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The penthouse was already buzzing with activity around him. Assistants were sending messages, his phone kept lighting up with emails, and somewhere in the background his schedule for the day was being finalised.

Meanwhile, you were focused on one thing. The fact that he had promised to take you shopping.

"You promised you'd come with me today." Your voice broke through the silence as you watched him adjust the cuff of his watch.

Mingyu didn't even look up at first. "I know."

The dry response only irritated you further. Your eyes narrowed as you set your mug down onto the marble countertop with a quiet clink.

"You literally told me you'd clear your afternoon."

"I did."

"And?"

Finally, Mingyu glanced over his shoulder. "And a board meeting got moved."

You stared at him in disbelief before letting out a long sigh. "Oh, a board meeting." The sarcasm dripping from your voice was impossible to miss. "Of course."

A smile threatened to pull at the corner of his mouth. "You knew I wasn't going to cancel a meeting worth millions of dollars."

You folded your arms across your chest. "Maybe I wanted you to."

That finally earned a proper reaction. A quiet laugh escaped him as he shook his head. "You're unbelievable."

"And you're a liar."

The fact that he laughed again only made your annoyance worse. Because he wasn't taking you seriously, at all.

By the time Mingyu was ready to leave, briefcase in hand and suit jacket perfectly pressed, you were still determined to maintain your grudge.

Which was exactly why you were now leaning dramatically over the upstairs railing overlooking the foyer instead of walking him to the door like you usually did.

Your chin rested in the palm of your hand as you watched him from above. Mingyu slipped his phone into his pocket before glancing up. The second he spotted you, his expression softened.

It always did. No matter how busy he was. No matter how many meetings he had. No matter how irritated you were pretending to be. For a moment he simply looked at you.

Then he tilted his head. "That's it?"

You blinked down at him innocently. "What?"

His eyebrows lifted. "You're really going to let me leave like this?"

You shrugged one shoulder. "Looks like it."

Mingyu stared at you for a second before shoving both hands into his pockets. The action was familiar enough that you immediately knew he was about to start negotiating.

"Where's my goodbye kiss?"

The audacity. You nearly laughed. Instead, you simply looked down at him while he looked right back up at you. Waiting.

Like it was the most reasonable question in the world. Like he wasn't the reason you were annoyed in the first place.

Slowly, you tapped a finger against your cheek as though genuinely considering it. "Hmm."

His eyes narrowed immediately. "Hmm?"

You pretended to think harder. "I don't know." A pause. "I don't know if you deserve one."

Mingyu's eyebrows rose so high they nearly disappeared beneath his fringe. For a second, he simply stared up at you as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard.

Then a disbelieving laugh escaped him. "You don't know if I deserve one?"

You smiled sweetly. The same smile that usually meant you were about to become a problem. "You made me mad."

"Oh, did I?"

"Mhm."

The hum was accompanied by a small nod, as though there was absolutely no room for debate on the matter. Mingyu let out a slow breath through his nose, clearly trying not to smile.

The worst part was that he looked completely amused by the situation.

As if your attitude was somehow entertaining. As if watching you sulk was one of his favourite hobbies. Which, knowing him, it probably was.

"Baby."

"No."

"Come here."

You immediately shook your head. "No."

His grin widened. The sight alone should have annoyed you. Instead, it made your stomach do that stupid little flip it always did.

"Come kiss me goodbye."

You pretended to think about it. Again.

Your finger tapped thoughtfully against your cheek while Mingyu watched from below with the patience of a man who already knew exactly how this was going to end.

"Hmm..."

The sound of his laughter filled the foyer. Rich and warm and entirely too pleased with itself. "You're acting like a child."

You gasped. "I'm acting like a woman who was abandoned."

Mingyu barked out another laugh. "Abandoned."

"Yes."

"I'll be gone for eight hours."

"Exactly."

His smile only grew. God. You wanted to be annoyed. You really did.

Unfortunately Mingyu looked unfairly handsome standing there in his charcoal suit, one hand resting on the handle of his briefcase while he looked up at you like you were the most entertaining part of his morning.

"You know," he said casually, glancing at his watch, "I have exactly thirty seconds before I need to leave."

You rested your chin deeper into your palm. "Sounds like a you problem, Gyu."

"Twenty-nine."

"Twenty-eight."

You pressed your lips together. Because he was smiling now. It made staying mad significantly harder than it should have been. Which was incredibly irritating.

With a dramatic sigh, you finally pushed yourself away from the railing. "Fine."

His grin became immediate. Victorious. "Thought so."

"Don't be smug."

"I'm always smug."

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Mingyu's laughter followed you as you made your way downstairs. The entire time you could feel his eyes on you.

By the time you reached the bottom step, he was already standing there.

Like he assumed you'd walk straight into them. His arms opened automatically. Which was exactly why you didn't.

Instead, you ignored the invitation entirely and walked right up to him. Mingyu watched suspiciously. You rose onto your toes. Pressed a quick kiss against his cheek. Then immediately stepped back.

"There." You dusted your hands together dramatically. "Goodbye kiss."

Problem solved. At least in your opinion. Apparently not in Mingyu's.

Because the second you tried to walk away, warm fingers wrapped around your wrist. You barely managed two steps before being pulled back.

"What now?"

The look on Mingyu's face was almost offensive. Like he had personally been wronged.

"That's what I get?"

You blinked innocently. "You asked for a goodbye kiss."

"That was not a goodbye kiss."

"It absolutely was."

You laughed. "Mingyu—"

The protest died instantly when his free hand slid to your jaw. Not rough. Just enough to stop you talking. Just enough to tilt your face up towards him.

Your breath caught. Because the teasing expression slowly disappeared from his face. And suddenly the atmosphere felt very different. His gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.

The look there made your stomach flip. "You think you're funny." You tried to maintain your composure. Failed. A little.

"I am funny."

"Mhm." His thumb brushed slowly across your cheek. "You've been giving me attitude all morning."

"You deserved it."

"Did I?"

"Yes."

The answer came so quickly that it made him smile. His head dipped slightly as he shook it. Then, before you could say anything else, he stepped closer. 

One arm slid around your waist, pulling you flush against the front of his suit. Immediately surrounding you with his familiar scent.

"Still mad at me?"

His voice was quieter now. You looked away for a second.

"A little."

"That's unfortunate."

Your eyes lifted back to his. "Why?"

"Because I hate leaving when you're mad at me."

And just like that, your annoyance cracked. The stupid thing was that he knew it would. He knew exactly what those words would do to you. You opened your mouth to respond.

But Mingyu kissed you before you got the chance. The moment his lips touched yours, every argument you'd been determined to continue immediately lost its momentum.

Not because he was trying to distract you. Well, maybe a little. But mostly because there was something unfairly effective about the way Mingyu looked at you when he was trying to make things right.

Like you were the only thing on his mind. Like the board meeting, the investors, the endless calls waiting for him the second he stepped into the office didn't matter nearly as much as making sure you weren't upset with him.

His hand remained against your cheek while his other arm stayed securely around your waist, holding you close enough that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

When he eventually pulled back, it wasn't very far. Just enough to look at you. His forehead almost brushed yours. 

Your hands smoothed down the front of his suit jacket absentmindedly. Immediately his eyes dropped to the movement.

Then softened. That expression again. The one that always made your chest squeeze. The one reserved entirely for you.

"You know," he murmured, "most people would be impressed by how hard I work."

You scoffed. "Most people aren't dating you."

"Good."

The answer came far too quickly. You laughed. "Babe."

"I'm serious." His arm tightened slightly around your waist. "I don't want most people."

The warmth that spread through your chest was immediate. This was exactly how he won. Every single time. You'd start the day determined to hold onto a grudge and somehow end up staring at him like he'd hung the moon.

It was deeply annoying. And completely his fault. "You're laying it on thick."

"I'm being honest."

"You're manipulating me."

"I'm apologising."

"You bought your way out of trouble."

His mouth twitched. "Maybe a little."

You pointed a finger at his chest. "See? That's not apologising."

"No?"

Mingyu caught your hand before you could pull it away, lacing his fingers through yours. "Then let me try again."

The playfulness in his expression softened. "I know I cancelled our plans."

You stayed quiet.

"And I know you're disappointed."

"I am."

"I know."

He lifted your joined hands and pressed a brief kiss against your knuckles. "And I still hate leaving when you're upset with me."

Before you could think of a comeback, Mingyu leaned down and kissed you again.

Slow. Unhurried. Like he was deliberately taking a moment for just the two of you before the rest of his day pulled him away. One hand settled against your jaw while the other remained secure around your waist.

Your fingers curled into the front of his suit jacket. Immediately he looked pleased with himself. Which made you want to roll your eyes. When he finally pulled back, your cheeks felt warm. Mingyu looked entirely too satisfied.

"There." His thumb brushed across your cheek. "That's a proper goodbye kiss."

You narrowed your eyes. "You're still in trouble."

"I know."

His grin widened. "But you love me."

Unfortunately, you did. And judging by the way Mingyu looked at you, as though you were already the best part of his day before he'd even left the house, he knew it too.

"Go to work."

Mingyu laughed before finally grabbing his briefcase.

"You better be home early."

"Yes, princess."

"You said that yesterday."

He backed towards the door, still smiling. "I mean it this time."

You pointed at him. "Said every liar ever."

Mingyu's laughter followed him out the door. And just before it closed, he shot you one final grin.

"Love you."

Then he was gone. Leaving you standing in the foyer trying very hard not to smile. And failing completely.

~

A couple of hours had passed since Mingyu had left. The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet.

You'd spent most of the afternoon sprawled across the living room couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, still pretending you were annoyed with him.

Pretending. Because the truth was that your little argument this morning had barely lasted five minutes before he'd kissed the attitude right out of you.

Still. You weren't about to let him off that easily. Your shopping trip had been cancelled. You had standards.

A soft chime suddenly echoed through the penthouse. The doorbell. You frowned. Turning off your phone. Sitting upright.

You weren't expecting anyone. No deliveries. No friends. Nothing. You heard footsteps from the foyer before one of the house staff answered the door.

Muffled voices drifted through the space. Then more footsteps. More voices. The sound of something being carried inside.

Your confusion deepened. You pushed yourself off the couch and began walking towards the foyer.

Halfway there, you stopped. Because you saw colour. A lot of colour. Your eyes widened.

Flowers. Everywhere. The kitchen island had disappeared beneath enormous bouquets. The marble countertops were covered. The dining table was covered.

There were flowers being carried through the front door by multiple delivery people while your staff attempted to find places to put them all.

Pink. White. Cream. Soft peach. Every single arrangement was filled with your favourite flowers.

Your mouth actually fell open. "What's going on?"

One of the servants laughed. "All from Mr. Kim, Miss Y/N."

You stared. Then another bouquet came through the door. Then another. Then another. "How many did he send?"

The servant looked down at a clipboard. Then back at you. "A lot."

"A lot isn't a number."

"I stopped counting after twenty-seven."

Your jaw dropped. "TWENTY-SEVEN?"

A second servant walked in carrying another arrangement almost as big as she was. "Twenty-eight."

You couldn't stop smiling. Your cheeks already hurt. The entire penthouse smelled like fresh flowers. It looked like a florist had exploded. You knew exactly who was responsible.

A small cream envelope poking out from the biggest bouquet caught your attention. Immediately you reached for it. The elegant black handwriting was unmistakable.

Your smile somehow widened even further. You opened it. Inside was a simple handwritten card.

I'm sorry for making your pretty head annoyed this morning.

Love, Mingyu.

You stared at it. Then laughed. Actually laughed. Because of course he wrote that. Of course he couldn't just apologise like a normal person.

No. He had apparently decided to purchase half of Seoul's flower supply instead. Your phone suddenly buzzed.

You didn't even need to check who it was.

Mingyu ❤️

"Flowers delivered?"

You rolled your eyes. Immediately typing back.

"You're crazy."

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

"Did you like them?"

"There's enough flowers here to start my own business."

"That's not an answer."

You looked around your kitchen. At the ridiculous number of bouquets. At your favourite flowers. At the handwritten note still sitting in your hand. Your heart softened despite yourself.

"Maybe."

A response arrived immediately.

"Liar."

You laughed.

"Maybe I liked them a little."

"Only a little?"

"Mhm."

"Interesting."

"Why?"

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then appeared again.

"Look out the window."

Your eyebrows furrowed.

You walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

"What now..."

Then you saw it. Far below. Parked outside the building. A familiar black luxury sedan. Your eyes widened. No way. Absolutely not.

Your phone rang before you could even think. You answered immediately. "What did you do?"

His laughter filled your ear. God. You could practically hear the grin.

"Go downstairs."

"Mingyu."

"Go downstairs."

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I was."

"Was?"

"Then I started thinking about how cute you looked pouting this morning."

You covered your face.

"And?"

"And I missed you."

Your heart melted instantly. Traitor.

"So." You could hear him smiling. "Come downstairs."

You looked back at the mountains of flowers filling the penthouse. Then at the note still clutched in your hand. Then at the black car waiting below. A grin spread across your face.

"Mingyu."

"Yeah, baby?"

"You are so sweet." His laugh echoed through the phone.

"Get downstairs."

You toe your boots off and hang your coat up, tossing your keys in the old stolen ashtray you use to house them. When you round the corner, the familiar, lovable vermin is bent over as he rummages through your fridge. 

It’s ridiculous, honestly, given that this particular species of rat earns quadruple your salary. 

“Koo,” you get his attention. 

“Hm?”

He doesn’t budge an inch when responding to the call of his nickname. Eyes rolling back, you stroll over and smack his ass as hard as you can.

“Yo!” Jungkook jerks up and just barely misses hitting his head on the refrigerator. “Take me to dinner first.”

“I am,” you reply. “You’re eating my food.”

Jungkook smiles innocently and squishes your cheeks with his fingers before shaking your head back and forth. 

“And I’m so, so grateful,” he teases in a baby voice. 

You swat his hand away, but the light in your eyes and the remnants of a smile on your face reveal your true feelings about his teasing.

This predicament is one of your own creation, since you gave Jungkook a key a while ago in case of emergencies. The issue is, an emergency for Jungkook can be your place being closer to the gym than his, and he needs a snack after his workout. In your mind, the purpose was so he can bring you chocolate ice cream on your period and take down intruders. He’s only done one of those things so far, and the intruder was a stray cat.

Falling to your couch with a soft thump, you groan and tilt your head back against the cushions. Today was egregiously long and definitely not worth the money it made you. The only upside is it’s Friday and you have two whole days to lounge around your apartment and do nothing at all. 

Jungkook comes around the peninsula which separates your kitchen from your living room with a fresh bowl of instant ramen in his hands. He blows on the noodles for a second before slurping them into his mouth, all without noticing the glare you’re sending his way. His eyes crinkle when he sees you, letting you know he’s smiling, even though you can’t see his mouth behind the bowl. 

“What’s with the face, Bambi?” 

“You seriously didn’t think of making one for me?” You ask through a pout.

You finally see Jungkook’s smile when he lowers the bowl to place it on the peninsula. He looks proud, his head tilting as he chuckles to himself. 

Then, you hear the microwave go off, and your glare quickly turns into a grin. 

Jungkook grabs the second bowl from the microwave and sets it on the counter. You watch appreciatively as he rips open the sauce packet before putting it between his teeth and using his chopsticks to pour it all into the bowl. The crinkle of a cheese wrapper opening brings your eyebrows up your forehead in delight. He drops the orange square into the bowl and mixes everything together with the chopsticks before holding it out towards you. 

“You gonna take that shit back now or what?”

You beam and giggle as you stand, practically skipping across the room so you can take the bowl of delicious noodles from him.

“Thank you,” you sing-song.

“Mmhmm.”

The two of you eat on your couch in a slurp filled ambiance. It’s an old, familiar scene and one you always appreciate even if you don’t say it outloud. 

They say you choose your friends, but Jungkook was pretty much forced on you. Your mothers are college roommates who became best friends and later married another pair of best friends. The women proceeded to plot and plan accordingly so they would be pregnant together and their kids would be the same age. Unfortunately, your parents went off script by about six months, but you and Jungkook are still close enough in age to be in the same grade throughout school. 

Even though your friendship was intricately planned long before your conception, you’re close of your own volition. 

Jungkook is not only your best friend, but the most amazing person you know and probably in existence. You wouldn’t trade him for the world if it came down to it. In fact, if the zombie apocalypse ever happens, and somehow his death is the only way to find a cure, you will Joel Miller-style kill every single person who dares to try and take him from you. They can rip your dorky, caring, smart-ass best friend from your cold, dead hands. Everyone else can become zombies for all you care, everyone but him.

The sound of a bowl meeting the coffee table pulls your attention back to the man beside you. He kicks his feet up and stretches his arms above his head in relaxation. When the action reveals a sliver of skin from below the hem of his shirt, you use the opportunity to tickle him and laugh when he groans and folds into himself.

“Is this really the game you wanna play, Bams?” He speaks to the floor, still hunching over from your attack.

Bambi, or Bams for short, is the only name Jungkook calls you. Sometimes, you jokingly accuse him of forgetting your real name altogether, which then spurs him on to attempt “guessing” what it is. Ironically, neither of you nor your parents can recall the origin of the nickname. Like some strange Mandela effect, one day he started calling you by the Disney character’s name and never stopped. 

If memory serves correctly, you think the last time you heard the syllables of your name leave his mouth was in fifth grade when he defended you against a clique of mean girls. Something along the lines of “leave my Y/N alone,” in his adorable kiddie Jungkook voice.

He’s certainly gone through some drastic changes since then. His voice now filters out in a deep, honey tone, he doesn’t use his bangs to conceal his starry eyes anymore, and he’s got you beat by a few inches in height. You’re different, too, mostly in the way you no longer need him to defend you on the playground. He still would, though, and he often tries on nights out when someone tries testing your patience. 

Jungkook would never hurt a fly, but he’s got an entire sleeve of tattoos, multiple piercings, and broad shoulders, so he uses his outward appearance to his advantage and scares people away when necessary.

You don’t respond to his taunt, instead you slowly slide across the fabric of the couch, as quietly as you can so he doesn’t pick up on the movement. He, of course, notices right away, and a cheshire grin appears before your eyes.

Standing up like lightning, you make a break for your bedroom, but you only reach the back of the couch before his arms are clinching you by the waist. 

“No!” You shout and kick the air as he tugs you back towards the furniture. 

“You asked for this.”

“Koo, no!” 

He drops you unceremoniously onto the cushions where you flail in an attempt to escape, but it’s futile because Jungkook is already bending down to tickle your sides. Hysterical laughter fills the space as his fingertips pitter-patter on your skin. Your best friend is ruthless as always, never halting his actions even as you squirm and swat at him to get away. 

“Say you’re sorry, Bambi.”

“Jungkook, I’m gonna fucking pee my pants,” you threaten.

“Not my problem,” he responds. 

You gasp and recoil when he starts tickling your neck, rendering you completely useless to do anything but suffer. Eventually, your brain returns from its momentary vacation and you find the will to fight back, grabbing his hands and pulling them away as you attempt to catch your breath. Jungkook’s smiling like the devil himself above you and you resist the urge to slap the smirk right off his handsome face.

This behavior is par for the course for you both, because you’re a brat who likes to test his limits, and he’s too competitive to let you have the last laugh. 

Jungkook stands to his full height, smirk still intact, while you struggle to slow your jackrabbiting heart. He moseys over to your bookshelf to survey its contents, and once you’re sitting up again, you chuck a throw pillow across the room at him. It meets his back before pathetically falling to the floor. Jungkook doesn’t even flinch. He just shakes his head and tsks at your feeble attempt at payback.

His fingers trace over the items occupying your bookshelf before settling on a thin rectangle and removing it from its home.

“Movie night?” 

He rests the corner of the DVD case against his head to show it off to you. You call him towards you with your hand so you can inspect the item for yourself. It houses a movie you haven’t seen in a long time, some low budget rom com with good sex scenes. Shrugging, you nod your head at him and watch as he goes to play the movie in your now ancient DVD player.

“I’ll go make popcorn,” you announce before standing and heading to the kitchen. 

Jungkook plummets into the couch and grabs your fuzzy blanket to spread over his legs. When you return with a large bowl of popcorn to share, he lifts the blanket and readjusts it to cover your legs as well. 

Neither of you pay much attention to the plot, too busy joking around when characters say stupid lines. You spend your time talking about your week and any plans for the upcoming weekend instead. Jungkook’s just finishing up his story about his boss accidentally unmuting himself on Teams when the first sex scene catches your attention. You both actually focus on the screen for the first time and Jungkook tilts his head while tonguing his cheek as the male character descends down the female character’s body and kisses her skin as he goes. 

“Do you ever think about it?” He asks as he throws a kernel of popcorn into the air and catches it with his mouth. 

“About what?” You look towards the screen. “Sex?” He nods and puts his arm behind you on the couch so he can face you. “Like, in general, or —”

“No, no,” Jungkook chuckles. “Like us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, have you thought about us having sex?”

The popcorn in your mouth goes down the wrong tube when you choke in response to his question. You hit your chest once to help it descend your esophagus before reaching for your drink on the coffee table. The time it takes you to gulp down the fizzy beverage isn’t nearly enough for you to gather your thoughts.

“Koo, what the actual fuck,” you scold him. 

“Is that a no?” He raises his eyebrows at you suggestively. “Because I know I have.”

“Ew, when?” 

“It’s not often, just like, every once in a while,” he explains. “I just think it would be fun! This is not me making some grandstand announcement about how I’ve always wanted you or some shit.” He readjusts so his entire body faces you directly. “Listen, we’ve done everything together. Skydiving, parasailing, swimming with dolphins, stealing from the grocery store, sneaking into the movies, you name it. Doesn’t it make sense that we should do everything before we aren’t able to anymore?”

“You forced me to go skydiving, Jungkook.” 

“That’s not the point, Bambi,” he playfully grits his teeth. “Eventually, we’re gonna settle down with our own partners and the window of opportunity will be gone. Why not try something new together while we still can?” 

Your teeth hold your bottom lip captive as your mind processes his proposal. Truthfully, you have thought about it, same as him. Not in some romantic, storybook way, but just from a perspective of knowing he’s a handsome guy with a great build and it would probably be a fun night for both of you. This conversation scares the shit out of you, though. Thinking about it is one thing, but attempting to manifest it into reality is a whole other beast. The list of things that could go wrong is longer than a CVS receipt. Then again, you and Jungkook have been through everything together and you’ve always made it out on the other side. 

“Koo, I don’t know…” you admit. “I love me some good casual sex with no feelings involved, but this is us we’re talking about.”

“Exactly!” He claps his hands together eagerly. “It’s us, probably the only two people in the whole world who nothing can come between.” Jungkook sighs and eats more popcorn from the bowl still in your lap. “I’m not trying to pressure you, Bams, I just really think we’d both have a great time. I mean, I’m hot, you’re hot, I’ve got a big dick, I’m sure your pussy is tight, what else could you want?”

You laugh at his reasoning, throwing your head back and holding the position as you blow air from your mouth. A couple anticipatory moments pass as your mind weighs the options. A large intake of air fills your lungs before you lift your head.

“Okay,” you murmur.

“Okay?”

“Okay, Koo.”

Jungkook giggles like a little kid, his feet stamping the ground repeatedly as he pumps his arms in excitement. Your laughter returns in response to his celebration, rolling your eyes affectionately at the familiar behavior of your childhood best friend.

“You said yes because I called you tight, is that it?”

Shaking your head, you push his shoulder back with your hand, using your other one to place the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. Jungkook’s eyes turn into big oases of black as his pupils dilate and conceal the normal chocolate color of his irises. You take your time straddling his thighs, your knees digging into the couch beside his hips. 

“No,” you answer him. Making a show of flipping your hair over your shoulder and bending down until you’re face to face. You avoid his lips, which are pouting slightly, to place a kiss over the tiny mole on his neck. “I said yes because you said you have a big dick and now I need to find out if that’s true,” you whisper into his ear. 

Your voice has a sultry edge you’ve never used in his presence before. Sitting back on your heels, you gaze at him with an innocent smile as you bat your eyelashes. 

Jungkook’s look of surprise is long gone, his eyes sharpening until they’re a quarter of their normal size as he stares you down. The muscles in his jaw clench and the skin of his brow creases, his eyebrows nearly kissing. Your eyes catch the thick vein in his neck pulsing with adrenaline and it makes your thighs tingle.

He laughs incredulously, running a hand through his hair as he tongues his cheek.

“Alright, so we’re doing it this way,” he muses.

In an instant, Jungkook is grabbing your hips and slamming you down into his lap. You gasp and brace yourself on his shoulders. Your reaction brings a satisfied smirk to his face, and you have the urge to roll your eyes again, but then his fingers rake into your hair and he yanks the strands to expose your throat. A needy whine passes through your lips as your neck beckons him to give it attention. He places a single, gentle kiss to your pulse point before leaving you wanting. A second noise of complaint is about to leave you when Jungkook finally starts devouring your neck with his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan quietly. 

Jungkook chuckles melodiously against the wet spots he’s leaving on you. The feeling of his warm breath on your skin forms goosebumps across your arms and sends a shiver straight down your spine. His teeth are maiming your neck as he works diligently to paint you in pretty, purple bruises shaped like his mouth. Once the artwork appears before his eyes, he licks over the mark and kisses it before moving to conquer another spot. 

Meanwhile, your hips spring into action and you start moving in languid circles across his lap. The initial plan is to keep the pressure of your movements teasingly light, but once you feel the apparent bulge forming in his pants, you can’t resist grinding down hard against his clothed cock. 

Jungkook groans responsively and bites into your skin with his canines.

Soon enough, he ceases his assault on your neck so his lips can travel across your shoulder instead. His fingers push your shirt down your arm so he can kiss and lick your skin unimpeached. You moan loudly, the rhythm of your hips picking up in tempo as he seeks out every inch of exposed skin he can.

“Fuck, I could come in my fucking pants, Bams,” he whispers. “Please don’t stop.”

His words only motivate you to push your hips into him harder. He groans again and nods his head approvingly. You agree with him internally, the friction from your underwear rubbing against your clit steadily sending you into a frenzy.

“So good, Koo.”

Jungkook hums and leans back to appreciate the portrait of his lips he’s left on you. His fingertips gently trace over the hickies and he wears a proud smile as he turns your head back and forth to examine his work. 

“You look so pretty, all marked up,” he praises. 

Pushing him down by his shoulders, you grab his face with both hands to kiss him. There’s an electric shock when your lips meet for the first time, but you aren’t sure if it’s only in your head or if he felt it, too. 

The kiss is anything but romantic. Within seconds you’re licking into his mouth and chasing his tongue while his teeth pull at your bottom lip. Jungkook moans and his fingers press down against your scalp. Tilting your head, you kiss him like he’s your only source of oxygen. Your body and mind are in overdrive, your thighs twitching with need and you need his lips to bring you back down to earth. 

He tastes sweet like the cola he was drinking and it makes your head spin. The pretty, pink, doll lips you’ve always admired are magical in the way they move. Jungkook has you trapped between his mouth and the hand on your head, but you don’t mind when he’s kissing you until your mind blanks. 

It's a scramble of fingers and hands as you undress one another as fast as humanly possible. His warm hands brush against your stomach as he lifts your top over your head. You feel his abs beneath your fingers when you tug off his shirt. Jungkook accidentally pinches your skin when unhooking your bra and you don’t even notice, too busy kissing him like your life depends on it.

When Jungkook sees your tits for the first time, he fucking loses it. His head hits the arm of the couch as it falls back, and the growl that comes from deep within his throat is fucking demonic. 

“God, you are so fucking hot,” he declares.

You’re unable to respond because he’s already wrapping his mouth around your nipple and tweaking the other with his fingers, forcing the air from your lungs instantaneously. Jungkook’s tongue circles your nipple a couple times before he sucks the erect nub into his mouth, keeping the same pace with his fingers on your other breast. 

The moans coming from you are unrecognizable in comparison to your normal timbre, and they only grow in volume when Jungkook switches sides and repeats his debilitating ministrations.

Lacing your fingers through his black strands, you pull his face away from your chest to see his eyes. He barely looks like himself anymore, a scorching fire behind his usual soft gaze. The image lights you up inside, and you kiss him again hard enough that he tumbles back into the couch cushions and brings you along with him. 

His hands explore the smooth skin of your back and shoulders, massaging you with his big hands as he traverses across the previously uncharted territory. 

“You’re so sexy, Jungkook,” you tell him as you kiss his jaw. “Everything about you.”

His skin is searing hot and flushed red, the tint going all the way down his neck and chest. You take your time moving across his jawline and throat, sucking just below his ear and letting your tongue trace the perimeter of his earlobe. Descending down his torso, you kiss his collarbones and pecs while digging your nails into his abs, your ample attempt at showing him exactly what you mean by your comment. 

“Need you, Bambi, so fucking bad,” he whines.

The only acknowledgment you give him is by looking up with a devilish smirk before your hands start to unbutton his jeans. You pull them down just enough to reveal his boxers and hold his eye contact while you kiss the fabric covering his cock. Jungkook’s hips twitch and his eyes squeeze shut, an undeniably sexy groan leaving him. Your hands caress his thighs while you mouth at his boxers and you can feel him getting harder with each press of your lips.

He hurries to pull his pants down the rest of the way while you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. When you tease him by letting them snap against his hips, he hisses and you see his Adam's apple bob. His hips buck towards your face desperately, making you snicker at his attempt to create friction. 

“Patience, Koo,” you tease him. Jungkook grits his teeth at your taunt, but only a second later the tension seeps from his body when you reach into his boxers and palm him. “Let’s see if you were exaggerating or not, hmm?”

Once his boxers are gone, you realize he was, in fact, under exaggerating. He knows it, too, because when you glance up, he’s smirking with pride, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. 

“Whaddaya think?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“How about you see how much that pretty mouth of yours can take?” 

One thing about you and Jungkook is you're both competitive as hell, and you’ll be damned if his whole dick isn’t situated down your throat soon just to prove a point.

Gathering spit in your mouth, you lean directly over his hard cock and let it slowly fall from your lips to his head. You wait for the sound of Jungkook moaning before doing it again, this time actually spitting instead of letting it drip down. Your hand gathers the saliva to spread it over his head and down his shaft. Your best friend is panting above you as he studies the way you work his cock with your hand. 

Jungkook is stupid fucking big, and you genuinely fear he’ll split you in half when you fuck. Not only is his dick long, but it’s so thick your fingertips don’t touch when you grasp him. He’s rock hard and throbbing in your hold and there’s a perfect bead of precum just waiting for you to lick. 

When you do, Jungkook cries out in pleasure and it's hands down the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. He’s always been the tough one between you, and having him like puddy in your hands is more satisfying than you care to admit. 

Your tongue flattens over his slit and you groan at the taste of his cum, your mouth already watering at the thought of more coming your way. You lick around his head in one long stroke and then circle your tongue just under the sensitive ridge. Jungkook whines at the feeling of your tongue on his aching dick. Your hand is still using your self-made lubricant to glide up and down his shaft. 

“Bams, fuck,” Jungkook pants the words across staccato exhales. 

It’s nearly impossible for you to say no to the man begging for your mouth, so you finally end your teasing and take him between your lips. You suckle on his head and let more saliva drip down his shaft before removing your hand to focus solely on the movements of your mouth. Your hands hold onto his muscular thighs as you finally take him deeper into your throat.

It definitely takes time for your lips and throat to adjust to his size. Each time you slide down his cock you take more of him into your mouth until your nose hits his pelvis. You breathe through your nose and stay there for a moment, swallowing and moaning around him. 

“Oh, shit.” Jungkook looks down at you in awe, watching in wonder at the way your lips stretch around his cock. “Bambi, holy fucking shit.” 

The chuckle you release sends vibrations around Jungkook’s dick and his hips buck up responsively. You moan again and squeeze his thighs, attempting to send a message that he’s free to repeat the action. He must interpret your message accurately because you feel him forming your hair into a makeshift ponytail and thrusting his hips up. 

Jungkook would never want to hurt you, so even though his body is screaming at him to animalistically fuck your mouth, his thrusts are shallow and modest.

Even so, his strokes make you gag every time his tip hits the back of your throat. He’s pulling on your hair and the sensation of being used like a sex toy makes your eyes roll back. Tears form and roll down to meet the drool that’s leaking from your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you suck harder to make a tighter fit for him. He’s appreciative, growling and yanking on your hair as a thank you. 

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he warns you. Hearing his words, you massage his heavy balls in your hand to push him over the edge. A broken moan comes from above you and his hips start to lose their cadence as his orgasm nears. “Can I… your throat…”

His words are clipped, but you understand and squeeze his thigh to give him permission. Within a single moment you start tasting his cum at the back of your throat. Moaning endlessly at how good he tastes, you move your lips up and down his cock as he comes, swallowing his seed and licking him clean at the same time. 

When you’re certain you’ve stolen every last drop and sucked him dry, you come up for air with a harsh gasp.

“Holy fuck,” you curse and massage your jaw. 

Jungkook grabs your chin with his hand and makes you look at him so he can see that you’re alright. You nod assuredly and sit back on your heels. 

“That was, on God, the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Jungkook states. 

You laugh and shove his chest, but he snatches your hand and pulls you towards him. He kisses you like he fucking means it, grabbing the side of your face so you can’t move an inch. Your moans meet in each other’s mouths as Jungkook sucks on your tongue to taste himself. 

“Can we move this party to the bedroom?”

Jungkook nods, his hand still caressing your face, before helping you up so you can both head to your room at the back of the apartment. When the door opens, your grey munchkin cat scurries out from behind the door. 

“Oh, Usagi, I forgot you were in there,” you say as she bolts for her scratching post. 

“Probably a good thing,” Jungkook notes, his eyes gesturing down to his dick still on display. 

You chuckle and grab his hand to lead him into the room before shutting the door behind you. He immediately takes a seat on the bed while you stay standing to pull your pants down your legs. 

Jungkook’s eyes trace the movement, his pupils blowing even wider when he sees your black lace panties and the evident wet spot on them. Reaching his hand out, you take it and stand between his legs. Your hands push his hair back, scratching at his scalp to hear the pretty moan that accompanies the movement. 

He leans forward and kisses your abdomen, just above your panties. You sigh as his lips traverse the expanse of your stomach and hips, leaving a hot, wet trail in their wake. 

“Koo, need you,” you whimper. 

The feeling of his teeth sinking into the skin of your waist makes you jump, but then he soothes the ache with his tongue. 

“You know, since you made me come already, I’m going to have to fuck you in other ways until I’m ready to go again,” he states. You hum in acknowledgment and he rests his chin against you to gaze upwards. “You gonna be able to handle that, Bams?”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

Jungkook scoffs and turns you around, slapping your ass harshly before pulling you down into his lap. You yelp at the sudden change in position, but the feeling of his warm chest on your back makes you melt into his embrace. 

“Do you even know me at all, Bams?” He scoffs again. “How many orgasms have you had in one night before?”

“Like… three?”

“Pussy fucking numbers,” he snaps. “We’re aiming for double digits here.”

“Jungkook!” You look over your shoulder at him in shock, but his facial expression is completely serious. “You’re joking.”

“No, I’m really fucking not.” 

“I’ll die.”

Jungkook just shakes his head disapprovingly and licks his lips. He grabs your jaw to turn your head, his hand diving into your hair again to hold you in place so he can ravish your mouth. His kiss has you completely hypnotized and you barely remember the conversation you were just having.

“How about we compromise and aim for five?” He suggests.

You want to kiss him too badly to muster a response, so you just hum in affirmation before turning around and bringing his lips to yours. He pulls you into him as he falls back onto the bed. Your legs return to their position on either side of his muscular thighs, and your lips work earnestly to kiss every inch of his face and jaw until they reach his neck. 

Your clothed cunt grinds over his dick as you mark him with a matching bruise to your own, the friction created by your panties making you groan. You continue to lick and torment the delicate skin of his neck while he guides your movements with his hands. 

All too soon, Jungkook stops you by grabbing your shoulder and you eye him curiously. His eyes flit around the features of your face for a minute. When he smiles in satisfaction, you know he’s got a tantalizing idea for how he’s going to make you come. 

“Sit on my face,” he commands. 

You don’t need to be told twice to get your pussy ate. 

Jungkook moves to the center of the bed and taps his chest to beckon you over. Bending to remove your panties, you look up in surprise when Jungkook halts your actions by grabbing your wrist. 

“How expensive were those?” He asks. 

“$20 maybe.”

“Leave ‘em on, I’ll buy you new ones.”

Sometimes you conveniently forget your best friend is rich until moments like these when he reminds you. 

When you and Jungkook were in college he coded and designed an entire video game in his spare time, because he’s a freaking genius, and then he sold said video game for millions of dollars. Now he works as a lead designer at the biggest video game company in the country and consistently makes six figures. 

Jungkook has a huge dick and an even bigger bank account, and here you thought God made everyone equal.

Shrugging at his instruction, you do as he says and climb onto the bed. As tactfully as possible, you maneuver your legs around Jungkook’s head and sit up on your knees so your core is a few inches above his mouth. His hands hold your hips and he takes the time to trace over your curves while looking up at your pussy slowly soaking the lace of your underwear. 

After several long moments of eager anticipation, he yanks you down by your thighs until the tip of his nose is tickling you. Your head tips back as you sigh, the feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit through your underwear satiating the craving for his touch. He presses a few chaste kisses to the black fabric as he nuzzles his nose into your cunt to give you more friction. You grip his hair beneath you as he continues to tease you with featherlight touches of his nose and mouth. 

“Koo, don’t,” you beg. 

His only reply is a hum and you feel the vibrations from it against your core. Then he bites at your underwear to give him access to your pussy before licking you from bottom to top. The fabric sinks between your folds as Jungkook’s tongue presses the panties into you and the friction feels unbelievable on your clit. 

Your hand yanks on his hair in appreciation as he continues to eat you out and use your sopping wet panties to pleasure you. 

Once he’s ready for more, his hands move towards your cunt and a loud ripping sound permeates the air. You gasp when you feel him throw your torn panties to the side before forcing your pussy down harder on his face. He collects all the essence you’re leaking with an erotic slurping sound. His tongue slides through your folds and fucks into your hole while his nose continues to apply pressure to your clit.

“Holy shit, Jungkook.”

He laughs against your pussy and slows down just enough so you can hear him.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Bams.”

Your free hand claws at the bed frame haphazardly as he eats you like it’s his goddamn job. He kisses your cunt messily, spitting into it and smearing your cum around his face along with his own salvia. His tongue travels up to your clit and the pure, unadulterated pleasure makes you scream. When he flattens the muscle against your sensitive nub you swear you’ll fall over, but his hands on your thighs are still holding you steady above him. 

“Koo, holy fuck.” Your head tips back and your nails bite into the fabric of the headboard. “Make me come, please.”

Jungkook moans responsively beneath you and dives in even deeper, licking you menacingly without reprieve while guiding your hips to ride his face. You take the hint and begin moving your hips on your own, letting your pussy press against all the outlines of his face as his tongue laps up your juices. 

He returns to your clit again and scrapes his teeth against it, causing tears to escape from your waterline as you whimper. Soothing the ache of his bite with his tongue, he slows to a tortuous pace as he kitten licks you for a while. You’re crying continuously now, your hips desperately seeking anything they can get as you move across his face in an erratic rhythm. Jungkook takes pity on you and finally sucks your clit into his mouth before moaning so he can send you right over the edge.

Your hand sinks further into Jungkook’s hair and your nails scratch his scalp as you come all over his face. The bedframe rocks from how hard you’re holding on while your legs shake from the force of your orgasm. Absolute, unbridled euphoria moves through you and makes your eyes roll back. 

Jungkook continues to lick your cunt until you jump from the oversensitivity and move away from his face. You hear a disappointed groan as you crash onto the bed beside him. 

“You taste so fucking good, Bams,” he tells you. “I could do that all fucking night.”

Chest swelling with pride, you’re about to reply when you feel something against your back and frown in confusion. The scratchy material rubs awkwardly against you and you bend away from it to grab it. 

Your soaked, ripped panties dangle from your fingers as you click your tongue and throw them into the trash can. 

“You’re a fucking gremlin,” you note.

Jungkook doesn’t respond to your statement, he just maintains eye contact while moving to kneel before pulling you closer by the waist. The pretty vision of him above you makes your breath hitch. 

His hand travels ostentatiously from your neck all the way down to your hip, lighting an internal fire within you wherever his touch goes. You wait with bated breath as his fingers dance across your skin until they reach your center. Jungkook deliberately teases you, his fingertips just barely touching your clit before moving away again.

You hiss and grab his wrist so his hand can’t move towards your pussy again.

“What?” Jungkook smiles down at you with a tilt of his head. “You’re not ready for more yet? We’re only at one of five, Bambi, we’ve got a lot more work to do.” He twists his hand out of your hold and presses down on your clit. You whimper and silently beg him with your eyes. “Plus, I’m an overachiever, so you know five is really going to be more like seven.”

“Seven?”

“Ilgop.”

“Fuck, don’t speak Korean to me right now. You know how hot it gets me.”

Jungkook giggles, his head falling into the crook of your neck. You smile at the sound and run your fingers through his hair. 

He takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, and you instinctively lean your head away to give him more of you. His lips caress you gently for a while, but then he growls against your throat and grabs your jaw to hold you still. Your gasp settles into a moan and Jungkook takes it as a cue to continue playing with your pussy. His fingers circle your clit and your noises become even needier. He dips into your folds to collect your cum so he can rub over your nerve endings and it nearly expels all the air from your lungs. 

Jungkook  touches you like he’s done it a million times already and that thought alone leaves you breathless. 

“Koo, baby, please,” you whimper in a tone even you don’t recognize. Jungkook’s big, boba eyes are back when he captures your gaze to wordlessly ask what you’re begging him for. “I don’t want to come. I want you.”

A dazzling smile appears on Jungkook’s lips, and a pretty, pink blush spreads across his cheeks and turns the tips of his ears red. 

“Alright, Bambi,” he responds with a peck. “Condom?”

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for more kisses.

“I’m on birth control.”

Jungkook kisses you again before you can do so yourself.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod against his lips. “Want you raw, Koo.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook chuckles. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Jungkook goes to pump his cock with his hand, but before he has the chance, you bring his palm to your lips and spit into it. He groans, his eyes rolling back, as he reaches down and uses your spit to fuck his hand. 

Your eyes follow the movement of his wrist jerking himself off. It’s honestly mouthwatering to watch his thick cockhead push past his fingers as he gets himself hard again for you. 

He kisses your shoulder and collarbone, then licks up your neck until he reaches your ear. His teeth softly sink into the cartilage. 

“You ready for me, Bams?” 

His deep voice melts your insides into goo and forces your brain into another frequency. Everything is static except for the feeling of his body hovering above yours. 

All you do is nod your head in response to his question.

Jungkook’s tip pushes past your tight circle of nerves and already you feel too full to function. A wanton gasp and whimper follow the intrusion as he slowly enters you for the first time. Your nails create crescents on his shoulders as you inhale through your nose to relieve the pressure in your core.

“Koo… you’re so fucking big,” you whine. 

“I know, I know,” he chuckles. 

He kisses your temple appreciatively. 

By the time his entire cock is deep within your walls, his pelvis pressing against your own, you already feel yourself losing it. Jungkook fills you up completely, and you can barely bring yourself to exhale the air you’re holding in. 

“Fuck, Bambi, are you a virgin or some shit?”

“You know damn well I’m not a virgin,” you grit.

Jungkook groans deeply as his head falls forward and his hair tickles your cheeks when he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Then what the fuck are you so fucking tight for?” 

You loudly hum and pretend to think it over before glancing at him with a sultry tilt of your head.

“I think my pussy’s just that good,” you say. Pulling his face down so it’s only centimeters away, you let your lips brush for a split second before replying. “And it’s all yours, Jungkook. So fuck me like you mean it.”

Jungkook rears back and ferociously thrusts into you before your next breath can even exit your lungs. 

“Oh, fuck!” 

A sinister chuckle comes from your best friend.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

Any semblance of control is forcefully taken away when Jungkook grabs your hands and slams them into the mattress above your head. Simultaneously, he begins pumping his cock into you at a disastrous pace and you can’t do anything but incoherently moan. 

There’s no adjustment period, no slow-moving start. Jungkook is already fucking you like a goddamn ragdoll made solely for his pleasure. 

“Koo, oh my fucking God,” you cry. It’s barely been a minute and hot, salty tears are already streaming down your face. 

Jungkook kisses you and his moans filter into your mouth. His grip on your hands is bruising and it makes you whimper pathetically against his lips.  

“Jungkook,” you sob as he abuses your pussy. 

“Shh, shh.” He kisses you gently. “You can take it.” He kisses your cheek and up the side of your face. “I got you, Bams.”

You keen and your hands clasp around Jungkook’s in an effort to protect whatever’s left of your sanity. 

His cock is buried in your pussy but you swear you feel yourself choking on him in your throat. Every time his tip kisses your cervix you fear being split in two and yet there’s nothing you want more than for him to continue. You want him to rip you in half if it means feeling this full. He’s combining his strokes with a grind of his hips and it makes your cunt greedy for him, sucking him inside and squeezing his cock so he’ll never leave again. 

Jungkook is throbbing and scorching hot inside you and the heat travels from your pussy throughout your entire body, lighting a fire in your bones and between your muscles that only he has the ability to stifle. 

Your senses are amped up to ten and you scream over how deep he’s sending his dick into you. 

The fire escapes externally when Jungkook releases your hands to explore your body instead. They travel down your entire outline until they find your hips and he tilts them upwards to create a new angle. 

“Fuck, I always knew your pussy would feel this good,” he grunts. “You’re a fucking dream.”

The combination of the closer angle and Jungkook’s praises genuinely turns you to ruins, scattering pieces of your soul around and covering them in ivy. You kiss him again even though you know there’s no use, you’re shattered already. You devour his mouth, responding to his compliment through the movement of your lips instead of the words your body can’t produce at the moment. 

Your fingers tilt his head so you can mouth at his sharp jaw, letting your tongue slide across his skin as he growls in your ear. Alternating between biting and kissing, you soak his honey skin in your spit and listen for the moans coming from deep within his chest. 

“You feel so good, Koo,” you whisper into his ear. “Your cock fills me up so fucking well.”

“Shit,” he grunts. Jungkook grabs your thighs and pulls them up higher until you’re practically bent in half, your knees next to his shoulders. “So fucking good. You take me like a fucking champ, Bambi.”

Jungkook slows his pace by a hair, but only so he can thrust into you harder. Each clap of your skin connecting pulls a pornographic moan from your throat. You feel his balls slapping against your ass and the way your bodies are pressing together adds just the right amount of pressure on your clit. 

It makes for a mind boggling combination that has your brain disintegrating into nothingness. 

Your next orgasm is looming just around the corner. It builds inside you like a rollercoaster slowly moving up the track. Jungkook ups his pace again when he feels the telltale signs of your cunt pulsing and tightening around him like a vice. 

“Cream my cock, Bams,” he commands. “C’mon, beautiful.”

A splintering gasp chokes you as you obey and come around his dick, coating his entire shaft in white essence. 

The climax is brain chemistry altering. It feels as though your blood is ablaze and your heart can’t beat fast enough to push it through your body. Your legs clamp around his waist as they shake and convulse from the pleasure. All the while, Jungkook continues fucking his cock into your hole and sending you straight into oversensitivity subspace. 

You’re still catching your breath when you grab Jungkook tightly by the shoulder to halt his movements. He looks at you with curious eyes, but he doesn’t completely stop, just slows down significantly and thrusts shallowly into you.

“Wanna ride you, Koo,” you tell him. “Wanna make you come so you can stuff me and watch it drip out.”

Jungkook closes his eyes, his teeth grinding together. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you can’t just say shit like that and expect me not to bust!”

You laugh mischievously as he grabs you by the waist to flip you both over. Your bodies are only parted for a mere moment before you’re sinking back down onto his dick and scratching at his pecs with your nails. 

“Oh my God, I didn’t think it was possible for you to reach any further inside me,” you note.

“Of course, Bambi, gonna rearrange your fucking guts,” Jungkook proudly states.

It’s disturbing how exciting the thought of that is.

The rhythm of your hips is nowhere near as monstrous, letting his cock slowly leave your cunt before feeling him fill you up again one inch at a time. Using his chest to stabilize yourself, your thighs work religiously to bounce and fuck yourself on him. You look towards the ceiling, a groan rising from your throat due to his thick cock pressing against your walls and hitting just the right spot inside you. 

Jungkook reaches up to play with your tits dangling over his face, massaging them in his big hands before pushing them together. His fingers pinch your nipples until they’re pebbled and stiff. He leans forward to take one into his mouth and you have to grab onto his hair for support. 

He smacks your ass and you yelp, but you understand the message he’s trying to send and pick up the pace. You push him back down and lean over so your hard nipples are pressing against the heat of his chest. 

“Atta girl,” he praises with another stinging slap of his hand on your ass. His digits make a home in your hair again and he uses the leverage to force you to stare into his eyes. “Pussy s’fucking good, Bams.” Jungkook kisses across your neck torturously slow before speaking again. “So fucking tight, warm, wet… could stay in here for-fucking-ever.”

“Koo,” you whisper breathlessly.

Your hips swivel in desperation to send his dick as deep as it can go, honestly hoping your guts do part for him so his cock can nestle permanently inside you. 

“You gonna come again?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good,” he speaks into your ear. “Come on my big, fat cock, babygirl.”

The moan you let out is the most humiliating sound to ever come from your body. 

Luckily, no more are able to escape because Jungkook kisses you senseless. His tongue shoves into your mouth and licks around your own as you bounce on him as fast as your thighs will allow. He perpetuates your efforts by grasping your hips and rolling his own against you. It creates the perfect amount of friction on your clit and sends you tumbling into a pool of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Jungkook!”

You weep over the intensity of your orgasm while he continues kissing you. Not wanting to lose an ounce of momentum, Jungkook takes over for you as your orgasm paralyzes your mind. 

He fucks you relentlessly to bring about his own climax and the sound of your skin clapping together is so loud you worry it will shake your doorframe and alert the neighbors. 

“Gonna fill you up, Bams,” he warns you. 

He thrusts hard once, twice, sending his cock so deep you swear you see your stomach bulge, and then he grunts and a strangled cry breaks from his lips as he paints your pussy with his cum.

The heat of it makes your eyes roll into your skull.

You kiss him through the come down, slowly traversing across the bottom half of his face and scraping his jaw with your teeth. He moans weakly, the hand still in your hair moving down to your neck and squeezing it affectionately. You make out as he goes flaccid within you, the mixture of your juices slowly dripping out and soaking your thighs. 

Jungkook grabs your ass in both hands and massages the fatty flesh like he owns it, giving you one final spank to tint your skin red in the shape of his hand.

“Jungkook,” you mumble against his lips. “That was s’fucking good.”

A prideful chuckle meets your ears as Jungkook rests his head against the pillows to gaze up at you. 

“Yeah? Told you we’d have fun,” he brags. 

Lifting yourself off of him, you curse at the sticky mess between your legs. In one motion, you swing your leg over Jungkook’s thighs and fall down next to him with a bounce. You’ll worry about the sheets being drenched in the morning. 

Jungkook grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles before holding it against his heart thumping wildly in his chest. 

“Thanks for trying something new with me, Bams,” he says sincerely. 

Your eyes meet with twin smiles. Running your fingers through his hair, you tuck a piece behind his ear and lean in to give him a final peck of gratitude. 

It takes a minute for your body to stop screaming at you so you can stand. When you head for the bathroom, Usagi meows angrily from her spot just beyond the door. You coo at her and bend down to scratch under her chin.

“I’m sowwy, baby,” you apologize to the little creature. 

She saunters right past you to hop on the bed and curl up next to Jungkook who’s covering his bare body with your comforter. His eyes light up when he sees her approaching and he bends down to kiss her little head repeatedly until she meows at him to stop. 

You return from the bathroom in a large sleep shirt fresh from the dryer and toss a pair of equally fresh sweats to Jungkook. Both items are originally his, anyway. 

He eyes you knowingly when he clocks the familiar article of clothing. His tongue clicks with a single shake of his head before he’s slipping the pants on and securing them around his hips.

“You want me to sleep on the couch like usual?” He asks with his arms behind his head. 

You scoff affectionately.

“You already look pretty comfortable right there, Koo,” you retort.

“Oh, I am.” He pets Usagi dramatically as she purrs. “And Usagi wants me here, you can’t so no to her!” 

“You’re right, I can’t.”

Jungkook lifts the covers so you can join him in the snuggle puddle he and your cat are partaking in. You make yourself comfortable beneath the sheets and he mirrors you, much to Usagi’s chagrin since she’s sequestered to the foot of the bed to accommodate the extra body. 

It takes you all of thirty seconds to fall asleep once your head hits the pillow, and Jungkook is already halfway into dreamland himself when you do. 

You wake with a pounding headache and unbelievably sore thighs. Groaning at the aches and pains, you leave your bed and attempt to walk normally even though you feel like you got fucked by a semitruck instead of your best friend. It’s a mess of stumbling feet and running into furniture corners as you groggily head to the kitchen for some pain pills. 

Grabbing some for Jungkook after swallowing your own, you head back and set them along with a water bottle on your nightstand for when he wakes up. 

The smell of breakfast must coax Jungkook back into the land of the living because he stumbles out from your bedroom soon after it’s ready. You laugh at the way his hair sticks up in a million directions and his eyes barely open. 

“Morning, sunshine,” you sing-song.

He only greets you with a wave as he heads towards your bathroom. 

When he emerges again he looks slightly more put together, at least, you can see his big, brown eyes again as he makes his way to you.

“Morning,” he says. 

“Brekkie?”

You push a plate of assorted breakfast food towards him before turning around to place your own in the sink. He eats with that lovable scowl on his face which indicates you successfully cooked him a worthwhile meal. 

Neither of you bring up the events which took place last night because you don’t need to, there’s no unspoken tension or uncomfortable vibes floating around. Jungkook was right when he said nothing can come between you, and as fun as it was, now everything just goes back to normal.

It does not stay normal for long.

ONE

Women are beautiful, complex, intricate beings, whose bodies and minds can do extraordinary things. Women can move mountains when they strive to and you’re proud to call yourself one. 

Simultaneously, they can be dumbasses who can’t remember when their last period was. 

While sitting at your desk typing up a bullshit report for some bullshit exec who can’t be bothered to read his own emails, you open the drawer on your left. It houses all your office essentials like pens, tape, paper clips, and tampons. 

Your head tilts as you examine the colorful packaging you haven’t seen in a while. There seems to be a lot of them, especially since you usually run out and have to restock halfway through hell week.

Glancing up at your calendar, you count the weeks backwards and then flip it one month prior to check the exact date. 

You laugh aloud to yourself, because, surely, you just forgot to mark the calendar like you always do and you don’t remember restocking the tampons after your period ended. That must be the case because there’s no way in hell you’re two weeks late. It’s simply an impossibility and abundantly more plausible that your memory is failing you rather than your body. 

The skin of your lower lip is bitten raw as your eyes flit between the calendar and the menstrual products which are both staring into your soul. If they could speak, you think they’d be saying “we know what you did.” 

Pushing away from your desk, you take a deep breath and decide the best course of action is to walk around the office. 

Maybe seeing the inside of a bathroom stall will jog your memory of the last time you were bleeding, or passing by the kitchen will force you to recall when you last grabbed some extra candies from the community bowl. 

It’s all for naught. Your excursion around the building is an utter failure, and suddenly the walls of the office feel as though they’re closing in on you. 

Deciding to head home after lunch because you can’t focus anyway, you stop at the corner store by your house and grip your purse strap to stop your hands from shaking as you enter the women’s health aisle. The hundreds of pregnancy tests glare at you from their place on the shelf and you have to sink your teeth into your battered lower lip again to stop anxious tears from forming. 

This must be some horrible nightmare, you tell yourself. You’re gonna wake up and realize you fell asleep at your desk because your job is just that boring. The sharp pinch you apply to your arm forces you to stop lying to yourself.

Groaning in frustration, you analyze both the brands and prices of the demonic little fortune tellers and choose two each from multiple different brands because you need to be real fucking sure. 

You’re two years shy of thirty and you still feel like you’re having a teen pregnancy scare. 

The woman behind the counter is smiling as she places the tests into a bag. It’s probably because she believes you’ll be ecstatic about a positive result and run straight home to tell your husband. Most women your age would be doing so, but you don’t have a husband, you have a childhood best friend who you decided to hook up with for funsies. 

The abundant traffic you hit on the way home only makes your swirling whirlpool of nerves worse, and by the time you’re unlocking your apartment door and rushing to the bathroom, your lip is bleeding from how much skin you’ve ripped. 

You bought six tests, like a crazy person, and so it takes a couple minutes for you to successfully pee on all of them and place them on the counter with their caps on. Setting your phone timer for three minutes, you sit on the toilet seat to wait the eternity of 180 seconds. 

The anticipation eats away at your insides like sulfuric acid, and your leg bounces forcefully as though you’re going through withdrawal. 

Your mind is somersaulting over itself and flopping on the ground like a fish out of water as you wonder how this is even possible. You’re on birth control, and you checked your pills before leaving work; you didn’t miss a single one. 

There’s always the horror stories about the unlucky .01% of women whose contraceptives fail due to stress or poor health, but you don’t think that applies to you. Sure, you don’t join Jungkook at the gym, and work makes you wanna pull your hair out, but you feel great most days. 

The timer derails your train of thought with an incessant buzz. Glancing at the counter, you reach for one of the tests with shaking hands as you pray for the right result. 

Once you find the courage to actually look, your heart stops, and when you stand to see your plethora of pregnancy tests side by side, your eyes bulge from your skull. 

Staring back at you like the fates themselves are three matching sets of a plus sign, two parallel lines, and the word “pregnant.”

Hands slapping against your mouth, you gasp into your palms as reality forces its way into the bathroom with you. Your eyes squeeze shut as tears break from the confines of your waterline. You shake your head a couple times, trying to get your mind files back into their rightful places. It doesn’t work, and all the papers which make up your consciousness go flying all over the place. 

The cacophony of emotions on top of your disembodied mind forces your senses to scramble and discombobulate. 

You’re scared, worried, sad, confused, and shocked, but somewhere inside you’re happy, too. Being a mom is a huge dream of yours and even if it’s unexpected, it’s still a dream come true. 

Unfortunately, happiness is the lowest emotion on the totem pole, and your negative emotions are much closer to the surface. 

Running your hands down your face, you gaze at the tests as a sob shakes through you. You brace your hands on the counter and allow yourself to cry through all of the emotions. The heavy tears drop into the sink below you one by one as you decide what to do next.

First things first, you have to tell the baby’s father.

“Fuck, he’s gonna fucking kill me.” Tipping your head back to send the loose tears back from whence they came, you blow air from your mouth and close your eyes. “He’s gonna hate me. He’s gonna lose his shit and never wanna see me again and I’m gonna —” A sob slices through your windpipe and causes your voice to break. “I’m gonna lose him.”

You hug your knees and let yourself freefall until your butt meets the tile. The floor is cold and your muscles ache from the force of your crash into the ground, but it serves as a momentary distraction from your mental anguish. The sound of your sorrow fills the space as you take heaving breaths and soak your jeans with tears. Usagi scratches at the door and the sound of her little paws calling for you breaks your heart.

Stretching towards the door, you reach and turn the doorknob just enough for it to open. 

You watch fondly as your cat’s little legs carry her to your side. When she reaches you, she jumps into your lap and curls into an adorable ball of love. Fresh tears fall over the sweet affection she’s giving you, and you bend down to kiss her and rub your face in her fur.

“You’re gonna be a big sister, Usagi,” you tell her. 

Eventually, you calm down enough to stand and find your phone. You don’t think you can handle Jungkook’s voice right now, so you text him to come over whenever he’s free. He replies within a few minutes saying he’s got one more meeting and then he’ll be there. You mindlessly stare at his text message as anxiety simmers in your gut. This might just be the one thing that finally comes between you two. 

When Jungkook arrives you’re pacing in a trance around the living room. He unlocks the door with his key and kicks it open since his hands are full with takeout containers. Your eyes threaten to water when you realize he’s bringing you dinner without you asking. 

Your best friend is thoughtful, deliberate, and so, so kind, and here you are about to shatter his world as he knows it.

At the very second his two feet step into your apartment, you scurry across the floor and throw your arms around his neck. He takes an involuntary step back and drops the bags when you barrel into him, a deep chuckle coming from his chest that you feel against your own. 

“Bams?” 

His arms wrap around you on instinct, one of his hands resting on the back of your head to cradle you closer. 

You manhandle the emotions trying to escape back into their cages. You want, no, need, at least one more moment with him as you are now, before everything changes forever.

“Sorry,” you say as you reluctantly let go. “Rough day.”

“Well, I brought kimchi fried rice, so it can’t be that rough,” he jokes. 

You fake a smile and nod in agreement before grabbing one of the containers to bring it to the kitchen. Once he places the second one down, you tap your nails against the countertop and contemplate whether or not to wait. Jungkook, clearly oblivious to your turmoil, is already moving towards the fridge to grab a drink before sitting on the couch. It’s now or never, you suppose.

Each step you take to stand across from him feels like trudging through concrete and the overwhelming anxiety is gnawing at you like a wild animal. The notion that this could be the last time you see him smiling at you or have the ability to hear him laugh is debilitating.

You click your heels once you’re opposite him on the other side of the coffee table. He raises an eyebrow at you in a silent question, but you ignore his confusion and fill your lungs with the charged air.

“I’m pregnant.”

You didn't know silence could be so deafening. 

Jungkook’s cola bottle falls from his hands onto the floor with a plastic boing sound. The noise feels inappropriate for the tension of the room. His pupils are shaking as his eyes grow in size exponentially and the skin between his eyebrows creases as his lips part. Even from here you can see his mouth’s run completely dry. 

You take another deep breath, but you aren’t able to stop your emotions from leaking out anymore. 

“And I’m really, really scared,” you say as your voice breaks. 

Jungkook immediately snaps out of his daze when he hears your tone of voice, all of his previously tense features softening as he stands to reach you. 

The next thing you know, his warm hands are caressing your cheeks as he brushes the tears away.

“Hey, hey, Bambi,” he whispers. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” You cry harder at the gentle nature of his voice, like he’s worried he’ll break you if he talks too loud. “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me, alright? We’ve got each other. That's all that matters.”

“You aren’t mad?” 

“Mad?” Jungkook tilts his head in confusion. “You thought I would be mad at you, Bams?” You nod as best you can with your face caught between his hands. Jungkook frowns deeply. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because… because my birth control fucking failed and now we’re… we’re gonna be parents and —”

“That’s not your fault,” Jungkook interrupts. “I’m the one who creampied you, Bambi.”

“Yeah, but I told you to.”

“Oh, I assure you, I would’ve asked if you hadn’t.”

Despite your current emotional state, you laugh at his explanation. Your tears slowly, but surely, subside after a few more minutes. Gripping his wrists, you remove his hands from your face and hold them instead. 

“I’m still sorry,” you say quietly. 

“Don’t apologize,” he responds, then tilts your chin up. “You’re gonna make me a dad, Bams. That’s nothing to apologize for.”

The sigh of relief you exhale is exuberant. A smile creeps onto your face and Jungkook mirrors the expression before a mischievous grin appears instead. 

He encompasses your waist and lifts you into the air in one swoop, you screech at the sudden movement and koala him to keep yourself from falling. He giggles incessantly as he spins you both around in circles in the middle of your living room. 

“Koo! Put me down!”  

He obeys after a moment, but not before bending his knees to dip you down towards the floor. You squeal until a fit of laughter overtakes you as he slowly brings you both back up to his full height. 

“I’m so happy, Bams, you have no idea,” he tells you wholeheartedly. 

Once the laughter subsides, you inhale fondly and caress his jaw with one of your hands.

“Me, too,” you admit. 

A full blown bunny smile greets you and Jungkook nuzzles his nose against yours, making you giggle and blush a rosy pink hue. When your feet are on the earth again, you head for the kitchen, but Jungkook stops you with a hand to your forearm.

“Can I…” Jungkook begins to ask, his eyes glancing towards your stomach. 

“Can you what, Koo?” 

“Can I, ya know, touch?” 

Looking down at your stomach, which is still identical to its normal size, you raise an eyebrow at him, but find yourself nodding yes anyway.

He giggles delightfully and places his palm over your abdomen, where soon enough you’ll have a baby bump. 

“Man, this is fucking awesome.” You find yourself chuckling at his excitement over literally nothing at all yet. “Can I come to your doctor’s appointments?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to go to them without you,” you answer. “I still have to make the first one. I only took the tests a couple hours ago.” 

“Were you alone?” He’s frowning as he asks, regret evident in his tone. 

“Usagi was there.”

Jungkook scoffs, chuckling knowingly as he shakes his head and follows you into the kitchen. 

You eat together as though you didn’t just deliver life alternating news. Which honestly, is the only outcome that ever would’ve come to fruition. Perhaps the staggering emotions of finding out you’re pregnant made you forget just how much you two love and care for each other. Your friendship is backed by nearly three decades of time spent together, and even something as massive as a baby can’t shake that foundation. 

What might shake the foundation of a house is the screams of joy your mothers are going to let out when you tell them. They’ve been begging you for a shared grandchild since you graduated college. 

Jungkook is supportively holding your hand as you two stand on the front porch of your house, which is conveniently down the street from his house, because that’s just how close your parents are. You can’t blame them, you’re sure you and Jungkook will be the same one day, especially now. 

The memories of your childhood are flooding through your mind while you stand in the familiar location. It gets you thinking about all the new memories you’ll make with your own child one day. 

Releasing the tension from your neck, you nod at Jungkook to let him know you’re ready. He returns the gesture and lets go of your hand to knock on the door. Unsurprisingly, it’s his mother’s face who comes into view from the other side of the screen door.

“Oh, Kookie! What are you two doing here?” She asks cheerfully.

“What are you doing here, Mom?” Jungkook asks as he hugs her. 

“Oh, you know I practically live here.”

You laugh, knowing how right she is, and give her a big, bear hug. Her comforting presence always eases your anxieties, especially now when you’re worried about their reaction to your news. 

She guides you through the house as though it’s her own and leads you into the kitchen where your mom is cooking dinner. You greet her with a hug and kiss on the cheek as she stirs the pot on the stove. Jungkook follows suit, resting his head on her shoulder as he hugs her side. 

Your mom tells you she’s nearly done and to go sit. She joins you a few minutes later after turning the stove off and removing the food from the heat.

“Seriously, kids, what did you come all this way for?” Jungkook’s mom asks once you’re all sitting around the kitchen table. 

“It’s not that far,” you say. 

“No, but you two never show up unannounced like this,” your mom states. 

“We have something to tell you,” Jungkook says. 

His hand finds yours under the table and gives it a comforting squeeze, out of the eyesight of your mothers. Your petrified eyes flicker towards him, but he just nods and smiles reassuringly at you. You lick your lips and sit up as a way of giving yourself a moment of reprieve before you change the entire atmosphere of the home. 

“I’m pregnant,” you announce. “We’re having a baby.”

“WE?” They scream in unison. 

You instantly lose all their attention. They’re too busy screaming like school girls while clasping their hands together and shaking them in excitement. You and Jungkook share a sideways glance and have to suppress a laugh. 

“When did this happen? How long have you been dating?” Your mom asks.

Both your faces pale at her question, not thinking far enough ahead to prepare for these types of inquiries.

“Um, we’re not,” you tell her. 

“What do you mean, you’re not? How did you get pregnant then?”

Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat and messes with the collar of his shirt as tension fills the room. Never in a million years did you think you’d be talking about your and Jungkook’s sexscapades with your moms. 

“We just hooked up, a one time thing,” you answer. 

“So, you’re not together?” His mom wonders. You both shake your heads, hating the look of disappointment that crosses their features. “Are you gonna try?”

“Maybe… maybe one day, Mom,” Jungkook answers. “But right now we just wanna focus on being the best parents we can be.” 

They reluctantly accept his answer before moving onto all the nitty gritty details like asking when your next appointment is, if you’re going to find out the gender, etc. 

The four of you eat dinner together but unfortunately, your dads are away on a fishing trip together, so you don’t get to tell them the news tonight. Your moms promise to relay their reactions to you through the phone upon their return. 

With your parents out of the way, your friends are up next to bat, but you don’t expect that announcement to go as well as this one. 

Your first gynecologist appointment is the following week, and you and Jungkook both take the day off from work so you can go together. It’s pretty nerve wracking, but you’re mostly excited to see the first ultrasound pictures of your little peanut. 

Jungkook drives you to the appointment in his black Mercedes Benz and it lowkey makes you feel like his knocked up sugar baby. He didn’t grow up with money, so he’s still humble, but he definitely enjoys splurging on his choice of car, if anything. It’s certainly not a bad thing to be having a kid with someone who’s financially well off, but you hate taking advantage of Jungkook’s wealth even when he offers. 

He reverses the car into a parking spot, his arm moving to the headrest behind you as he looks over his shoulder to fit in the space. Upon exiting the car, you come around the hood where Jungkook is waiting for you with his hand out. You take it without a second thought and lace his fingers with yours as you walk into the dauntingly large medical building together. 

Your foot rapidly taps against the elevator as it inches up to the third floor. When the doors open after what feels like an eternity, the office can only be described as a haven for expecting mothers.

Everywhere in sight there are women with swollen bellies of varying degrees, most of them accompanied by their doting partners. As you scan the room, you notice one thing in common with almost all of them; they all have big, shiny rings on their fingers. 

You pout instinctually, green envy coating your insides. It’s not as though you’ve been hunting for a husband, it’s honestly been the last thing on your mind, but you’d be lying if you said you aren’t jealous they have spouses and you have a baby daddy. You love Jungkook, more than anything in the world, and there isn’t anyone else you can imagine having a kid with, but it’s not the same as these men and women looking at their pregnant partners like they hung the stars in the sky. 

Jungkook notices your unintentional scowl and tugs on your hand to grab your attention. He raises an eyebrow at you, but you just shake your head and proceed towards the reception desk. 

“Hi, an appointment under Jeon,” you tell the woman behind the desk. You hear Jungkook make a noise of curiosity from beside you. “Figured we should do everything under the baby’s last name, it’s simpler that way.”

“The baby’s gonna have my last name?” 

His eyes sparkle with wonder and your heart soars.

“Yeah, you’re the dad, Koo.”

“I know, but I thought since we aren’t together —”

“No,” you cut him off. “It’s baby Jeon, a hundred percent.” 

He smiles so big his eyes disappear and his bunny teeth make an appearance. You roll your eyes affectionately before turning your attention back to the receptionist as she hands you a clipboard with some paperwork to complete.  

Both of you have to call your respective mothers at one point while filling out the extensive medical history forms. Once the twenty or so pages are complete, Jungkook returns it to the receptionist before joining you again in the waiting room. You sit with identical bouncing knees as the minutes tick by in heavy anticipation.

When your name is finally called, the two of you leap up and hurry over to the nurse who’ll lead you to the observation room.

They take some vitals, draw your blood for the formal pregnancy test, and go over the paperwork, getting the more mundane, administrative details out the way before handing you a gown and instructing you to lay down for the ultrasound. 

Jungkook excitedly rubs his palms together and stomps his feet when the nurse leaves and you get ready to see your baby for the first time. 

Ever the gentleman, he looks everywhere but at you as you strip to put the gown on, which is so adorable you almost combust. He put a baby in you and yet he’s respectful enough to look away when you undress in front of him, what a fucking doll. 

Your feet tap an unknown melody against the stirrups as you wait and Jungkook scrolls on his phone absentmindedly. The doctor alerts you with a short knock before opening the door and popping her head in.

“Hi, you guys,” she greets you. She shakes Jungkook’s hand and then yours before rolling a stool over to sit between your legs. “How are you both doing?”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Good, good,” she smiles. “So, great news, you are indeed pregnant! Based on your hormone levels it looks like you’re about eight weeks along.”

Even though you know the exact date and time your baby was conceived, the sensual moment permanently etched into your memory, and it’s impossible to be anything else besides divine intervention, you still sigh in relief over everything lining up as it should. 

“Before we get to the ultrasound, I just want to go over a couple things that I always do with new parents, alright?” 

“Sure,” you agree with a smile. 

“Okay, we won’t be discussing labor and delivery until you’re a little farther along because there’s a lot to take in at first and it can be pretty overwhelming,” she explains. “I just want to make sure you both are in a good place, have everything you need from me, and availability to any resources you may need during this time.” She looks at you expectantly and you nod your head to convey you understand. “Alright, so tell me a little bit about yourselves.”

You gesture towards Jungkook and he points to his chest with his hand. When you nod, he clears his throat and sits up straighter.

“Hi, Jungkook, she calls me Koo,” he starts. “I’m a head video game designer and have a house just outside the city. I have a Doberman named Bam. I box in my free time… not sure what else you need to know.”

“No, that’s great,” she reassures him. She turns her attention to you.

“I’m Y/N, but he calls me Bambi, and don’t ask, we can’t remember why,” you laugh. “I’m an administrative assistant and rent an apartment in the city and have a munchkin cat named Usagi. In my free time I read, mostly.”

“So, you two don’t live together?” You both shake your heads. “Are you exes, just haven’t moved in together yet, something else?” 

“Best friends,” you tell her. Then, because it’s confusing for most people that you’re pregnant with your best friend’s baby, you continue. “We decided to have some fun one night and now we’re gonna be having fun together for the next 18 years.”

She laughs lightheartedly at your story.

“Alright, I like the sound of that. You’re supposed to be going through this with your best friend, anyway,” she says. “How long have you known one another?”

“I was strapped in a baby carrier to my mom’s chest in the hospital room while she was being born,” Jungkook states.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah,” you add.

“Well, that’s great, you two! You’ve got a long history together and that can only make for wonderful teamwork.”

There are some more details you discuss regarding the first trimester and the vitamins you’ll be taking. You go over the common symptoms for this time frame and how best to remedy them. Once that’s settled, she finally pulls out the ultrasound machine and you get jittery just from the sight. You’re so eager to see your baby and when Jungkook joins you by your side, he radiates the same energy. He’s sitting to your left now and you bend your arm up to hold his hand. Jungkook smiles at your actions and clasps his hand around yours with a tight squeeze. 

Jumping when you feel the cool gel on your skin, you ignore the novel sensation and wait impatiently for the image of your baby to appear on the monitor. 

Before you see anything, a steady, rhythmic thumping plays throughout the room. 

You and Jungkook gasp in unison.

“And that’s a heartbeat,” the doctor says with a big smile. 

Jungkook rests his head on yours and your free hand wraps around to tousle his hair affectionately. 

The visual on the screen doesn’t make much sense at first, but then the doctor pauses her movements along your abdomen and clicks the keyboard to take some still shots. 

“So, this is your baby,” she says while pointing to the small peanut shape amongst all the black and white fuzziness. “They’re about the size of a kidney bean right now.”

“A kidney bean!” Jungkook cheers. “How flippin’ cute.”

You giggle while glancing back at him. His starry eyes are shining and glossy while he admires the monitor showing him his future child.

“Are you two going to find out the gender? That will happen at your twelve-week follow up.”

“No, we’re gonna keep it a surprise,” you answer. 

“Great choice, it’s always so fun that way.”

She points out a couple more things on the ultrasound before turning the machine off and printing the pictures she took, making sure to print two copies so you and Jungkook can each have one. 

When you peek at him once the doctor leaves so you can get dressed, he’s staring at the photos while his thumb gently traces over the shiny paper right where your baby is. You feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, but keep them under control with a sniffle and scrunch of your nose.

TWO

You have two main friend groups, one which is mutual with Jungkook, consisting of six other guys and three girls besides yourself, and another group of all girls, four of them in addition to you. Sometimes you mix the groups, and they all get along just fine, some better than others, wink wink, but usually you see them on separate occasions. 

Tonight is monthly wine night with your girls, which, of course, you won’t be partaking in, although you plan on faking it. 

You’re unsure about telling your friends just yet. It’s been nice having this sweet little secret just between you and Jungkook, thoroughly enjoying the whispers of excitement you share as you admire your miniature baby bump together. Of course, that enthusiasm is shared between you and your mothers who message you daily for updates. 

The bump forming over your womb isn’t noticeable in the slightest unless you’re wearing something abhorrently tight, and even then, you look bloated at best. So, you can easily get away with hiding your little bundle of joy for a few more weeks. 

It’s a fact the girls will be absolutely ecstatic for you and completely supportive, so it’s not fear holding you back. Maybe judgment? The circumstances of your pregnancy are far from ordinary and you don’t want a lecture from anyone regarding your questionable choices. Your friends adore Jungkook, since they’ve known him as long as they’ve known you, and they’re fully aware of how wonderful he is, but being a friend and being a father are two very different things and it wouldn’t be totally unreasonable for them to have doubts.

Grabbing some wine to pass from the corner store, you drive to Nayeon’s place just up the road. The five of you rotate hosts monthly and tonight is her night. You won’t have the pleasure of hosting again for another four months since your turn was last month. You’re bringing wine along to keep suspicions to a minimum, and you plan on filling your glass with some sparkling grape juice you also snagged. 

When you arrive, Jihyo and Mina are standing by their cars cackling at something on their phones. As you exit and lock your car with a click, you wave and approach the laughing banshees with a smile.

Their faces shine bright when they see you and enthusiastically return the wave.

“Bitch, it’s only been a month and I missed you so fucking much,” Mina cries as she pulls you in for a crippling hug. 

“Are you drunk already?” You question due to her out of character language and how she’s slumping against you.

“Nooo.”

“Don’t worry, I drove her here,” Jihyo, ever the mom friend, assures you. 

You enter Nayeon’s apartment as a trio, her door already unlocked for the occasion, as you update each other on surface level things like work and hobbies. 

Nayeon and Tzuyu are in the kitchen with a glass of wine already in hand while they gossip about something. You know they’re gossiping because their expressions are dramatically shuffling through different emotions like shock, confusion, and disgust. 

They wave excitedly when they notice your entrance and quickly finish their conversation before joining you. 

Jihyo places Mina delicately on the couch and instructs her to stay still so she can grab her a glass of water. You follow Jihyo into the kitchen, peering over your shoulder at your other friend who’s now lackadaisically swaying side to side.

“Ji, why is Mina drunk off her ass right now?” 

Jihyo sighs as she grabs a cup and glances towards the living room to visually check on the topic of your conversation. 

“Her and Mingyu broke up.”

“No!” You gasp, your hands covering your mouth in disbelief. “Did he dump her?”

“She won’t tell me! She just sits on my bed and cries for hours.”

Jihyo and Mina are roommates, but Mina has been hoping to move in with Mingyu for a while now and was merely waiting for him to ask.

“Oh no, my poor girl.”

“I’m hoping tonight will help and maybe she’ll finally open up about what happened,” Jihyo says. “You wanna try my wine?”

“Oh, no, I’ve got my own,” you tell her and show off the bottle of fake alcohol you peeled the label off of. 

She recognizes your answer with a nod before heading back to Mina. By the time you return with her water she’s relaying the information to Nayeon and Tzuyu through tears and slurred sentences. 

You hug Tzuyu from behind and she warmly wraps her arms around your own to reciprocate the affection. After repeating the embrace with Nayeon, you take a seat on her armchair and pour the grape juice into the wine glass she left out for you. 

The five of you update each other like always, since that’s the main purpose of these get-togethers. It’s your sacred time to dive into the messy and dirty details of your lives over the last month.

Mina is unanimously nominated to go first once she’s consumed a couple glasses of water to sober her up a bit. She explains how her and Mingyu, her boyfriend of nearly four years, broke up because he isn’t ready to settle down. Apparently it was mutual, but she’s still head over heels for him and is having a terrible time trying to move on.

The four of you hold her while she cries until eventually, she tires herself out, and you move on to Tzuyu.

The conversation circles through everyone until you’re finally the center of attention. There’s a piece of you that still wants to stow away your secret for a little while longer, but you’re also so excited for them to share in your joy that you can barely stand holding it in.

“Okay, so, technically this happened two wine nights ago, but I wasn’t ready to tell you guys just yet,” you begin. You suck in a breath through your teeth and take a sip of your drink even though there’s no liquid courage in the glass. “Jungkook and I hooked up.”

The gasps from your friends are so loud you think they sucked all the air from the room. 

“No fucking way.”

“I freaking knew it would happen one day!”

“Oh my God?”

“Please tell me he’s got a big dick, I just know he has a big dick.”

You laugh into your glass at the multitude of different reactions before continuing. Sighing in content remembrance, you lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees.

“He’s. Fucking. Huge.”

Somehow, their gasps this time are even louder. 

“No, no, you need to spill right fucking now. I want every dirty fucking detail, baby,” Nayeon says.

“There honestly isn’t that much to tell. We were watching a movie, he brought it up, it happened, bada-bing bada-boom,” you state.

“Are you two together now?” Jihyo asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “We just wanted to see what it was like, you know?”

“Bitch,” Tzuyu scoffs. “You just told us your ungodly handsome, sweet, filthy rich, jacked as fuck best friend has a huge dick and you’re gonna look at me and say it was a one time thing?”

“You guys know it’s not like that with us,” you respond. “I love him, like, with everything in me, and obviously, I know how attractive he is, but I don’t get butterflies around him or think about him first thing in the morning.” You sit back in the chair. “The love I have for him is so much greater than romantic love. I mean, never say never, but we’re both completely content with the way we are.” 

“Hear hear,” Jihyo says with a clink of her nails against her glass. 

Nibbling on your lip, you count the bubbles floating in your drink as you decide whether or not you’re ready for the actual reveal.

“There is… more, though,” you quietly admit. Everyone leans in and you shake your head back and forth to prepare for the biggest confession you’ll ever make to them. “I’m pregnant.”

The gasps this time are so volatile two of them start coughing and Jihyo walks her ass straight out of the room with a hand over her mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up right now,” Nayeon snaps. 

“He knocked you up?” Mina’s drunk ass shouts. 

“Mmhmm.”

“Are you… happy about that?” Tzuyu tentatively asks. 

The massive grin forming on your face reveals your answer before you can give it, and you start nodding overdramatically while you giggle. 

“Oh my God! You’re pregnant!” Tzuyu cheers now that she’s aware of your excitement.

“You’re gonna be a mom!” Nayeon claps.

“We’re gonna be aunts!” Mina adds. 

Jihyo returns to the room with fresh tears on her cheeks.

“Ji,” you coo at her. 

She hiccups out a weak chuckle as she pulls you into her for a bear hug. The other girls follow suit and surround you until the five of you are basically cuddling in the middle of Nayeon’s living room. Suddenly, someone starts jumping and the force shakes the floorboards as you all join in and chant “yay yay yay” on repeat. 

The whimsicality of girlhood never fails to paint a smile on your face.

The following weekend you have plans with your other friend group. You usually rotate through a few different activities you all enjoy and tonight is karaoke, which is one of your personal favorites. 

Jungkook gets ready at your place so you can eat dinner together beforehand since the food at the karaoke bar is stupidly overpriced. He never fails to remind you he can afford it and is more than willing to pay for your meal, but you don’t like using his money unless it’s absolutely necessary. You’re a big girl who can pay for herself and he understands your desire for independence.

You’re at the vanity finishing your makeup when he enters with another bowl of rice he grabbed after finishing your meal. He takes up purchase on your bed and eats absentmindedly while his eyes follow the movement of your wrist coating your lashes in mascara.

The feeling of his stare creates goosebumps on your skin and an involuntary smile appears in the mirror. No doubt your foundation hides the blush springing forth as well.

“You look pretty, Bams,” he compliments. 

“Thank you!”

The now empty bowl meets your nightstand with a clank as he moves to stand beside you. He leans down until you’re side by side in the mirror and gives you his cheesiest smile. You snort at his antics and continue to giggle while dropping your mascara into the pile of other makeup tools. 

“Cute,” you tell him. 

He smiles successfully and extends his hands towards you. You graciously accept his offer and stand to your full height. Just as you’re heading for your closet to grab shoes, Jungkook ensnares your wrist and eyes you hopefully. Raising an eyebrow at his actions, you wait for him to speak his mind.

“Can I see it?” 

The eye roll is automatic at this point.

“Koo, my baby bump is not any bigger than it was a few days ago. It’s barely a bump as is! I could eat pasta and grow bigger than I am now,” you tell him.

“It doesn’t matter, I just like knowing they’re in there,” he says with a huge smile. “My little kidney bean.”

“They’re a plum now, remember?” 

Jungkook just stares you down expectantly rather than responding. Begrudgingly, but still with a smile on your face, you push your jacket away so he can see the barely noticeable hump over your abdomen. He giggles, his feet taking turns leaving the floor, and places both hands on you, caressing your womb ever so gently. 

“My little plum,” he sighs happily. 

You're so utterly endeared by him and his nature that it makes you sick. 

Once Jungkook is done holding the little plum, you leave to meet your friends at the karaoke bar. 

Throughout the drive you discuss whether or not to announce the pregnancy to your friends. Jungkook knows you told the girls, and was unnecessarily smug about their interest in his size, but your mutual friends are another animal entirely. 

Everyone met at one point or another during college and by graduation you’d become one massive, conjoined group of lovable idiots. All eleven of you are extremely close, even if the bonds you share are unique to each individual pair. You know things about one another no one else does and they’re always the first people you tell about good news.

Jungkook is more anxious than you about telling them, especially since he’s yet to let the cat out of the bag to anyone besides your parents. He’s the youngest among the boys and his biggest fear is disappointing them. Not that they would be, because even though they're a group of seven men, they’re the kindest people in the world, but Jungkook’s always been sensitive about their opinion of him because he idolizes them so much.

By the time you reach the bar you’ve mutually agreed to hold off for now and proceed to exit the car together. Jungkook instinctively places his hand on your lower back as you walk in and a hostess tells you which room your friends occupy.

Upon opening the door to the private karaoke suite, you’re met by the booming sound of cheers from all nine people packed inside. Everyone rises from their seats to hug you one by one before letting you settle into the couch across from the karaoke machine and mini stage. 

“What are you drinking tonight?” Yunjin asks you as she takes the seat to your right.

Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are already flipping through the songbook next to the stage for the perfect opening song. 

“Can’t, I’m Koo’s designated driver for tonight,” you tell her.

“We’re gonna be here for hours like always, you should have one, at least,” she says.

“Maybe,” you say with an appreciative smile. 

Lying to the people you love most isn’t exactly easy, especially when you already suck at it, but Yunjin seems to take you at your word and returns her focus to the opposite side of the room.

The opening beats of an R&B song fill the air and you turn your attention to the three jackals on stage as they belt their hearts out together. You admire them with a massive grin and are thoroughly impressed by how they manage to make complete fools of themselves while still hitting all the notes. 

The other girls join you sometime during the bridge, Chaewon taking the empty seat by you while Eunchae goes next to Yunjin. Eunchae tells everyone she got a promotion at work, so you clink your glasses together to cheer for her, yours being filled with cola instead of alcohol.

“Here, try my drink, it’s so good!” Chaewon says as she passes the glass to you. You shake your head and tell her the same lie you told Yunjin. Unfortunately, Chaewon is less forgiving than your other friend. “It’s just a sip, girliepop!”

You shoot her a warning glance, and luckily, the two other women are distracted by Namjoon and Seokjin’s soulful duet on stage. Due to your decade long friendship, you and Chaewon share the unique ability to speak without any words, and your silent conversation goes something like this.

You, glaring at her with your head tilted. Don’t.

Her, sitting back a little with her eyebrows raised. Bitch?

You, nodding minutely a couple times. Yup.

Her, eyes wide with a hand on her chest. You’re pregnant?

You, nodding while staring her down. Can you fucking believe it?

Her, brow creasing and slowly shaking her head. Who the fuck is the dad?

You, holding up a hand to block the view from the others while pointing at Jungkook who’s sitting across the room. Jungkook.

Her, hand over her mouth, eyes bulging out of her head. You’re fucking joking! 

So, that’s how Chaewon finds out, and your final signal to her is your pointer finger pressing against your lips so she knows this is still a massive secret.

Jungkook and Taehyung take the stage next, and they’re always an entertaining pair, so you both pay close attention. It’s debatable whether that was a good decision, because the rest of you end up with aching cramps from the intense fits of laughter. You're all desperately clutching your stomachs as the two of them jump around and sing in each other’s faces to a song that does not call for that type of choreography. You’re 99% sure it’s a breakup song from a K-Drama. 

You’re still wiping the tears from your eyes when Eunchae speaks up breathlessly.

“God, I don’t know why, but this reminds me of when the boys performed in the university talent show,” she states.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot about that,” Yunjin responds.

“Wait, what are you guys talking about?” Jimin says as he sits next to Yunjin.

“Don’t you remember? You guys wore those hockey jerseys and covered that 90s song,” you tell him. “It was so good!”

Seokjin nods from the other side of the couch and starts laughing as he remembers the performance.

“That was so long ago! I remember it being super fun, though,” he says.

“Please don’t bring that up, that was the most embarrassing day of my life,” Yoongi groans.

“Oh please, Min, you secretly loved it,” Chaewon teases him.

You gasp when you realize it’s definitely still stored somewhere in your phone. Pulling the device out of your pocket, you scoot over so Jungkook can sit next to you while you scroll through your camera roll from almost ten years ago. Taehyung joins you and leans over Jungkook’s shoulder to see as well. 

“Found it!” You squeal.

Unable to resist reliving the memory, everyone gathers behind you to watch. Your previous fits of laughter make a gnarly comeback as you marvel at the younger versions of them dancing and singing their little hearts out. They look like babies in comparison and it makes you swoon.

“That was literally another lifetime,” Namjoon says once the video is done playing.

“Man, we were so fucking cool,” Hoseok states proudly.

“Jungkook, you should wear your hair like that again,” Yunjin says. “You looked fucking hot.”

“Fuck yeah he did, rumor has it Kook lost his virginity that night,” Taehyung jokes as he squeezes Jungkook’s bicep.

“Yo! Shut the hell up, I lost my virginity in high school,” Jungkook retorts. He takes a swig of his drink and chuckles against the glass. “It was the first time I fucked raw, though.”

“Clearly not the last,” you say under your breath.

Jungkook turns to you with his eyes bugging out and you have to stifle your laugh with your hand. Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you gain control of your laughter and whisper a halfhearted apology to him. 

“Ok, girlies, let’s fuck this shit up,” Chaewon announces. 

Yunjin and Eunchae both chug the last of their drinks before grabbing each of your hands so you can take the stage together. You diligently flip through the songbook to find the perfect one while the guys converse about a recent video game release. Gasping when you spot a familiar song title, you point to the page and eye the girls with a mischievous smirk.

“Wait, don’t we know the dance for this?” Yunjin asks.

You and Eunchae nod together. 

“Oh, we are gonna leave these men fucking gagged,” Chaewon states before plugging the selection into the karaoke machine. 

Chaewon hits the nail on the head, because as soon as the song begins and you start shaking your asses like a bonafide girl group, the men go insane. The seven of them act like they’re your biggest stans who paid for a ticket just to see this. 

Hoseok and Jimin stand to the right of the stage throwing invisible money over you all, while Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting on the end couch spanking the air back and forth. Yoongi is covering his eyes with his hand while he shakes his head, but he’s still peeking at your performance between his fingers. Namjoon is bent over with his elbows on his knees and his hands under his chin like he’s trying to analyze the way your asses bounce. Seokjin stands with a glass in each hand as he dances along and screams your names in a repeating chant at the top of his lungs. 

When you finish the show stopping performance, all of them are almost as breathless as you from cheering so much. 

“Fuck, why am I hard right now?”

“That was spectacular.”

“You guys were so good!”

“I think I just came.”

“Amazing, bravo.”

“Encore!”

“Remind me why we’re all just friends?”

All four of you are panting as you hop off the stage and attempt to slow your racing heartbeats. Jimin notices you don’t have a drink and goes to hand his glass of vodka cranberry to you.

“Here, you look like you could use this.”

Just as you’re about to wave him off and reject his offer, Chaewon interrupts. 

“Y/N can’t have alcohol,” she states. 

Eyes blowing wide, you glare and wordlessly scold her with your facial expressions, throwing your hands up incredulously for good measure. Poor Jungkook looks like a deer in headlights since you didn’t get the chance to tell him she knows.

“Why not?” Yoongi asks from across the table.

“Are you okay? Nothing’s wrong, right?” Yunjin adds.

“No, no,” you answer with a nonchalant wave of your hand. “Just this new medication I’m on.”

“Which one? Prenatal vitamins?” Eunchae jokes as she takes a drink. Your lip catches between your teeth as you look at her with wide, worrisome eyes. Her expression shifts into shock when she notices your face over the rim of her glass. “Holy fuck, I was joking. Y/N, are you pregnant?”

“Um… yes?” 

The eight people in the room who weren’t previously aware inhale simultaneously to berate you with questions, but are all stopped short by Taehyung speaking first.

“Who the fuck put a baby in you?” 

Gnawing on your lip as your mind scrambles for an answer, your eyes flit to Jungkook for support, but his face is paler than a ghost. You reluctantly accept your fate and sigh in defeat. 

“J… Ju… Jungkook did.”

All hell breaks loose. 

You’re fighting off Eunchae, Yunjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok with your hands up in surrender as you vigorously shake your head back and forth. Jungkook is slowly sinking into his seat with his arms out in defense as Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Yoongi descend on him like a pack of ravenous wolves. Everyone’s screaming voices are louder than any of the singing tonight and if someone took a picture of the room it could only be classified as a goddamn renaissance painting.

Once the initial shock wears off and Jungkook finally comes to his senses, he shakes his head to collect his thoughts and stands up.

“Everyone, shut the fuck up! My bun is in that oven and I don’t need you assholes stunting their growth with your screaming,” he shouts. 

“Oh, please don’t refer to me as an oven, Koo,” you grimace.

“I didn’t mean it that way, Bams.”

“Yeah, but —”

“Hey!” Eunchae interrupts you. “Lovebirds, you wanna fucking tell us how you got knocked up?” 

Jungkook clears his throat. 

“Well, Eunnie, you see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very mu — AH!”

Jungkook’s mock explanation is cut short by him ducking to avoid the couch pillow Eunchae chucks at his head. 

“Be fucking for real, Jeon. Why is your demon spawn in my best friend?” 

“Hey, don’t talk about our little plum like that,” Jungkook frowns. 

“Little plum?” Jimin and Taehyung speak in unison. 

Jungkook sighs dreamily before responding. 

“That’s how big they are right now.”

“It just happened!” You state. “We just fucked for shits and gigs and now we’re here.”

“You let Jungkook come in you for shits and gigs?” Hoseok asks with his signature face of judgement.

The implications of his tone make you pout and cross your arms over your chest.

“Yes, and it was very enjoyable, thank you very much.”

“Oh, ew.”

“For real?”

“Ah, fuck no.”

Chaewon fake gags with a finger in her mouth. 

“Wait, wait,” Namjoon steps into the center of the room. “How is this gonna work? Are you two gonna co-parent? Switch off houses every other week?”

“I… don’t know,” you answer honestly before looking at Jungkook. He shrugs with his arms out, clearly just as clueless about those details as you. “We haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Are you gonna find out the gender?” Chaewon asks excitedly, but you quickly shake your head and she frowns. “How am I supposed to get my future niece or nephew the perfect gift if I don’t know their gender?”

“Gender neutral?” You suggest. 

You hear Seokjin exhale overdramatically and when you look towards him he’s downing a shot and slamming the glass down afterwards. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He shakes his head and his lips make a horse-like noise. “I mean, we’re talking about Jungkook and Y/N having a baby… a motherfucking child.”

“Yeah, and they’re gonna be the best parents ever,” Yoongi states wholeheartedly. 

Yoongi finds your eyes across the room, his adorable gummy smile on full display, and reaffirms his words with a nod. You return the smile gratefully, thanking him with a slow blink as you hold his eye contact. 

“Are you alright? I mean, like, you’re good?” Yunjin asks you. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, especially now that you guys know.”

“What about you, Kook?” Taehyung asks from where he sits beside him. 

Jungkook looks over his shoulder at his friend, the biggest, bunniest grin imaginable on his face.

“I’m fucking ecstatic,” he answers. 

Jimin takes two large strides and hugs Jungkook’s head to his chest, ruffling his hair affectionately. Hoseok joins in next, squishing Jungkook’s cheeks between his hands and giving him adorable fish lips.

“Our Jungkookie is gonna be a dad!” Hoseok coos in his best baby voice. 

Your attention is pulled away by Yunjin’s hand on your lower back. She smiles when you turn around and pulls you into a powerful embrace which you reciprocate. Eunchae and Chaewon join the hug and you rest your head on Chaewon’s shoulder. You know how hard she is on herself whenever she screws up, and this is your way of letting her know it’s alright.

When you part, you feel a tug on your hand, and before you know it Jungkook is bringing you into his lap. You giggle as he tucks you into his chest and nuzzles his face in your neck. 

There’s a brief moment where it feels as though it’s just you and him, and it’s more needed than you even realized. Jungkook’s recognizably warm presence calming you down after the hectic atmosphere of the room took you for a loop.

Everyone moseys around to take a seat as the adrenaline from the news simmers. The eleven of you actually do some catching up rather than just singing and drinking, and eventually smaller faction conversations happen all around the table.  

You stay on Jungkook’s lap the rest of the night with his hand resting on the outside of your thigh to keep you against him.

It’s abnormal behavior for you two, usually keeping a rather firm boundary of friendship, the time you conceived a child together aside, but you don’t question it. Maybe it’s the child in your womb wanting to be close to their father or perhaps the uptick in hormones skewing your regular emotional landscape. Either way, Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind your weight on him and neither do you. 

By the time the clock strikes two in the morning, and you’ve all gone a couple more rounds on the karaoke machine, your head is resting on Jungkook’s shoulder as you flicker in and out of consciousness. He soothingly rubs your spine with his hand, making sure to add more pressure to your lower back where it’s been hurting ever since becoming pregnant. Curling into him more in response, you push your face into his neck and hum contently at the familiar scent and warmth. 

“You tired, Bams?” He whispers to you, moving some hair away from your face. You answer with a single nod, your eyes already closing again from the heaviness of sleep. “Okay, let’s go.”

Jungkook helps you stand, and you hug all your friends goodbye one by one. Everyone congratulates you both again while also threatening to show up to your homes uninvited unless you update them on your progress between hangouts.

Jimin changes your group chat name that very night to: Baby Jeon Official Updates Channel 💦🤭👶🏻💕

You and Jungkook leave hand-in-hand, mostly because he has to keep you upright from how tired you are. He drives back to his place since it’s closer and he doesn’t like the idea of leaving you alone when you’re this sleepy. God forbid you accidentally fall asleep on Usagi and crush her all night long. The car ride is brief, but it’s smooth enough that you fall asleep in the passenger seat almost instantly. 

Jungkook carries you inside instead of waking you up, knowing you need more rest nowadays than usual. Although, if he’s being honest, pregnant with his child or not, he’d still carry you and tuck you into bed.

When you wake up in Jungkook’s spare bedroom/home office the next morning, you’re thoroughly confused, but as your sleepiness begins to wane you remember the end of the night and the events which led you here. The smell of pancakes encourages you to walk down the stairs to Jungkook’s kitchen. You’re still wrapped in his comforter when you enter and Jungkook laughs as you approach him like the Queen of bedtime. 

“Morning, Bambi,” he greets you as he flips the final pancake onto the plate and turns off the griddle. 

“Good morning,” you say with a tired smile. 

Just then, the sound of trampling paws comes barreling towards you. Smiling broadly as you turn towards the sound, you bend down to greet the adorable Doberman who’s wagging his tail in excitement at seeing you.

“Bammie!” You cheer as you pet behind his ears. “Oh, I’ve missed you, my good boy.” 

He runs around your legs a couple times before scurrying across the hardwood to bring you a bone to throw. You happily oblige him and watch in amusement as he runs away to fetch it before plopping on the couch to gnaw on the toy.

“Come eat, Bams,” Jungkook tells you as he sets two plates on his dining table. 

Following his orders, you leave the comforter over the back of the couch and sit across from him to eat the eggs, pancakes, and bacon he made for you both. You eat in comfortable silence for a while until you’re both nearly done.

“Koo, I’m sorry about last night. Chaewon guessed it and then her big mouth spilled the beans. I know it wasn’t the way we wanted it to happen, but at least it’s over with, right?” 

“It’s alright,” Jungkook responds before gulping down his orange juice. “I’m glad we finally did it and now everyone knows. Plus, it got me thinking about some stuff I hadn’t really thought about yet.”

“Like what?”

“Well, about what Namjoon hyung said,” he explains. “I mean, he makes a really good point. I want our kid to have a normal family life even if we’re just best friends and not romantic partners.”

“What do you think we should do?”

“I think you should move in with me.”

You choke on your orange juice. 

Truthfully, there isn’t anything shocking about his statement, you just weren’t expecting it at that moment. Jungkook has a three bedroom, two and a half bath house which he owns, while you rent a one bedroom apartment. He’s been begging you ever since he bought the property to move into his spare bedroom. The two of you spend almost all your time together anyway and he doesn’t see the point in you wasting money on rent when his house is completely paid off. 

The reason you haven’t accepted his offer before is because you never want to take advantage of his wealth or be a burden on him. Being best friends is one thing, being roommates is another. 

Now, though, you have a biological right to be a burden on him because he stuck a baby in you. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Of course I am,” he replies in a heartbeat. “I thought about it all last night and it only makes sense. I have two extra bedrooms, one for you and one for the baby.” 

“But what about your home office and your gym?”

“I can move my gym equipment to the garage and my desk can easily fit in my bedroom.” You sigh and push your fork around your plate as you contemplate his proposal. “Bams, you’re gonna be the mother of my child, will you just let me take care of you for once?”

As soon as you look into his starry eyes, you know there’s no chance you’ll say no. Jungkook obviously wants to do this because he loves you and wants to make sure you and the baby have everything you need, so who are you to say no?

“Okay,” you agree. “When should I move in?”

THREE

The cardboard box in your hands is slowly slipping from your grasp as you ascend the stairs, but you’re determined to make it to the top before readjusting. You have to reach the landing before Jungkook catches you. If he sees you disobeying his instruction of sitting still, he’ll definitely blow a gasket. 

You don’t know what it is with men and thinking pregnant women can’t do anything themselves. It’s still only the first trimester, and sure, your bump has grown some more, but you aren’t completely useless. 

Honestly, if you weren’t so stubborn, you would’ve taken his offer of moving all the boxes into the house by himself, but your competitive nature has you lugging a box of cat toys up the stairs instead. 

“Bambi! What did I fucking say?”

Dropping the box by your feet only three steps from the top, you blow your hair away from your face and place your hands on your hips.

“Fuck you, Jungkook. I do what I want.”

“You wanna look me in the eyes when you say that?” 

“… No.”

“That’s what I thought.” The sound of his combat boots coming up the stairs is all you hear as he moves to steal the box from your feet. Once it’s secure in his arms, he looks at you like a teacher scolding their student and gestures to the couch with his head. “Go sit down.”

“I’m not incapable, you know?” You say with your arms crossed. 

“I know that, Bams,” Jungkook states. “It’s not about that. I lift more than this in a single workout at the gym. Why should you have to do it when I’m perfectly capable?”

He’s right. You know that, he knows that, so you leave him alone on the steps to sit down on the couch with a huff. 

Bam quickly joins you and lays his head in your lap as he watches his dad move back and forth through the house with curious eyes. Scratching behind his ear, you laugh at the way his tail repeatedly whacks the couch as it wags. 

Usagi is still in her carrier in your new bedroom since you want to make sure everything is moved in before introducing her and Bam. You and Jungkook both agree that if they get in a fight, it’s her little munchkin ass who will be the main aggressor, especially since Bam is scared of his own shadow. 

Once Jungkook’s done moving the last of the boxes, he flops aggressively into the armchair next to the couch. He pats his thigh and Bam instantly leaves your side to jump into his lap instead. Jungkook leans down to kiss his precious pup before letting his head fall back as he tries to catch his breath.

“Perfectly capable, huh?” 

“Shut up.”

“You’re getting old, Koo. Soon you’re gonna be a dad and you’ll have a beer gut —”

“Nuh uh, never gonna happen. I’ll have my abs until the day I die,” he corrects you.

“Please, no you will not. You think you’re gonna be hitting the gym at 80?” You ask as you lean forward in your seat.

“Yes. My love comes from my abs, I can’t lose them,” he states.

The couch cushion indents where your head falls against it as you laugh heartily. 

“What? Your love comes from your abs? What the hell does that even mean?” 

“Everyone I meet loves my abs, so now they’re just like, full of love, and that’s where it comes from,” he explains unironically.

“Everyone? I don’t think that’s true,” you say with a smirk.

“No?” Jungkook gently guides Bam away and struts over to you. “You’re gonna look at me and tell me you don’t love my abs? That if I took my shirt off right now you wouldn’t go all googly-eyed?”

“Fuck, no,” you scoff. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue and then lifts his shirt to engulf you under the fabric. You screech and shove at his waist, kicking your legs haphazardly like you’re being suffocated. 

“Let me out of here!” You scream, but it’s severely muffled by the fabric. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I can’t hear you,” Jungkook teases. “Ow!”

Jungkook immediately frees you and backs away after he feels your teeth sinking into his side. He rubs over the bite mark with a big pout on his face, as if he didn’t start this little charade. 

You mock his expression for a moment before standing to go up the stairs and check on your furry child. Jungkook follows begrudgingly, letting his feet drag along the floor like a petulant child. When you enter your new bedroom, conveniently right beside Jungkook’s, Usagi starts meowing incessantly and scratching at her carrier. You soothe her with some baby speak and check that the door is closed before letting her out. Her little legs immediately bring her to the floor so she can explore the unfamiliar room. 

She meows every couple of seconds whenever she encounters something new and you watch as she headbutts everything in sight as a way of marking the furniture with her scent. Ironically, this is all the same furniture from your old bedroom just in a different space and formation.

Hands wrap around your waist from behind and you sigh at the feeling of Jungkook’s firm chest meeting your back. Obviously, he’s forgiven you for your little retaliatory love bite. 

“I’m really glad you’re here, Bams,” he tells you from where his head rests on your shoulder. 

Your hand reaches behind you to sneak into his hair and scratch at his scalp affectionately. He hums and rests his cheek against your shoulder. You’d argue he picked up the mannerisms from his dog, but he’s always been touchy like this.  

“I’m happy to be here,” you reply. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Those words no longer apply the following day when you’re hunched over Jungkook’s toilet and spilling your guts into the bowl. 

It’s a great unknown why morning sickness is called that when it happens at all hours of the freaking day. You naively believed you snuck past its clutches since you’re already on the brink of your second trimester, but apparently the wonderful symptom was just waiting until you had Jungkook’s big fancy bathroom to throw up in. 

Groaning in agony, you plop back onto the tile and rest your head on the cabinet. Your throat is burning from all the regurgitation, there are popped blood vessels all over your cheeks and forehead, making you look like you have freckles, and salty tears from the effort of repeatedly emptying your stomach are drying on your skin. 

You caress your baby bump with a glare, making a mental note to scold them at least once when they’re older for putting you through this. 

The sound of the front door opening makes your ears twitch. Bam’s heavy footsteps can be heard barreling towards the door and then Jungkook’s voice joins in as he greets his beloved pet. 

“Bambi?”

“In here,” you say through your sore vocal chords. Jungkook’s face appears in the doorway and you whimper as tears fill your eyes again. “I fucking hate you for doing this to me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your current state and he instantly sinks to his knees to pull you into his arms. He holds your head against his chest as you cry from the pain and fatigue of running back and forth to the bathroom all day. Jungkook’s been out running errands all day so you’ve been all alone until now.

“I’m sorry, Bams,” he whispers into your hair. “Wish it was me instead.”

There’s no opportunity for you to reply because the familiar feeling of bile climbing up your throat forces you out of his embrace and back over the toilet. Jungkook grabs your hair, making sure to collect the shorter pieces that cradle your face, and holds it in a makeshift ponytail as he rubs your back. 

Once you’re done, and after the sound of the toilet flushing disperses, you hear soft cries coming from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you see Jungkook wiping his eyes with his shirtsleeve. 

“Koo,” you call out to him. 

He hiccups and attempts a brave face, smiling at you even as tears slip from his waterline.

“Sorry, you know I hate seeing you in pain,” he explains. 

You frown and turn around to grab his cheeks, brushing the remaining tears away from them. It’s true you’re already well aware of his empathetic nature and have been for as long as you’ve known him. 

“I know,” you say with a smile as you push his hair away from his face. “Remember that time I got bullied in middle school and was crying on the playground, and then you started crying because I was?” Jungkook laughs, his eyes closing as he remembers the moment. “I’ll never forget what you said.” You clear your throat so you can give an accurate representation of his voice. “I never suffer myself, Bambi, I only suffer when I see you suffering.” 

Jungkook smiles big and laughs again at your adorable imitation of his deep timbre. 

“You know, if we have a boy, I’m gonna have to tussle with him over this,” he says. “No one hurts my Bams, not even my own kid.”

Your responding chuckle is strained due to how sore your body is. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring Jungkook closer for a tight hug, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt. His palm slowly moves up and down your spine in a steady cadence to soothe you until the next wave of nausea comes. 

The remainder of the day is spent in the bathroom together, which is luckily spacious enough for not only you two, but Usagi and Bam who both come to join you at one point.

The nausea comes in waves, sometimes occurring multiple times back to back or alternatively with a large lapse of time between them. It holds you hostage in the bathroom for a few days, and you have to take PTO when the work week begins, but eventually the symptoms simmer to about once every couple days after your doctor prescribes medication. 

Another lovely symptom you’re experiencing as of late is intense cravings for extremely specific food groups, which is why you’re currently in a screaming match with Jungkook over pickles. 

“I’m not buying you pickles, Bambi,” Jungkook sternly states.

“Jungkook, you’re not the one growing a baby inside of you. If I say I want pickles, I should be getting pickles!” You shout, your feet stomping on the ground reactively. 

“You fucking hate pickles!” Jungkook matches your tone.

“Yes, but pregnancy cravings don’t care about what I like or don’t like, and they’re saying they want pickles!”

“You’re not going to eat them, Bams, I know you!”

“Yes, I will!”

“You really want me to leave the house at three in the morning for a vegetable that you despise?” Jungkook scoffs in outrage. “You won’t even eat a sandwich if a pickle was on the plate because you claim you can still taste it!” 

“That doesn’t matter, Koo!”

Jungkook groans and runs his hands down his face before pushing his hair back. 

“I swear to God, Bambi, if I get back here, and you don’t eat that entire fucking jar, I will kick you out of this goddamn house!” 

“No, you won’t, you love me too much,” you brag and stick your tongue out at him.

“Yeah, unfortunately, I do,” Jungkook admits angrily. He grumbles to himself the entire time he’s putting on his slides and slipping on his jacket to drive to the nearest 24 hour convenience store. His hand is on the doorknob when he turns back to say one final comment. “You know what the worst part about this is? Most guys in my position are at least getting some pussy for putting up with this shit, but not me! No reward! I’m doing this out of pure, unconditional love for you!” 

You gawk at his remark, not recognizing the words coming out of his mouth. Jungkook has never in his life asked for anything in return, let alone imply you owe him a sexual favor.

The door slams shut before you can respond, and a cry breaks from your chest as your head falls forward. Bam hears the noise and comes to comfort you, nudging his head up against your leg like the good boy he is, but barely a minute later, his head jerks when he’s distracted by the sound of the door opening. You don’t even get the chance to look up completely before you’re forced into someone’s arms who smells a lot like Jungkook.

“Bams, I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” Jungkook tells you. 

His apology only makes you cry more, shoving your face into his shirt and soaking it with tears. 

“That was so fucked up, Koo,” you sniffle. 

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he replies. “I didn’t mean it, okay? You don’t owe me anything, Bams, especially not that.” He pulls away from you and lifts your face by your chin. “Please don’t think that I, even for a second, ever expect you to repay me for taking care of you. I do it because I love you and that’s the only reward I need.” 

Wiping your tears with your shirtsleeve, you slap his chest a couple times for good measure. He chuckles because of how lightly you smack him.

“You’re forgiven,” you grumble. “Now, can you please go get me these fuckass pickles?”

Jungkook smiles and nods his head, his hand on your chin moving to caress your hair for a moment. 

“I’ll buy you pickles everyday for the rest of your life if that’s what you want, Bambi,” he states. 

“It isn’t. I fucking hate pickles,” you say with a smile. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your hair before waving goodbye and heading to the store. When he returns twenty minutes later, he’s carrying a couple bags of miscellaneous groceries as well as a jar of pickles. 

You wait patiently for him to place the bags in the kitchen before he hands the open jar to you. The smell alone eases the craving that’s been eating away at your stomach for hours now. Grabbing one of the skewers, you pull it out of the juice and take a small bite off the end. 

Instantly, your brain screams at you in disgust, and you open your mouth again to spit the piece into your hand. Realizing you now have to face Jungkook so he can say I told you so, your eyes screw shut and you turn towards him. Except, when you open your eyes, he isn’t beside you anymore, he’s walking back from the kitchen with your favorite flavor of chips in hand.

“Got these just in case,” he tells you as he swaps out the jar in your hand for the bag. 

You grimace, guilt pooling in your stomach when you realize his trip out into the night was for naught. 

“Koo…”

“It’s alright, Bambi. The fact that I was right makes this all worth it,” he says with a sly grin. 

The chips taste like salty pieces of heaven and you eat the entire bag that night. You keep the jar of pickles for occasional sniffing because, for whatever reason, your brain loves the smell even though it hates the taste. This pregnancy is already messing with your brain chemistry more than you care to admit and it’s only the beginning. 

As the weeks go on, your pregnancy continues to mess with you in the form of a different, but equally as strong, craving. 

It initially hits you while you’re putting together Usagi’s new cat tower in the living room. Thankfully, she and Bam get along just fine. In fact, she’s currently lying on him while they nap together on the other side of the room. 

The instructions for this contraption are annoyingly hard to understand and you’re holding the instructional pamphlet up in the air as you attempt to make out what size screw you need in the stupidly small font it’s written in. 

The sound of the door opening catches your attention. As you lower the paper to see the familiar figure entering the room, your mouth suddenly dries up. 

Jungkook’s coming back from his home gym which is now in the garage and the tips of his hair are drenched in sweat. His chest is rising and falling in deep pants from the intensity of his workout and the black shirt he’s wearing sticks to his chest, perfectly outlining his pecs. Then, much to your agony, he takes the bottom of his shirt and wipes it across his forehead, giving you a perfect view of his abs. 

The feeling that shoots straight into your core is absolutely foreign. Sure, you know Jungkook is hot, that’s a fact of the universe no one is trying to deny. But you’ve seen him shirtless before, hell, you’ve seen him entirely naked. The bump protruding from your womb tells you that much, and yet you’ve never felt turned on by him doing something so mundane.

It makes you question why your body, and more particularly your pussy, is suddenly insatiable and the sight of him is making drool drip from your mouth where it’s fallen open in awe of his physique. 

Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice your change in demeanor as he waves hello before heading upstairs to shower. Once he’s gone, your body releases its tension and you sigh in relief. Although, the feeling doesn’t entirely go away, and you end up spending the rest of the evening uncomfortably horny. 

That very night you take matters into your own hands, literally. You haven’t masturbated since getting pregnant, not for any particular reason other than just not feeling the urge, but now the urge has you in a chokehold and you need to fix it. 

Closing your eyes and slinking comfortably into your sheets, you pull your shorts and panties off in one go before trailing your hand down to your core. You’re still wet from earlier, no doubt because you saw Jungkook in all his post workout glory. The image of him wiping the sweat from his brow with his shirt is still on your mind when your fingers dip between your folds. 

A quiet moan escapes as you move your leaking essence around with your fingertips. It’s been more than three months since you’ve felt any sort of sexual pleasure, the night you spent with Jungkook being the last time. 

Your eyes roll as you play with yourself by switching between pushing your fingers into your cunt and circling your clit. The squelching sound helps to turn you on, but the entire time all you can think is that it isn’t enough. It barely scratches the surface of your sexual need and is a sorry excuse for pleasure after what you Jungkook made you feel. 

Huffing in frustration, you shut your eyes again and try to forget about the world around you, but it’s only when you think back to earlier today that your pleasure spikes and you moan again. 

Realizing what the trick is, you begrudgingly let your imagination, or more so your memory, run rampant. You think back to that night and the way Jungkook’s lips felt against yours, and the way his cock penetrated you so deep you were seeing stars. The memory of his deep voice in your ear makes you moan exuberantly. Your hand falls into a quick rhythm as all the memories come flooding back. Everything about that night sends you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His weight above you, the heat of his skin, his taste, his moans and grunts, the way he fills you up. All of it forces you to bite down on your fist and cry when your orgasm overwhelms you.

The aftershocks of your pleasure have you panting as you come down from the high. You feel immense relief now that your desire is satiated after a long day of feeling your thighs twitch. Pulling your hand away, you stand to wash your hands so you can finally get some rest. 

Hopefully, this symptom will eventually disappear like the others and you won’t be riddled with sexual cravings through the entirety of your pregnancy. 

The next morning you’re pouring yourself a cup of tea to drink before heading to work. Jungkook comes skipping down the stairs in his business casual attire, his sleeves partially rolled up to reveal his tattoos. You wave to him and push the cup of coffee you poured for him across the counter.

“Thanks, Bams,” he says with a squeeze to your arm. 

This is the normal, everyday occurrence for you now, and it’s nice having a routine that works for you both. You didn’t realize how easy living together would be and you’re glad it’s finally happening. Besides the times your pregnancy has turned into a sick, desperate, crazy person, it’s been business as usual for you two even with the adjustment of being roommates. 

“You gonna be home for dinner?” You ask him as he takes a sip of the drink. His brow creases and he looks adorably angry, letting you know you made it just right. 

“Yeah, the deadline for the newest patch was last week so I shouldn’t be staying late,” he answers. 

“I’m making your favorite, your mom sent me the recipe last week,” you tell him.

“No shit,” he says, eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs. You nod in confirmation and he enthusiastically claps his hands. There’s a brief lull in the conversation, but then Jungkook seemingly remembers something and grabs your attention. “Actually, there's something I was gonna talk to you about.”

“What’s up?” Leaning over the counter, you take a sip and wait for him to speak.

“Well, I may or may not have heard you last night and —”

The sound of you choking and spitting out your tea interrupts him. 

“Excuse me?”

“I heard you, ya know, having a little fun all by your lonesome last night.” You stare at him incredulously across the island. “Surprise, surprise, the wall between our rooms isn’t that thick.” 

“Koo, why are you bringing this up?” You ask. “I mean, thanks for letting me know, I guess?”

“No, no,” he chuckles. “I’m not saying it to embarrass you or anything, Bambi.” He mirrors your stance so your faces are only a few inches apart. “I was just going to offer my services in case you need something more than your own hand.”

“Huh?”

“It’s just, I mean, I’m only a room away, and I know your hormones are probably going awol and making you needy and shit. So, if you ever want to, the option is there.”

“Koo, that’s very sweet of you, but I’m not gonna use you like that.”

“Oh, yeah, because having sex with you is such a chore. Worst night of my fucking life!” You laugh and slap his arm playfully. He stands to his full height with a wink. “Just think about it, alright?”

You do think about it. Unfortunately, it’s all you can think about. It already freaked you out enough when you couldn’t get yourself off without thinking of him, and now your body is mentally somersaulting in celebration because of his offer. 

It’s definitely not romantic feelings swirling inside you, because just as you told your friends, you don’t feel butterflies with Jungkook, but it’d be both impractical and impossible to deny you have sexual feelings for him. Whether it’s from pregnancy hormones or something else entirely, you clearly want him something awful. Greed they talked about in the bible type shit. 

The only thing you don’t want is for him to fuck you because he’s trying to help you out. If you’re going to hook up again, you want him to want you in the same way. 

Despite the mental turmoil it initially puts you through, time goes on without either of you bringing up his little offer. Your body still messes with you by making you horny at all hours of the day, but you usually just satisfy yourself before bed and all is good. 

Tonight is different. No matter how hard you try you can’t bring yourself to come. Your fingers are pruny from how long you’ve been playing with yourself, but nothing is working. It’s nearly two in the morning, and although it’s a weekend, you still want some sleep. 

Grunting and kicking your blankets away, you cross your arms over your chest and pout in the darkness of your room. The quiet atmosphere of the house is helpful for lulling you to sleep, but your thighs are twitching with need and you know you’ll be restless if you don’t fix it before going to bed. You sigh and sit on the edge of your bed, chewing your lip as you debate if you’re really about to do what you’re thinking of doing. Before you can overthink it any further, you stand up and throw your door open. 

Usagi makes a noise of confusion from her bed in the corner of your room, so you whisper to her you’ll be right back and shut the door. 

It takes you a minimum of five minutes to gather the courage to knock on Jungkook’s door. He was working late tonight on a new project and went to bed early to catch up on his sleep. Guilt pools in your stomach at the thought of waking him up for such a selfish reason, but you know he’ll scold you if he finds out you needed him without telling him as such.

The sound of your hand against the wood feels extra loud in the stark silence of the house, and it only takes a couple seconds for Jungkook to softly call for you from inside the room. 

You twist the door knob and peek your head inside. Jungkook only has one eye open, and he’s fluffing his messy hair in confusion when you enter his room. 

“Bambi? Is everything okay?” He asks sleepily. 

“Mmhmm,” you say as you chew on your lip. “I, um…”

The embarrassment stirring within you is almost enough to bring your morning sickness back with a vengeance. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I… need you,” you whisper. 

Jungkook sits up, his other eye finally opening, although they’re still half-lidded with sleep. 

“Need me how, Bams? Are you alright?”

“Like… sexually,” you finally answer.

His eyes open a little wider at your response, but soon enough his expression softens and he smiles. 

“C’mere,” he whispers, his hand gesturing for you to join him. 

You tentatively place one foot in front of the other until you reach the edge of his mattress and climb in. He holds his hand out for you and once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist to help you straddle his thighs. 

As soon as you feel him beneath you with his chest pressing against your own, the tension in your body disintegrates and your forehead falls to his shoulder. Jungkook reacts instinctively, one hand scratching your scalp and the other rubbing your back while you whimper because of the comforting sensations.

“Tell me what you need, babygirl.”

“I don’t know. Nothing’s working and I… I just need relief,” you explain. 

“Okay, do you want my hands or my mouth?” 

You shake your head.

“You, Koo. Want you.”

Jungkook hums and combs his fingers through your hair, the hand on your back rising to cradle your face instead.

“You’ve got me, Bambi. I’ll give you anything you want.” You feel him mouthing at your jaw and breathe a sigh of relief. “Every part of me,” he whispers ardently.

After a prolonged moment of gentle neck kisses, Jungkook takes your hips in his hands to lift you and pull your bottoms down before moving his own pants out of the way. You hear the sound of him pumping his cock to get himself hard, but you’re too busy returning his earlier favor by caressing his neck with your lips to witness the motion yourself.

The firm touch of his hand on your lower back guides you into the right position atop his lap. You sink down slowly, with Jungkook holding you steady as he fills you inch by delicious inch. The wetness from your previous attempts at self pleasure allows him to slide into you with ease. 

You unabashedly moan over the feeling of having his thick cock inside you again. It’s warm and throbbing within your walls and you find yourself appreciatively kissing the bare skin of his shoulder. He feels like pure heaven and it’s worrisome how desperately you wish you could stay like this forever. 

“Koo, you feel so good,” you moan into his ear.

While you begin kissing his neck again, Jungkook starts bouncing you up and down on his cock via his hold on your hips. The euphoric feeling created by the action must be mutual, because a pair of vibrant moans and the clapping of your skin is the only sound in the room. His noises are deeper than normal since he’s still fresh from slumber and the low tone makes your head spin. 

When you eventually take over and pick up the tempo, one of his hands leaves your hip to thread into your hair. 

“Missed this, Bams,” he tells you sincerely. “You feel fucking perfect around me.”

Jungkook brings your face closer so he can kiss you. He’s gentle with his affection, his lips moving at a snail’s pace to savor the feeling of kissing you once again. He traces your bottom lip with his tongue and you whine when he pushes it past the border of your lips and into your open mouth.

As you continue to shamelessly make out, your arms capture his neck to pull him in until your chests meet.

“So tight… feels fucking amazing.”

“Mm, it’s just for you. Pussy’s all yours, Koo.”

Jungkook aggressively groans and kisses you with a new wave of passion. His fingers reactively dig into your scalp while you whine and your thighs work overtime to fuck his cock into you again and again. The dual sensation of his kiss and his dick splitting you apart rattles your brain until all you can focus on are your movements. 

When he notices your pace stuttering from your impending climax, he steals control again, wrapping both arms around your waist to steady you while he thrusts into you from below. You gasp and bite into the skin of his shoulder as he fucks you with everything he has. 

It’s no surprise your orgasm approaches faster than usual, since you were already worked up from your previous ministrations. You welcome the familiar feeling of your abdomen and thighs tightening as Jungkook continues pistoning into you, kissing him again when you feel yourself tipping over the precipice. Running your fingers through his hair and tugging on the black strands, you pull a grunt from his lips that only serves to further your pursuit. 

“M’close,” you breathe into his mouth. 

“Come for me, Bams,” he replies without missing a beat.

The tip of his cock only meets your g-spot a couple more times before you come with a throaty moan, your head tipping back as Jungkook continues to fuck you through your high. His hips slow to a stop as your body relaxes and breathing levels out, so you question him with a glance. 

“What are you doing?”

“You came, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t.”

“I’m not the one with pregnancy hormones,” he chuckles.

Your hands move from his hair to caress his jaw.

“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him. “This is a two way street, Koo. You’re not a sex toy, I didn’t come in here just for me.”

Jungkook smiles sweet as pie and kisses the tip of your nose. 

“I know, Bambi,” he says. “But honestly, I think we should both get some sleep. Why don’t you stay in here with me and we can pick this up again in the morning?”

You frown, but begrudgingly agree when you notice how tired Jungkook looks. 

After pulling out, Jungkook readjusts your bottoms back to your hips before tucking himself into his pants. He cuddles into his sheets with one arm resting against the pillow next to him. Gesturing with his head towards his outstretched limb, you happily take the hint and lay your head on his tatted bicep. 

Cuddling with Jungkook is foreign, but the man himself is so familiar that it’s not awkward despite it being the first time. Jungkook wraps his other arm around your waist to bring you into his chest, and it’s shocking just how wonderful it feels to be entirely encapsulated by him. You hum appreciatively as comfort seeps into your very bones and makes a home in your nervous system. Without thinking, you start tracing over his collarbones with your fingertips and he kisses your cheek and temple. 

You both fall asleep with ease, your quiet breaths tangling together in the limited space between your faces. 

When you wake up, Jungkook is behind you, but his arm is still draped across your waist and your head remains comfortably on his bicep. You smile without realizing and cuddle deeper into his embrace, lacing your fingers with the ones resting on your stomach. 

Your view upon looking down is just your intertwined hands above your small baby bump and your smile grows exponentially, your heart squeezing in your chest at the sight of all three of you together this way. 

The sentimental moment is brief, because soon enough you recognize the feeling of Jungkook’s dick pressing against your ass and desire begins banging on your door and demanding you let it in. As any good human in your position should, you nonchalantly wiggle your ass and snicker to yourself when you feel his cock stiffening. The sound of Jungkook languidly groaning behind you lights a fire inside your stomach that blazes down to your thighs. 

His hand squeezes yours and you feel him nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Morning,” he murmurs in your ear.

“Morning wood, more like it,” you reply.

Jungkook chuckles warmly in your ear and it spreads goosebumps across your skin like wildfire. He releases your hand to grab your hip instead, pulling you into him so you can feel exactly how hard he is. Your exhale becomes a moan when he ruts against your ass and his hand leaves your hip to reach your folds. 

The second his fingers slip beneath your panties and touch your warm cunt, your mind goes to static.

“Shit, Bams, you’re fucking soaked,” he notes.

“I’ve been wet for the past two weeks straight,” you admit.

“You should’ve told me,” Jungkook says as he licks and nibbles on your earlobe. “Would’ve taken care of you.”

You whine when he starts sucking on your neck just as two of his fingers sink into your cunt. 

“Yeah,” you moan. “I’m understanding how grave a mistake that was now.” 

He laughs again before returning to his previous endeavor of kissing and licking your throat. His fingers move in and out of you lackadaisically, slowly stretching your hole open as he curls the digits against your front wall to reach that perfect spongy spot. You find yourself gripping his forearm to keep yourself steady as the pleasure threatens to pull you under its waves. 

Once Jungkook deems you wet enough, he removes his fingers from your pussy and brings them to your mouth for you to lick clean. As you work your tongue around and between his two middle fingers you hear the rustling of pants behind you. Even though the last time was mere hours ago, your heart is already racing at the thought of him stuffing you full again. 

Jungkook runs his dick through your folds and presses the tip against your leaking hole, making your essence coat his head with a pretty sheen. You moan reactively, your head meeting his shoulder while his cock stretches your velvet walls. 

The fingers previously between your lips dig into the flesh of your waist as he starts rocking into you from behind. He’s doing all the work, simultaneously pulling your hips back while he thrusts into your cunt mercilessly. You’re thankful for his diligence, because your mind is going haywire from the feeling of him throbbing inside you and the veins of his cock rubbing along your walls. It’d be impossible for you to assist him with anything in this state. 

He’s still worshipping your neck with his mouth while fucking you like an animal and the contradicting feeling forces your eyes into your skull.

“You’re so fucking tight, Bams. So wet… you’re making me fucking crazy.” His warm breath on your neck makes you keen. 

“More, Koo, I need more of you,” you reply.

Jungkook hears you loud and clear. He holds your waist with both arms to keep you snug against him so he can thrust into you with more force, his pace speeding up in conjecture with the extra effort. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp. “Jungkook.”

“Yeah? This what you wanted?”

“Fuck, yes, you’re so fucking big, Koo,” you whine.

He relentlessly fucks into your cunt, rolling his hips against your ass and sending his cock straight to your g-spot. Your nails make crescent moons on his arm where you’re still holding on for dear life. The other hand stretches before you to clutch the sheets like a vice for fear you’ll lose your mind if you don’t have something in your grasp. 

The melody of your moans and his grunts are downright pornographic and serves as filthy music to your ears. There’s nothing you want more than for him to continue fucking you, and if you could keep him buried in your cunt for all eternity, you would gladly do so. 

“You close?” He asks as he bites your ear. 

“Yes.”

“Good, gonna make a mess of you, Bambi.”

The erotic combination of words, tickling breaths, his firm chest behind you, and the massive cock spreading your pussy apart have you going institutionally insane. Somehow, he manages to gain more speed as your orgasms near and the imminent release makes you scream. It’s barely a second later that you’re coming with a pathetic cry of his name. He follows immediately, his cum marking your walls as his own while he repeatedly fucks his seed into you. 

His hips never cease their movement even once your highs wane, he just continues rolling into your cunt while his cock softens inside of you. You whimper from the oversensitivity, but even the uncomfortable pressure doesn’t make you stop him. The feeling of having him within you is too addicting to let it end just yet. 

Eventually, he stops lazily fucking you, but even then he still doesn’t pull out. You hold the position until sleep brings you both back into its embrace, Jungkook’s arms securely around you while the dripping mixture of your essences pools on the bed below.

-> The Second Trimester

At the present moment, his tongue is curling inside you to drink every last drop of essence leaking from your pussy while you struggle to breathe on the kitchen counter.

It’s only eight in the morning and you’re certain your day has already reached its peak. It’s unfathomable to believe anything you experience within the next twenty four hours will be better than the feeling of him eating you out as if you’re his favorite meal. 

Jungkook moans into your cunt as he swallows your juices before moving upwards to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue. It’s brutal how little friction he gives you while circling the spot you need him most.

He eventually sucks the nerve endings into his mouth and hums to force a shuddering moan out of you. His fingertips already have a bruising hold on your thighs and when you reactively tug at his hair, the pressure on his scalp makes him grip you tighter and shove his face deeper into your pussy. 

“Taste so fucking good,” he grunts between licks. “Never wanna fucking stop.” 

You whine and buck your hips at his praises, causing his nose to catch on your sensitive clit. Jungkook realizes the effect his button nose has on you when you enthusiastically moan and he begins moving his head of his own accord to keep the friction there. The combination of that along with his inhuman tongue makes your head spin like a carousel on the fritz. 

“Koo, I’m gonna come,” you warn him breathlessly.

An affirmative growl comes from Jungkook as he moves away to spit on your hole and fuck his saliva into you. You gasp while yanking on his hair hard enough for him to grunt against your folds as he methodically moves his tongue in and out of your cunt.

He’s borderline ravenous when he changes tactics and repeatedly flattens his tongue over your clit to force you into a climax. It works wonders, and soon enough you’re screaming and falling back onto the counter as you come in his mouth. 

Like the demon he clearly is, Jungkook doesn't cease his behavior even as he hears you softly crying above him from overstimulation. He just continues to abuse your pearl with his mouth, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin as tears roll down the sides of your face and you whimper a sound reminiscent of his name. His wet muscle eventually gives your clit a reprieve to lap up your cum instead, making your hand weakly clutch onto the strands of hair still in their grasp.

“You're fucking delicious, Bambi,” Jungkook whispers on your wet skin. “God fucking damn.”

“Jungkook.”

“One more, please.”

Jungkook is begging you even though he's the one in control, and you both know damn well you're not going to stop him.

He makes out with your cunt like a highschooler at prom, as if his parents are going to catch him any moment and he has to do everything he can before they do. Your pussy is weeping essence into his mouth and you wish you had to strength to lift your head and watch him work.

Your second orgasm ramps up at the speed of light, riding the coattails of your first and making your legs convulse and clamp around Jungkook's head. The man below you doesn't care in the slightest. In fact, it sounds like he enjoys the suffocation when he endlessly moans into your folds.

Jungkook slows down dramatically post orgasm number two, gently slurping the cum along your slit until you finally push him away due to oversensitivity. He pathetically whines over the loss of contact and it’s so fucking sexy your desire nearly returns with a vengeance. 

Allowing your soul to slowly return to your body, you keep your eyes closed and inhale as deeply as possible. The feeling of Jungkook over you makes you open them, and it’s just in time to see him leaning down to kiss you. You clutch his jaw as you return his kiss and happily allow him to push his tongue into your mouth to taste yourself. 

He helps you upright, holding your lower back and bringing you into his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder while you continue to settle from the high.

“You alright?”

“Mmhmm,” you assure him. 

You feel his lips on your cheek before his presence moves away from you. Hoping off the counter, you take a large swig of the orange juice still on the table from breakfast. 

“I gotta get going, Bams,” Jungkook tells you as he runs his hands through his hair to make it presentable again. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

You briefly hug him goodbye and hand him his phone from the counter. He thanks you with a succinct bow before heading towards the door while Bam follows him eagerly, hoping to join his dad on his adventure. Jungkook bends down and gives him a quick head pat, and repeats the gesture for Usagi who’s asleep on the couch. 

He leaves with a final wave that you happily return as his figure disappears from your field of vision and the door shuts with a soft click. 

Throwing your head back with a groan knowing you need to leave for work, too, you pour yourself some tea and collect your bag by the door. Today should be easier since your insatiable hormones are quelled, but you’re also going to spend the entire day thinking about Jungkook’s mouth on you. 

You’ve been repeatedly hooking up since the night you joined him in bed, but there hasn’t been a single conversation between you about it. 

To be fair, it only occurs if you initiate something or if Jungkook can tell you need sexual relief via your antsy behavior and the drool which collects on your chin when you so much as glance at him. He also never allows you to pleasure him in return, which means he only gets to come if it’s during intercourse and always after he’s successfully gotten you off first.

It isn’t what you want for your relationship. You despise him sending you deep into the throes of pleasure without being able to return the favor, but the whole point of you hooking up is to assist with your pregnancy-induced sex drive. 

You don’t want things to stay the way they are. 

A couple nights ago after he practically fucked you through his mattress, you unilaterally made the decision to become actual friends with benefits rather than whatever you are now. Singular, friend with benefits? 

You’re planning to cook his favorite dishes tonight to celebrate his latest accomplishment at work and present the idea over dinner. You know it doesn’t need to be some grand announcement or proclamation, but it kills two birds with one stone. 

Work serves as nothing more than a distraction from the ever growing to-do list in your head as you dutifully prepare for motherhood. The pregnancy is still under wraps at the office since your bump is concealable and you don’t feel close enough to anyone to share the news. Your belly is definitely bigger, especially upon entering your second trimester, but not enough for strangers or acquaintances like coworkers to notice. Only someone close to you would be able to clock the difference between this and your usual weight. 

When you’re home free from your corporate imprisonment, both Usagi and Bammie enthusiastically greet you at the door with meows and strong tail wags. You spend a solid ten minutes giving them all the love and affection they deserve before heading to the kitchen to start dinner. 

Jungkook is an aggravatingly better cook than you, and he sometimes cooks dinner, but he always makes breakfast and lunch on the weekends, and since you normally get home before him on the weekdays, dinner is your forte. 

While video calling your mothers as you cook, you update them on minor details like your morning sickness finally passing and how your cravings are only getting worse. 

Three nights ago Jungkook made you a ham and peanut butter sandwich upon request. The poor thing gagged the entire time as he smeared peanut butter on top of the cold lunch meat. 

They question whether or not your relationship status has changed nearly every time you communicate. Unfortunately, the eager women got their hopes up when you moved in and the pair of frowns which appear every time you answer in the negative are beginning to eat you up inside.

You always feel guilty because although your relationship hasn’t changed, you’re actively sleeping together. So, it tastes like a lie when you swear up and down you’re still just friends. You can’t speak openly to them about it because they wouldn’t understand how having sex changes nothing between you. Aside from the first time, you never sleep in the same bed or cuddle, and you don’t kiss outside of bedroom activities, either. 

Alternatively, your friends are aware, and not a single one of them is surprised. Jimin said, quote, “You’re pregnant, you’re living together, and now you’re sleeping together. Fork found in kitchen.”

Jungkook comes home with impeccable timing, just as you’re plating the food and turning off the stove. His face lights up upon recognition of the familiar scents wafting through the air and your feet end up a couple inches off the ground before you even register it. You screech and brace yourself on his shoulders as he scoops you into his arms and spins you in a semi circle.

“Koo!” You scold him, despite secretly adoring it.

“Ah, I love you so much, Bambi,” he ignores your faux indignation. 

“It's the least I could do.” He sets you down and you ruffle his styled hair as he giggles. “You work so hard, Koo. You deserve it.”

He smiles bashfully and steals the plates from the counter before you have the chance to bring them to the dining table yourself.

Between recapping your respective workdays and discussing upcoming plans, you eat alongside Jungkook’s happy food noises and his endless compliments of your cooking skills. You fail to broach the topic of becoming friends with benefits and instead wait until you’re across from one another on the couch. 

The pair of you are sitting side by side horizontally so Jungkook can massage your feet, a routine he gladly partakes in due to them giving you immense grief from how swollen they are.

They’re not the only body part swelling exponentially, either. Per expectations, your literal mommy milkers have transformed you into a living, breathing anime character. Not only are they bigger, but they’re sore and oversensitive most days. Jungkook has repeatedly offered to add boob massages to his daily routine alongside the foot rubs, but you’re fairly certain that deal is more beneficial for him than you.

Humming gratefully as Jungkook digs his palm into your heel, you look up from your phone to begin the conversation you’re eager to have with him. He notices your attention shift and looks over at you expectantly.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” you state. He nods his head to show he’s listening, “I think we should be friends with benefits, like, officially.”

“Is that not what we are now?”

“No,” you respond. “You don’t get anything out of the current arrangement.”

“I can assure you, Bams, I get something out of it,” he argues. 

“Sure, but I don’t want it to feel like you’re doing me a favor,” you explain. “I want it to be equal and for you to be able to fuck me whenever you want and not just whenever I want.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lip quirks up.

“Bambi, if you let me fuck you whenever I want you’re never leaving the goddamn bedroom.”

“Koo.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I hear you,” he says. “I think that’s a great idea. Happy to enter into an official friends with benefits arrangement with you.”

You clap excitedly at his approval and Jungkook chuckles before removing your legs from his lap. 

“I actually have something for you, too,” he tells you.

Jungkook stands and your eyes track his movement towards the dresser against the wall. He pulls out a small, recognizable, turquoise bag from one of the drawers and your eyebrows dramatically shoot up your forehead.

“So, do you remember when we talked about why you were upset at your first gyno appointment?” 

You nod at him, still thoroughly confused what that has to do with the gift in his hands.

A few weeks ago, Jungkook asked why you had such a sour expression in the waiting room that day and you explained the jealousy and imposter syndrome you felt in comparison to all the pregnant wives with their pretty wedding rings. Honestly, you never thought about it again after that conversation. 

“Jungkook, what’s in that bag?” 

He scratches his nape with a hesitant smile, a faint pink dusting his cheeks as he hands the bag over. You stare him down momentarily before slowly opening the gift. Once the tissue paper is gone, you see a velvet box nestled at the bottom of the bag. Biting your lip in anticipation, you reach in to pull it out before opening it to reveal what’s inside.

“Holy fuck, Koo!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not proposing!”

The most gorgeous ring you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on sits between the cream fabric of the jewelry box. It’s got an oval shaped diamond in the middle, with smaller accent stones on the band made up of aquamarine and sapphire gemstones. 

“Jungkook,” you look up at him with tears threatening your waterline. 

His smile is undeniably charming as he approaches and sits beside you, wrapping his hands around yours which are still holding the jewelry box open.

“This isn’t supposed to be some pity gift or to make you blend in with all the other pregnant women around. I just thought that, you know, those spouses gave them a ring because they love each other and they want to spend their lives together. And well, I love you more than anything, and it’s already a given we’ll be together for the rest of our lives, even before the baby. So, why shouldn’t I give you a ring, too?” The tears break past their barrier and Jungkook reaches out to shoo them away. “I figured since the baby’s due date is in April there’s a good chance their birthstone will be a diamond, and then I added the aquamarine for your birthday and the sapphire for mine. If for some reason the baby is born in a different month, I can always get you another one with their actual gemstone.”

“Koo… I don’t know what to say,” you cry.

“You don’t have to say anything, Bams,” he assures you. “Can I put it on you?”

Upon your approval, Jungkook removes the ring from the jewelry box and delicately slides it onto your finger. Once it’s snug against your knuckle, he presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

Your body moves without notifying your brain first, shoving the gift wrapping away from your lap and tugging Jungkook by his shirt until his lips crash into yours. The action produces a noise of surprise, but it only takes him a second to recover before he’s clutching your waist and pulling you into the seat of his lap.

You kiss him feverishly, tilting your head to gain more purchase over his mouth and force his lips apart. His fingertips dig into your sides as he responds in kind, kissing you with fervor and tracing your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. A hand sinks into your hair and pulls your face down harder against his, making you hum amorously while your tongues dance together in the confines of your mouth.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed outside a sexual encounter, but you’re too busy devouring each other to worry about what that means.

Jungkook can’t seem to get enough, repeatedly pecking your lips even as you’re pulling away. You giggle at his attempts of chasing after your mouth, but soon enough he succeeds in getting you to kiss him again.

“Will you always kiss me like that if I buy you stuff?” He muses.

“Probably, yeah,” you respond.

“Then don’t be mad when I turn you into my sugar baby.”

Your forehead meets his when you laugh and he smiles at the sound.

It’s not certain why you kissed him rather than thanking him like normal friends do, but whether it’s gratitude or hormones or a secret third thing, you don’t care. The only thing that matters is the man in front of you and how much you utterly adore him.

“I love you so much, Jungkook. I’m so, so lucky to know you. You’re the most amazing person, man, friend, baby daddy, I don’t even know what else. I swear, you’re nothing short of a gift to this earth,” you tell him earnestly. 

He pulls you closer for another kiss rather than replying right away. 

“I’d do anything to make you happy, Bambi. I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

“You should look in the mirror then.”

Jungkook smirks, his head tilting with pride over his flirtatious remark. You smack his arm playfully before pulling him in for a hug, inhaling his scent while you bury your face in his neck.

The next time you visit your childhood home, you hide your left hand and spend at least five minutes explaining that it’s not what they think, so there’s no reason to freak out. Even after your extensive lecture, both your moms jump around as though they won the lottery when you finally reveal your hand to them.

That weekend you show it off to your friends when wine night rolls around again. It’s at Jihyo’s house this time, which is always the best because she has a hot tub. The girls unanimously decide to drink virgin mocktails tonight in solidarity with you and you all find recipes online and spend the first half of the evening concocting and tasting the drinks. 

Once the experimenting is over with, you change into your swimsuits for a dip in the jacuzzi. The girls squeal in delight when they see you in your black bikini with your small bump showing.

Nayeon is infectiously smiling and she places her palm on your abdomen after asking permission.

“I can’t believe your baby’s in here, I could cry!” She says.

“You sound like Jungkook,” you state. “He’s constantly caressing my baby bump so he can say hi to his little sweet potato.”

“Sweet potato?”

“That’s how big they are.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man more ready to be a dad than JK,” Jihyo says.

“No, definitely not. He’s so obsessed,” you concur.

“No shit. He made that plenty clear when he put a freaking ring on your finger,” Tzuyu says as she holds your left hand to admire the ring again.

“Also, can we take a minute to admire how hot you look in this? I mean, look at your tits, babe!” Mina says.

“Isn’t it insane? It’s like I walked out of a freaking hentai,” you reply. 

“And that, is reason number two why you have a ring,” Tzuyu notes. 

Rolling your eyes with a laugh, the five of you travel with drinks in hand to sink into the hot tub and begin your standard routine of catching up. All the girls are doing well, even Mina, who’s slowly getting back on her feet after the break up. When it’s your turn, you mentally prepare yourself for the slew of inquiries you already know are incoming.

“Okay, so explain this to me,” Jihyo starts. “You’re pregnant with his kid, you live in his house, you’re sleeping together, he gave you a diamond ring and told you it’s because he loves you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and yet you’re still just friends.”

“Don’t forget they made out afterwards,” Mina notes.

“Oh yeah, and then you made out afterwards!”

“We didn’t make out. We just kissed… a couple times,” you defend.

“Bitch!”

“Listen, I get it, alright? I know it seems bizarre from the outside, and honestly, it’s a little bizarre from the inside, too, but I don’t know, it just works.” You sigh and put your drink down. “I know that our friendship has all the aspects of an actual relationship, but it's like I've said before, I don't want to hold his hand, cuddle him, or go on dates. Maybe that's naive of me, but the things I felt in my past relationships, I don’t feel with Jungkook.”

“Maybe because you feel more?” Nayeon responds. “You've known each other all your lives, it only makes sense you don't feel all that early relationship giddiness. What would be the point of going on a date when you know him better than you know yourself?” 

“Have you asked Jungkook how he feels?” Mina asks.

You shake your head.

“We don’t really need to talk about stuff like that,” you state. 

“Don’t need to? Or don’t want to?” Tzuyu questions.

“What’s gonna happen when you want to date other people once the baby is born? Are you just gonna tell your partner you live with your best friend/baby daddy and when they’re ready, they can move in, too?” Jihyo asks.

“I honestly haven’t thought about that,” you admit.

“Yeah, because you already know deep down you’re never going to want anyone but him,” Nayeon tells you. 

You grab your drink again and take a sip while their comments permeate your mind. 

“You guys are probably right, I can admit that,” you say. “But right now, I have so many more important things to think about than romance. Jungkook and I are happy and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Just don’t put it so far in the back of your mind that you forget about it, okay? Especially because Jungkook might have it at the front of his mind, and I know you would never want to hurt him,” Jihyo responds.

Nodding as you absorb her advice, you offer her a grateful smile before sipping from your glass again. 

When you arrive home afterwards, Jungkook is playing a video game on the couch, Bam lying comfortably on his left and Usagi curled up on the right. It brings a smile to your face as you remove your jacket and hang your keys on the hook by the door. Jungkook merely waves as you enter so he can focus on whatever final boss he’s fighting. Taking a seat in the armchair beside him, you curl your knees to your chest and rest your head in your hand. 

“How was it?” He asks without looking away from the screen.

“It was really nice. I took a picture for you,” you tell him.

“A picture?”

“Yeah, the girls said I looked hot in my bikini and that you would be upset if you didn’t get to see it,” you explain.

“Well, they would be very correct.”

You admire him for a moment, chuckling when his tongue presses on the inside of his cheek as he focuses on his endeavor. 

The conversation earlier tonight rustles around uncomfortably in your mind and eventually eats away at your resolve. There’s truly nothing you fear more than unintentionally hurting Jungkook, and if he does want more, you’ll give him your heart without hesitation, regardless of your own feelings. His happiness is the most important thing in the world to you.

“Koo?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you happy?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows pinch together, and he’s quick to pause his game and put the controller down so he can give you his full attention.

“What do you mean?”

You chew on your lip as you struggle to properly vocalize your feelings.

“Are you happy with our relationship, with what we are to each other?” You ask nervously. 

Jungkook looks at you curiously and with slight concern coloring his features due to your line of questioning.

“Yeah, I am,” he answers. “I don’t know what the future has in store for us, and it would be a lie to say I’m not curious, but I’ve never been happier in my life, Bambi. Why do you ask?”

“We were talking about it tonight and I just… I don’t know. It seems obvious, doesn’t it? We should be a couple by anyone else’s standards, but my brain just doesn’t see it that way,” you explain.

Jungkook hums intuitively and sits back against the cushions, running his hands through his hair as he mulls over your explanation. 

“Sure, maybe it’s obvious to others, but they’re not us. They weren't there while we stood by one another through thick and thin all these years. I don’t think other people can even begin to comprehend our bond.” He reaches his hand out for you and you join him on the couch. “I don’t need a label, Bams. Friends, fuck buddies, lovers, partners, I honestly don’t care. You’re here beside me and that’s all I care about.” 

Your forehead meets his shoulder in relief. It’s precisely what you were expecting him to say, but it’s comforting nonetheless to hear the words from his own mouth.

"What about you?" He asks.

"Hmm, I think fuck buddies is pretty hot."

Jungkook pulls you into his lap before you can register it and attacks your waist with lively fingers. The tickling sensation makes you screech and laugh maniacally, your voice filtering inbetween the sounds as you beg him to cease his torment. It’s the normal, mundane behavior you always partake in and even though you’re genuinely suffering, you wouldn’t trade moments like this for the world.

Maybe one day things will change between you, but for now, you don’t need anything more than this.

The following morning, Jungkook's sitting on the edge of your bed when you remember to show him the photo taken of you last night. When you do, his head snaps back as he groans regretfully. 

“You’re fucking joking, Bambi,” he grits through his teeth.

“What?” You ask innocently.

There's a sly grin on your face as pride swells in your chest because of his reaction.

“This is unfair. This is… cruel and unusual punishment!”

“How?”

“Because you looked like this and I didn’t see it!”

“Jungkook, you could see me naked right now if you wanted to,” you argue. 

Jungkook’s pout disappears and his head twists like a confused puppy, as if that possibility hadn’t even occurred to him. Before you have the chance tease him for forgetting about your little arrangement, he’s pulling you down the bed by your ankles and crawling over you. You giggle as he bends down to kiss along your thighs and hips during his ascent. He pauses over your baby bump, pulling your shirt up and kissing your belly gingerly.

“Sorry, little one, Mommy and I have some important business to attend to,” he whispers against your skin. 

An endeared smile appears on your lips, but Jungkook is kissing it away once he reaches you. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue between your teeth. His hands skim along your waist as pulls your shirt over your head before beginning to unbutton your jeans. After he’s successfully stripped you down, he goes to massage your tits and you whine at his touch.

“Sensitive, Bams?” Your only response is a whimper as he continues to fondle you. “Does this help or no?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Please don’t stop, Koo.”

He obeys and continues to play with your boobs through your bra, pushing them together and squeezing them tactfully with his large hands. He admires your swollen mounds for a while before kissing across the tops of them, letting his tongue drag along your skin until you squirm beneath him.

“God, I’m really gonna miss these after the baby’s born,” he notes. 

As if to prove his point, he gently bites down on the supple flesh. 

“They’ll be bigger than normal afterwards, but not this big,” you tell him. 

His thumb absentmindedly traces over one of your nipples until it pokes against the fabric of your bra as he hums in acknowledgment. 

“Can I fuck them?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Can I fuck your tits, Bambi?”

He’s sporting the most hopeful look imaginable and you already know you’re going to allow it before your brain reaches that conclusion.

“Sure,” you reply, unhooking your bra and removing it from your body. “You gotta take your shirt off though. I need a good view while you do this.”

Jungkook smirks while rising to his knees to pull his shirt over his head with one hand. You genuinely despise how wet you get just from the one motion alone. He stands to remove his pants and boxers and you eye him hungrily when his cock comes into view. Jungkook goes to stroke himself, but you shake your head and beckon him to you with your pointer finger. 

His eyes are alight as he hurries to join you on the bed, settling his knees next to your hips so you can reach him. 

Spitting into your palm, you move your hand languidly along Jungkook’s shaft to get him hard. He moans softly, his head tipping back and giving you an ideal view of his throat. 

“Shit, Bams,” he curses. 

His hand descends to your head, holding himself steady between the strands of your hair. While you jack him off, he hovers over the valley of your breasts and allows drool to drop from his lips. You stare wide-eyed as he removes your hand from his cock before placing himself directly in the middle of your tits. Jungkook coats his searing hot skin in the saliva, slowly running his dick along your cleavage and making your mouth drop open in awe.

You squeeze your boobs together by pushing against them with your upper arms, creating a perfect tunnel just for his pleasure. He groans and kisses you in gratitude, the hand in your hair tugging to make you whimper. 

Jungkook begins leisurely, pulling his hips back and staring with unbound intensity as his cock leaves the warmth of your tits before slowly returning again. The sight of his shaft disappearing into your swollen breasts forces his eyes to roll.

“Oh, fuck, Bams, you have no idea how good this feels,” he tells you. 

His tempo gains speed, but not by much, he's still too mesmerized by the gorgeous vision of you beneath him, his cock stuffed between your plump breasts. The same ones which are only full because he fucked a baby into you. The possessiveness of the act has him growling under his breath. 

"Yeah? If it feels so good, you should fuck 'em like you mean it," you taunt.

Jungkook’s doe eyes blink out of existence, turning him from prey to predator in a split second. He holds the wicked eye contact as his fingers scratch at your scalp and he readjusts his grip before thrusting into your cleavage with a fury. 

You gasp at the change spurred on by your words, but automatically push harder on your flesh to suffocate his cock with your breasts. Jungkook groans at the tightness and you can't peel your eyes away from him as he throws his head back and the veins in his neck pulse.

“God, Jungkook, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Jungkook's moans are melodious as he pumps his cock back and forth and he looks to be experiencing pure bliss, but honestly, so are you. You weren’t prepared for the feeling of his dick sliding along your skin or his balls slapping against the underside of your breasts to feel this euphoric. 

"Me? Fuck, Bambi, you have no fucking clue what you do to me," Jungkook responds breathlessly.

The brat inside in you awakens upon hearing his words, wanting to drive him even crazier in response.

You stick your tongue out while tilting your head down, and a monstrous growl comes from Jungkook’s throat when he realizes what you’re doing. You lick and suckle on his cockhead every time it greets you, and Jungkook makes sure to momentarily hold his position between thrusts to allow your lips to work their magic on him. The more efficient glide caused by the fusion of your combined drool makes everything so much more sensual.

Jungkook must grow restless, or at least hungry for more, because his cock disappears from your chest only for him to shove himself into your open mouth instead. You gladly accept the intrusion, moaning in ecstasy as your lips stretch to accommodate him.

“Fuck, good girl,” Jungkook grunts as his hips continue their pursuit.

His strokes force his cock deep into your throat while you lick the underside of his shaft and make the whole thing debilitatingly sloppy. You’re drooling only a few moments in, the liquid rolling down and soaking his balls which slap against your chin with every thrust. Jungkook is extremely appreciative of your efforts, yanking your hair and incoherently praising you with his head towards the ceiling. 

To be quite frank, you would suck Jungkook off every second of the fucking day if he so allowed. 

The sensation of our lips around his thick cock and his tip abusing your esophagus is hands down one of the best feelings to ever be discovered by the human race. Even as you violently gag and struggle to breathe, you’re borderline obsessed with sending Jungkook to his grave via your sweet mouth.

“Shit, babygirl, don’t fucking stop.”

Jungkook feeds more of his cock to you one thrust at a time until your nose is buried in his pubic hair. Once he’s entirely nestled in the confines of your throat, he halts and holds your head in its position. You force yourself to breathe through your nose and moan as loud as possible so he can feel your throat constrict around his shaft.

His movements reignite after he chokes on air at the feeling of your tight muscles clenching on his cock. You lick along his velvety skin as he fucks your mouth, wanting to provide the most pleasure to him as possible. After a particular loud gag when you deep throat his tip, Jungkook’s hips stutter and his grip on your hair turns deadly.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, his eyes watching you like a wild animal. “Can I come on your tits, Bambi?”

You moan affirmatively and nod your head as best you can with his dick stuffed between your lips. He resumes his strokes and you grant him complete control, letting him use your mouth however he pleases.

When his abs clench before your eyes and you feel his balls tighten, you assist his fall from grace by suctioning your lips around him. As soon as you do, Jungkook cries out and removes himself from your warm mouth. You desperately inhale to replace the oxygen you lost while he fists his throbbing cock and aims at your tits. 

The feeling of his warm cum splashing against your breasts brings your attention downward. Your gaze sharpens with hunger when you see Jungkook squeezing his cock to send his seed all over your fatty flesh. He paints the sexiest picture imaginable on your skin, the white liquid landing sporadically across your chest before he rubs the essence in with the head of his dick. 

“Oh, Koo, holy shit,” you moan as your head falls back against the pillows. 

Jungkook switches gears almost instantaneously once his cock is devoid of semen, clutching your boobs in his hands and kissing them so he can lick his cum away.

The vision of him eating his own seed off your shiny tits almost makes you climax yourself. His tongue works in circles to swallow every last drop, the warm muscle tracing over your skin diligently as he makes provocative eye contact with you. 

“Jungkook, you’re gonna make me come, too, if you keep looking at me like that,” you tell him honestly.

“Really? Should we try it?”

The smirk appears in his eyes before ever gracing his lips, and he continues kissing your breasts without restraint as he moan into them. It's only when he rolls his hips and his semi-hard cock grinds against your pussy that you realize he's being serious. You whimper when his actions force your lace underwear to rub your clit and try grabbing his shoulders to cease the torment, but Jungkook just steals your hands and pushes them into the mattress on either side of your hips.

"Koo, please," you whine.

He's still making filthy eye contact with you while sucking on your spit soaked tits, and your cries only spur him on to dry hump you harder.

You want to say the reason you come entirely untouched in under two minutes is because of the pregnancy, but deep down you know he'd be able to pleasure you just as successfully without the baby in your womb.

Jungkook kisses you messily once you've come down from your high and your tongues dance together until you’re sharing in his taste. 

“That was s’fucking hot,” he mumbles against your lips.

You nod in agreement and lace your hands in his hair, tilting your head to create a better angle so you can kiss him with more intensity. His lips mirror your movements while he caresses your outline and pulls you in by your waist.

Jungkook’s idea of an appropriate thank you for surrendering your body to his need is to pull four more orgasms from your battered pussy, the climaxes split equally between his tongue and his cock. Afterwards, when you genuinely believe you’ve become one with the mattress, he happily reminds you his original goal of giving you five orgasms has finally been achieved, and to prepare yourself to enter double digit territory very soon. 

FIVE 

When your pregnancy reaches the halfway point you and Jungkook decide it’s finally time to complete the necessary shopping and subsequent decoration of the nursery. Since the baby’s gender is a mystery, you plan to design their bedroom with gender neutral colors and you choose an animal theme to honor your existing children, Bam and Usagi. 

Before actually heading to the store you lie in bed scrolling across endless websites looking for inspiration. 

Throughout your years, whenever you imagined this moment with your future partner, you never thought they’d be so animated about tasks such as this. You assumed, like many men, they would let you make all the decisions and nod in approval at your choices. Jungkook is nothing of the sort, which you should’ve predicted given what you already know about him, but it still makes you swoon when his face lights up over a hanging mobile that looks identical to Bammie. 

Once you’re physically present amongst the multitude of baby items, the labyrinth of aisles and example nurseries overwhelms you. The baby section of IKEA is like an expecting mother’s version of The Shining maze. It’s impossible to see everything even if you come back religiously to shop. Jungkook’s loose grip on your hand is doing nothing for your nerves, and even he seems to be dazed by the endless display of trinkets.  

“How the fuck are we gonna do this?” He whispers beside you. 

On one hand, he means perusing through the infinite options, but on the other, you know he’s also talking about resisting your unbridled desire to splurge on everything in sight.

There’s a list on your phone which becomes your saving grace so you can stay organized as you enter the labyrinth together and pray you exit unscathed and with money still in Jungkook’s bank account.

Honestly, you can’t take either of you anywhere, because despite the daunting shopping list, you fool around in nearly every section. 

Jungkook decides the best way to choose a diaper table is to lift you onto them while you smack him as quietly as you can to bring you back to earth. He giggles incessantly every single time he does it, and eventually you allow him without retort to grab your waist and drop you on the tables one by one. For rugs, which hang down from the wall and can be flipped through like a book, Jungkook pulls you against him and wraps the thick fabric in a cocoon around you both while you screech about losing oxygen. When you get to the lamp aisle, you join in his antics as you reenact the Pixar intro together. 

There are pillows thrown, blankets smushed into faces, toys juggled until they fall to the floor with a loud crash, and many more childish activities occurring between you. Hopefully, no one is watching you, because if anyone saw your immature behavior they’d probably call for eugenics. 

At some point, you part ways because Jungkook remembers his need for some new kitchen utensils. While he heads towards the home and appliances section, you continue your search for the ideal bookshelf. 

After about ten minutes, you begin meandering through IKEA to collect your best friend so he can help you decide between two pieces of furniture. When you find him, he’s staring with a crease in his brow at the shelves which contain various sizes of mixing bowls. Before you’re able to grab his attention, two women appear behind him, and you recognize the hungry gaze in their eyes immediately. 

You’ve dealt with this behavior around Jungkook all your life, women flock to him as though he possesses some unseen force specifically designed to lure them in. This is different, though, because you’re no longer his wing woman, you’re the person bringing his kid into the world. 

You aren’t scowling at them purposefully, but you’re rightfully possessive of the clueless man still debating on buying a glass or steel bowl while he’s being ogled like a piece of meat.

“Koo,” you call, reaching your left hand towards him. 

You wiggle your fingers as you outstretch your limb, making sure your pretty ring catches the light and sparkles directly in their line of sight. Maybe you also slightly push your jacket away and rest your hand over your protruding womb, just maybe.

Jungkook glances your way and is at your side in a moment, his hand automatically clasping around your digits as he searches your face for the reason you’re beckoning him over.

Satisfaction fills your system when the women frown and roll their eyes as they leave the aisle. Jungkook never took notice of them the entire time, and something about that knowledge makes you feel prideful. 

One by one your list dwindles until there’s only one final item remaining. The crib section is the largest one yet, with row upon row of baby cradles stretching at least a football field wide. There doesn’t seem to be any organization to them, either, with more advanced ones sitting beside basic pieces that have most likely been here since the eighties.

“What’s the difference between all these?” Jungkook asks in exasperation.

“I have no clue,” you respond.

When your eyes meet, there’s a silent agreement made to split up and cover more ground. Jungkook goes left while you go right, and slowly, but surely, you traverse the area with motherly determination. 

Some are super simplistic, while others have built in baby monitors and teething rings. You didn’t realize it was possible to design so many variations of the same thing. 

Approximately halfway through your half of the room, one of the cribs catches your attention. It’s uncertain why, because truthfully, it looks identical to at least twelve others, but something about it calls to you and you pause to analyze the furniture further. 

It has a decent amount of bells and whistles, but not too many that you fear getting lost in its sauce. You can tell your little one is metaphorically nudging you to choose it for their bed and the longer you stare, the more it just screams “baby Jeon” at you. Jungkook notices your stance before a particular crib from across the room and makes his way towards you. His hand on your lower back alerts you he’s there and you look at him expectantly.

“Do you like it?” You nod enthusiastically, hope brimming in your eyes. “Let’s see how much it is.”

Jungkook’s face falls after leaning over to check the tag, and you follow his line of sight to examine it yourself.

You gawk at the obscenely large number. 

“Ok, no, nevermind.”

“Wait.” Jungkook stops you by grabbing your hand. “Do you love this one, Bambi?”

“Not that much!” 

“No, you shouldn’t love anything for this much.” Jungkook sighs and looks around for any fellow shoppers. “But do you love it enough to, ya know, nab it?”

You stare incredulously, because there’s no way your filthy rich baby daddy just suggested stealing from IKEA.

“You want us to steal our baby’s future bed?” 

“It would make for a good story, wouldn’t it?” 

“Koo, no!”

“Oh come on, Bams, it’ll be just like old times,” he argues. 

“Old times? Just because we’ve knicked some stuff from restaurants and department stores over the years doesn’t make us kleptos, Jungkook.”

“It’s not like IKEA’s gonna miss it!”

“You’re a millionaire,” you remind him.

“So? Doesn’t mean I like spending my money,” he retorts.

Scoffing and crossing your arms over your chest, you eye Jungkook from your periphery, and unfortunately for your conscience, he looks adorably eager to get an adrenaline rush while saving loads of money. Your eyes shut and you slowly inhale before reluctantly turning towards him. 

“Alright, how do we do this?” 

Jungkook explains his master plan in a low whisper as he scopes your surroundings for anyone looking to foil it. Since larger purchases are collected at the same time as checkout, Jungkook’s brilliant idea is for you to take the crib and lure someone into loading the box in the car while he pays for the non-stolen items. That way, whoever assists you will believe you’re a paying customer. 

So, now you’re standing with a dolly containing the crib beside your car which you pulled around to the entrance. Waving down an unsuspecting employee, you smile graciously at him and dramatically stick your baby bump out so he knows how helpless and frail you are.

“Hi, could you help me load this in my car? My husband is still at the checkout,” you lie with siren eyes and point to Jungkook where he’s conversing with the woman scanning your items. 

The employee doesn’t even think twice, and agrees with a massive grin as he lifts the heavy box into your trunk. You thank him repeatedly, giving him a full ninety degree bow before hopping into the driver's seat to park the car and wait for your accomplice. 

Your hands anxiously rap against the wheel while you wait for Jungkook to join you in your getaway car. When he finally emerges from behind the large automatic doors, you breathe a sigh of relief and move to the passenger seat while he travels across the parking lot to you. He doesn’t speak at first, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as you buckle your seatbelts and pull away from the store with your stolen treasure stashed beneath the rest of our haul in the trunk. 

Jungkook giggles cheerfully and wiggles in his seat once you’ve successfully pulled off your heist and are driving down the main road again. You roll your eyes, but a small laugh escapes you when you glance at the large box containing the expensive cradle. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” you state.

“Was that not fun? Your little acting gig was so cute,” he says adoringly. “I liked the husband part, too.”

He winks and all you can do to hide the evident blush appearing on your face is shake your head at his antics. 

“I wanted to come off as pure and innocent as possible,” you explain. 

The conversation shifts away from your morally questionable actions until you’re pulling back into the garage and Jungkook turns to you with a proud smirk. 

“Bams, do you know what this makes us?” You shake your head. “Cradle robbers.”

You suffer a horrendous stomach cramp from how hard you laugh.

Jungkook recounts the events of your infamous shopping trip with full animation to your friends the following weekend when you gather at the bowling alley. You’ve reserved a large table and two lanes for the eleven of you, but haven’t started bowling yet since you’re waiting on the pizza and drinks to be delivered to the table. 

The conversation circles around the entire table as everyone provides updates about their current situations. Of course, they’re all eager to hear baby updates, so you and Jungkook go last to keep them on their toes.

You explain how announcing the pregnancy at work went and about the little celebratory lunch your coworkers threw you. Honestly, the sole reason you told people at your office is because your bump is too conspicuous to hide anymore. 

Which is precisely why Jungkook is so ecstatic to come down the stairs each morning. He absolutely adores your baby bump and will leap at any opportunity to caress or kiss your womb. After wishing you a good morning, he always bends down to greet your unborn child, too. On the couch together he’ll absentmindedly massage your skin and if he’s feeling rambunctious he’ll attack your belly with kisses and make you squeal with laughter. While cooking or washing dishes you often feel his hands holding your stomach from behind and then his voice will filter into your ears as he says hello to your little one. 

The various moments of affection make your heart leap from your chest and you worry about your survival upon seeing him actually interact with your child once they’re born. 

Jungkook tells the table about the newest game he’s designing and you watch with a gentle smile as his eyes light up while talking about his hard work.

“How’s Y/N coming along?” Taehyung asks him.

“Um, what?”

“He means the game version of you,” Seokjin answers you.

You glance at Jungkook expectantly, but he’s chugging his drink to avoid answering. When the beverage is entirely gone, he clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

“You guys weren’t supposed to say anything, you know,” he scolds his friends. “They’re talking about a character I’m designing in the game.”

“That you named after me?”

“Yeah.”

“Jungkook, I didn’t even know you knew my name,” you say.

He smiles and messes with your hair affectionately.

“Of course I know it, Bambi!” You shove his hand away with a giggle. “Every single game I’ve ever made has a character named after you, or at least, some variation of your name.” Your eyes turn into saucers. “This is the first time I’m using your actual name, though.”

“He gave you huge tits, Y/N,” Jimin tells you. 

Jungkook slaps Jimin’s arm in retaliation. 

“Clearly, it’s because Jungkook strives for accuracy,” Chaewon comments. 

The pizza arrives and stalls your conversation, but the words remain at the forefront of your mind. The thought of Jungkook weaving you into his work all these years makes you feel infinitely warm and fuzzy, and you find yourself grabbing his hand without realizing. Placing a couple chaste kisses to his fingers, you hum contently before resting your cheek against his knuckles. He responds by leaning over to kiss your forehead, letting his lips linger there as he inhales the scent of your shampoo.

“Can you show me them when we get home?” You whisper so only he can hear. 

“‘Course, Bambi,” he replies, his eyes disappearing from how broad his smile is.

Once the food is essentially demolished, you begin bowling, splitting your group in half per your usual rules. It’s always a five/five split with an even amount of girls and guys. Then, designated team captains play rock, paper, scissors over who gets Jungkook. It’s almost a guarantee the team he’s on will win, and one time he single-handedly beat all ten of you, so it’s paramount to have him as an ally.

Unfortunately, Jimin loses to Yoongi and Jungkook becomes public enemy number one. You, Eunchae, Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon bowl on one lane while the other team bowls on the twin lane beside it and you’ll compare the total scores of both teams at the end.

Bowling is already your villain origin story, but your pregnant belly, aching back, and swollen feet don’t aid you in the slightest. It’s a struggle to even hold the bowling ball correctly because your fingers are too swollen to use your regular size and the larger ball is too heavy for you.

After your third gutter ball in a row, Jungkook takes a sip of his drink and jogs across the lane to join you for your turn. 

His entire team hollers in anger, but he’s quick to turn around and scold them.

“Nuh uh, mother of my kid here, I’m helping,” he tells them. 

“You would help me even if I wasn’t pregnant, Koo,” you retort. 

He pushes his pointer finger against his lips and you giggle in secret.

Jungkook grabs the bowling ball from the rack while you get into position. When you indicate you’re good to go, he holds it up so you can place your fingers in the holes. He keeps a loose grip on the ball just under your own hands and guides your movement of stepping back before underhand throwing it down the lane. 

Your team cheers when the ball rolls precisely down the center of the lane and seamlessly knocks over every pin for a perfect strike. The friends on the opposing team all groan, even though they’re still miles ahead of you score wise. Your feet repeatedly leave the floor as you do a victory dance before turning around to thank Jungkook with a hug. 

Even with Jungkook’s assistance, your team still loses by a landslide, but luckily, you don’t have to partake in the punishment fireball shot due to the little ear of corn growing inside you. 

Jungkook was slightly less pleased with the size comparison this time around, arguing through a pout that it isn’t a cute enough shape to describe his little one. 

There’s a second round with the same teams and you embarrassingly get your asses handed to you again. Once your teammates are done with their second fireball shot of the evening, everyone disperses to enjoy the arcade machines nearby. You and the girls head straight for the photobooth, but return to the table immediately following the impromptu photoshoot to talk instead of wasting your money on gotcha games like the men.

You catch up on the more feminine details of life while the guys are gone, covering all the topics you can’t amongst the full friend group. When the girls question you about your newfound sex life with Jungkook, you take a languid sip of your drink before leaning in to divulge all the details.

“It’s honestly been fucking insane, I genuinely think Jungkook is part demon,” you explain. “He can just go for like… hours.”

“God, I’m so jealous. The last guy I dated came in less than two minutes and I had to get myself off in the shower afterwards,” Yunjin complains. 

“At least he let you do it yourself. I went on a date last month with a guy who was determined to make me come from oral and I had to literally beg him to get off me because he was so bad at it,” Eunchae counters.

Everyone grimaces at her story and Chaewon passes her a shot across the table. 

“I’m glad you’re getting your shit rocked, though. You deserve it!” 

“That’s honestly an understatement and oh! I almost forgot to tell you.” You scooch across the seats to whisper your next words to them. “We tried anal last week.”

The gasps from your friends are astonishingly loud and you have to shush the three of them before someone overhears your not-safe-for-the-bowling-alley conversation. 

“Shut up!” Chaewon yells.

“Did you like it?” Yunjin wonders.

Rather than verbally responding, you allow the motion of your eyes rolling back into your head to be your answer.

The memory is still fresh in your mind as if it happened only ten minutes ago. 

Jungkook’s facial expression is one of pure determination as he reads the instructions for assembling the changing table you bought. You watch the way his brow creases in confusion while Usagi purrs aggressively from her spot on your lap. Your best friend refuses to accept assistance because he believes he can build it all by himself, even though you can already see the screws coming loose in his brain. 

After a long while of dissecting the instructions, Jungkook begins putting pieces of the white furniture together and it slowly takes shape. 

In the meantime, you sort through the hand-me-down books from your parents and place them in alphabetical order on the bookshelf Jungkook built the day prior. About an hour later, you hear him sigh dramatically from behind you and look over your shoulder at him. 

“Can we take a break, Bams?” He asks through a huff.

“Sure, what do you wanna do instead?”

An enticing smirk appears before you and you struggle to resist rolling your eyes. Even so, you stand to take his hand and lead him into his bedroom across the hall. 

As soon as the door clicks shut, Jungkook is pressing you against the wood with your hands held hostage on either side of your head. His knee parts your legs as he pushes his muscular thigh against your cunt so you can feel it flexing. You whine for more and Jungkook obliges by grinding into you. 

“You know, sometimes I worry we’re gonna hurt the baby from how often we do this,” he whispers.

You simply chuckle in response.

“We’re not gonna hurt the baby, Koo. They’re all the way up here,” you say while pointing to your womb.

“Yeah, but I am pretty big.” You teasingly slap his chest and he captures your lips with a smooch. “I was just thinking, maybe we should try something else.”

“Something else?” 

You pull back and rest your head against the door. 

“Mmhmm.” He cradles your cheek with one hand and you nuzzle your face in his palm. “Like, letting me hit it from the back.”

Your brow scrunches at his audacity, immediately removing your face from his grasp. 

“Are you talking about you sticking your dick in my ass?” Jungkook nods with a boyish grin. “Jungkook, you just mentioned how big you are, and now you’re saying you want to stick that monster in the tightest hole on my body?” 

“That’s right, yeah.”

“Get off me!”

“No, wait, Bambi.” He snatches your hands as you attempt to pry him away. “Listen, if you really don’t want to, that’s fine, but I have toys to get you ready and everything. I would never hurt you, you know that.”

“Have you ever done it before, do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I have, yeah, a few years ago.”

You theatrically cross your arms over your chest while you ponder the idea. Honestly, it’s something you’ve always wanted to try, but you never imagined doing it with someone as well endowed as Jungkook. Then again, there isn’t anyone you trust more than him.

“We’ll go slow, right?” Jungkook nods enthusiastically as he watches your mental fortitude crack. “Fuck it, let’s go.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Jungkook kisses you briefly before heading to his closet to rummage through his collection of sex toys, which you only found out existed when he pushed a vibrator against your clit while eating you out a couple weeks ago.

You swing your legs back and forth on his bed to distract from the raging anxiety pooling in your stomach. You know your nervousness is completely unfounded, because every intimate moment you’ve shared with Jungkook so far has been the most enjoyable sexual experience of your life.

When he returns to you, there’s a purple anal plug between his fingers which he wiggles to show off to you. Facing your palms up, you watch him drop it into the cradle of your hands for you to examine. It’s unironically cute. The toy is dark purple with a slight shimmer and the base is actually a big, faux diamond. 

“You’ve never used this on anyone else, right?” You ask curiously. 

“Nope,” he answers with a pop.

“Alright, so how does this work?” 

“Get undressed and I’ll show you.”

You follow his instructions and strip naked before his eyes while he mirrors your movements. Once your clothes are strewn together in a pile on the floor, you sit so Jungkook can stand between your legs.

He grips your chin with two fingers and tugs. Your jaw drops open immediately upon his wordless command and you gaze up at him with big, innocent eyes. Jungkook’s stare turns dark and his eyes glaze over with lust while he analyzes the pretty features of your face. He slowly pushes the toy between your lips, letting you soak the material with your drool. You maintain eye contact with him as you suck on the silicone and swirl your tongue around it inside your mouth. 

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises, grabbing your chin again and making you release the toy back into his other hand. “Now turn around.”

Scooting across the bed, you maneuver to all fours once you’re somewhere in the middle. You feel the mattress dip as Jungkook joins you and his warmth slowly closes in on you. 

Without warning, you hear him spit and wetness instantly meets your puckered hole. The unfamiliar sensation causes a strained gasp, but it morphs into a moan when Jungkook presses his thumb against your rim and slowly works you open.

His other hand traces along your folds, making you shutter from the featherlight touch. Your essence begins to collect on his fingers before his hand disappears from your pussy entirely. Initially, you make a noise of confusion, but then you hear slurping from behind you and realize he’s sucking your juices off his digits. You arch your back to silently beg for more of his touch, and he chuckles around his fingers at your neediness, spanking you harshly with his other hand. You’re still moaning from the sting when his fingers return to circle your sensitive nub.

The dual sensations have your mind spinning in tumultuous circles. 

“Fuck, Koo.”

“Feel good?” 

“So fucking good,” you whimper.

“Just you wait,” he brags.

Jungkook pleasures you slowly, mirroring the pace with both hands. Eventually, the tip of his thumb sinks into your tight hole and you mewl, your head falling forward and meeting the mattress below. It takes time, but after a while of Jungkook playing with you like you’re his favorite toy, his thumb goes in past his knuckle and he starts fucking it into you. 

The feeling makes you keen and grip desperately onto the sheets. Soon enough, both his hands leave you and you’re left wanting until you feel his tongue tracing your hole. 

“Holy shit,” you gasp.

His hands spread your asscheeks apart and he squeezes them in his big hands while he eats your ass.

You genuinely believe you’re going to have to be placed in an asylum. It feels like your very soul is on fire and Jungkook’s tongue on your puckered hole is straight gasoline. 

Your eyes roll so deep into your skull you worry they’ll get stuck there. 

Jungkook licks over your hole before fucking his tongue into you and the feeling of his wet muscle inside your ass is mind boggling. He works with expert tact, forcing his tongue inside and using the drool falling from his mouth to wet the area and then kitten licking you.

His tongue is warm and sopping wet on your rim and you never could’ve predicted it would feel this good.

He gives your right asscheek a hard smack only to bring his hand to your pussy so he can finger you, too. His fingertips tease along your slit without ever going where you really want him. You whine disapprovingly, but he pacifies you a moment later by rubbing your clit in tight circles and forcing a cry from your throat. 

His movements on your clit are harsh in comparison to the languid strokes of his tongue. The stark contrast splits your mind in half and your body isn’t able to keep up with all the pleasure it’s receiving. Before you know it, hot tears are rolling down your face and wetting the sheets beneath you.

“Jungkook, oh my God,” you weep desperately.

You’re so overstimulated you can no longer comprehend what he’s doing to you. The combination of him pressing on your pearl and his tongue sinking into your ass is simply too obscene.

When his mouth leaves you with a single, sloppy kiss, you involuntarily whine at the loss of contact and Jungkook shushes you as he massages the flesh of your ass with one hand.

After a moment, you hear Jungkook spit and feel the wet tip of the anal plug pressing against your asshole. You chuckle when the realization hits you that he was always going to need to relubricate the toy, and coating it with your saliva was merely a display for his pleasure.  

You tense as soon as the plug begins to sink further into you.

“Relax, babygirl,” he coos. “Take a deep breath.”

You listen attentively and fill your lungs with air just as he’s finishing pushing the toy into you. Rather than an exhale, it’s a strangled moan that exits your lungs. 

“Holy fuck, Jungkook” you cry.

“You’re okay, Bambi. I’ve got you,” he reassures you. “Does that feel alright?” 

You nod repeatedly, pushing your ass back against his hands in a silent plea for him to do something before you go crazy. The only reply you receive is a melodious, baritone chuckle.

Jungkook tilts your hips to give him better access to you. The movement makes the plug press deeper into your hole and you whine at the novel sensation. You feel his tongue lick all the way up your cunt a couple times before he starts making out with your leaking pussy from behind.

His lips move in sloppy circles while he eats you out and then he’s spitting on you so he can make it even messier. The feeling makes you delirious and if he wasn’t still firmly holding your hips you’d surely fall flat on your face.

As his tongue fucks into you, the muscle presses against the toy in your ass from within your velvet walls and you nearly rip his sheets as the fullness overwhelms you. You’re sobbing hysterically as he switches between kissing your cunt and flattening his tongue over your clit.

He moves his face back and forth on your nub before sucking and letting his teeth scrape the sensitive flesh. You scream bloody murder and cry his name into the linen.

“Jungkook, I can’t —”

“You gotta come, babygirl,” he tells you. 

“Koo,” you sob as your forehead presses into the mattress. 

“You can do it, Bams.” He places a wet kiss on your clit. “Come for me, baby.”

He licks you at an obscene pace, curling his tongue to lap up your essence before baby birding it onto your clit so he can massage your nerve endings with his tongue. Your orgasm is unbelievably powerful, forcing your hips forward as you wail incoherently into the bed. Jungkook continues to drink your cum until your cries settle into soft whimpers. 

Once the high simmers and your body is shaking with aftershocks, Jungkook gently presses on the anal plug. You keen and arch your back as it sinks further inside you. 

“You think you can keep going?” Jungkook moves your hair to one side so he can kiss your shoulder, his lips lingering there while he continues. “It’s alright if you can’t, Bambi.”

“I… I want to, Koo.”

He hums proudly in your ear.

“That’s my girl.”

Jungkook kisses your cheek before rising to his knees again. Your asscheeks are forced apart by his warm hands so he can drip more of his saliva around the toy. Then, he bends down to bite on your fatty flesh and you giggle at the comparably sweet affection.

“I’m gonna take the toy out and slowly push in, alright?”

“Mmhmm, I trust you.”

Just as he said, Jungkook holds onto the base and slowly removes the toy from your hole. The feeling makes your jaw drop as it spreads you open again upon its departure. 

The emptiness only lasts a mere moment before you feel the head of Jungkook’s cock at your entrance as he guides the tip into your tight hole.

“Oh fuck,” you whine. 

You bite on your hand to relieve the pressure building within your body. Even with all the preparation, the movement of Jungkook’s cock entering you inch by inch is heart stopping.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Jungkook says.

You shake your head aggressively. No words will be passing through your lips for some time, every motor function in your body is focused solely on the pleasure of being stuffed full by Jungkook. 

Every vein of his cock is pulsing against your impossibly tight walls and the further he travels inside of you, the better it feels. You’ve never felt so full in your life and even though he’s only in your ass, you swear you feel him everywhere. 

There’s a cooling sensation which accompanies the slide of his shaft and the realization that he applied lube before pushing in makes you feel eternally grateful. You’ll have to thank him for being so considerate once you’re no longer non-verbal. When his hips meet your ass, you exhale the air trapped in your lungs from his descent into your tightest hole. He’s fully sheathed inside you and it’s exponentially better than you ever could’ve imagined. 

Jungkook gives you a moment to adjust as he caresses your spine and kisses your shoulder blade a few times. 

“How does it feel, Bams?” 

“So, so fucking good, Koo,” you answer breathlessly. “I feel so fucking full.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook palms your asscheek before spanking you. “You want me to fuck your tight, little hole? Split you apart on my cock?”

“Please.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice, and within a second he’s pulling back until only his tip is inside before thrusting his entire cock into you all at once.

The scream that rips from your throat isn’t a sound a human should make. 

Hips slamming against your ass and balls slapping against your cunt, Jungkook fucks you like he’s trying to tear you to shreds. Your hole struggles to stretch around him as he continually leaves your warmth and returns again at a debilitating pace. 

The feeling of his cock throbbing inside your ass is so euphoric you see a vision of the entire milky way at once. Jungkook and his insane body are the sole proprietors of your mind as you cry ceaselessly and drool all over yourself from how much you’re whining and panting. There’s an unrelenting blaze lighting up your veins and searing your bones, but you want them to just burn, and burn, until you can’t take the heat anymore. 

“Fuck, Bams, this feels so fucking amazing,” Jungkook moans. “You’re so tight, babygirl.”

You mewl from the effect his praises have on your mind, your back arching automatically so you can meet each of his thrusts. 

Jungkook turns his cadence absolutely deadly, the fierce clapping sounds reverberating off his walls and shaking the bed frame. With his increase in speed, he pushes your shoulder blades down and forces your face into the sheets, keeping his hand there to steady himself. It sends his cock even deeper into you and you mirror each other’s noises of ecstasy at the new angle.

“Jungkook, please don’t stop,” you beg. 

“I wasn’t planning on it, Bambi.” He starts rolling his hips in time with his strokes and it makes his heavy balls smack perfectly against your pussy to bring you even more pleasure. “Gonna fuck you until my cum is leaking out of your hole.”

His words pierce your soul and make you whimper with wanton need. You have an insatiable urge to allow him to ruin you completely. Hold his cock within you long enough that your body can only remember the shape of him. 

Jungkook’s moaning gorgeously from behind you, his hand now holding your hair like reins so he can keep you exactly where he wants you. 

“I’m so close, Bams,” he warns.

You force your hips back against him to push him closer to the edge. He slaps your ass in return before gripping the soft flesh between his fingers. 

“I’m gonna come,” you tell him. 

“Fuck, please.” 

He releases your hair so both hands can bruisingly grasp your hips and make his cock penetrate you like it’s his dying wish. 

The pace is so lethal you worry he’s causing permanent damage, but you truly cannot bring yourself to care. His huge cock spearing you repeatedly is so jaw dropping you think he’s soiled you for any other partner. It’s impractical to believe another man’s dick could ever bring you this much pleasure. He stretches you apart like you were made for him and you know he feels it, too, with the way he tirelessly rams into you. 

As Jungkook chases your highs, the moans meeting the fabric of his sheets sound nothing like you. Meanwhile, he’s growling and groaning inhumanly behind you and it only confirms your suspicions that he’s originally from the pits of hell. 

Your climax simmers in your gut and spills over externally with only a few more pistons of Jungkook’s cock into your ass, having his length buried deep within you far too heavenly a sensation to hold back even a second longer. Voice cracking and body shaking in his hold, you scream his name in a prayer-like chant as your orgasm blinds you and shuts down your nervous system.

Jungkook whines and his rhythm falters as the pulsing of your cunt tightens your walls around him. He gasps crudely, his hand dropping to the bed next to your face as he comes, stuffing his seed into your ass and fucking you so full you fear you’ll burst. You feel absolutely filthy as his cum warms the tunnel of your ass and drizzles out around his cock. The essence pours out of you and down his balls as he continues to fuck you through both your orgasms. 

You no longer have the wherewithal to hold onto anything, your energy sufficiently drained, making Jungkook’s movements force you further and further across the bed as though you’re just a lifeless husk wrapped around him. 

“You alright, Bambi?” He asks through shaky breaths.

All you can muster is a nod as your upper body meets the mattress, your arms lying limp in front of you and ass still in the air where he’s holding you up.

There’s a loud squelch when he finally pulls out, his cum excessively dripping out and leaking all over your pussy and thighs. Once his grip is gone, your lower half falls and you groan at the soreness throughout your body. 

“Bambi?”

“I’m alive,” you whisper. “I don’t know for how much longer, though.”

Jungkook chuckles and soothing rubs your back.

“How was it?”

“Fucking amazing. It’s a shame I won’t be able to walk for three days.”

“It’s okay, I’ll carry you,” Jungkook tells you. 

You smile weakly, already halfway to dreamland as you acknowledge his promise. 

Jungkook diligently wipes away the mixture of body fluids coating your skin before rolling you onto your back. When his handsome face enters your vision, your hands reach for him and he welcomes himself into your embrace to give you kisses along your jaw and neck. A hum of satisfaction comes from your throat as your eyes close and you fall asleep to the repetitive feeling of his lips on your skin. 

Your friends’ jaws are practically through the floor by the time you finish reminiscing about your most recent sexual experiment with Jungkook, and you have to refrain from giggling at their expressions of awe. 

The men return from their adventures not long after, with Jungkook notably missing. Just as your lips part to question where he is, the man himself appears in your line of sight.

“Bams, look at the stuffed animals I got for our little one!” He cheers happily as he lugs an entire haul of plushies between his arms. 

“Koo, where are we gonna put all those?” 

“In the nursery, duh.”

He drops the children’s toys unceremoniously onto the seat next to you before running his hands through his hair and scanning the area for an employee so he can ask for a large trash bag to take them home in.

“Jungkookie went a little crazy on the claw machine,” Hoseok informs you.

“Yeah,” you say as you pick up a little bunny plushie. “I can see that.”

Jungkook does, in fact, receive a trash bag from an employee so he can transport the goodies home after saying goodbye to your friends. Upon your arrival, he rushes upstairs to the nursery and meticulously places them around the half decorated room. Luckily, there’s a hanging storage hammock for the wall which will be arriving along with some other decorations in a few weeks. 

After changing into comfier clothes and washing up for the night, you drag Jungkook by the hand to the living room so he can show you all the characters he’s named after you. 

The next couple of hours are spent on the couch, your feet resting comfortably in his lap, while Jungkook plays through the games to present the animated versions of you he’s crafted over the years. They’re all equally adorable, some human and some not, but regardless of their design, every single one makes your heart thump faster in your chest. 

SIX

Usagi is purring like the little engine that could in your lap, her head resting comfortably against your baby bump. You absentmindedly comb through her fur as your other hand holds a book between your fingers. Normally, you’re a fantasy girl, but with motherhood on the horizon you figure it’s about time you dive into the parental advice genre. 

Jungkook descends the stairs in his gym attire, about to head to the garage for a workout because the pouring rain outside makes his trek to the actual gym less than ideal. Bam, who’s sleeping soundly in his bed across the room, feels the familiar rumble of his dad’s footsteps and instantly perks up. The Doberman quickly leaps up to greet Jungkook, who is positively elated to see him and bends down to scratch behind his floppy ears.

When Jungkook glances your way, his head tilts in confusion. He gives Bam a couple more rubs on his head before stealing the seat beside your legs on the couch.

“What are you doing, Bams?” He asks curiously.

“Reading,” you answer while shaking your book to show him.

“Yeah, I see that,” he laughs. “I meant, why are there headphones on your stomach?”

Peering down at your now well-rounded baby bump, your mouth forms an O in recognition of the action in question. You honestly forgot about the old school headphones you placed on your belly when you first laid down. 

“Well, this book says babies can start hearing around this time and it helps their growth by listening to soothing sounds in the womb. They recommend reading to them, too, as the due date approaches,” you explain. 

“What soothing sounds are you playing for our baby, then, huh?” Your teeth clamp around your lower lip as Jungkook brings the headphones to his ears. You watch with nerves pounding as his eyes shift through confusion to recognition before landing on sentiment. “Is this… is this my mixtape from college?” 

You slowly nod your head, still anxious for his reaction.

“If our baby is going to listen to anything, I figure it should be daddy’s voice.”

Jungkook’s smile is utterly breathtaking when he hears your response, his eyes glossy with unspoken emotion. His hand caresses your bump reverently before he lowers his head to kiss all over your swollen skin. You giggle at the sensation and tousle his hair with your fingers.

“I should probably sing live for our little one, don’t you think?” 

His eyes are sparkling beautifully when he asks from his position above your belly. 

“Really?” Jungkook nods wholeheartedly. “But you don’t like singing anymore, besides karaoke.”

“It’s different when it’s for our baby,” he states.

Giggling excitedly, you place the book and headphones on the coffee table and recline into the couch as you wait patiently for the serenade. 

Jungkook’s practically a vocal prodigy, and during your childhood his pretty voice was always surrounding you. In the car, across your backyard, escaping from the shower, anywhere and everywhere was his stage. His process for consoling you was to sing familiar tunes until your cries subsided. On sleepless nights, he would send you voice memos covering your favorite songs. He eventually made the mixtape in question which you stashed away for safekeeping over a decade ago. 

The melodies ceased towards the end of your college careers, the final chapters of your time there being particularly tough on Jungkook and causing him to fall out of love with the craft. You haven’t heard him sing live other than into a karaoke microphone ever since.

You’d never say it out loud for fear of creating unnecessary guilt, but you desperately miss the sound of his voice and the comfort it brings. 

“Alright, but you have to close your eyes, I’ll get too nervous with you looking at me,” he says. 

Accepting his terms, you shut your eyes and place your hands atop his which remain on your belly. Jungkook clears his throat before humming to align his pitch, which is mostly for show given that he has perfect pitch. 

A wondrous smile forms on your lips the very second his tender, buttery voice filters into your brain. 

Jungkook sings as close to where your baby resides within you as possible, his warm breath tickling your skin as he sings an old, Korean lullaby to your little eggplant. Whether it’s hearing him sing acapella again or the gut wrenching display of love for his unborn child, you aren’t sure, but you’re positively beaming as you rest against the cushions.

You automatically frown when his beautiful tone disappears as the song ends, but before your eyes can blink open, Jungkook is kissing the grimace away and eliciting a noise of surprise from your throat. Your recognition is quick, and within a moment your arms are pulling him on top of you so you can adequately return his affection.

Twin smiles peak through the kiss and cause your teeth to scrape together, but you recover the proper motions and your lips gradually mold together again. You moan happily while combing your fingers through his hair and he wraps you in his arms to caress your waist. 

You lazily make out for some time without it leading anywhere, but neither of you question the act. Besides, you already know precisely what Jungkook is trying to tell you by allowing his tongue to dance endlessly with yours. 

Sometimes you still rest the headphones on your tummy to play the mixtape for your baby, but it slowly becomes routine for Jungkook to sing to them whenever you’re lounging around the house.

Aside from the parenting books, you and Jungkook also register for two classes in preparation for the arrival of your newborn. First up is the infamous Lamaze class, the purpose of which is to practice breathing techniques meant to help ease the strain of childbirth. It’s supposed to be both relaxing and educational, and your two mothers swear it’s mandatory. 

You arrive hand-in-hand ahead of schedule and the instructor introduces herself in a calm, lighthearted tone. She points you to a pair of yoga mats in the back corner and you weave your way around the already situated couples to take your seats.  

Jungkook’s curious eyes survey his surroundings and he nods approvingly at the soothing atmosphere.

The room is filled to the brim with fellow expecting couples, some consisting of men and women and others of two women. Everyone’s bellies differ dramatically in size and some of them make you thankful you’re not carrying that much extra weight on your spine. It’s comforting to be among others in your situation even when they’re strangers, and you can tell Jungkook feels the same as he smiles and makes eye contact with the other future dads in the room. 

The pregnant woman of the pair beside you leans over and grabs your attention.

“Hi, my name’s Suzy, this is Erica,” she introduces herself and her partner. “Is this your first time?” You nod in tandem and she giggles at your synchronization. “How long have you two been together?”

“Um —”

“A long time,” Jungkook saves the day. “I’m Jungkook, this is Bambi.”

“Koo,” you scold him. “My name is Y/N, he just calls me Bambi.”

“That’s so cute!”

“How long have you two been together?” You volley her question.

“10 months,” she replies warmly. 

You refrain from saying yikes out loud. Judgment isn’t usually your forte, and truthfully, the two women look adorable together, but you cannot comprehend having a child with someone you’ve known for less than a singular rotation of the sun. It’s been just short of three decades for you and Jungkook and you still feel unprepared. 

“That ring is gorgeous, by the way.”

“Oh! Thank you,” you say while wiggling your left hand. You receive compliments almost daily, and initially, you were worried about it not being an actual engagement ring, but the true meaning behind the piece of jewelry means exponentially more to you than a proposal ever could. “He’s definitely got great taste.”

Jungkook smiles graciously at the compliment, his hand rubbing along your back before catching around your waist.

“When’s the wedding?” 

Your face pales at the inquiry, which you know is totally valid given the item she’s complimenting and the purpose of the class you’re in. 

“You know, we haven’t really gotten around to planning it yet with the baby on the way and all,” you explain.

“Preach,” she cheers. 

The instructor entering the room effectively cuts off your conversation with Suzy. As she moves towards the front of the room, you and Jungkook steal a glance, eyebrows rising identically in anticipation of how this will go. 

It begins like any standard yoga class, except your legs remain crossed and you focus solely on the breathing aspect of the artform. 

Jungkook makes it fairly difficult to focus on said breathing when he does everything in his willpower to force laughter out of you. Throughout each exercise, your best friend decides to ruin any chance of success by making the most ridiculous faces imaginable, causing you to constantly stifle your mouth with your hand to prevent from disturbing anyone else. Upon his third attempt at thwarting your education, you shove your elbow into his ribs and he acts like you fatally wounded him, falling completely over and dramatically grasping his side. 

The man is astronomically lucky you’re well hidden in the back or you would be beating his ass right here in front of everyone.

After the warm up ends, the instructor goes over labor and delivery. It isn’t the first time you’re hearing the gruesome details, since your doctor explained the overall process to you both during your last appointment. Frankly, the ordeal terrifies you and you find yourself avoiding any and all conversations about it when you’re able. 

“So, for those of you who don’t know, you’ll be pushing along with your contractions. The contractions are your body’s reaction to the dilating of your cervix so the baby can be pushed out. When you push with the contraction, it not only makes birthing easier, but also lessens the risk of tearing,” the instructor explains.

“Tearing?” Jungkook says in horror beside you. “What tearing?”

“My vagina can rip, Koo, and then they have to sew me back up,” you tell him. 

He looks at you in absolute terror, his pupils shaking as his eyes observe your bump.

“I never would’ve put a baby in you if I knew that!”

“Well, you didn’t exactly plan on putting a baby in me, now did you?”

The instructor is continuing before you can speak further on the subject. 

“The Lamaze breathing techniques help with both the pain of contractions and the effort it takes to push,” she states.

The woman stands to accommodate everyone’s viewpoint as she thoroughly explains each movement and posture. 

It’s identical to the motions you’ve seen a million times in film, but when you actually do it yourself, it’s more difficult than you predicted. The technique is unnatural in comparison to your regular cadence of air intake and you only accomplish it after a couple attempts.

The instructor has everyone complete the exercise, even though technically only one of you requires the knowledge. She explains the purpose of both parents learning the technique is because it’s easy for the mother to forget while she’s bringing life into the world and her partner can remind her if they hone the skill as well. 

Practicing the breathing style doesn’t go very well for you, because Jungkook does it so aggressively beside you that your laughter is blocking your airway. You make ample efforts, but every time you only inhale three small puffs of air before you're bending over and cackling into your palm. 

“Koo!” You angrily whisper as you slap his arm. He beams delightfully at your indignation, far too elated about making you laugh to worry about the consequences. “If my labor is hell because I didn’t get to learn this shit, I’ll kill you.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he whispers genuinely. “I’ll stop now.”

He complies immediately and you continue practicing uninterrupted for the remainder of class.

Upon the conclusion of the course, the two of you follow behind the herd of couples as the instructor comes to stand near you.

“You know, I usually don’t like disruptive couples, but you two are so adorable that I didn’t mind. It’s so obvious how much you love each other,” she tells you sincerely. You instantly go bright red and feel Jungkook squeeze your hand a couple times. “I can always tell when a couple is going to last a long time, and I hope to see you back again in a few years.”

The second class you attend is very different, but just as essential for you to learn. It’s meant to cover the basics of caring for a newborn and although you both have plenty of babysitting experience, it never hurts to have a refresher. 

You're currently sitting side by side at a long table surrounded by other expecting couples. There’s two fake babies, diapers, bottles, and a couple other miscellaneous items lying haphazardly between you. Jungkook, whose very existence prevents him from staying still, is fiddling with the various trinkets and examining them as though he’s an alien encountering them for the very first time. When the instructor starts the lesson, you smack his arm to force the pacifier he’s holding out of his grasp. 

The class begins with an overall introduction of the precise care required for newborns and infants. From there, it divulges into the appropriate expectations to have for the first few months of parenthood. After the overview, you’re told to pick up the baby dolls so the instructor can walk the class through each lesson. 

Jungkook hands the fake baby to you by its leg, and you have to hold your breath to keep the giggle in your chest from escaping. You surely hope he doesn’t carry your actual child like a used rag.

The art of changing diapers is up first and the instructor begins by informing the class about the differences between changing a boy and girl’s diaper. Jungkook nods along as though he’s listening intently, but when you catch his eyes from your periphery, they’re completely blank. Not a single thought in that pretty head of his. 

Nudging him with your elbow, you gesture towards the diaper with your eyes as a silent order for him to practice. Jungkook rolls his eyes, but proceeds to follow the written instructions on the board without verbal complaints.

When he finishes the process with utmost accuracy, resulting in a near perfect diaper, he leans back into his chair with a confident smirk, looking stupidly attractive as his tongue presses to the inside of his cheek. You have to stop yourself from wringing his neck. 

The instructor continues with bottle feeding and explains the importance of milk temperature, the right bottle size, etc. Upon instruction, everyone rises to practice heating a bottle of milk so you understand the feeling of the proper temperature.

You and Jungkook stand in line behind all the other couples, which is convenient because he ends up tickling you while you wait and it would probably disturb your classmates to watch you elbow him in the stomach. He merely giggles in response to your irritation before squishing your cheeks with his fingers and mockingly cooing at you. 

When you’re finally up to bat, Jungkook goes first and you immediately click your tongue as you watch him. 

“That’s gonna be too hot, Koo,” you tell him.

“Nuh uh,” he argues. 

He yelps only a second later when the milk squirts onto his forearm and it's scorching hot. Rolling your eyes, you move past him to heat some yourself. After completing the task, you squirt the liquid on your own arm before gently grabbing Jungkook’s uninjured limb to show him the example of the ideal temperature. 

“You’re already such an amazing mother, Bams,” he sighs.

You fight against the smile threatening your lips, but it’s useless, and you end up showing your gratitude with a squeeze of his hand.

As you’re leaving, one of your heels is already outside the door frame when the sound of Jungkook’s name makes you both turn over your shoulder. 

When you locate the source, you see a familiar redhead, although she looks vastly different from the last time you saw her, especially with the massive baby bump she’s sporting. 

“Lisa?” Jungkook asks to clarify.

“Hi!” Lisa, one of Jungkook’s exes from the time immediately following college, steps forward and pulls him into a hug. When she sees you beside him, her eyes light up. “Oh my god! Y/N!”

“Hi, Lisa,” you greet her as you embrace. 

You honestly loved Lisa, and was extremely sad to see her go. She treated Jungkook exactly how you always hoped he would be treated by a partner and he was never without a smile when she was near. Unfortunately, she accepted a job across the country and they inevitably decided to forgo long distance. 

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you both here. I mean, I can believe it, but it’s just such a small world,” she states.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, his hand finding your lower back and pulling you into his side.

“Well, this was always bound to happen, right? You two are like a match made in heaven,” she answers honestly. 

Jungkook’s ears go red while you hold your lower lip hostage to prevent a bashful smile from creeping in. 

“Thanks, Lisa. I’m sure you’re excited,” Jungkook says as he gestures to her stomach.

She wears a huge toothy grin and nods ostentatiously. 

“I’m so freaking happy, you have no idea,” she responds. “I’m so glad you two are finally together. I always had my suspicions, and it’s really nice to see. You both look so happy.”

“Thank you, it means a lot.” you say to her. “I hope the rest of your pregnancy and everything goes well!”

“Thanks, you too!” 

She hugs you both again before waving and returning to her partner’s side. 

It must be divine intervention that causes every interaction you have, stranger or otherwise, to somehow end in compliments of you and Jungkook as a couple. Just the other day, a woman at the store watched Jungkook grab an item for you from the top shelf and kiss your hair as he dropped it into the basket and she hollered from across the aisle that you’ll be together forever. 

All you can do is hope they’re correct, because you have an underlying fear you refuse to discuss with anyone that somehow being parents will ruin your friendship beyond the point of recognition. People who’ve been together for far longer than you divorce over issues involving their children everyday, and even without romance on the table, you worry what parenthood will do to your bond. 

That worry will have to dwell in your mind for another day, because at the moment, Jungkook is doing everything within the realm of possibility to make your pregnancy easier and bring a smile to your face. 

Kicking the door open with your foot, you place the groceries in your arms onto the floor so you can remove your jacket and shoes. When you stand to your full height, you spot Jungkook behind the couch, his hands pressing on his lower back. Your eyebrows shoot up as you examine the scene, most notably, the foreign object on his body.

“Uh, Jungkook, if you got me pregnant, then who got you pregnant?”

There’s currently a skin colored, faux baby bump strapped to Jungkook’s chest, making him look like a mirror to your present state. 

“Psst, I did this all by myself. Step it up, Bambi.” Eyes rolling on instinct, you walk further into the home and greet your fur babies on the way to Jungkook. “I got it from the animation department. I guess they’ve used it when doing stop motion before.”

“Right, but why?”

“Well, I read the more you can understand what your partner is going through, the easier it is to be helpful to them.”

“You’re pretending to be pregnant to learn empathy?” Jungkook scowls when his efforts go unappreciated by you. “You know what, you’re right. Thank you so much, Jungkook. It must be so eye opening to endure the weight of pregnancy for a minimal amount of time while I’m carrying your kid around day and night for the better part of a year.”

He sighs defeatedly and unstraps the fake bump, sending it to the ground with a heavy splat. 

“I thought that would make you laugh, but it didn’t and now I’m sad,” he explains.

You frown and step forward to caress his jaw.

“I’m sorry, Koo, that was too harsh. It was funny, you look utterly ridiculous while wearing that,” you assure him. “I‘ve just had a long day, is all.”

“Can I do anything to make it better?”

“Well, I can think of one thing…”

Jungkook is lifting you onto the kitchen counter and using his body to spread your legs apart within an instant. He kisses the air right out of your lungs, grabbing your face with both hands and smashing his mouth on yours.

Your conflicting, hectic schedules have made it impossible to spend any real time together lately, and this is the first chance you’ve had to be intimate in days. 

The kiss acts as a lighting rod down your spine awakening every single one of your nerve endings. Gripping his shirt to press his heart to yours, you hum blissfully when your sensitive nipples meet his hard chest. His lips force yours open so he can push his tongue into your mouth and it only serves to make you infinitely more needy for him. You capture his hips with your legs and lure him in until his hardening cock is throbbing against your cunt. 

Jungkook groans at the contact and pushes his hands into your hair, taking control of the kiss so he can worship your mouth. His hips subtly buck against your crotch and the friction makes you whimper for more. He appeases you by repeating the motion with more force, and before you know it you’re dry humping each other in your freaking kitchen. 

You whine when Jungkook’s lips depart from you to kiss your neck instead, but you’re too distracted by him unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them off to focus on the disappointment. His hand sneaks into your panties and you moan exuberantly as he starts playing with your pussy, his fingers traversing your folds and swirling around your clit. 

“So wet, Bams,” he whimpers.

Jungkook works his tongue along your throat as he fucks his digits into your pussy. Your head falls back in ecstasy until you’re making eye contact with the ceiling fan, forcing Jungkook to kiss along your collarbones and shoulder. He sucks a pretty bruise into your skin and you gasp, your fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt as an anchor to keep you above water.  

His lips finally return to where they belong, but he only kisses you for another moment before descending to his knees and pulling your soaked underwear down to join your pants on the floor. 

You wait patiently for the feeling of his lips, but they never come. Instead, his fingers retreat from your core and his other hand sharply squeezes your thigh.

“Koo?”

“Bambi, you’re bleeding,” he states through shaky vocal chords.

“What?”

Looking down from your spot on the counter, you see Jungkook’s eyes blown wide while his pupils shake with fear. He holds his hand up so you can see his two middle fingers are covered in dark red blood.

The sight utterly paralyzes you, shutting down every system in your body like a sinking ship, your nerves, veins, and organs all screaming “mayday! mayday!”

Your panic manifests in the form of tears rolling down your face, your lungs struggling to intake air, and your mind racing at the speed of light. Jungkook’s terror spikes when he sees your eyes lose their luster from his place on the kitchen floor. 

“Bams?” He stands up while wiping his fingers on a nearby towel. When you don’t respond, he delicately cradles your face. “Bams, look at me.”

Jungkook’s gentle command rights the ship, pulling your consciousness from the dark water and bringing you safely back to land.

His eyes survey you to interpret your mental state, but you feel his own hands shaking where they reside on your cheeks. You desperately clutch his wrists, both as a signal that you’re alright and because you know you both need something to ground you. 

“Jungkook,” you whimper.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here,” he assures you as he pulls you in.

You start sobbing the very second his arms wrap around you, shoving your face into his shoulder and muffling your shrill cries in his shirt. Jungkook holds you to him with a hand on your head, shushing you and attempting to comfort you as best he can when his own emotions are nearly getting the better of him.

“I’m so scared, Koo,” you whisper.

Jungkook lifts your head again, wiping away your tears with his thumbs as he caresses your cheekbones. He kisses you softly, granting you a momentary reprieve from your racing heartbeat and constricted airway.

“I’m right here, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Your mind is propelled into the past, to all the times Jungkook’s uttered nearly identical words as a steadfast assurance. He said them when you first told him about the pregnancy, and there are countless times prior to that, whether on the playground, in your basement, the university library, or your old apartment. He’s always there for you, always holding you whenever you need him without a second thought or regard for his own wellbeing. 

There aren’t any words left, and time is of the essence, so Jungkook lifts you from the counter and lets you get dressed while he grabs his keys and jacket. You meet him at the door where he’s holding your own coat open for you to slip into. You make momentary eye contact once you're both ready, an unspoken promise passing between you. Afterwards, the two of you run down the stairs holding hands to reach the garage.

Jungkook never once stops talking the entire car ride to your doctor’s office, already knowing exactly what you need to remain calm. He tells you about his day at work and the mods he’s building from scratch for an older game. That leads him into a monologue about the first game he designed and how long it took him to figure out some of the most simple elements. 

You regretfully hear none of it, only the sound of his voice filtering in through your senses and not the actual content of his phrases. 

When you arrive in record time because Jungkook nearly reaches maximum speed in his Mercedes, you bolt from the car and run into the building together. Jungkook called during the drive to alert them of the situation, and he’s the one speaking to the receptionist at the moment because you can’t bring yourself to produce sound. 

The world feels as though it’s spinning in the wrong direction. If it wasn’t for Jungkook’s hand on your thigh as he drove, you wouldn’t even be aware of your surroundings enough to comprehend reality. 

Everything is veiled by a thick fog of despair, and you can no longer tell which way is up and which is down. 

You’re taken to an observation room almost immediately, where they draw your blood, take both the baby and your vitals, and give you an ultrasound. Jungkook holds one of your hands between his palms the entire time. 

During the ultrasound, your nerves go haywire and you finally break, stray tears rolling down your cheeks as you weep into your free hand. The examination of your womb is silent this time because they don’t want to worry you, and not being able to hear the heartbeat you adore is unbearable. 

It’s the only time Jungkook releases your hand, so he can brush the tears away before kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings into your hairline.

The doctor visits you after the most grueling fifteen minutes in existence. She’s smiling at you when she enters, which you pray is a positive sign, but you don’t allow yourself to relax just yet. 

“Hi, you guys. Your baby is doing just fine.”

When the relief born exhale leaves your lungs, it’s accompanied by a harsh cry as the crippling weight of your emotions bears down on you. Jungkook brings your hand to his lips while rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to soothe you. 

“I know this was really stressful for you both, and I’m so sorry you had to go through it.” She takes a seat before continuing. “Unfortunately, spotting like this can be totally normal. It’s why some women don’t realize they’re pregnant at first. I’m glad you came in, though. If for whatever reason this happens again, just keep an eye on it and if the bleeding doesn’t stop or is abnormally heavy, then come on in and we’ll make sure you’re all good.”

“So everything’s fine? Me and the baby?”

“You’re both perfect,” she declares. 

Your eyes flit to Jungkook, who nods affirmatively and kisses your hand again as tears well up in his eyes. 

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” Jungkook says quietly. 

“Of course, is there anything else I can do for you two?”

You shake your heads in perfect sync and your doctor smiles warmly upon her exit.

There’s a moment of silence once the door closes, but then the sound of Jungkook gasping over a sob meets your ears.

“Fuck,” he cries, his head dropping to his hands. “Is this what being a parent is? Just constantly being terrified something is going to happen to them?”

You comb through his black hair as he releases all the emotions he was holding in so he could stay strong for you. You gently shush him and reaffirm that everything’s alright, and when he lifts his head you return his earlier favor by wiping his remaining tears away.

“I think the love we receive from them makes the fear worth it,” you state. “But fuck, if that wasn’t the worst hour and a half of my life.” You count your inhales and exhales to bring yourself back to earth. “I don’t even know what we would’ve done.”

Jungkook ponders for a moment before licking his lips.

“If something does happen, if we…” He shakes his head, not wanting to say the words aloud. “We’ll be alright, because no matter what we have each other. I’m always going to be here, Bambi, until the day I die.”

“Until the day I die. I’m going first, remember?” 

“No,” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “God will not want me here on earth the day I lose you, Bams. It would be too dangerous for everyone inhabiting it.”

You smile and reach out to hold his face, running your thumb along his cheekbone.

“Together, then?”

“Together,” he affirms.

A beat passes, and then your lips meet like magnets, as if they themselves came together without either of your knowledge.

Jungkook holds your face with ardor, kissing you so tenderly it steals your breath away, and you return his affection with an equal amount of devotion, moving your lips in slow circles as you appreciate every push and pull of his mouth. As you passionately kiss, you place your hands over his and squeeze his fingers.

“I love you, Bambi,” Jungkook whispers to your lips.

You brush your nose against his with a smile.

“I love you,” you reply ardently.

Jungkook is kissing you again the very millisecond he hears the final syllable of your phrase, neither of you wanting to be apart for even a single moment more. 

You let your mouths talk where words can’t express the severe emotional rollercoaster you just went through. 

Eventually, you part with swollen lips and leave the medical building hand-in-hand. Jungkook drives slower with the ordeal behind you, but his hand returns to your thigh, his knuckles absentmindedly running up and down your leg throughout the trip home.

As soon as you cross the threshold, Jungkook is lifting you into his arms and carrying you to his bedroom. You don’t question him because you already know the reason, and if he hadn’t done so himself, you would’ve leapt into his embrace. 

Your world was crumbling into ashes less than an hour ago and the sole antidote is each other. 

You bury your face in his neck as he carries you through the house, his hands gripping you inexplicably tight as if he’s worried you’ll vanish.

Jungkook kicks the door shut with his heel once you make it to his room before kneeling on his bed and gently resting you both on the mattress. His body is completely covering yours as he nuzzles his face in your neck, and his weight on you provides blissful comfort to your soul. In return, you trace nonsensical shapes along his spine and he hums into your skin appreciatively.

His lips brush your neck tentatively, but after you moan in approval he cradles your face in one hand and exposes more of your throat so he can venerate you. You moan softly again, your nails reactively digging into the fabric concealing his body from you.

“I need to feel you close, Bambi,” he whispers. “I just… fucking need you.”

The feeling is mutual, and you’re immediately turning your head to capture his lips. You both mewl as your tongues begin a well rehearsed routine, the room quickly filling up with the sounds of your pleasure. 

Jungkook’s hips roll into you and your legs wrap around his waist so your crotches are perfectly in sync. 

“You have me,” you speak directly to his lips. “I’m yours, Jungkook.”

You don’t know what you mean exactly, you could be referring purely to your body or maybe you just gave your heart away, but perhaps it doesn’t matter. The lines have been crossed so many times now you’re unsure they even exist anymore. 

Jungkook seems to get a kickstart from your words, his hands suddenly working overtime to undress you as fast as he can. You match his intensity, skimming your knuckles along his waist as you rush to pull his shirt over his head. Your lips meet again on the other side of the process, kissing fiercely as you unbuckle Jungkook’s belt and he undoes the buttons of your jeans. 

You swap tasks when your pants reach your thighs, finding it more efficient to shimmy both your own garments off in one go. When your naked bodies meet, you grab Jungkook’s cock to stroke him fervently. He groans into your neck and bites at the skin of your shoulder while his fingers sink between your folds. His hand begins coaxing essence out of your hole with its ministrations so you’re wet enough to take him. 

He leaves searing hot, open mouth kisses all along your shoulder and collarbones as you jack each other off. It makes you keen and squirm as his mouth and hand work together to bring you unfathomable pleasure. 

“Shit,” Jungkook whines. “Could come just from this.”

You acknowledge his words by tightening your grip and moving your hand faster along his shaft, making him whine even louder. 

His free hand is massaging one of your breasts, and he descends to take your neglected nipple into his mouth. He coats the nub in drool and tugs on it with his teeth to make you gasp. Once it’s pebbled and hard, he licks over your swollen mound and gingerly bites into the flesh. His pursuit continues downwards as he kisses over the entire expanse of your torso, making sure to pause at your baby bump to kiss your unborn child for a lingering moment. 

His lips hypnotize you completely as they dance across your skin. The simplicity of them mapping you forcing all the worries from earlier right out of your head. 

You tug on his hair to communicate you need him, and he languidly kisses up your body so he can return to your lips. As his tongue messily licks into your mouth, it’s perfectly in time with him pulling his hand away from your pussy to rub his cock along your slit and lubricate himself.

“I fucking love this pussy, Bams. Never gonna get enough of it, of you,” he tells you.

It feels like there’s an electrical current linking you together and lighting you both up like fireworks. All of your senses are sizzling as though they’re about to blow a fuse.

Your pussy squelches when Jungkook thrusts inside its warm walls, the otherwise silent room overflowing with the erotic sound. The moans you exude are high and unrecognizable as he rolls his hips to pull his cock out before completing the motion to push himself back inside. The initial glide of his cock into your hole makes you gasp from sheer ecstasy and dig into his shoulder muscles with your fingertips.

Jungkook’s elbows rest beside your ears, his body hovering so close above you that your peaked nipples brush against his chest with each movement. 

“You feel so fucking amazing,” he moans. “You’re just fucking amazing, baby.”

His deep, honey voice sends your mind entirely out of orbit.

In response, you take your time kissing his neck, licking over the large vein pulsing beneath his hot skin. He moans and you feel his biceps flex beside your head as he firmly clutches the sheets.

“You make me feel so fucking full, Koo, it drives me fucking crazy.”

He chuckles above you in response.

“Good, love driving you crazy.”

“Well, you’ve been doing it since day one, so I suppose so.”

He giggles at your comment and it makes your heart beat out of time. 

His pace is uncharacteristically slow tonight, but he’s pushing his cock in so deep it’s hitting your g-spot with every stroke and you swear you feel him in your guts. He’s not technically even thrusting, just dutifully rolling his hips over you to bring himself in and out of your cunt.

The sensation of him fucking you so reverently is heart stopping and you would do just about anything to ensure it never ends. You truly can’t imagine any amount of time with him will ever satisfy you completely. 

Needing to feel more of him, you grab his sharp jaw and pull his face down to your lips for a searing kiss, the feeling of his tongue inside you mouth downright addicting.

“I want you all the time, Jungkook. Everything about you… you have me hooked.”

He smiles against your lips.

“Yeah, like you haven’t had me wrapped around your finger since the second you were born,” he retorts.

You responsively smirk and continue kissing him until your oxygen is depleted. Your bodies greedily connect over and over and eventually your own hips grind upwards to match his andante rhythm.

The distortion of your emotional landscape only serves to make the sex feel phenomenal. Every nerve within you is oversensitive after forcing yourself through all five stages of grief earlier, only for your heightened emotions to come crashing back down.

It feels as though you’re the only two people in existence. Although you’re alone, the pure intensity of your intercourse leads you to believe the bedroom is the only place left standing after a flood washed everything else away. 

The combination of your lips chasing each other while you fuck and your pussy clenching around his cock causes Jungkook to moan into your mouth, and just the same, the feeling of him repeatedly splitting you open makes you parrot the sensual noise.

“Feel s’good, baby,” Jungkook groans. His lips take a couple slow laps around your visage before finally coming home to your mouth. “Take my cock so fucking well, like you were fucking made for it.”

You mewl at his praises, the words making you even needier for him.

An orgasmic high has been looming since the very moment Jungkook’s thick cock sunk into your walls and spread you apart, and you're borderline desperate to feel his warm seed inside of you.

“Cream my cunt, Jungkook. Make it yours, baby.”

Jungkook takes your demand to heart, his hands grasping yours and shoving them up beside your head so he can grind into you unhindered. The feeling of his dick’s thick, pulsing veins and the ideal curve sending him straight into your cervix have you seeing stars.

Even with the tempo change, the way Jungkook is fucking you is still undeniably more passionate than your past encounters. He’s chasing his high and yet it feels as though he’s trying to pour his soul into you along with his semen.

You can tell he’s close from the delicious throbbing sensation within your cunt, and you fuck yourself on his cock at the beat of his strokes to make him come.

He grunts repeatedly, his fingers trapping yours to the bed as his pace grows erratic with his end nearing. The sound of him groaning earnestly in your ear sends your eyes to the back of your head as his cum shoots into you and paints your cunt white. 

“Fuck, Bams,” he gasps, continuing to push into you as he comes in waves of hot fluid. “Fuck, it’s so good.”

His orgasm triggers your own, the feeling of his cum spreading through you and dripping down your thighs sending you right over the edge. You whimper like a wounded animal, holding onto his hands for dear life as your hips gyrate through the come down.

“Oh, Koo,” you mewl.

Jungkook never stops fucking you vehemently even as your orgasms come and go, his cock diligently stuffing his cum deep into your womb with a sloppy, wet sound. 

He remains buried deep within you while your bodies return to their normal state, both of you needing a moment to settle your nerves before relinquishing the feeling of being connected.

“That was… so fucking needed,” you pant. 

“Tell me about it,” Jungkook concurs.

He kisses you gently once more, his tongue ever so slightly entering your mouth to pull a sweet moan from you. 

His warmth leaves you to hunt for something to clean up with, and although the sun has barely gone down, you’re exhausted from the mental wave pool today threw you into.

Jungkook wipes you down before bringing your body into his embrace. You cuddle closer to his bare chest, inhaling his scent and humming contently. Legs tangling together beneath the comforter, neither of you question the actions which don’t normally occur after you’re intimate.

There’s a kiss placed between your hair strands while Jungkook massages your back in large, soothing circles. The repetitive motion forces your eyes shut and within moments, you’re falling asleep in his arms. 

-> The Third Trimester

You toe your boots off and hang your coat up, tossing your keys in the old stolen ashtray you use to house them. When you round the corner, the familiar, lovable vermin is bent over as he rummages through your fridge. 

It’s ridiculous, honestly, given that this particular species of rat earns quadruple your salary. 

“Koo,” you get his attention. 

“Hm?”

He doesn’t budge an inch when responding to the call of his nickname. Eyes rolling back, you stroll over and smack his ass as hard as you can.

“Yo!” Jungkook jerks up and just barely misses hitting his head on the refrigerator. “Take me to dinner first.”

“I am,” you reply. “You’re eating my food.”

Jungkook smiles innocently and squishes your cheeks with his fingers before shaking your head back and forth. 

“And I’m so, so grateful,” he teases in a baby voice. 

You swat his hand away, but the light in your eyes and the remnants of a smile on your face reveal your true feelings about his teasing.

This predicament is one of your own creation, since you gave Jungkook a key a while ago in case of emergencies. The issue is, an emergency for Jungkook can be your place being closer to the gym than his, and he needs a snack after his workout. In your mind, the purpose was so he can bring you chocolate ice cream on your period and take down intruders. He’s only done one of those things so far, and the intruder was a stray cat.

Falling to your couch with a soft thump, you groan and tilt your head back against the cushions. Today was egregiously long and definitely not worth the money it made you. The only upside is it’s Friday and you have two whole days to lounge around your apartment and do nothing at all. 

Jungkook comes around the peninsula which separates your kitchen from your living room with a fresh bowl of instant ramen in his hands. He blows on the noodles for a second before slurping them into his mouth, all without noticing the glare you’re sending his way. His eyes crinkle when he sees you, letting you know he’s smiling, even though you can’t see his mouth behind the bowl. 

“What’s with the face, Bambi?” 

“You seriously didn’t think of making one for me?” You ask through a pout.

You finally see Jungkook’s smile when he lowers the bowl to place it on the peninsula. He looks proud, his head tilting as he chuckles to himself. 

Then, you hear the microwave go off, and your glare quickly turns into a grin. 

Jungkook grabs the second bowl from the microwave and sets it on the counter. You watch appreciatively as he rips open the sauce packet before putting it between his teeth and using his chopsticks to pour it all into the bowl. The crinkle of a cheese wrapper opening brings your eyebrows up your forehead in delight. He drops the orange square into the bowl and mixes everything together with the chopsticks before holding it out towards you. 

“You gonna take that shit back now or what?”

You beam and giggle as you stand, practically skipping across the room so you can take the bowl of delicious noodles from him.

“Thank you,” you sing-song.

“Mmhmm.”

The two of you eat on your couch in a slurp filled ambiance. It’s an old, familiar scene and one you always appreciate even if you don’t say it outloud. 

They say you choose your friends, but Jungkook was pretty much forced on you. Your mothers are college roommates who became best friends and later married another pair of best friends. The women proceeded to plot and plan accordingly so they would be pregnant together and their kids would be the same age. Unfortunately, your parents went off script by about six months, but you and Jungkook are still close enough in age to be in the same grade throughout school. 

Even though your friendship was intricately planned long before your conception, you’re close of your own volition. 

Jungkook is not only your best friend, but the most amazing person you know and probably in existence. You wouldn’t trade him for the world if it came down to it. In fact, if the zombie apocalypse ever happens, and somehow his death is the only way to find a cure, you will Joel Miller-style kill every single person who dares to try and take him from you. They can rip your dorky, caring, smart-ass best friend from your cold, dead hands. Everyone else can become zombies for all you care, everyone but him.

The sound of a bowl meeting the coffee table pulls your attention back to the man beside you. He kicks his feet up and stretches his arms above his head in relaxation. When the action reveals a sliver of skin from below the hem of his shirt, you use the opportunity to tickle him and laugh when he groans and folds into himself.

“Is this really the game you wanna play, Bams?” He speaks to the floor, still hunching over from your attack.

Bambi, or Bams for short, is the only name Jungkook calls you. Sometimes, you jokingly accuse him of forgetting your real name altogether, which then spurs him on to attempt “guessing” what it is. Ironically, neither of you nor your parents can recall the origin of the nickname. Like some strange Mandela effect, one day he started calling you by the Disney character’s name and never stopped. 

If memory serves correctly, you think the last time you heard the syllables of your name leave his mouth was in fifth grade when he defended you against a clique of mean girls. Something along the lines of “leave my Y/N alone,” in his adorable kiddie Jungkook voice.

He’s certainly gone through some drastic changes since then. His voice now filters out in a deep, honey tone, he doesn’t use his bangs to conceal his starry eyes anymore, and he’s got you beat by a few inches in height. You’re different, too, mostly in the way you no longer need him to defend you on the playground. He still would, though, and he often tries on nights out when someone tries testing your patience. 

Jungkook would never hurt a fly, but he’s got an entire sleeve of tattoos, multiple piercings, and broad shoulders, so he uses his outward appearance to his advantage and scares people away when necessary.

You don’t respond to his taunt, instead you slowly slide across the fabric of the couch, as quietly as you can so he doesn’t pick up on the movement. He, of course, notices right away, and a cheshire grin appears before your eyes.

Standing up like lightning, you make a break for your bedroom, but you only reach the back of the couch before his arms are clinching you by the waist. 

“No!” You shout and kick the air as he tugs you back towards the furniture. 

“You asked for this.”

“Koo, no!” 

He drops you unceremoniously onto the cushions where you flail in an attempt to escape, but it’s futile because Jungkook is already bending down to tickle your sides. Hysterical laughter fills the space as his fingertips pitter-patter on your skin. Your best friend is ruthless as always, never halting his actions even as you squirm and swat at him to get away. 

“Say you’re sorry, Bambi.”

“Jungkook, I’m gonna fucking pee my pants,” you threaten.

“Not my problem,” he responds. 

You gasp and recoil when he starts tickling your neck, rendering you completely useless to do anything but suffer. Eventually, your brain returns from its momentary vacation and you find the will to fight back, grabbing his hands and pulling them away as you attempt to catch your breath. Jungkook’s smiling like the devil himself above you and you resist the urge to slap the smirk right off his handsome face.

This behavior is par for the course for you both, because you’re a brat who likes to test his limits, and he’s too competitive to let you have the last laugh. 

Jungkook stands to his full height, smirk still intact, while you struggle to slow your jackrabbiting heart. He moseys over to your bookshelf to survey its contents, and once you’re sitting up again, you chuck a throw pillow across the room at him. It meets his back before pathetically falling to the floor. Jungkook doesn’t even flinch. He just shakes his head and tsks at your feeble attempt at payback.

His fingers trace over the items occupying your bookshelf before settling on a thin rectangle and removing it from its home.

“Movie night?” 

He rests the corner of the DVD case against his head to show it off to you. You call him towards you with your hand so you can inspect the item for yourself. It houses a movie you haven’t seen in a long time, some low budget rom com with good sex scenes. Shrugging, you nod your head at him and watch as he goes to play the movie in your now ancient DVD player.

“I’ll go make popcorn,” you announce before standing and heading to the kitchen. 

Jungkook plummets into the couch and grabs your fuzzy blanket to spread over his legs. When you return with a large bowl of popcorn to share, he lifts the blanket and readjusts it to cover your legs as well. 

Neither of you pay much attention to the plot, too busy joking around when characters say stupid lines. You spend your time talking about your week and any plans for the upcoming weekend instead. Jungkook’s just finishing up his story about his boss accidentally unmuting himself on Teams when the first sex scene catches your attention. You both actually focus on the screen for the first time and Jungkook tilts his head while tonguing his cheek as the male character descends down the female character’s body and kisses her skin as he goes. 

“Do you ever think about it?” He asks as he throws a kernel of popcorn into the air and catches it with his mouth. 

“About what?” You look towards the screen. “Sex?” He nods and puts his arm behind you on the couch so he can face you. “Like, in general, or —”

“No, no,” Jungkook chuckles. “Like us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, have you thought about us having sex?”

The popcorn in your mouth goes down the wrong tube when you choke in response to his question. You hit your chest once to help it descend your esophagus before reaching for your drink on the coffee table. The time it takes you to gulp down the fizzy beverage isn’t nearly enough for you to gather your thoughts.

“Koo, what the actual fuck,” you scold him. 

“Is that a no?” He raises his eyebrows at you suggestively. “Because I know I have.”

“Ew, when?” 

“It’s not often, just like, every once in a while,” he explains. “I just think it would be fun! This is not me making some grandstand announcement about how I’ve always wanted you or some shit.” He readjusts so his entire body faces you directly. “Listen, we’ve done everything together. Skydiving, parasailing, swimming with dolphins, stealing from the grocery store, sneaking into the movies, you name it. Doesn’t it make sense that we should do everything before we aren’t able to anymore?”

“You forced me to go skydiving, Jungkook.” 

“That’s not the point, Bambi,” he playfully grits his teeth. “Eventually, we’re gonna settle down with our own partners and the window of opportunity will be gone. Why not try something new together while we still can?” 

Your teeth hold your bottom lip captive as your mind processes his proposal. Truthfully, you have thought about it, same as him. Not in some romantic, storybook way, but just from a perspective of knowing he’s a handsome guy with a great build and it would probably be a fun night for both of you. This conversation scares the shit out of you, though. Thinking about it is one thing, but attempting to manifest it into reality is a whole other beast. The list of things that could go wrong is longer than a CVS receipt. Then again, you and Jungkook have been through everything together and you’ve always made it out on the other side. 

“Koo, I don’t know…” you admit. “I love me some good casual sex with no feelings involved, but this is us we’re talking about.”

“Exactly!” He claps his hands together eagerly. “It’s us, probably the only two people in the whole world who nothing can come between.” Jungkook sighs and eats more popcorn from the bowl still in your lap. “I’m not trying to pressure you, Bams, I just really think we’d both have a great time. I mean, I’m hot, you’re hot, I’ve got a big dick, I’m sure your pussy is tight, what else could you want?”

You laugh at his reasoning, throwing your head back and holding the position as you blow air from your mouth. A couple anticipatory moments pass as your mind weighs the options. A large intake of air fills your lungs before you lift your head.

“Okay,” you murmur.

“Okay?”

“Okay, Koo.”

Jungkook giggles like a little kid, his feet stamping the ground repeatedly as he pumps his arms in excitement. Your laughter returns in response to his celebration, rolling your eyes affectionately at the familiar behavior of your childhood best friend.

“You said yes because I called you tight, is that it?”

Shaking your head, you push his shoulder back with your hand, using your other one to place the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. Jungkook’s eyes turn into big oases of black as his pupils dilate and conceal the normal chocolate color of his irises. You take your time straddling his thighs, your knees digging into the couch beside his hips. 

“No,” you answer him. Making a show of flipping your hair over your shoulder and bending down until you’re face to face. You avoid his lips, which are pouting slightly, to place a kiss over the tiny mole on his neck. “I said yes because you said you have a big dick and now I need to find out if that’s true,” you whisper into his ear. 

Your voice has a sultry edge you’ve never used in his presence before. Sitting back on your heels, you gaze at him with an innocent smile as you bat your eyelashes. 

Jungkook’s look of surprise is long gone, his eyes sharpening until they’re a quarter of their normal size as he stares you down. The muscles in his jaw clench and the skin of his brow creases, his eyebrows nearly kissing. Your eyes catch the thick vein in his neck pulsing with adrenaline and it makes your thighs tingle.

He laughs incredulously, running a hand through his hair as he tongues his cheek.

“Alright, so we’re doing it this way,” he muses.

In an instant, Jungkook is grabbing your hips and slamming you down into his lap. You gasp and brace yourself on his shoulders. Your reaction brings a satisfied smirk to his face, and you have the urge to roll your eyes again, but then his fingers rake into your hair and he yanks the strands to expose your throat. A needy whine passes through your lips as your neck beckons him to give it attention. He places a single, gentle kiss to your pulse point before leaving you wanting. A second noise of complaint is about to leave you when Jungkook finally starts devouring your neck with his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan quietly. 

Jungkook chuckles melodiously against the wet spots he’s leaving on you. The feeling of his warm breath on your skin forms goosebumps across your arms and sends a shiver straight down your spine. His teeth are maiming your neck as he works diligently to paint you in pretty, purple bruises shaped like his mouth. Once the artwork appears before his eyes, he licks over the mark and kisses it before moving to conquer another spot. 

Meanwhile, your hips spring into action and you start moving in languid circles across his lap. The initial plan is to keep the pressure of your movements teasingly light, but once you feel the apparent bulge forming in his pants, you can’t resist grinding down hard against his clothed cock. 

Jungkook groans responsively and bites into your skin with his canines.

Soon enough, he ceases his assault on your neck so his lips can travel across your shoulder instead. His fingers push your shirt down your arm so he can kiss and lick your skin unimpeached. You moan loudly, the rhythm of your hips picking up in tempo as he seeks out every inch of exposed skin he can.

“Fuck, I could come in my fucking pants, Bams,” he whispers. “Please don’t stop.”

His words only motivate you to push your hips into him harder. He groans again and nods his head approvingly. You agree with him internally, the friction from your underwear rubbing against your clit steadily sending you into a frenzy.

“So good, Koo.”

Jungkook hums and leans back to appreciate the portrait of his lips he’s left on you. His fingertips gently trace over the hickies and he wears a proud smile as he turns your head back and forth to examine his work. 

“You look so pretty, all marked up,” he praises. 

Pushing him down by his shoulders, you grab his face with both hands to kiss him. There’s an electric shock when your lips meet for the first time, but you aren’t sure if it’s only in your head or if he felt it, too. 

The kiss is anything but romantic. Within seconds you’re licking into his mouth and chasing his tongue while his teeth pull at your bottom lip. Jungkook moans and his fingers press down against your scalp. Tilting your head, you kiss him like he’s your only source of oxygen. Your body and mind are in overdrive, your thighs twitching with need and you need his lips to bring you back down to earth. 

He tastes sweet like the cola he was drinking and it makes your head spin. The pretty, pink, doll lips you’ve always admired are magical in the way they move. Jungkook has you trapped between his mouth and the hand on your head, but you don’t mind when he’s kissing you until your mind blanks. 

It's a scramble of fingers and hands as you undress one another as fast as humanly possible. His warm hands brush against your stomach as he lifts your top over your head. You feel his abs beneath your fingers when you tug off his shirt. Jungkook accidentally pinches your skin when unhooking your bra and you don’t even notice, too busy kissing him like your life depends on it.

When Jungkook sees your tits for the first time, he fucking loses it. His head hits the arm of the couch as it falls back, and the growl that comes from deep within his throat is fucking demonic. 

“God, you are so fucking hot,” he declares.

You’re unable to respond because he’s already wrapping his mouth around your nipple and tweaking the other with his fingers, forcing the air from your lungs instantaneously. Jungkook’s tongue circles your nipple a couple times before he sucks the erect nub into his mouth, keeping the same pace with his fingers on your other breast. 

The moans coming from you are unrecognizable in comparison to your normal timbre, and they only grow in volume when Jungkook switches sides and repeats his debilitating ministrations.

Lacing your fingers through his black strands, you pull his face away from your chest to see his eyes. He barely looks like himself anymore, a scorching fire behind his usual soft gaze. The image lights you up inside, and you kiss him again hard enough that he tumbles back into the couch cushions and brings you along with him. 

His hands explore the smooth skin of your back and shoulders, massaging you with his big hands as he traverses across the previously uncharted territory. 

“You’re so sexy, Jungkook,” you tell him as you kiss his jaw. “Everything about you.”

His skin is searing hot and flushed red, the tint going all the way down his neck and chest. You take your time moving across his jawline and throat, sucking just below his ear and letting your tongue trace the perimeter of his earlobe. Descending down his torso, you kiss his collarbones and pecs while digging your nails into his abs, your ample attempt at showing him exactly what you mean by your comment. 

“Need you, Bambi, so fucking bad,” he whines.

The only acknowledgment you give him is by looking up with a devilish smirk before your hands start to unbutton his jeans. You pull them down just enough to reveal his boxers and hold his eye contact while you kiss the fabric covering his cock. Jungkook’s hips twitch and his eyes squeeze shut, an undeniably sexy groan leaving him. Your hands caress his thighs while you mouth at his boxers and you can feel him getting harder with each press of your lips.

He hurries to pull his pants down the rest of the way while you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. When you tease him by letting them snap against his hips, he hisses and you see his Adam's apple bob. His hips buck towards your face desperately, making you snicker at his attempt to create friction. 

“Patience, Koo,” you tease him. Jungkook grits his teeth at your taunt, but only a second later the tension seeps from his body when you reach into his boxers and palm him. “Let’s see if you were exaggerating or not, hmm?”

Once his boxers are gone, you realize he was, in fact, under exaggerating. He knows it, too, because when you glance up, he’s smirking with pride, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. 

“Whaddaya think?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“How about you see how much that pretty mouth of yours can take?” 

One thing about you and Jungkook is you're both competitive as hell, and you’ll be damned if his whole dick isn’t situated down your throat soon just to prove a point.

Gathering spit in your mouth, you lean directly over his hard cock and let it slowly fall from your lips to his head. You wait for the sound of Jungkook moaning before doing it again, this time actually spitting instead of letting it drip down. Your hand gathers the saliva to spread it over his head and down his shaft. Your best friend is panting above you as he studies the way you work his cock with your hand. 

Jungkook is stupid fucking big, and you genuinely fear he’ll split you in half when you fuck. Not only is his dick long, but it’s so thick your fingertips don’t touch when you grasp him. He’s rock hard and throbbing in your hold and there’s a perfect bead of precum just waiting for you to lick. 

When you do, Jungkook cries out in pleasure and it's hands down the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. He’s always been the tough one between you, and having him like puddy in your hands is more satisfying than you care to admit. 

Your tongue flattens over his slit and you groan at the taste of his cum, your mouth already watering at the thought of more coming your way. You lick around his head in one long stroke and then circle your tongue just under the sensitive ridge. Jungkook whines at the feeling of your tongue on his aching dick. Your hand is still using your self-made lubricant to glide up and down his shaft. 

“Bams, fuck,” Jungkook pants the words across staccato exhales. 

It’s nearly impossible for you to say no to the man begging for your mouth, so you finally end your teasing and take him between your lips. You suckle on his head and let more saliva drip down his shaft before removing your hand to focus solely on the movements of your mouth. Your hands hold onto his muscular thighs as you finally take him deeper into your throat.

It definitely takes time for your lips and throat to adjust to his size. Each time you slide down his cock you take more of him into your mouth until your nose hits his pelvis. You breathe through your nose and stay there for a moment, swallowing and moaning around him. 

“Oh, shit.” Jungkook looks down at you in awe, watching in wonder at the way your lips stretch around his cock. “Bambi, holy fucking shit.” 

The chuckle you release sends vibrations around Jungkook’s dick and his hips buck up responsively. You moan again and squeeze his thighs, attempting to send a message that he’s free to repeat the action. He must interpret your message accurately because you feel him forming your hair into a makeshift ponytail and thrusting his hips up. 

Jungkook would never want to hurt you, so even though his body is screaming at him to animalistically fuck your mouth, his thrusts are shallow and modest.

Even so, his strokes make you gag every time his tip hits the back of your throat. He’s pulling on your hair and the sensation of being used like a sex toy makes your eyes roll back. Tears form and roll down to meet the drool that’s leaking from your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you suck harder to make a tighter fit for him. He’s appreciative, growling and yanking on your hair as a thank you. 

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he warns you. Hearing his words, you massage his heavy balls in your hand to push him over the edge. A broken moan comes from above you and his hips start to lose their cadence as his orgasm nears. “Can I… your throat…”

His words are clipped, but you understand and squeeze his thigh to give him permission. Within a single moment you start tasting his cum at the back of your throat. Moaning endlessly at how good he tastes, you move your lips up and down his cock as he comes, swallowing his seed and licking him clean at the same time. 

When you’re certain you’ve stolen every last drop and sucked him dry, you come up for air with a harsh gasp.

“Holy fuck,” you curse and massage your jaw. 

Jungkook grabs your chin with his hand and makes you look at him so he can see that you’re alright. You nod assuredly and sit back on your heels. 

“That was, on God, the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Jungkook states. 

You laugh and shove his chest, but he snatches your hand and pulls you towards him. He kisses you like he fucking means it, grabbing the side of your face so you can’t move an inch. Your moans meet in each other’s mouths as Jungkook sucks on your tongue to taste himself. 

“Can we move this party to the bedroom?”

Jungkook nods, his hand still caressing your face, before helping you up so you can both head to your room at the back of the apartment. When the door opens, your grey munchkin cat scurries out from behind the door. 

“Oh, Usagi, I forgot you were in there,” you say as she bolts for her scratching post. 

“Probably a good thing,” Jungkook notes, his eyes gesturing down to his dick still on display. 

You chuckle and grab his hand to lead him into the room before shutting the door behind you. He immediately takes a seat on the bed while you stay standing to pull your pants down your legs. 

Jungkook’s eyes trace the movement, his pupils blowing even wider when he sees your black lace panties and the evident wet spot on them. Reaching his hand out, you take it and stand between his legs. Your hands push his hair back, scratching at his scalp to hear the pretty moan that accompanies the movement. 

He leans forward and kisses your abdomen, just above your panties. You sigh as his lips traverse the expanse of your stomach and hips, leaving a hot, wet trail in their wake. 

“Koo, need you,” you whimper. 

The feeling of his teeth sinking into the skin of your waist makes you jump, but then he soothes the ache with his tongue. 

“You know, since you made me come already, I’m going to have to fuck you in other ways until I’m ready to go again,” he states. You hum in acknowledgment and he rests his chin against you to gaze upwards. “You gonna be able to handle that, Bams?”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

Jungkook scoffs and turns you around, slapping your ass harshly before pulling you down into his lap. You yelp at the sudden change in position, but the feeling of his warm chest on your back makes you melt into his embrace. 

“Do you even know me at all, Bams?” He scoffs again. “How many orgasms have you had in one night before?”

“Like… three?”

“Pussy fucking numbers,” he snaps. “We’re aiming for double digits here.”

“Jungkook!” You look over your shoulder at him in shock, but his facial expression is completely serious. “You’re joking.”

“No, I’m really fucking not.” 

“I’ll die.”

Jungkook just shakes his head disapprovingly and licks his lips. He grabs your jaw to turn your head, his hand diving into your hair again to hold you in place so he can ravish your mouth. His kiss has you completely hypnotized and you barely remember the conversation you were just having.

“How about we compromise and aim for five?” He suggests.

You want to kiss him too badly to muster a response, so you just hum in affirmation before turning around and bringing his lips to yours. He pulls you into him as he falls back onto the bed. Your legs return to their position on either side of his muscular thighs, and your lips work earnestly to kiss every inch of his face and jaw until they reach his neck. 

Your clothed cunt grinds over his dick as you mark him with a matching bruise to your own, the friction created by your panties making you groan. You continue to lick and torment the delicate skin of his neck while he guides your movements with his hands. 

All too soon, Jungkook stops you by grabbing your shoulder and you eye him curiously. His eyes flit around the features of your face for a minute. When he smiles in satisfaction, you know he’s got a tantalizing idea for how he’s going to make you come. 

“Sit on my face,” he commands. 

You don’t need to be told twice to get your pussy ate. 

Jungkook moves to the center of the bed and taps his chest to beckon you over. Bending to remove your panties, you look up in surprise when Jungkook halts your actions by grabbing your wrist. 

“How expensive were those?” He asks. 

“$20 maybe.”

“Leave ‘em on, I’ll buy you new ones.”

Sometimes you conveniently forget your best friend is rich until moments like these when he reminds you. 

When you and Jungkook were in college he coded and designed an entire video game in his spare time, because he’s a freaking genius, and then he sold said video game for millions of dollars. Now he works as a lead designer at the biggest video game company in the country and consistently makes six figures. 

Jungkook has a huge dick and an even bigger bank account, and here you thought God made everyone equal.

Shrugging at his instruction, you do as he says and climb onto the bed. As tactfully as possible, you maneuver your legs around Jungkook’s head and sit up on your knees so your core is a few inches above his mouth. His hands hold your hips and he takes the time to trace over your curves while looking up at your pussy slowly soaking the lace of your underwear. 

After several long moments of eager anticipation, he yanks you down by your thighs until the tip of his nose is tickling you. Your head tips back as you sigh, the feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit through your underwear satiating the craving for his touch. He presses a few chaste kisses to the black fabric as he nuzzles his nose into your cunt to give you more friction. You grip his hair beneath you as he continues to tease you with featherlight touches of his nose and mouth. 

“Koo, don’t,” you beg. 

His only reply is a hum and you feel the vibrations from it against your core. Then he bites at your underwear to give him access to your pussy before licking you from bottom to top. The fabric sinks between your folds as Jungkook’s tongue presses the panties into you and the friction feels unbelievable on your clit. 

Your hand yanks on his hair in appreciation as he continues to eat you out and use your sopping wet panties to pleasure you. 

Once he’s ready for more, his hands move towards your cunt and a loud ripping sound permeates the air. You gasp when you feel him throw your torn panties to the side before forcing your pussy down harder on his face. He collects all the essence you’re leaking with an erotic slurping sound. His tongue slides through your folds and fucks into your hole while his nose continues to apply pressure to your clit.

“Holy shit, Jungkook.”

He laughs against your pussy and slows down just enough so you can hear him.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Bams.”

Your free hand claws at the bed frame haphazardly as he eats you like it’s his goddamn job. He kisses your cunt messily, spitting into it and smearing your cum around his face along with his own salvia. His tongue travels up to your clit and the pure, unadulterated pleasure makes you scream. When he flattens the muscle against your sensitive nub you swear you’ll fall over, but his hands on your thighs are still holding you steady above him. 

“Koo, holy fuck.” Your head tips back and your nails bite into the fabric of the headboard. “Make me come, please.”

Jungkook moans responsively beneath you and dives in even deeper, licking you menacingly without reprieve while guiding your hips to ride his face. You take the hint and begin moving your hips on your own, letting your pussy press against all the outlines of his face as his tongue laps up your juices. 

He returns to your clit again and scrapes his teeth against it, causing tears to escape from your waterline as you whimper. Soothing the ache of his bite with his tongue, he slows to a tortuous pace as he kitten licks you for a while. You’re crying continuously now, your hips desperately seeking anything they can get as you move across his face in an erratic rhythm. Jungkook takes pity on you and finally sucks your clit into his mouth before moaning so he can send you right over the edge.

Your hand sinks further into Jungkook’s hair and your nails scratch his scalp as you come all over his face. The bedframe rocks from how hard you’re holding on while your legs shake from the force of your orgasm. Absolute, unbridled euphoria moves through you and makes your eyes roll back. 

Jungkook continues to lick your cunt until you jump from the oversensitivity and move away from his face. You hear a disappointed groan as you crash onto the bed beside him. 

“You taste so fucking good, Bams,” he tells you. “I could do that all fucking night.”

Chest swelling with pride, you’re about to reply when you feel something against your back and frown in confusion. The scratchy material rubs awkwardly against you and you bend away from it to grab it. 

Your soaked, ripped panties dangle from your fingers as you click your tongue and throw them into the trash can. 

“You’re a fucking gremlin,” you note.

Jungkook doesn’t respond to your statement, he just maintains eye contact while moving to kneel before pulling you closer by the waist. The pretty vision of him above you makes your breath hitch. 

His hand travels ostentatiously from your neck all the way down to your hip, lighting an internal fire within you wherever his touch goes. You wait with bated breath as his fingers dance across your skin until they reach your center. Jungkook deliberately teases you, his fingertips just barely touching your clit before moving away again.

You hiss and grab his wrist so his hand can’t move towards your pussy again.

“What?” Jungkook smiles down at you with a tilt of his head. “You’re not ready for more yet? We’re only at one of five, Bambi, we’ve got a lot more work to do.” He twists his hand out of your hold and presses down on your clit. You whimper and silently beg him with your eyes. “Plus, I’m an overachiever, so you know five is really going to be more like seven.”

“Seven?”

“Ilgop.”

“Fuck, don’t speak Korean to me right now. You know how hot it gets me.”

Jungkook giggles, his head falling into the crook of your neck. You smile at the sound and run your fingers through his hair. 

He takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, and you instinctively lean your head away to give him more of you. His lips caress you gently for a while, but then he growls against your throat and grabs your jaw to hold you still. Your gasp settles into a moan and Jungkook takes it as a cue to continue playing with your pussy. His fingers circle your clit and your noises become even needier. He dips into your folds to collect your cum so he can rub over your nerve endings and it nearly expels all the air from your lungs. 

Jungkook  touches you like he’s done it a million times already and that thought alone leaves you breathless. 

“Koo, baby, please,” you whimper in a tone even you don’t recognize. Jungkook’s big, boba eyes are back when he captures your gaze to wordlessly ask what you’re begging him for. “I don’t want to come. I want you.”

A dazzling smile appears on Jungkook’s lips, and a pretty, pink blush spreads across his cheeks and turns the tips of his ears red. 

“Alright, Bambi,” he responds with a peck. “Condom?”

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for more kisses.

“I’m on birth control.”

Jungkook kisses you again before you can do so yourself.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod against his lips. “Want you raw, Koo.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook chuckles. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Jungkook goes to pump his cock with his hand, but before he has the chance, you bring his palm to your lips and spit into it. He groans, his eyes rolling back, as he reaches down and uses your spit to fuck his hand. 

Your eyes follow the movement of his wrist jerking himself off. It’s honestly mouthwatering to watch his thick cockhead push past his fingers as he gets himself hard again for you. 

He kisses your shoulder and collarbone, then licks up your neck until he reaches your ear. His teeth softly sink into the cartilage. 

“You ready for me, Bams?” 

His deep voice melts your insides into goo and forces your brain into another frequency. Everything is static except for the feeling of his body hovering above yours. 

All you do is nod your head in response to his question.

Jungkook’s tip pushes past your tight circle of nerves and already you feel too full to function. A wanton gasp and whimper follow the intrusion as he slowly enters you for the first time. Your nails create crescents on his shoulders as you inhale through your nose to relieve the pressure in your core.

“Koo… you’re so fucking big,” you whine. 

“I know, I know,” he chuckles. 

He kisses your temple appreciatively. 

By the time his entire cock is deep within your walls, his pelvis pressing against your own, you already feel yourself losing it. Jungkook fills you up completely, and you can barely bring yourself to exhale the air you’re holding in. 

“Fuck, Bambi, are you a virgin or some shit?”

“You know damn well I’m not a virgin,” you grit.

Jungkook groans deeply as his head falls forward and his hair tickles your cheeks when he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Then what the fuck are you so fucking tight for?” 

You loudly hum and pretend to think it over before glancing at him with a sultry tilt of your head.

“I think my pussy’s just that good,” you say. Pulling his face down so it’s only centimeters away, you let your lips brush for a split second before replying. “And it’s all yours, Jungkook. So fuck me like you mean it.”

Jungkook rears back and ferociously thrusts into you before your next breath can even exit your lungs. 

“Oh, fuck!” 

A sinister chuckle comes from your best friend.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

Any semblance of control is forcefully taken away when Jungkook grabs your hands and slams them into the mattress above your head. Simultaneously, he begins pumping his cock into you at a disastrous pace and you can’t do anything but incoherently moan. 

There’s no adjustment period, no slow-moving start. Jungkook is already fucking you like a goddamn ragdoll made solely for his pleasure. 

“Koo, oh my fucking God,” you cry. It’s barely been a minute and hot, salty tears are already streaming down your face. 

Jungkook kisses you and his moans filter into your mouth. His grip on your hands is bruising and it makes you whimper pathetically against his lips.  

“Jungkook,” you sob as he abuses your pussy. 

“Shh, shh.” He kisses you gently. “You can take it.” He kisses your cheek and up the side of your face. “I got you, Bams.”

You keen and your hands clasp around Jungkook’s in an effort to protect whatever’s left of your sanity. 

His cock is buried in your pussy but you swear you feel yourself choking on him in your throat. Every time his tip kisses your cervix you fear being split in two and yet there’s nothing you want more than for him to continue. You want him to rip you in half if it means feeling this full. He’s combining his strokes with a grind of his hips and it makes your cunt greedy for him, sucking him inside and squeezing his cock so he’ll never leave again. 

Jungkook is throbbing and scorching hot inside you and the heat travels from your pussy throughout your entire body, lighting a fire in your bones and between your muscles that only he has the ability to stifle. 

Your senses are amped up to ten and you scream over how deep he’s sending his dick into you. 

The fire escapes externally when Jungkook releases your hands to explore your body instead. They travel down your entire outline until they find your hips and he tilts them upwards to create a new angle. 

“Fuck, I always knew your pussy would feel this good,” he grunts. “You’re a fucking dream.”

The combination of the closer angle and Jungkook’s praises genuinely turns you to ruins, scattering pieces of your soul around and covering them in ivy. You kiss him again even though you know there’s no use, you’re shattered already. You devour his mouth, responding to his compliment through the movement of your lips instead of the words your body can’t produce at the moment. 

Your fingers tilt his head so you can mouth at his sharp jaw, letting your tongue slide across his skin as he growls in your ear. Alternating between biting and kissing, you soak his honey skin in your spit and listen for the moans coming from deep within his chest. 

“You feel so good, Koo,” you whisper into his ear. “Your cock fills me up so fucking well.”

“Shit,” he grunts. Jungkook grabs your thighs and pulls them up higher until you’re practically bent in half, your knees next to his shoulders. “So fucking good. You take me like a fucking champ, Bambi.”

Jungkook slows his pace by a hair, but only so he can thrust into you harder. Each clap of your skin connecting pulls a pornographic moan from your throat. You feel his balls slapping against your ass and the way your bodies are pressing together adds just the right amount of pressure on your clit. 

It makes for a mind boggling combination that has your brain disintegrating into nothingness. 

Your next orgasm is looming just around the corner. It builds inside you like a rollercoaster slowly moving up the track. Jungkook ups his pace again when he feels the telltale signs of your cunt pulsing and tightening around him like a vice. 

“Cream my cock, Bams,” he commands. “C’mon, beautiful.”

A splintering gasp chokes you as you obey and come around his dick, coating his entire shaft in white essence. 

The climax is brain chemistry altering. It feels as though your blood is ablaze and your heart can’t beat fast enough to push it through your body. Your legs clamp around his waist as they shake and convulse from the pleasure. All the while, Jungkook continues fucking his cock into your hole and sending you straight into oversensitivity subspace. 

You’re still catching your breath when you grab Jungkook tightly by the shoulder to halt his movements. He looks at you with curious eyes, but he doesn’t completely stop, just slows down significantly and thrusts shallowly into you.

“Wanna ride you, Koo,” you tell him. “Wanna make you come so you can stuff me and watch it drip out.”

Jungkook closes his eyes, his teeth grinding together. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you can’t just say shit like that and expect me not to bust!”

You laugh mischievously as he grabs you by the waist to flip you both over. Your bodies are only parted for a mere moment before you’re sinking back down onto his dick and scratching at his pecs with your nails. 

“Oh my God, I didn’t think it was possible for you to reach any further inside me,” you note.

“Of course, Bambi, gonna rearrange your fucking guts,” Jungkook proudly states.

It’s disturbing how exciting the thought of that is.

The rhythm of your hips is nowhere near as monstrous, letting his cock slowly leave your cunt before feeling him fill you up again one inch at a time. Using his chest to stabilize yourself, your thighs work religiously to bounce and fuck yourself on him. You look towards the ceiling, a groan rising from your throat due to his thick cock pressing against your walls and hitting just the right spot inside you. 

Jungkook reaches up to play with your tits dangling over his face, massaging them in his big hands before pushing them together. His fingers pinch your nipples until they’re pebbled and stiff. He leans forward to take one into his mouth and you have to grab onto his hair for support. 

He smacks your ass and you yelp, but you understand the message he’s trying to send and pick up the pace. You push him back down and lean over so your hard nipples are pressing against the heat of his chest. 

“Atta girl,” he praises with another stinging slap of his hand on your ass. His digits make a home in your hair again and he uses the leverage to force you to stare into his eyes. “Pussy s’fucking good, Bams.” Jungkook kisses across your neck torturously slow before speaking again. “So fucking tight, warm, wet… could stay in here for-fucking-ever.”

“Koo,” you whisper breathlessly.

Your hips swivel in desperation to send his dick as deep as it can go, honestly hoping your guts do part for him so his cock can nestle permanently inside you. 

“You gonna come again?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good,” he speaks into your ear. “Come on my big, fat cock, babygirl.”

The moan you let out is the most humiliating sound to ever come from your body. 

Luckily, no more are able to escape because Jungkook kisses you senseless. His tongue shoves into your mouth and licks around your own as you bounce on him as fast as your thighs will allow. He perpetuates your efforts by grasping your hips and rolling his own against you. It creates the perfect amount of friction on your clit and sends you tumbling into a pool of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Jungkook!”

You weep over the intensity of your orgasm while he continues kissing you. Not wanting to lose an ounce of momentum, Jungkook takes over for you as your orgasm paralyzes your mind. 

He fucks you relentlessly to bring about his own climax and the sound of your skin clapping together is so loud you worry it will shake your doorframe and alert the neighbors. 

“Gonna fill you up, Bams,” he warns you. 

He thrusts hard once, twice, sending his cock so deep you swear you see your stomach bulge, and then he grunts and a strangled cry breaks from his lips as he paints your pussy with his cum.

The heat of it makes your eyes roll into your skull.

You kiss him through the come down, slowly traversing across the bottom half of his face and scraping his jaw with your teeth. He moans weakly, the hand still in your hair moving down to your neck and squeezing it affectionately. You make out as he goes flaccid within you, the mixture of your juices slowly dripping out and soaking your thighs. 

Jungkook grabs your ass in both hands and massages the fatty flesh like he owns it, giving you one final spank to tint your skin red in the shape of his hand.

“Jungkook,” you mumble against his lips. “That was s’fucking good.”

A prideful chuckle meets your ears as Jungkook rests his head against the pillows to gaze up at you. 

“Yeah? Told you we’d have fun,” he brags. 

Lifting yourself off of him, you curse at the sticky mess between your legs. In one motion, you swing your leg over Jungkook’s thighs and fall down next to him with a bounce. You’ll worry about the sheets being drenched in the morning. 

Jungkook grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles before holding it against his heart thumping wildly in his chest. 

“Thanks for trying something new with me, Bams,” he says sincerely. 

Your eyes meet with twin smiles. Running your fingers through his hair, you tuck a piece behind his ear and lean in to give him a final peck of gratitude. 

It takes a minute for your body to stop screaming at you so you can stand. When you head for the bathroom, Usagi meows angrily from her spot just beyond the door. You coo at her and bend down to scratch under her chin.

“I’m sowwy, baby,” you apologize to the little creature. 

She saunters right past you to hop on the bed and curl up next to Jungkook who’s covering his bare body with your comforter. His eyes light up when he sees her approaching and he bends down to kiss her little head repeatedly until she meows at him to stop. 

You return from the bathroom in a large sleep shirt fresh from the dryer and toss a pair of equally fresh sweats to Jungkook. Both items are originally his, anyway. 

He eyes you knowingly when he clocks the familiar article of clothing. His tongue clicks with a single shake of his head before he’s slipping the pants on and securing them around his hips.

“You want me to sleep on the couch like usual?” He asks with his arms behind his head. 

You scoff affectionately.

“You already look pretty comfortable right there, Koo,” you retort.

“Oh, I am.” He pets Usagi dramatically as she purrs. “And Usagi wants me here, you can’t so no to her!” 

“You’re right, I can’t.”

Jungkook lifts the covers so you can join him in the snuggle puddle he and your cat are partaking in. You make yourself comfortable beneath the sheets and he mirrors you, much to Usagi’s chagrin since she’s sequestered to the foot of the bed to accommodate the extra body. 

It takes you all of thirty seconds to fall asleep once your head hits the pillow, and Jungkook is already halfway into dreamland himself when you do. 

You wake with a pounding headache and unbelievably sore thighs. Groaning at the aches and pains, you leave your bed and attempt to walk normally even though you feel like you got fucked by a semitruck instead of your best friend. It’s a mess of stumbling feet and running into furniture corners as you groggily head to the kitchen for some pain pills. 

Grabbing some for Jungkook after swallowing your own, you head back and set them along with a water bottle on your nightstand for when he wakes up. 

The smell of breakfast must coax Jungkook back into the land of the living because he stumbles out from your bedroom soon after it’s ready. You laugh at the way his hair sticks up in a million directions and his eyes barely open. 

“Morning, sunshine,” you sing-song.

He only greets you with a wave as he heads towards your bathroom. 

When he emerges again he looks slightly more put together, at least, you can see his big, brown eyes again as he makes his way to you.

“Morning,” he says. 

“Brekkie?”

You push a plate of assorted breakfast food towards him before turning around to place your own in the sink. He eats with that lovable scowl on his face which indicates you successfully cooked him a worthwhile meal. 

Neither of you bring up the events which took place last night because you don’t need to, there’s no unspoken tension or uncomfortable vibes floating around. Jungkook was right when he said nothing can come between you, and as fun as it was, now everything just goes back to normal.

It does not stay normal for long.

ONE

Women are beautiful, complex, intricate beings, whose bodies and minds can do extraordinary things. Women can move mountains when they strive to and you’re proud to call yourself one. 

Simultaneously, they can be dumbasses who can’t remember when their last period was. 

While sitting at your desk typing up a bullshit report for some bullshit exec who can’t be bothered to read his own emails, you open the drawer on your left. It houses all your office essentials like pens, tape, paper clips, and tampons. 

Your head tilts as you examine the colorful packaging you haven’t seen in a while. There seems to be a lot of them, especially since you usually run out and have to restock halfway through hell week.

Glancing up at your calendar, you count the weeks backwards and then flip it one month prior to check the exact date. 

You laugh aloud to yourself, because, surely, you just forgot to mark the calendar like you always do and you don’t remember restocking the tampons after your period ended. That must be the case because there’s no way in hell you’re two weeks late. It’s simply an impossibility and abundantly more plausible that your memory is failing you rather than your body. 

The skin of your lower lip is bitten raw as your eyes flit between the calendar and the menstrual products which are both staring into your soul. If they could speak, you think they’d be saying “we know what you did.” 

Pushing away from your desk, you take a deep breath and decide the best course of action is to walk around the office. 

Maybe seeing the inside of a bathroom stall will jog your memory of the last time you were bleeding, or passing by the kitchen will force you to recall when you last grabbed some extra candies from the community bowl. 

It’s all for naught. Your excursion around the building is an utter failure, and suddenly the walls of the office feel as though they’re closing in on you. 

Deciding to head home after lunch because you can’t focus anyway, you stop at the corner store by your house and grip your purse strap to stop your hands from shaking as you enter the women’s health aisle. The hundreds of pregnancy tests glare at you from their place on the shelf and you have to sink your teeth into your battered lower lip again to stop anxious tears from forming. 

This must be some horrible nightmare, you tell yourself. You’re gonna wake up and realize you fell asleep at your desk because your job is just that boring. The sharp pinch you apply to your arm forces you to stop lying to yourself.

Groaning in frustration, you analyze both the brands and prices of the demonic little fortune tellers and choose two each from multiple different brands because you need to be real fucking sure. 

You’re two years shy of thirty and you still feel like you’re having a teen pregnancy scare. 

The woman behind the counter is smiling as she places the tests into a bag. It’s probably because she believes you’ll be ecstatic about a positive result and run straight home to tell your husband. Most women your age would be doing so, but you don’t have a husband, you have a childhood best friend who you decided to hook up with for funsies. 

The abundant traffic you hit on the way home only makes your swirling whirlpool of nerves worse, and by the time you’re unlocking your apartment door and rushing to the bathroom, your lip is bleeding from how much skin you’ve ripped. 

You bought six tests, like a crazy person, and so it takes a couple minutes for you to successfully pee on all of them and place them on the counter with their caps on. Setting your phone timer for three minutes, you sit on the toilet seat to wait the eternity of 180 seconds. 

The anticipation eats away at your insides like sulfuric acid, and your leg bounces forcefully as though you’re going through withdrawal. 

Your mind is somersaulting over itself and flopping on the ground like a fish out of water as you wonder how this is even possible. You’re on birth control, and you checked your pills before leaving work; you didn’t miss a single one. 

There’s always the horror stories about the unlucky .01% of women whose contraceptives fail due to stress or poor health, but you don’t think that applies to you. Sure, you don’t join Jungkook at the gym, and work makes you wanna pull your hair out, but you feel great most days. 

The timer derails your train of thought with an incessant buzz. Glancing at the counter, you reach for one of the tests with shaking hands as you pray for the right result. 

Once you find the courage to actually look, your heart stops, and when you stand to see your plethora of pregnancy tests side by side, your eyes bulge from your skull. 

Staring back at you like the fates themselves are three matching sets of a plus sign, two parallel lines, and the word “pregnant.”

Hands slapping against your mouth, you gasp into your palms as reality forces its way into the bathroom with you. Your eyes squeeze shut as tears break from the confines of your waterline. You shake your head a couple times, trying to get your mind files back into their rightful places. It doesn’t work, and all the papers which make up your consciousness go flying all over the place. 

The cacophony of emotions on top of your disembodied mind forces your senses to scramble and discombobulate. 

You’re scared, worried, sad, confused, and shocked, but somewhere inside you’re happy, too. Being a mom is a huge dream of yours and even if it’s unexpected, it’s still a dream come true. 

Unfortunately, happiness is the lowest emotion on the totem pole, and your negative emotions are much closer to the surface. 

Running your hands down your face, you gaze at the tests as a sob shakes through you. You brace your hands on the counter and allow yourself to cry through all of the emotions. The heavy tears drop into the sink below you one by one as you decide what to do next.

First things first, you have to tell the baby’s father.

“Fuck, he’s gonna fucking kill me.” Tipping your head back to send the loose tears back from whence they came, you blow air from your mouth and close your eyes. “He’s gonna hate me. He’s gonna lose his shit and never wanna see me again and I’m gonna —” A sob slices through your windpipe and causes your voice to break. “I’m gonna lose him.”

You hug your knees and let yourself freefall until your butt meets the tile. The floor is cold and your muscles ache from the force of your crash into the ground, but it serves as a momentary distraction from your mental anguish. The sound of your sorrow fills the space as you take heaving breaths and soak your jeans with tears. Usagi scratches at the door and the sound of her little paws calling for you breaks your heart.

Stretching towards the door, you reach and turn the doorknob just enough for it to open. 

You watch fondly as your cat’s little legs carry her to your side. When she reaches you, she jumps into your lap and curls into an adorable ball of love. Fresh tears fall over the sweet affection she’s giving you, and you bend down to kiss her and rub your face in her fur.

“You’re gonna be a big sister, Usagi,” you tell her. 

Eventually, you calm down enough to stand and find your phone. You don’t think you can handle Jungkook’s voice right now, so you text him to come over whenever he’s free. He replies within a few minutes saying he’s got one more meeting and then he’ll be there. You mindlessly stare at his text message as anxiety simmers in your gut. This might just be the one thing that finally comes between you two. 

When Jungkook arrives you’re pacing in a trance around the living room. He unlocks the door with his key and kicks it open since his hands are full with takeout containers. Your eyes threaten to water when you realize he’s bringing you dinner without you asking. 

Your best friend is thoughtful, deliberate, and so, so kind, and here you are about to shatter his world as he knows it.

At the very second his two feet step into your apartment, you scurry across the floor and throw your arms around his neck. He takes an involuntary step back and drops the bags when you barrel into him, a deep chuckle coming from his chest that you feel against your own. 

“Bams?” 

His arms wrap around you on instinct, one of his hands resting on the back of your head to cradle you closer. 

You manhandle the emotions trying to escape back into their cages. You want, no, need, at least one more moment with him as you are now, before everything changes forever.

“Sorry,” you say as you reluctantly let go. “Rough day.”

“Well, I brought kimchi fried rice, so it can’t be that rough,” he jokes. 

You fake a smile and nod in agreement before grabbing one of the containers to bring it to the kitchen. Once he places the second one down, you tap your nails against the countertop and contemplate whether or not to wait. Jungkook, clearly oblivious to your turmoil, is already moving towards the fridge to grab a drink before sitting on the couch. It’s now or never, you suppose.

Each step you take to stand across from him feels like trudging through concrete and the overwhelming anxiety is gnawing at you like a wild animal. The notion that this could be the last time you see him smiling at you or have the ability to hear him laugh is debilitating.

You click your heels once you’re opposite him on the other side of the coffee table. He raises an eyebrow at you in a silent question, but you ignore his confusion and fill your lungs with the charged air.

“I’m pregnant.”

You didn't know silence could be so deafening. 

Jungkook’s cola bottle falls from his hands onto the floor with a plastic boing sound. The noise feels inappropriate for the tension of the room. His pupils are shaking as his eyes grow in size exponentially and the skin between his eyebrows creases as his lips part. Even from here you can see his mouth’s run completely dry. 

You take another deep breath, but you aren’t able to stop your emotions from leaking out anymore. 

“And I’m really, really scared,” you say as your voice breaks. 

Jungkook immediately snaps out of his daze when he hears your tone of voice, all of his previously tense features softening as he stands to reach you. 

The next thing you know, his warm hands are caressing your cheeks as he brushes the tears away.

“Hey, hey, Bambi,” he whispers. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” You cry harder at the gentle nature of his voice, like he’s worried he’ll break you if he talks too loud. “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me, alright? We’ve got each other. That's all that matters.”

“You aren’t mad?” 

“Mad?” Jungkook tilts his head in confusion. “You thought I would be mad at you, Bams?” You nod as best you can with your face caught between his hands. Jungkook frowns deeply. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because… because my birth control fucking failed and now we’re… we’re gonna be parents and —”

“That’s not your fault,” Jungkook interrupts. “I’m the one who creampied you, Bambi.”

“Yeah, but I told you to.”

“Oh, I assure you, I would’ve asked if you hadn’t.”

Despite your current emotional state, you laugh at his explanation. Your tears slowly, but surely, subside after a few more minutes. Gripping his wrists, you remove his hands from your face and hold them instead. 

“I’m still sorry,” you say quietly. 

“Don’t apologize,” he responds, then tilts your chin up. “You’re gonna make me a dad, Bams. That’s nothing to apologize for.”

The sigh of relief you exhale is exuberant. A smile creeps onto your face and Jungkook mirrors the expression before a mischievous grin appears instead. 

He encompasses your waist and lifts you into the air in one swoop, you screech at the sudden movement and koala him to keep yourself from falling. He giggles incessantly as he spins you both around in circles in the middle of your living room. 

“Koo! Put me down!”  

He obeys after a moment, but not before bending his knees to dip you down towards the floor. You squeal until a fit of laughter overtakes you as he slowly brings you both back up to his full height. 

“I’m so happy, Bams, you have no idea,” he tells you wholeheartedly. 

Once the laughter subsides, you inhale fondly and caress his jaw with one of your hands.

“Me, too,” you admit. 

A full blown bunny smile greets you and Jungkook nuzzles his nose against yours, making you giggle and blush a rosy pink hue. When your feet are on the earth again, you head for the kitchen, but Jungkook stops you with a hand to your forearm.

“Can I…” Jungkook begins to ask, his eyes glancing towards your stomach. 

“Can you what, Koo?” 

“Can I, ya know, touch?” 

Looking down at your stomach, which is still identical to its normal size, you raise an eyebrow at him, but find yourself nodding yes anyway.

He giggles delightfully and places his palm over your abdomen, where soon enough you’ll have a baby bump. 

“Man, this is fucking awesome.” You find yourself chuckling at his excitement over literally nothing at all yet. “Can I come to your doctor’s appointments?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to go to them without you,” you answer. “I still have to make the first one. I only took the tests a couple hours ago.” 

“Were you alone?” He’s frowning as he asks, regret evident in his tone. 

“Usagi was there.”

Jungkook scoffs, chuckling knowingly as he shakes his head and follows you into the kitchen. 

You eat together as though you didn’t just deliver life alternating news. Which honestly, is the only outcome that ever would’ve come to fruition. Perhaps the staggering emotions of finding out you’re pregnant made you forget just how much you two love and care for each other. Your friendship is backed by nearly three decades of time spent together, and even something as massive as a baby can’t shake that foundation. 

What might shake the foundation of a house is the screams of joy your mothers are going to let out when you tell them. They’ve been begging you for a shared grandchild since you graduated college. 

Jungkook is supportively holding your hand as you two stand on the front porch of your house, which is conveniently down the street from his house, because that’s just how close your parents are. You can’t blame them, you’re sure you and Jungkook will be the same one day, especially now. 

The memories of your childhood are flooding through your mind while you stand in the familiar location. It gets you thinking about all the new memories you’ll make with your own child one day. 

Releasing the tension from your neck, you nod at Jungkook to let him know you’re ready. He returns the gesture and lets go of your hand to knock on the door. Unsurprisingly, it’s his mother’s face who comes into view from the other side of the screen door.

“Oh, Kookie! What are you two doing here?” She asks cheerfully.

“What are you doing here, Mom?” Jungkook asks as he hugs her. 

“Oh, you know I practically live here.”

You laugh, knowing how right she is, and give her a big, bear hug. Her comforting presence always eases your anxieties, especially now when you’re worried about their reaction to your news. 

She guides you through the house as though it’s her own and leads you into the kitchen where your mom is cooking dinner. You greet her with a hug and kiss on the cheek as she stirs the pot on the stove. Jungkook follows suit, resting his head on her shoulder as he hugs her side. 

Your mom tells you she’s nearly done and to go sit. She joins you a few minutes later after turning the stove off and removing the food from the heat.

“Seriously, kids, what did you come all this way for?” Jungkook’s mom asks once you’re all sitting around the kitchen table. 

“It’s not that far,” you say. 

“No, but you two never show up unannounced like this,” your mom states. 

“We have something to tell you,” Jungkook says. 

His hand finds yours under the table and gives it a comforting squeeze, out of the eyesight of your mothers. Your petrified eyes flicker towards him, but he just nods and smiles reassuringly at you. You lick your lips and sit up as a way of giving yourself a moment of reprieve before you change the entire atmosphere of the home. 

“I’m pregnant,” you announce. “We’re having a baby.”

“WE?” They scream in unison. 

You instantly lose all their attention. They’re too busy screaming like school girls while clasping their hands together and shaking them in excitement. You and Jungkook share a sideways glance and have to suppress a laugh. 

“When did this happen? How long have you been dating?” Your mom asks.

Both your faces pale at her question, not thinking far enough ahead to prepare for these types of inquiries.

“Um, we’re not,” you tell her. 

“What do you mean, you’re not? How did you get pregnant then?”

Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat and messes with the collar of his shirt as tension fills the room. Never in a million years did you think you’d be talking about your and Jungkook’s sexscapades with your moms. 

“We just hooked up, a one time thing,” you answer. 

“So, you’re not together?” His mom wonders. You both shake your heads, hating the look of disappointment that crosses their features. “Are you gonna try?”

“Maybe… maybe one day, Mom,” Jungkook answers. “But right now we just wanna focus on being the best parents we can be.” 

They reluctantly accept his answer before moving onto all the nitty gritty details like asking when your next appointment is, if you’re going to find out the gender, etc. 

The four of you eat dinner together but unfortunately, your dads are away on a fishing trip together, so you don’t get to tell them the news tonight. Your moms promise to relay their reactions to you through the phone upon their return. 

With your parents out of the way, your friends are up next to bat, but you don’t expect that announcement to go as well as this one. 

Your first gynecologist appointment is the following week, and you and Jungkook both take the day off from work so you can go together. It’s pretty nerve wracking, but you’re mostly excited to see the first ultrasound pictures of your little peanut. 

Jungkook drives you to the appointment in his black Mercedes Benz and it lowkey makes you feel like his knocked up sugar baby. He didn’t grow up with money, so he’s still humble, but he definitely enjoys splurging on his choice of car, if anything. It’s certainly not a bad thing to be having a kid with someone who’s financially well off, but you hate taking advantage of Jungkook’s wealth even when he offers. 

He reverses the car into a parking spot, his arm moving to the headrest behind you as he looks over his shoulder to fit in the space. Upon exiting the car, you come around the hood where Jungkook is waiting for you with his hand out. You take it without a second thought and lace his fingers with yours as you walk into the dauntingly large medical building together. 

Your foot rapidly taps against the elevator as it inches up to the third floor. When the doors open after what feels like an eternity, the office can only be described as a haven for expecting mothers.

Everywhere in sight there are women with swollen bellies of varying degrees, most of them accompanied by their doting partners. As you scan the room, you notice one thing in common with almost all of them; they all have big, shiny rings on their fingers. 

You pout instinctually, green envy coating your insides. It’s not as though you’ve been hunting for a husband, it’s honestly been the last thing on your mind, but you’d be lying if you said you aren’t jealous they have spouses and you have a baby daddy. You love Jungkook, more than anything in the world, and there isn’t anyone else you can imagine having a kid with, but it’s not the same as these men and women looking at their pregnant partners like they hung the stars in the sky. 

Jungkook notices your unintentional scowl and tugs on your hand to grab your attention. He raises an eyebrow at you, but you just shake your head and proceed towards the reception desk. 

“Hi, an appointment under Jeon,” you tell the woman behind the desk. You hear Jungkook make a noise of curiosity from beside you. “Figured we should do everything under the baby’s last name, it’s simpler that way.”

“The baby’s gonna have my last name?” 

His eyes sparkle with wonder and your heart soars.

“Yeah, you’re the dad, Koo.”

“I know, but I thought since we aren’t together —”

“No,” you cut him off. “It’s baby Jeon, a hundred percent.” 

He smiles so big his eyes disappear and his bunny teeth make an appearance. You roll your eyes affectionately before turning your attention back to the receptionist as she hands you a clipboard with some paperwork to complete.  

Both of you have to call your respective mothers at one point while filling out the extensive medical history forms. Once the twenty or so pages are complete, Jungkook returns it to the receptionist before joining you again in the waiting room. You sit with identical bouncing knees as the minutes tick by in heavy anticipation.

When your name is finally called, the two of you leap up and hurry over to the nurse who’ll lead you to the observation room.

They take some vitals, draw your blood for the formal pregnancy test, and go over the paperwork, getting the more mundane, administrative details out the way before handing you a gown and instructing you to lay down for the ultrasound. 

Jungkook excitedly rubs his palms together and stomps his feet when the nurse leaves and you get ready to see your baby for the first time. 

Ever the gentleman, he looks everywhere but at you as you strip to put the gown on, which is so adorable you almost combust. He put a baby in you and yet he’s respectful enough to look away when you undress in front of him, what a fucking doll. 

Your feet tap an unknown melody against the stirrups as you wait and Jungkook scrolls on his phone absentmindedly. The doctor alerts you with a short knock before opening the door and popping her head in.

“Hi, you guys,” she greets you. She shakes Jungkook’s hand and then yours before rolling a stool over to sit between your legs. “How are you both doing?”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Good, good,” she smiles. “So, great news, you are indeed pregnant! Based on your hormone levels it looks like you’re about eight weeks along.”

Even though you know the exact date and time your baby was conceived, the sensual moment permanently etched into your memory, and it’s impossible to be anything else besides divine intervention, you still sigh in relief over everything lining up as it should. 

“Before we get to the ultrasound, I just want to go over a couple things that I always do with new parents, alright?” 

“Sure,” you agree with a smile. 

“Okay, we won’t be discussing labor and delivery until you’re a little farther along because there’s a lot to take in at first and it can be pretty overwhelming,” she explains. “I just want to make sure you both are in a good place, have everything you need from me, and availability to any resources you may need during this time.” She looks at you expectantly and you nod your head to convey you understand. “Alright, so tell me a little bit about yourselves.”

You gesture towards Jungkook and he points to his chest with his hand. When you nod, he clears his throat and sits up straighter.

“Hi, Jungkook, she calls me Koo,” he starts. “I’m a head video game designer and have a house just outside the city. I have a Doberman named Bam. I box in my free time… not sure what else you need to know.”

“No, that’s great,” she reassures him. She turns her attention to you.

“I’m Y/N, but he calls me Bambi, and don’t ask, we can’t remember why,” you laugh. “I’m an administrative assistant and rent an apartment in the city and have a munchkin cat named Usagi. In my free time I read, mostly.”

“So, you two don’t live together?” You both shake your heads. “Are you exes, just haven’t moved in together yet, something else?” 

“Best friends,” you tell her. Then, because it’s confusing for most people that you’re pregnant with your best friend’s baby, you continue. “We decided to have some fun one night and now we’re gonna be having fun together for the next 18 years.”

She laughs lightheartedly at your story.

“Alright, I like the sound of that. You’re supposed to be going through this with your best friend, anyway,” she says. “How long have you known one another?”

“I was strapped in a baby carrier to my mom’s chest in the hospital room while she was being born,” Jungkook states.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah,” you add.

“Well, that’s great, you two! You’ve got a long history together and that can only make for wonderful teamwork.”

There are some more details you discuss regarding the first trimester and the vitamins you’ll be taking. You go over the common symptoms for this time frame and how best to remedy them. Once that’s settled, she finally pulls out the ultrasound machine and you get jittery just from the sight. You’re so eager to see your baby and when Jungkook joins you by your side, he radiates the same energy. He’s sitting to your left now and you bend your arm up to hold his hand. Jungkook smiles at your actions and clasps his hand around yours with a tight squeeze. 

Jumping when you feel the cool gel on your skin, you ignore the novel sensation and wait impatiently for the image of your baby to appear on the monitor. 

Before you see anything, a steady, rhythmic thumping plays throughout the room. 

You and Jungkook gasp in unison.

“And that’s a heartbeat,” the doctor says with a big smile. 

Jungkook rests his head on yours and your free hand wraps around to tousle his hair affectionately. 

The visual on the screen doesn’t make much sense at first, but then the doctor pauses her movements along your abdomen and clicks the keyboard to take some still shots. 

“So, this is your baby,” she says while pointing to the small peanut shape amongst all the black and white fuzziness. “They’re about the size of a kidney bean right now.”

“A kidney bean!” Jungkook cheers. “How flippin’ cute.”

You giggle while glancing back at him. His starry eyes are shining and glossy while he admires the monitor showing him his future child.

“Are you two going to find out the gender? That will happen at your twelve-week follow up.”

“No, we’re gonna keep it a surprise,” you answer. 

“Great choice, it’s always so fun that way.”

She points out a couple more things on the ultrasound before turning the machine off and printing the pictures she took, making sure to print two copies so you and Jungkook can each have one. 

When you peek at him once the doctor leaves so you can get dressed, he’s staring at the photos while his thumb gently traces over the shiny paper right where your baby is. You feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, but keep them under control with a sniffle and scrunch of your nose.

TWO

You have two main friend groups, one which is mutual with Jungkook, consisting of six other guys and three girls besides yourself, and another group of all girls, four of them in addition to you. Sometimes you mix the groups, and they all get along just fine, some better than others, wink wink, but usually you see them on separate occasions. 

Tonight is monthly wine night with your girls, which, of course, you won’t be partaking in, although you plan on faking it. 

You’re unsure about telling your friends just yet. It’s been nice having this sweet little secret just between you and Jungkook, thoroughly enjoying the whispers of excitement you share as you admire your miniature baby bump together. Of course, that enthusiasm is shared between you and your mothers who message you daily for updates. 

The bump forming over your womb isn’t noticeable in the slightest unless you’re wearing something abhorrently tight, and even then, you look bloated at best. So, you can easily get away with hiding your little bundle of joy for a few more weeks. 

It’s a fact the girls will be absolutely ecstatic for you and completely supportive, so it’s not fear holding you back. Maybe judgment? The circumstances of your pregnancy are far from ordinary and you don’t want a lecture from anyone regarding your questionable choices. Your friends adore Jungkook, since they’ve known him as long as they’ve known you, and they’re fully aware of how wonderful he is, but being a friend and being a father are two very different things and it wouldn’t be totally unreasonable for them to have doubts.

Grabbing some wine to pass from the corner store, you drive to Nayeon’s place just up the road. The five of you rotate hosts monthly and tonight is her night. You won’t have the pleasure of hosting again for another four months since your turn was last month. You’re bringing wine along to keep suspicions to a minimum, and you plan on filling your glass with some sparkling grape juice you also snagged. 

When you arrive, Jihyo and Mina are standing by their cars cackling at something on their phones. As you exit and lock your car with a click, you wave and approach the laughing banshees with a smile.

Their faces shine bright when they see you and enthusiastically return the wave.

“Bitch, it’s only been a month and I missed you so fucking much,” Mina cries as she pulls you in for a crippling hug. 

“Are you drunk already?” You question due to her out of character language and how she’s slumping against you.

“Nooo.”

“Don’t worry, I drove her here,” Jihyo, ever the mom friend, assures you. 

You enter Nayeon’s apartment as a trio, her door already unlocked for the occasion, as you update each other on surface level things like work and hobbies. 

Nayeon and Tzuyu are in the kitchen with a glass of wine already in hand while they gossip about something. You know they’re gossiping because their expressions are dramatically shuffling through different emotions like shock, confusion, and disgust. 

They wave excitedly when they notice your entrance and quickly finish their conversation before joining you. 

Jihyo places Mina delicately on the couch and instructs her to stay still so she can grab her a glass of water. You follow Jihyo into the kitchen, peering over your shoulder at your other friend who’s now lackadaisically swaying side to side.

“Ji, why is Mina drunk off her ass right now?” 

Jihyo sighs as she grabs a cup and glances towards the living room to visually check on the topic of your conversation. 

“Her and Mingyu broke up.”

“No!” You gasp, your hands covering your mouth in disbelief. “Did he dump her?”

“She won’t tell me! She just sits on my bed and cries for hours.”

Jihyo and Mina are roommates, but Mina has been hoping to move in with Mingyu for a while now and was merely waiting for him to ask.

“Oh no, my poor girl.”

“I’m hoping tonight will help and maybe she’ll finally open up about what happened,” Jihyo says. “You wanna try my wine?”

“Oh, no, I’ve got my own,” you tell her and show off the bottle of fake alcohol you peeled the label off of. 

She recognizes your answer with a nod before heading back to Mina. By the time you return with her water she’s relaying the information to Nayeon and Tzuyu through tears and slurred sentences. 

You hug Tzuyu from behind and she warmly wraps her arms around your own to reciprocate the affection. After repeating the embrace with Nayeon, you take a seat on her armchair and pour the grape juice into the wine glass she left out for you. 

The five of you update each other like always, since that’s the main purpose of these get-togethers. It’s your sacred time to dive into the messy and dirty details of your lives over the last month.

Mina is unanimously nominated to go first once she’s consumed a couple glasses of water to sober her up a bit. She explains how her and Mingyu, her boyfriend of nearly four years, broke up because he isn’t ready to settle down. Apparently it was mutual, but she’s still head over heels for him and is having a terrible time trying to move on.

The four of you hold her while she cries until eventually, she tires herself out, and you move on to Tzuyu.

The conversation circles through everyone until you’re finally the center of attention. There’s a piece of you that still wants to stow away your secret for a little while longer, but you’re also so excited for them to share in your joy that you can barely stand holding it in.

“Okay, so, technically this happened two wine nights ago, but I wasn’t ready to tell you guys just yet,” you begin. You suck in a breath through your teeth and take a sip of your drink even though there’s no liquid courage in the glass. “Jungkook and I hooked up.”

The gasps from your friends are so loud you think they sucked all the air from the room. 

“No fucking way.”

“I freaking knew it would happen one day!”

“Oh my God?”

“Please tell me he’s got a big dick, I just know he has a big dick.”

You laugh into your glass at the multitude of different reactions before continuing. Sighing in content remembrance, you lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees.

“He’s. Fucking. Huge.”

Somehow, their gasps this time are even louder. 

“No, no, you need to spill right fucking now. I want every dirty fucking detail, baby,” Nayeon says.

“There honestly isn’t that much to tell. We were watching a movie, he brought it up, it happened, bada-bing bada-boom,” you state.

“Are you two together now?” Jihyo asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “We just wanted to see what it was like, you know?”

“Bitch,” Tzuyu scoffs. “You just told us your ungodly handsome, sweet, filthy rich, jacked as fuck best friend has a huge dick and you’re gonna look at me and say it was a one time thing?”

“You guys know it’s not like that with us,” you respond. “I love him, like, with everything in me, and obviously, I know how attractive he is, but I don’t get butterflies around him or think about him first thing in the morning.” You sit back in the chair. “The love I have for him is so much greater than romantic love. I mean, never say never, but we’re both completely content with the way we are.” 

“Hear hear,” Jihyo says with a clink of her nails against her glass. 

Nibbling on your lip, you count the bubbles floating in your drink as you decide whether or not you’re ready for the actual reveal.

“There is… more, though,” you quietly admit. Everyone leans in and you shake your head back and forth to prepare for the biggest confession you’ll ever make to them. “I’m pregnant.”

The gasps this time are so volatile two of them start coughing and Jihyo walks her ass straight out of the room with a hand over her mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up right now,” Nayeon snaps. 

“He knocked you up?” Mina’s drunk ass shouts. 

“Mmhmm.”

“Are you… happy about that?” Tzuyu tentatively asks. 

The massive grin forming on your face reveals your answer before you can give it, and you start nodding overdramatically while you giggle. 

“Oh my God! You’re pregnant!” Tzuyu cheers now that she’s aware of your excitement.

“You’re gonna be a mom!” Nayeon claps.

“We’re gonna be aunts!” Mina adds. 

Jihyo returns to the room with fresh tears on her cheeks.

“Ji,” you coo at her. 

She hiccups out a weak chuckle as she pulls you into her for a bear hug. The other girls follow suit and surround you until the five of you are basically cuddling in the middle of Nayeon’s living room. Suddenly, someone starts jumping and the force shakes the floorboards as you all join in and chant “yay yay yay” on repeat. 

The whimsicality of girlhood never fails to paint a smile on your face.

The following weekend you have plans with your other friend group. You usually rotate through a few different activities you all enjoy and tonight is karaoke, which is one of your personal favorites. 

Jungkook gets ready at your place so you can eat dinner together beforehand since the food at the karaoke bar is stupidly overpriced. He never fails to remind you he can afford it and is more than willing to pay for your meal, but you don’t like using his money unless it’s absolutely necessary. You’re a big girl who can pay for herself and he understands your desire for independence.

You’re at the vanity finishing your makeup when he enters with another bowl of rice he grabbed after finishing your meal. He takes up purchase on your bed and eats absentmindedly while his eyes follow the movement of your wrist coating your lashes in mascara.

The feeling of his stare creates goosebumps on your skin and an involuntary smile appears in the mirror. No doubt your foundation hides the blush springing forth as well.

“You look pretty, Bams,” he compliments. 

“Thank you!”

The now empty bowl meets your nightstand with a clank as he moves to stand beside you. He leans down until you’re side by side in the mirror and gives you his cheesiest smile. You snort at his antics and continue to giggle while dropping your mascara into the pile of other makeup tools. 

“Cute,” you tell him. 

He smiles successfully and extends his hands towards you. You graciously accept his offer and stand to your full height. Just as you’re heading for your closet to grab shoes, Jungkook ensnares your wrist and eyes you hopefully. Raising an eyebrow at his actions, you wait for him to speak his mind.

“Can I see it?” 

The eye roll is automatic at this point.

“Koo, my baby bump is not any bigger than it was a few days ago. It’s barely a bump as is! I could eat pasta and grow bigger than I am now,” you tell him.

“It doesn’t matter, I just like knowing they’re in there,” he says with a huge smile. “My little kidney bean.”

“They’re a plum now, remember?” 

Jungkook just stares you down expectantly rather than responding. Begrudgingly, but still with a smile on your face, you push your jacket away so he can see the barely noticeable hump over your abdomen. He giggles, his feet taking turns leaving the floor, and places both hands on you, caressing your womb ever so gently. 

“My little plum,” he sighs happily. 

You're so utterly endeared by him and his nature that it makes you sick. 

Once Jungkook is done holding the little plum, you leave to meet your friends at the karaoke bar. 

Throughout the drive you discuss whether or not to announce the pregnancy to your friends. Jungkook knows you told the girls, and was unnecessarily smug about their interest in his size, but your mutual friends are another animal entirely. 

Everyone met at one point or another during college and by graduation you’d become one massive, conjoined group of lovable idiots. All eleven of you are extremely close, even if the bonds you share are unique to each individual pair. You know things about one another no one else does and they’re always the first people you tell about good news.

Jungkook is more anxious than you about telling them, especially since he’s yet to let the cat out of the bag to anyone besides your parents. He’s the youngest among the boys and his biggest fear is disappointing them. Not that they would be, because even though they're a group of seven men, they’re the kindest people in the world, but Jungkook’s always been sensitive about their opinion of him because he idolizes them so much.

By the time you reach the bar you’ve mutually agreed to hold off for now and proceed to exit the car together. Jungkook instinctively places his hand on your lower back as you walk in and a hostess tells you which room your friends occupy.

Upon opening the door to the private karaoke suite, you’re met by the booming sound of cheers from all nine people packed inside. Everyone rises from their seats to hug you one by one before letting you settle into the couch across from the karaoke machine and mini stage. 

“What are you drinking tonight?” Yunjin asks you as she takes the seat to your right.

Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are already flipping through the songbook next to the stage for the perfect opening song. 

“Can’t, I’m Koo’s designated driver for tonight,” you tell her.

“We’re gonna be here for hours like always, you should have one, at least,” she says.

“Maybe,” you say with an appreciative smile. 

Lying to the people you love most isn’t exactly easy, especially when you already suck at it, but Yunjin seems to take you at your word and returns her focus to the opposite side of the room.

The opening beats of an R&B song fill the air and you turn your attention to the three jackals on stage as they belt their hearts out together. You admire them with a massive grin and are thoroughly impressed by how they manage to make complete fools of themselves while still hitting all the notes. 

The other girls join you sometime during the bridge, Chaewon taking the empty seat by you while Eunchae goes next to Yunjin. Eunchae tells everyone she got a promotion at work, so you clink your glasses together to cheer for her, yours being filled with cola instead of alcohol.

“Here, try my drink, it’s so good!” Chaewon says as she passes the glass to you. You shake your head and tell her the same lie you told Yunjin. Unfortunately, Chaewon is less forgiving than your other friend. “It’s just a sip, girliepop!”

You shoot her a warning glance, and luckily, the two other women are distracted by Namjoon and Seokjin’s soulful duet on stage. Due to your decade long friendship, you and Chaewon share the unique ability to speak without any words, and your silent conversation goes something like this.

You, glaring at her with your head tilted. Don’t.

Her, sitting back a little with her eyebrows raised. Bitch?

You, nodding minutely a couple times. Yup.

Her, eyes wide with a hand on her chest. You’re pregnant?

You, nodding while staring her down. Can you fucking believe it?

Her, brow creasing and slowly shaking her head. Who the fuck is the dad?

You, holding up a hand to block the view from the others while pointing at Jungkook who’s sitting across the room. Jungkook.

Her, hand over her mouth, eyes bulging out of her head. You’re fucking joking! 

So, that’s how Chaewon finds out, and your final signal to her is your pointer finger pressing against your lips so she knows this is still a massive secret.

Jungkook and Taehyung take the stage next, and they’re always an entertaining pair, so you both pay close attention. It’s debatable whether that was a good decision, because the rest of you end up with aching cramps from the intense fits of laughter. You're all desperately clutching your stomachs as the two of them jump around and sing in each other’s faces to a song that does not call for that type of choreography. You’re 99% sure it’s a breakup song from a K-Drama. 

You’re still wiping the tears from your eyes when Eunchae speaks up breathlessly.

“God, I don’t know why, but this reminds me of when the boys performed in the university talent show,” she states.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot about that,” Yunjin responds.

“Wait, what are you guys talking about?” Jimin says as he sits next to Yunjin.

“Don’t you remember? You guys wore those hockey jerseys and covered that 90s song,” you tell him. “It was so good!”

Seokjin nods from the other side of the couch and starts laughing as he remembers the performance.

“That was so long ago! I remember it being super fun, though,” he says.

“Please don’t bring that up, that was the most embarrassing day of my life,” Yoongi groans.

“Oh please, Min, you secretly loved it,” Chaewon teases him.

You gasp when you realize it’s definitely still stored somewhere in your phone. Pulling the device out of your pocket, you scoot over so Jungkook can sit next to you while you scroll through your camera roll from almost ten years ago. Taehyung joins you and leans over Jungkook’s shoulder to see as well. 

“Found it!” You squeal.

Unable to resist reliving the memory, everyone gathers behind you to watch. Your previous fits of laughter make a gnarly comeback as you marvel at the younger versions of them dancing and singing their little hearts out. They look like babies in comparison and it makes you swoon.

“That was literally another lifetime,” Namjoon says once the video is done playing.

“Man, we were so fucking cool,” Hoseok states proudly.

“Jungkook, you should wear your hair like that again,” Yunjin says. “You looked fucking hot.”

“Fuck yeah he did, rumor has it Kook lost his virginity that night,” Taehyung jokes as he squeezes Jungkook’s bicep.

“Yo! Shut the hell up, I lost my virginity in high school,” Jungkook retorts. He takes a swig of his drink and chuckles against the glass. “It was the first time I fucked raw, though.”

“Clearly not the last,” you say under your breath.

Jungkook turns to you with his eyes bugging out and you have to stifle your laugh with your hand. Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you gain control of your laughter and whisper a halfhearted apology to him. 

“Ok, girlies, let’s fuck this shit up,” Chaewon announces. 

Yunjin and Eunchae both chug the last of their drinks before grabbing each of your hands so you can take the stage together. You diligently flip through the songbook to find the perfect one while the guys converse about a recent video game release. Gasping when you spot a familiar song title, you point to the page and eye the girls with a mischievous smirk.

“Wait, don’t we know the dance for this?” Yunjin asks.

You and Eunchae nod together. 

“Oh, we are gonna leave these men fucking gagged,” Chaewon states before plugging the selection into the karaoke machine. 

Chaewon hits the nail on the head, because as soon as the song begins and you start shaking your asses like a bonafide girl group, the men go insane. The seven of them act like they’re your biggest stans who paid for a ticket just to see this. 

Hoseok and Jimin stand to the right of the stage throwing invisible money over you all, while Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting on the end couch spanking the air back and forth. Yoongi is covering his eyes with his hand while he shakes his head, but he’s still peeking at your performance between his fingers. Namjoon is bent over with his elbows on his knees and his hands under his chin like he’s trying to analyze the way your asses bounce. Seokjin stands with a glass in each hand as he dances along and screams your names in a repeating chant at the top of his lungs. 

When you finish the show stopping performance, all of them are almost as breathless as you from cheering so much. 

“Fuck, why am I hard right now?”

“That was spectacular.”

“You guys were so good!”

“I think I just came.”

“Amazing, bravo.”

“Encore!”

“Remind me why we’re all just friends?”

All four of you are panting as you hop off the stage and attempt to slow your racing heartbeats. Jimin notices you don’t have a drink and goes to hand his glass of vodka cranberry to you.

“Here, you look like you could use this.”

Just as you’re about to wave him off and reject his offer, Chaewon interrupts. 

“Y/N can’t have alcohol,” she states. 

Eyes blowing wide, you glare and wordlessly scold her with your facial expressions, throwing your hands up incredulously for good measure. Poor Jungkook looks like a deer in headlights since you didn’t get the chance to tell him she knows.

“Why not?” Yoongi asks from across the table.

“Are you okay? Nothing’s wrong, right?” Yunjin adds.

“No, no,” you answer with a nonchalant wave of your hand. “Just this new medication I’m on.”

“Which one? Prenatal vitamins?” Eunchae jokes as she takes a drink. Your lip catches between your teeth as you look at her with wide, worrisome eyes. Her expression shifts into shock when she notices your face over the rim of her glass. “Holy fuck, I was joking. Y/N, are you pregnant?”

“Um… yes?” 

The eight people in the room who weren’t previously aware inhale simultaneously to berate you with questions, but are all stopped short by Taehyung speaking first.

“Who the fuck put a baby in you?” 

Gnawing on your lip as your mind scrambles for an answer, your eyes flit to Jungkook for support, but his face is paler than a ghost. You reluctantly accept your fate and sigh in defeat. 

“J… Ju… Jungkook did.”

All hell breaks loose. 

You’re fighting off Eunchae, Yunjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok with your hands up in surrender as you vigorously shake your head back and forth. Jungkook is slowly sinking into his seat with his arms out in defense as Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Yoongi descend on him like a pack of ravenous wolves. Everyone’s screaming voices are louder than any of the singing tonight and if someone took a picture of the room it could only be classified as a goddamn renaissance painting.

Once the initial shock wears off and Jungkook finally comes to his senses, he shakes his head to collect his thoughts and stands up.

“Everyone, shut the fuck up! My bun is in that oven and I don’t need you assholes stunting their growth with your screaming,” he shouts. 

“Oh, please don’t refer to me as an oven, Koo,” you grimace.

“I didn’t mean it that way, Bams.”

“Yeah, but —”

“Hey!” Eunchae interrupts you. “Lovebirds, you wanna fucking tell us how you got knocked up?” 

Jungkook clears his throat. 

“Well, Eunnie, you see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very mu — AH!”

Jungkook’s mock explanation is cut short by him ducking to avoid the couch pillow Eunchae chucks at his head. 

“Be fucking for real, Jeon. Why is your demon spawn in my best friend?” 

“Hey, don’t talk about our little plum like that,” Jungkook frowns. 

“Little plum?” Jimin and Taehyung speak in unison. 

Jungkook sighs dreamily before responding. 

“That’s how big they are right now.”

“It just happened!” You state. “We just fucked for shits and gigs and now we’re here.”

“You let Jungkook come in you for shits and gigs?” Hoseok asks with his signature face of judgement.

The implications of his tone make you pout and cross your arms over your chest.

“Yes, and it was very enjoyable, thank you very much.”

“Oh, ew.”

“For real?”

“Ah, fuck no.”

Chaewon fake gags with a finger in her mouth. 

“Wait, wait,” Namjoon steps into the center of the room. “How is this gonna work? Are you two gonna co-parent? Switch off houses every other week?”

“I… don’t know,” you answer honestly before looking at Jungkook. He shrugs with his arms out, clearly just as clueless about those details as you. “We haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Are you gonna find out the gender?” Chaewon asks excitedly, but you quickly shake your head and she frowns. “How am I supposed to get my future niece or nephew the perfect gift if I don’t know their gender?”

“Gender neutral?” You suggest. 

You hear Seokjin exhale overdramatically and when you look towards him he’s downing a shot and slamming the glass down afterwards. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He shakes his head and his lips make a horse-like noise. “I mean, we’re talking about Jungkook and Y/N having a baby… a motherfucking child.”

“Yeah, and they’re gonna be the best parents ever,” Yoongi states wholeheartedly. 

Yoongi finds your eyes across the room, his adorable gummy smile on full display, and reaffirms his words with a nod. You return the smile gratefully, thanking him with a slow blink as you hold his eye contact. 

“Are you alright? I mean, like, you’re good?” Yunjin asks you. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, especially now that you guys know.”

“What about you, Kook?” Taehyung asks from where he sits beside him. 

Jungkook looks over his shoulder at his friend, the biggest, bunniest grin imaginable on his face.

“I’m fucking ecstatic,” he answers. 

Jimin takes two large strides and hugs Jungkook’s head to his chest, ruffling his hair affectionately. Hoseok joins in next, squishing Jungkook’s cheeks between his hands and giving him adorable fish lips.

“Our Jungkookie is gonna be a dad!” Hoseok coos in his best baby voice. 

Your attention is pulled away by Yunjin’s hand on your lower back. She smiles when you turn around and pulls you into a powerful embrace which you reciprocate. Eunchae and Chaewon join the hug and you rest your head on Chaewon’s shoulder. You know how hard she is on herself whenever she screws up, and this is your way of letting her know it’s alright.

When you part, you feel a tug on your hand, and before you know it Jungkook is bringing you into his lap. You giggle as he tucks you into his chest and nuzzles his face in your neck. 

There’s a brief moment where it feels as though it’s just you and him, and it’s more needed than you even realized. Jungkook’s recognizably warm presence calming you down after the hectic atmosphere of the room took you for a loop.

Everyone moseys around to take a seat as the adrenaline from the news simmers. The eleven of you actually do some catching up rather than just singing and drinking, and eventually smaller faction conversations happen all around the table.  

You stay on Jungkook’s lap the rest of the night with his hand resting on the outside of your thigh to keep you against him.

It’s abnormal behavior for you two, usually keeping a rather firm boundary of friendship, the time you conceived a child together aside, but you don’t question it. Maybe it’s the child in your womb wanting to be close to their father or perhaps the uptick in hormones skewing your regular emotional landscape. Either way, Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind your weight on him and neither do you. 

By the time the clock strikes two in the morning, and you’ve all gone a couple more rounds on the karaoke machine, your head is resting on Jungkook’s shoulder as you flicker in and out of consciousness. He soothingly rubs your spine with his hand, making sure to add more pressure to your lower back where it’s been hurting ever since becoming pregnant. Curling into him more in response, you push your face into his neck and hum contently at the familiar scent and warmth. 

“You tired, Bams?” He whispers to you, moving some hair away from your face. You answer with a single nod, your eyes already closing again from the heaviness of sleep. “Okay, let’s go.”

Jungkook helps you stand, and you hug all your friends goodbye one by one. Everyone congratulates you both again while also threatening to show up to your homes uninvited unless you update them on your progress between hangouts.

Jimin changes your group chat name that very night to: Baby Jeon Official Updates Channel 💦🤭👶🏻💕

You and Jungkook leave hand-in-hand, mostly because he has to keep you upright from how tired you are. He drives back to his place since it’s closer and he doesn’t like the idea of leaving you alone when you’re this sleepy. God forbid you accidentally fall asleep on Usagi and crush her all night long. The car ride is brief, but it’s smooth enough that you fall asleep in the passenger seat almost instantly. 

Jungkook carries you inside instead of waking you up, knowing you need more rest nowadays than usual. Although, if he’s being honest, pregnant with his child or not, he’d still carry you and tuck you into bed.

When you wake up in Jungkook’s spare bedroom/home office the next morning, you’re thoroughly confused, but as your sleepiness begins to wane you remember the end of the night and the events which led you here. The smell of pancakes encourages you to walk down the stairs to Jungkook’s kitchen. You’re still wrapped in his comforter when you enter and Jungkook laughs as you approach him like the Queen of bedtime. 

“Morning, Bambi,” he greets you as he flips the final pancake onto the plate and turns off the griddle. 

“Good morning,” you say with a tired smile. 

Just then, the sound of trampling paws comes barreling towards you. Smiling broadly as you turn towards the sound, you bend down to greet the adorable Doberman who’s wagging his tail in excitement at seeing you.

“Bammie!” You cheer as you pet behind his ears. “Oh, I’ve missed you, my good boy.” 

He runs around your legs a couple times before scurrying across the hardwood to bring you a bone to throw. You happily oblige him and watch in amusement as he runs away to fetch it before plopping on the couch to gnaw on the toy.

“Come eat, Bams,” Jungkook tells you as he sets two plates on his dining table. 

Following his orders, you leave the comforter over the back of the couch and sit across from him to eat the eggs, pancakes, and bacon he made for you both. You eat in comfortable silence for a while until you’re both nearly done.

“Koo, I’m sorry about last night. Chaewon guessed it and then her big mouth spilled the beans. I know it wasn’t the way we wanted it to happen, but at least it’s over with, right?” 

“It’s alright,” Jungkook responds before gulping down his orange juice. “I’m glad we finally did it and now everyone knows. Plus, it got me thinking about some stuff I hadn’t really thought about yet.”

“Like what?”

“Well, about what Namjoon hyung said,” he explains. “I mean, he makes a really good point. I want our kid to have a normal family life even if we’re just best friends and not romantic partners.”

“What do you think we should do?”

“I think you should move in with me.”

You choke on your orange juice. 

Truthfully, there isn’t anything shocking about his statement, you just weren’t expecting it at that moment. Jungkook has a three bedroom, two and a half bath house which he owns, while you rent a one bedroom apartment. He’s been begging you ever since he bought the property to move into his spare bedroom. The two of you spend almost all your time together anyway and he doesn’t see the point in you wasting money on rent when his house is completely paid off. 

The reason you haven’t accepted his offer before is because you never want to take advantage of his wealth or be a burden on him. Being best friends is one thing, being roommates is another. 

Now, though, you have a biological right to be a burden on him because he stuck a baby in you. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Of course I am,” he replies in a heartbeat. “I thought about it all last night and it only makes sense. I have two extra bedrooms, one for you and one for the baby.” 

“But what about your home office and your gym?”

“I can move my gym equipment to the garage and my desk can easily fit in my bedroom.” You sigh and push your fork around your plate as you contemplate his proposal. “Bams, you’re gonna be the mother of my child, will you just let me take care of you for once?”

As soon as you look into his starry eyes, you know there’s no chance you’ll say no. Jungkook obviously wants to do this because he loves you and wants to make sure you and the baby have everything you need, so who are you to say no?

“Okay,” you agree. “When should I move in?”

THREE

The cardboard box in your hands is slowly slipping from your grasp as you ascend the stairs, but you’re determined to make it to the top before readjusting. You have to reach the landing before Jungkook catches you. If he sees you disobeying his instruction of sitting still, he’ll definitely blow a gasket. 

You don’t know what it is with men and thinking pregnant women can’t do anything themselves. It’s still only the first trimester, and sure, your bump has grown some more, but you aren’t completely useless. 

Honestly, if you weren’t so stubborn, you would’ve taken his offer of moving all the boxes into the house by himself, but your competitive nature has you lugging a box of cat toys up the stairs instead. 

“Bambi! What did I fucking say?”

Dropping the box by your feet only three steps from the top, you blow your hair away from your face and place your hands on your hips.

“Fuck you, Jungkook. I do what I want.”

“You wanna look me in the eyes when you say that?” 

“… No.”

“That’s what I thought.” The sound of his combat boots coming up the stairs is all you hear as he moves to steal the box from your feet. Once it’s secure in his arms, he looks at you like a teacher scolding their student and gestures to the couch with his head. “Go sit down.”

“I’m not incapable, you know?” You say with your arms crossed. 

“I know that, Bams,” Jungkook states. “It’s not about that. I lift more than this in a single workout at the gym. Why should you have to do it when I’m perfectly capable?”

He’s right. You know that, he knows that, so you leave him alone on the steps to sit down on the couch with a huff. 

Bam quickly joins you and lays his head in your lap as he watches his dad move back and forth through the house with curious eyes. Scratching behind his ear, you laugh at the way his tail repeatedly whacks the couch as it wags. 

Usagi is still in her carrier in your new bedroom since you want to make sure everything is moved in before introducing her and Bam. You and Jungkook both agree that if they get in a fight, it’s her little munchkin ass who will be the main aggressor, especially since Bam is scared of his own shadow. 

Once Jungkook’s done moving the last of the boxes, he flops aggressively into the armchair next to the couch. He pats his thigh and Bam instantly leaves your side to jump into his lap instead. Jungkook leans down to kiss his precious pup before letting his head fall back as he tries to catch his breath.

“Perfectly capable, huh?” 

“Shut up.”

“You’re getting old, Koo. Soon you’re gonna be a dad and you’ll have a beer gut —”

“Nuh uh, never gonna happen. I’ll have my abs until the day I die,” he corrects you.

“Please, no you will not. You think you’re gonna be hitting the gym at 80?” You ask as you lean forward in your seat.

“Yes. My love comes from my abs, I can’t lose them,” he states.

The couch cushion indents where your head falls against it as you laugh heartily. 

“What? Your love comes from your abs? What the hell does that even mean?” 

“Everyone I meet loves my abs, so now they’re just like, full of love, and that’s where it comes from,” he explains unironically.

“Everyone? I don’t think that’s true,” you say with a smirk.

“No?” Jungkook gently guides Bam away and struts over to you. “You’re gonna look at me and tell me you don’t love my abs? That if I took my shirt off right now you wouldn’t go all googly-eyed?”

“Fuck, no,” you scoff. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue and then lifts his shirt to engulf you under the fabric. You screech and shove at his waist, kicking your legs haphazardly like you’re being suffocated. 

“Let me out of here!” You scream, but it’s severely muffled by the fabric. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I can’t hear you,” Jungkook teases. “Ow!”

Jungkook immediately frees you and backs away after he feels your teeth sinking into his side. He rubs over the bite mark with a big pout on his face, as if he didn’t start this little charade. 

You mock his expression for a moment before standing to go up the stairs and check on your furry child. Jungkook follows begrudgingly, letting his feet drag along the floor like a petulant child. When you enter your new bedroom, conveniently right beside Jungkook’s, Usagi starts meowing incessantly and scratching at her carrier. You soothe her with some baby speak and check that the door is closed before letting her out. Her little legs immediately bring her to the floor so she can explore the unfamiliar room. 

She meows every couple of seconds whenever she encounters something new and you watch as she headbutts everything in sight as a way of marking the furniture with her scent. Ironically, this is all the same furniture from your old bedroom just in a different space and formation.

Hands wrap around your waist from behind and you sigh at the feeling of Jungkook’s firm chest meeting your back. Obviously, he’s forgiven you for your little retaliatory love bite. 

“I’m really glad you’re here, Bams,” he tells you from where his head rests on your shoulder. 

Your hand reaches behind you to sneak into his hair and scratch at his scalp affectionately. He hums and rests his cheek against your shoulder. You’d argue he picked up the mannerisms from his dog, but he’s always been touchy like this.  

“I’m happy to be here,” you reply. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Those words no longer apply the following day when you’re hunched over Jungkook’s toilet and spilling your guts into the bowl. 

It’s a great unknown why morning sickness is called that when it happens at all hours of the freaking day. You naively believed you snuck past its clutches since you’re already on the brink of your second trimester, but apparently the wonderful symptom was just waiting until you had Jungkook’s big fancy bathroom to throw up in. 

Groaning in agony, you plop back onto the tile and rest your head on the cabinet. Your throat is burning from all the regurgitation, there are popped blood vessels all over your cheeks and forehead, making you look like you have freckles, and salty tears from the effort of repeatedly emptying your stomach are drying on your skin. 

You caress your baby bump with a glare, making a mental note to scold them at least once when they’re older for putting you through this. 

The sound of the front door opening makes your ears twitch. Bam’s heavy footsteps can be heard barreling towards the door and then Jungkook’s voice joins in as he greets his beloved pet. 

“Bambi?”

“In here,” you say through your sore vocal chords. Jungkook’s face appears in the doorway and you whimper as tears fill your eyes again. “I fucking hate you for doing this to me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your current state and he instantly sinks to his knees to pull you into his arms. He holds your head against his chest as you cry from the pain and fatigue of running back and forth to the bathroom all day. Jungkook’s been out running errands all day so you’ve been all alone until now.

“I’m sorry, Bams,” he whispers into your hair. “Wish it was me instead.”

There’s no opportunity for you to reply because the familiar feeling of bile climbing up your throat forces you out of his embrace and back over the toilet. Jungkook grabs your hair, making sure to collect the shorter pieces that cradle your face, and holds it in a makeshift ponytail as he rubs your back. 

Once you’re done, and after the sound of the toilet flushing disperses, you hear soft cries coming from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you see Jungkook wiping his eyes with his shirtsleeve. 

“Koo,” you call out to him. 

He hiccups and attempts a brave face, smiling at you even as tears slip from his waterline.

“Sorry, you know I hate seeing you in pain,” he explains. 

You frown and turn around to grab his cheeks, brushing the remaining tears away from them. It’s true you’re already well aware of his empathetic nature and have been for as long as you’ve known him. 

“I know,” you say with a smile as you push his hair away from his face. “Remember that time I got bullied in middle school and was crying on the playground, and then you started crying because I was?” Jungkook laughs, his eyes closing as he remembers the moment. “I’ll never forget what you said.” You clear your throat so you can give an accurate representation of his voice. “I never suffer myself, Bambi, I only suffer when I see you suffering.” 

Jungkook smiles big and laughs again at your adorable imitation of his deep timbre. 

“You know, if we have a boy, I’m gonna have to tussle with him over this,” he says. “No one hurts my Bams, not even my own kid.”

Your responding chuckle is strained due to how sore your body is. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring Jungkook closer for a tight hug, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt. His palm slowly moves up and down your spine in a steady cadence to soothe you until the next wave of nausea comes. 

The remainder of the day is spent in the bathroom together, which is luckily spacious enough for not only you two, but Usagi and Bam who both come to join you at one point.

The nausea comes in waves, sometimes occurring multiple times back to back or alternatively with a large lapse of time between them. It holds you hostage in the bathroom for a few days, and you have to take PTO when the work week begins, but eventually the symptoms simmer to about once every couple days after your doctor prescribes medication. 

Another lovely symptom you’re experiencing as of late is intense cravings for extremely specific food groups, which is why you’re currently in a screaming match with Jungkook over pickles. 

“I’m not buying you pickles, Bambi,” Jungkook sternly states.

“Jungkook, you’re not the one growing a baby inside of you. If I say I want pickles, I should be getting pickles!” You shout, your feet stomping on the ground reactively. 

“You fucking hate pickles!” Jungkook matches your tone.

“Yes, but pregnancy cravings don’t care about what I like or don’t like, and they’re saying they want pickles!”

“You’re not going to eat them, Bams, I know you!”

“Yes, I will!”

“You really want me to leave the house at three in the morning for a vegetable that you despise?” Jungkook scoffs in outrage. “You won’t even eat a sandwich if a pickle was on the plate because you claim you can still taste it!” 

“That doesn’t matter, Koo!”

Jungkook groans and runs his hands down his face before pushing his hair back. 

“I swear to God, Bambi, if I get back here, and you don’t eat that entire fucking jar, I will kick you out of this goddamn house!” 

“No, you won’t, you love me too much,” you brag and stick your tongue out at him.

“Yeah, unfortunately, I do,” Jungkook admits angrily. He grumbles to himself the entire time he’s putting on his slides and slipping on his jacket to drive to the nearest 24 hour convenience store. His hand is on the doorknob when he turns back to say one final comment. “You know what the worst part about this is? Most guys in my position are at least getting some pussy for putting up with this shit, but not me! No reward! I’m doing this out of pure, unconditional love for you!” 

You gawk at his remark, not recognizing the words coming out of his mouth. Jungkook has never in his life asked for anything in return, let alone imply you owe him a sexual favor.

The door slams shut before you can respond, and a cry breaks from your chest as your head falls forward. Bam hears the noise and comes to comfort you, nudging his head up against your leg like the good boy he is, but barely a minute later, his head jerks when he’s distracted by the sound of the door opening. You don’t even get the chance to look up completely before you’re forced into someone’s arms who smells a lot like Jungkook.

“Bams, I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” Jungkook tells you. 

His apology only makes you cry more, shoving your face into his shirt and soaking it with tears. 

“That was so fucked up, Koo,” you sniffle. 

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he replies. “I didn’t mean it, okay? You don’t owe me anything, Bams, especially not that.” He pulls away from you and lifts your face by your chin. “Please don’t think that I, even for a second, ever expect you to repay me for taking care of you. I do it because I love you and that’s the only reward I need.” 

Wiping your tears with your shirtsleeve, you slap his chest a couple times for good measure. He chuckles because of how lightly you smack him.

“You’re forgiven,” you grumble. “Now, can you please go get me these fuckass pickles?”

Jungkook smiles and nods his head, his hand on your chin moving to caress your hair for a moment. 

“I’ll buy you pickles everyday for the rest of your life if that’s what you want, Bambi,” he states. 

“It isn’t. I fucking hate pickles,” you say with a smile. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your hair before waving goodbye and heading to the store. When he returns twenty minutes later, he’s carrying a couple bags of miscellaneous groceries as well as a jar of pickles. 

You wait patiently for him to place the bags in the kitchen before he hands the open jar to you. The smell alone eases the craving that’s been eating away at your stomach for hours now. Grabbing one of the skewers, you pull it out of the juice and take a small bite off the end. 

Instantly, your brain screams at you in disgust, and you open your mouth again to spit the piece into your hand. Realizing you now have to face Jungkook so he can say I told you so, your eyes screw shut and you turn towards him. Except, when you open your eyes, he isn’t beside you anymore, he’s walking back from the kitchen with your favorite flavor of chips in hand.

“Got these just in case,” he tells you as he swaps out the jar in your hand for the bag. 

You grimace, guilt pooling in your stomach when you realize his trip out into the night was for naught. 

“Koo…”

“It’s alright, Bambi. The fact that I was right makes this all worth it,” he says with a sly grin. 

The chips taste like salty pieces of heaven and you eat the entire bag that night. You keep the jar of pickles for occasional sniffing because, for whatever reason, your brain loves the smell even though it hates the taste. This pregnancy is already messing with your brain chemistry more than you care to admit and it’s only the beginning. 

As the weeks go on, your pregnancy continues to mess with you in the form of a different, but equally as strong, craving. 

It initially hits you while you’re putting together Usagi’s new cat tower in the living room. Thankfully, she and Bam get along just fine. In fact, she’s currently lying on him while they nap together on the other side of the room. 

The instructions for this contraption are annoyingly hard to understand and you’re holding the instructional pamphlet up in the air as you attempt to make out what size screw you need in the stupidly small font it’s written in. 

The sound of the door opening catches your attention. As you lower the paper to see the familiar figure entering the room, your mouth suddenly dries up. 

Jungkook’s coming back from his home gym which is now in the garage and the tips of his hair are drenched in sweat. His chest is rising and falling in deep pants from the intensity of his workout and the black shirt he’s wearing sticks to his chest, perfectly outlining his pecs. Then, much to your agony, he takes the bottom of his shirt and wipes it across his forehead, giving you a perfect view of his abs. 

The feeling that shoots straight into your core is absolutely foreign. Sure, you know Jungkook is hot, that’s a fact of the universe no one is trying to deny. But you’ve seen him shirtless before, hell, you’ve seen him entirely naked. The bump protruding from your womb tells you that much, and yet you’ve never felt turned on by him doing something so mundane.

It makes you question why your body, and more particularly your pussy, is suddenly insatiable and the sight of him is making drool drip from your mouth where it’s fallen open in awe of his physique. 

Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice your change in demeanor as he waves hello before heading upstairs to shower. Once he’s gone, your body releases its tension and you sigh in relief. Although, the feeling doesn’t entirely go away, and you end up spending the rest of the evening uncomfortably horny. 

That very night you take matters into your own hands, literally. You haven’t masturbated since getting pregnant, not for any particular reason other than just not feeling the urge, but now the urge has you in a chokehold and you need to fix it. 

Closing your eyes and slinking comfortably into your sheets, you pull your shorts and panties off in one go before trailing your hand down to your core. You’re still wet from earlier, no doubt because you saw Jungkook in all his post workout glory. The image of him wiping the sweat from his brow with his shirt is still on your mind when your fingers dip between your folds. 

A quiet moan escapes as you move your leaking essence around with your fingertips. It’s been more than three months since you’ve felt any sort of sexual pleasure, the night you spent with Jungkook being the last time. 

Your eyes roll as you play with yourself by switching between pushing your fingers into your cunt and circling your clit. The squelching sound helps to turn you on, but the entire time all you can think is that it isn’t enough. It barely scratches the surface of your sexual need and is a sorry excuse for pleasure after what you Jungkook made you feel. 

Huffing in frustration, you shut your eyes again and try to forget about the world around you, but it’s only when you think back to earlier today that your pleasure spikes and you moan again. 

Realizing what the trick is, you begrudgingly let your imagination, or more so your memory, run rampant. You think back to that night and the way Jungkook’s lips felt against yours, and the way his cock penetrated you so deep you were seeing stars. The memory of his deep voice in your ear makes you moan exuberantly. Your hand falls into a quick rhythm as all the memories come flooding back. Everything about that night sends you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His weight above you, the heat of his skin, his taste, his moans and grunts, the way he fills you up. All of it forces you to bite down on your fist and cry when your orgasm overwhelms you.

The aftershocks of your pleasure have you panting as you come down from the high. You feel immense relief now that your desire is satiated after a long day of feeling your thighs twitch. Pulling your hand away, you stand to wash your hands so you can finally get some rest. 

Hopefully, this symptom will eventually disappear like the others and you won’t be riddled with sexual cravings through the entirety of your pregnancy. 

The next morning you’re pouring yourself a cup of tea to drink before heading to work. Jungkook comes skipping down the stairs in his business casual attire, his sleeves partially rolled up to reveal his tattoos. You wave to him and push the cup of coffee you poured for him across the counter.

“Thanks, Bams,” he says with a squeeze to your arm. 

This is the normal, everyday occurrence for you now, and it’s nice having a routine that works for you both. You didn’t realize how easy living together would be and you’re glad it’s finally happening. Besides the times your pregnancy has turned into a sick, desperate, crazy person, it’s been business as usual for you two even with the adjustment of being roommates. 

“You gonna be home for dinner?” You ask him as he takes a sip of the drink. His brow creases and he looks adorably angry, letting you know you made it just right. 

“Yeah, the deadline for the newest patch was last week so I shouldn’t be staying late,” he answers. 

“I’m making your favorite, your mom sent me the recipe last week,” you tell him.

“No shit,” he says, eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs. You nod in confirmation and he enthusiastically claps his hands. There’s a brief lull in the conversation, but then Jungkook seemingly remembers something and grabs your attention. “Actually, there's something I was gonna talk to you about.”

“What’s up?” Leaning over the counter, you take a sip and wait for him to speak.

“Well, I may or may not have heard you last night and —”

The sound of you choking and spitting out your tea interrupts him. 

“Excuse me?”

“I heard you, ya know, having a little fun all by your lonesome last night.” You stare at him incredulously across the island. “Surprise, surprise, the wall between our rooms isn’t that thick.” 

“Koo, why are you bringing this up?” You ask. “I mean, thanks for letting me know, I guess?”

“No, no,” he chuckles. “I’m not saying it to embarrass you or anything, Bambi.” He mirrors your stance so your faces are only a few inches apart. “I was just going to offer my services in case you need something more than your own hand.”

“Huh?”

“It’s just, I mean, I’m only a room away, and I know your hormones are probably going awol and making you needy and shit. So, if you ever want to, the option is there.”

“Koo, that’s very sweet of you, but I’m not gonna use you like that.”

“Oh, yeah, because having sex with you is such a chore. Worst night of my fucking life!” You laugh and slap his arm playfully. He stands to his full height with a wink. “Just think about it, alright?”

You do think about it. Unfortunately, it’s all you can think about. It already freaked you out enough when you couldn’t get yourself off without thinking of him, and now your body is mentally somersaulting in celebration because of his offer. 

It’s definitely not romantic feelings swirling inside you, because just as you told your friends, you don’t feel butterflies with Jungkook, but it’d be both impractical and impossible to deny you have sexual feelings for him. Whether it’s from pregnancy hormones or something else entirely, you clearly want him something awful. Greed they talked about in the bible type shit. 

The only thing you don’t want is for him to fuck you because he’s trying to help you out. If you’re going to hook up again, you want him to want you in the same way. 

Despite the mental turmoil it initially puts you through, time goes on without either of you bringing up his little offer. Your body still messes with you by making you horny at all hours of the day, but you usually just satisfy yourself before bed and all is good. 

Tonight is different. No matter how hard you try you can’t bring yourself to come. Your fingers are pruny from how long you’ve been playing with yourself, but nothing is working. It’s nearly two in the morning, and although it’s a weekend, you still want some sleep. 

Grunting and kicking your blankets away, you cross your arms over your chest and pout in the darkness of your room. The quiet atmosphere of the house is helpful for lulling you to sleep, but your thighs are twitching with need and you know you’ll be restless if you don’t fix it before going to bed. You sigh and sit on the edge of your bed, chewing your lip as you debate if you’re really about to do what you’re thinking of doing. Before you can overthink it any further, you stand up and throw your door open. 

Usagi makes a noise of confusion from her bed in the corner of your room, so you whisper to her you’ll be right back and shut the door. 

It takes you a minimum of five minutes to gather the courage to knock on Jungkook’s door. He was working late tonight on a new project and went to bed early to catch up on his sleep. Guilt pools in your stomach at the thought of waking him up for such a selfish reason, but you know he’ll scold you if he finds out you needed him without telling him as such.

The sound of your hand against the wood feels extra loud in the stark silence of the house, and it only takes a couple seconds for Jungkook to softly call for you from inside the room. 

You twist the door knob and peek your head inside. Jungkook only has one eye open, and he’s fluffing his messy hair in confusion when you enter his room. 

“Bambi? Is everything okay?” He asks sleepily. 

“Mmhmm,” you say as you chew on your lip. “I, um…”

The embarrassment stirring within you is almost enough to bring your morning sickness back with a vengeance. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I… need you,” you whisper. 

Jungkook sits up, his other eye finally opening, although they’re still half-lidded with sleep. 

“Need me how, Bams? Are you alright?”

“Like… sexually,” you finally answer.

His eyes open a little wider at your response, but soon enough his expression softens and he smiles. 

“C’mere,” he whispers, his hand gesturing for you to join him. 

You tentatively place one foot in front of the other until you reach the edge of his mattress and climb in. He holds his hand out for you and once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist to help you straddle his thighs. 

As soon as you feel him beneath you with his chest pressing against your own, the tension in your body disintegrates and your forehead falls to his shoulder. Jungkook reacts instinctively, one hand scratching your scalp and the other rubbing your back while you whimper because of the comforting sensations.

“Tell me what you need, babygirl.”

“I don’t know. Nothing’s working and I… I just need relief,” you explain. 

“Okay, do you want my hands or my mouth?” 

You shake your head.

“You, Koo. Want you.”

Jungkook hums and combs his fingers through your hair, the hand on your back rising to cradle your face instead.

“You’ve got me, Bambi. I’ll give you anything you want.” You feel him mouthing at your jaw and breathe a sigh of relief. “Every part of me,” he whispers ardently.

After a prolonged moment of gentle neck kisses, Jungkook takes your hips in his hands to lift you and pull your bottoms down before moving his own pants out of the way. You hear the sound of him pumping his cock to get himself hard, but you’re too busy returning his earlier favor by caressing his neck with your lips to witness the motion yourself.

The firm touch of his hand on your lower back guides you into the right position atop his lap. You sink down slowly, with Jungkook holding you steady as he fills you inch by delicious inch. The wetness from your previous attempts at self pleasure allows him to slide into you with ease. 

You unabashedly moan over the feeling of having his thick cock inside you again. It’s warm and throbbing within your walls and you find yourself appreciatively kissing the bare skin of his shoulder. He feels like pure heaven and it’s worrisome how desperately you wish you could stay like this forever. 

“Koo, you feel so good,” you moan into his ear.

While you begin kissing his neck again, Jungkook starts bouncing you up and down on his cock via his hold on your hips. The euphoric feeling created by the action must be mutual, because a pair of vibrant moans and the clapping of your skin is the only sound in the room. His noises are deeper than normal since he’s still fresh from slumber and the low tone makes your head spin. 

When you eventually take over and pick up the tempo, one of his hands leaves your hip to thread into your hair. 

“Missed this, Bams,” he tells you sincerely. “You feel fucking perfect around me.”

Jungkook brings your face closer so he can kiss you. He’s gentle with his affection, his lips moving at a snail’s pace to savor the feeling of kissing you once again. He traces your bottom lip with his tongue and you whine when he pushes it past the border of your lips and into your open mouth.

As you continue to shamelessly make out, your arms capture his neck to pull him in until your chests meet.

“So tight… feels fucking amazing.”

“Mm, it’s just for you. Pussy’s all yours, Koo.”

Jungkook aggressively groans and kisses you with a new wave of passion. His fingers reactively dig into your scalp while you whine and your thighs work overtime to fuck his cock into you again and again. The dual sensation of his kiss and his dick splitting you apart rattles your brain until all you can focus on are your movements. 

When he notices your pace stuttering from your impending climax, he steals control again, wrapping both arms around your waist to steady you while he thrusts into you from below. You gasp and bite into the skin of his shoulder as he fucks you with everything he has. 

It’s no surprise your orgasm approaches faster than usual, since you were already worked up from your previous ministrations. You welcome the familiar feeling of your abdomen and thighs tightening as Jungkook continues pistoning into you, kissing him again when you feel yourself tipping over the precipice. Running your fingers through his hair and tugging on the black strands, you pull a grunt from his lips that only serves to further your pursuit. 

“M’close,” you breathe into his mouth. 

“Come for me, Bams,” he replies without missing a beat.

The tip of his cock only meets your g-spot a couple more times before you come with a throaty moan, your head tipping back as Jungkook continues to fuck you through your high. His hips slow to a stop as your body relaxes and breathing levels out, so you question him with a glance. 

“What are you doing?”

“You came, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t.”

“I’m not the one with pregnancy hormones,” he chuckles.

Your hands move from his hair to caress his jaw.

“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him. “This is a two way street, Koo. You’re not a sex toy, I didn’t come in here just for me.”

Jungkook smiles sweet as pie and kisses the tip of your nose. 

“I know, Bambi,” he says. “But honestly, I think we should both get some sleep. Why don’t you stay in here with me and we can pick this up again in the morning?”

You frown, but begrudgingly agree when you notice how tired Jungkook looks. 

After pulling out, Jungkook readjusts your bottoms back to your hips before tucking himself into his pants. He cuddles into his sheets with one arm resting against the pillow next to him. Gesturing with his head towards his outstretched limb, you happily take the hint and lay your head on his tatted bicep. 

Cuddling with Jungkook is foreign, but the man himself is so familiar that it’s not awkward despite it being the first time. Jungkook wraps his other arm around your waist to bring you into his chest, and it’s shocking just how wonderful it feels to be entirely encapsulated by him. You hum appreciatively as comfort seeps into your very bones and makes a home in your nervous system. Without thinking, you start tracing over his collarbones with your fingertips and he kisses your cheek and temple. 

You both fall asleep with ease, your quiet breaths tangling together in the limited space between your faces. 

When you wake up, Jungkook is behind you, but his arm is still draped across your waist and your head remains comfortably on his bicep. You smile without realizing and cuddle deeper into his embrace, lacing your fingers with the ones resting on your stomach. 

Your view upon looking down is just your intertwined hands above your small baby bump and your smile grows exponentially, your heart squeezing in your chest at the sight of all three of you together this way. 

The sentimental moment is brief, because soon enough you recognize the feeling of Jungkook’s dick pressing against your ass and desire begins banging on your door and demanding you let it in. As any good human in your position should, you nonchalantly wiggle your ass and snicker to yourself when you feel his cock stiffening. The sound of Jungkook languidly groaning behind you lights a fire inside your stomach that blazes down to your thighs. 

His hand squeezes yours and you feel him nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Morning,” he murmurs in your ear.

“Morning wood, more like it,” you reply.

Jungkook chuckles warmly in your ear and it spreads goosebumps across your skin like wildfire. He releases your hand to grab your hip instead, pulling you into him so you can feel exactly how hard he is. Your exhale becomes a moan when he ruts against your ass and his hand leaves your hip to reach your folds. 

The second his fingers slip beneath your panties and touch your warm cunt, your mind goes to static.

“Shit, Bams, you’re fucking soaked,” he notes.

“I’ve been wet for the past two weeks straight,” you admit.

“You should’ve told me,” Jungkook says as he licks and nibbles on your earlobe. “Would’ve taken care of you.”

You whine when he starts sucking on your neck just as two of his fingers sink into your cunt. 

“Yeah,” you moan. “I’m understanding how grave a mistake that was now.” 

He laughs again before returning to his previous endeavor of kissing and licking your throat. His fingers move in and out of you lackadaisically, slowly stretching your hole open as he curls the digits against your front wall to reach that perfect spongy spot. You find yourself gripping his forearm to keep yourself steady as the pleasure threatens to pull you under its waves. 

Once Jungkook deems you wet enough, he removes his fingers from your pussy and brings them to your mouth for you to lick clean. As you work your tongue around and between his two middle fingers you hear the rustling of pants behind you. Even though the last time was mere hours ago, your heart is already racing at the thought of him stuffing you full again. 

Jungkook runs his dick through your folds and presses the tip against your leaking hole, making your essence coat his head with a pretty sheen. You moan reactively, your head meeting his shoulder while his cock stretches your velvet walls. 

The fingers previously between your lips dig into the flesh of your waist as he starts rocking into you from behind. He’s doing all the work, simultaneously pulling your hips back while he thrusts into your cunt mercilessly. You’re thankful for his diligence, because your mind is going haywire from the feeling of him throbbing inside you and the veins of his cock rubbing along your walls. It’d be impossible for you to assist him with anything in this state. 

He’s still worshipping your neck with his mouth while fucking you like an animal and the contradicting feeling forces your eyes into your skull.

“You’re so fucking tight, Bams. So wet… you’re making me fucking crazy.” His warm breath on your neck makes you keen. 

“More, Koo, I need more of you,” you reply.

Jungkook hears you loud and clear. He holds your waist with both arms to keep you snug against him so he can thrust into you with more force, his pace speeding up in conjecture with the extra effort. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp. “Jungkook.”

“Yeah? This what you wanted?”

“Fuck, yes, you’re so fucking big, Koo,” you whine.

He relentlessly fucks into your cunt, rolling his hips against your ass and sending his cock straight to your g-spot. Your nails make crescent moons on his arm where you’re still holding on for dear life. The other hand stretches before you to clutch the sheets like a vice for fear you’ll lose your mind if you don’t have something in your grasp. 

The melody of your moans and his grunts are downright pornographic and serves as filthy music to your ears. There’s nothing you want more than for him to continue fucking you, and if you could keep him buried in your cunt for all eternity, you would gladly do so. 

“You close?” He asks as he bites your ear. 

“Yes.”

“Good, gonna make a mess of you, Bambi.”

The erotic combination of words, tickling breaths, his firm chest behind you, and the massive cock spreading your pussy apart have you going institutionally insane. Somehow, he manages to gain more speed as your orgasms near and the imminent release makes you scream. It’s barely a second later that you’re coming with a pathetic cry of his name. He follows immediately, his cum marking your walls as his own while he repeatedly fucks his seed into you. 

His hips never cease their movement even once your highs wane, he just continues rolling into your cunt while his cock softens inside of you. You whimper from the oversensitivity, but even the uncomfortable pressure doesn’t make you stop him. The feeling of having him within you is too addicting to let it end just yet. 

Eventually, he stops lazily fucking you, but even then he still doesn’t pull out. You hold the position until sleep brings you both back into its embrace, Jungkook’s arms securely around you while the dripping mixture of your essences pools on the bed below.

-> The Second Trimester

There's a specific kind of loneliness that exists exclusively in university boys who project their fear of intimacy onto women and ruin their perceptions of love solely to keep their fragile egos away from slipping through their fingertips and breaking down like blades of glass. 

Not because they're incapable of being loved. I'd say the situation is quite the opposite, actually. People like them are usually loved too loudly, too quickly. They become socially unavoidable before they become emotionally available— having mastered the art of making people feel personally seen while remaining uniquely difficult to access in return.

And maybe, that's where the actual problem begins.

Charm is easier to preform than vulnerability, attention is more addicting when you've never experienced a form of raw intimacy, and a real conversation probably feels worse than a pair of red, glossy lips. 

Every generation repackages the same socially gifted boy with commitment issues and calls him different names, swearing this one is different than the last.

But surprise, it's not.

This year's version just happens to wear leather jackets and lip rings to nine a.m lectures while also somehow possessing actual analytical skills in addition to social ones— perhaps the most alarming thing about Jeon Jungkook is that he isn't a business major. 

Because boys like Jeon Jungkook learn early that if they remain entertaining enough, nobody will notice how carefully they avoid stillness; as though silence might physically harm them. Does an engineering major make him interesting? Maybe. But does it fuel his hedonistic lifestyle? Not exactly. 

The bass is thudding loud enough to make the kitchen cabinets tremble with every beat, palpitating through the frat house in uneven waves. Alcohol that's cheap enough to poison you on an empty stomach spills over sticky counter tops, and the room reeks with the smell of warm beer mixed with something disgustingly similar to your ex boyfriend's cologne— you're going to throw up.

But you don't. Because, well, you can't. 

So you keep holding a cup of cranberry vodka in your hand despite accommodating a strong dislike for the drink, you keep your smile warm and flirty even though deeply missing the comfort of your bed and wanting nothing more than to rewatch Mamma Mia for the third time this month. And you keep bobbing your head along to the music even though you swear any house beat without proper lyrics would be enough to kill a fly. 

You keep your chin high and your posture straight because you need this. You need something tangible. A reaction, anything capable of sitting inside your palm until you can carry it home and pour into words later. Because you've already wasted at least three hours of your precious friday night here and you are not leaving unless you find something worth pocketing.

Luckily for you, said Jeon Jungkook is standing at the center of it all. 

His back is pressed against the kitchen counter as a girl keeps on kissing him as if the birth and death of her universe lies somewhere between his lips. Her fists are tangled in the collar of his leather jacket, tugging his body closer and closer into her smaller frame like distance is completely unnecessary, like she needs his body to melt and mold with hers to embody the entirety of proximity itself.

A familiar voice shouts his name from the living room, but Jungkook doesn't budge until someone else reaches over to steal the drink straight out of his hand, laughing into her mouth unapologetically.

He pulls away just enough to see whoever it is that's calling him, hands firming up on the girl's waist to stabilize himself. "Give me thirty seconds!" He shouts back casually.

The response is immediate. "You said that twenty minutes ago!"

"Then clearly I'm busy."

The girl in front of him rolls her eyes, hands loosening on his collar before dropping down to his chest. "You're an asshole."

"Mhm, you think?" He asks with a smirk playing on his lips, looking down at her. 

"Do you ever take a break or is your case of over sexuality a medical condition?" Mingyu complains, drinking the beer he has just taken from Jungkook's hand as their shoulders bump into each other.

Jungkook finally pulls away fully, shifting closer to Mingyu. "You're obsessed with me." 

Mingyu scoffs. "Unfortunate for Seoul's female population."

"Guys," Yugyeom interrupts, looking up from his phone with a sudden delight on his face, as if the light from his phone's screen has traveled and bloomed again behind his pupils. "Wave posted." 

The reaction arrives in less than a second, because Wave had long stopped being just another anonymous campus blog sometime during sophomore year. It became something students enthusiastically refreshed during lectures, sent feverish screenshots to group chats at ungodly hours. Because everyone somehow grew to love Wave— until they became the subject of it.

Jungkook closes his eyes briefly, sparing a fraction of a second to recollect the exasperation in his heartbeat, inhaling slowly. "I swear if this psychopath wrote about me again—" 

Yugyeom's grin widens. "Bad news, superstar." 

"For fuck's sake." Jungkook mutters, snatching the phone away from Yugyeom's hand while Mingyu's laugh echos loudly from besides.

The familiar layout of wave flashes straight into his eyes, light blue and dreamy and so fucking pretty for a blog this cruel. Well, cruel would be an exaggeration, if you weren't Jeon Jungkook.

"Oh my god." Mingyu gasps. "Second paragraph is crazy." 

"Crazy accurate." Jaehyun corrects, reaching over Jungkook's shoulder to keep reading.

"This person needs psychiatric help." He says flatly.

"Mhm." Jaehyun hums, taking a sip of his drink. "You say that because you secretly agree with everything." 

Okay, you see, that's the problem with Wave. 

The issue had never really been the concept itself, because Wave has always been undeniably good. Jungkook can survive a day or two of public embarrassment. God knows he has spent the last two years of university building an almost concerning amount of immunity to people's uncalled opinions. The problem is that whoever it is that's sitting behind that stupid light blue website is unsettlingly gifted at noticing things they absolutely shouldn't. The tiny, quiet things people lock somewhere safe beneath their hearts and reveal only when they trust someone with their lives. 

It suffocates him sometimes, not that he'd ever say it like that.

"I'd rather die than agree with this hypocrite." He says instead.

Jaehyun nods dismissively. "Right."

The girl beside Jungkook leans over his shoulder, eyes laced with curiosity. "Wait, keep reading." 

"Use your damn phone." He shuts her off immediately, handing the phone back to Yugyeom.

Yugyeom grabs his phone in one hand while he shakes Jungkook's shoulder dramatically with the other. "Did you do something to this writer we don't know of?"

"Why are you acting like i personally asked to be publicly humiliated?" 

Mingyu shrugs. "Because you clearly enjoy it a little.

"I actually don't." Jungkook argues. 

Majority of the people around him dissolve slowly, disappearing into the crowd to find their own group of friends to gossip on the article that just got posted, leaving Jungkook with his own group of friends who unfortunately do not make up the IQ of a normal person even when merged together.

"Hey," Jungkook says like he suddenly remembered something so crucial, angling his body towards Jaehyun. "Have you seen Mark?" 

Jaehyun's brows pull together. "Thought he was coming later."

"He texted me like an hour ago." 

"Your secret little rendezvous?" Yugyeom asks knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jungkook scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

Mingyu gasps dramatically. "You're cheating on us with the music major?"

"None of you are funny." Jungkook says, shaking his head once before letting his gaze drift around the kitchen while Mingyu and Yugyeom start arguing about something else entirely.

Then he spots you.

Oh. 

Jungkook knows you. Okay, he doesn't exactly know you, but he knows of you. Through Mark, through Yugyeom, through this and through that but never truly by heart.

You, with a face carefully designed by gods, standing there mindlessly as if you aren't the textbook definition of beauty itself. You, who'd without a doubt get his cock rock solid in mere seconds by rolling your eyes and laughing at how dumb he is. You, who'd pretend to not be fazed by him while very obviously blessing him with flirty smiles and inviting eyes.

You would be…mildly inconvenient for him.

"Why are you staring at her like that?" Jaehyun asks from besides him. 

Jungkook tears his eyes away immediately. "You're seeing things."

Mingyu laughs loudly, chiming in a beat later. "You literally are." 

"Shut up." 

"You don't even know her like that." Yugyeom adds, grinning. 

"I know enough." 

Jaehyun lifts his brows accusingly. "That is?"

Jungkook opens his mouth, but closes it again in no time. Because somehow saying prettiest girl on campus who'd drop him to his knees by casually using words he has to mentally spell twice feels a little excessive for a girl he's never had a proper conversation with in his life. 

"Mark's friends with her, right?" He asks instead. 

Jaehyun nods slowly, a little suspicious. "Yeah." 

"Cool." Jungkook replies. And before any of his friends can say another word, he's pushing himself away from the counter and walking towards you. 

Mingyu gasps dramatically behind him. "Oh my god, he's approaching." 

"Act natural!" Yugyeom shouts over the music. 

Jungkook scoffs in exasperation, but he doesn't turn around, walking towards you as he flips them off by waving a hand behind. 

You notice him coming over almost immediately. Because Jeon Jungkook isn't exactly one to go unnoticed by many, and that sadly seems to cover you too. There is something annoyingly conspicuous about him, visible even in places that are so crowded you lose your friend within the bare minute of getting there. 

Maybe it's the broad shoulders, maybe it's the tattoos and the lip rings that usually wink at you before even he gets the chance to, or maybe it's the fact that everybody seems to orbit around him with a push and pull so heavy it feels like he's the center of gravity itself.

It's probably the shoulders. 

Miyeon, your gorgeous best friend, notices him too as his steps get closer and closer to where you are standing. Her lips twitch knowingly around the rim of her cup. "Well," She murmurs into her drink. "This should be interesting." 

Jungkook stops right in front of you before you can reply to your friend. "Hey." He greets easily. And annoyingly enough, his voice sounds exactly the way the rest of him looks.

You tilt your head slightly, half empty cup swaying between your fingers. "Hey yourself."

Jungkook blinks once before letting out a breathy laugh. "Oh, this is already going badly for me." 

Miyeon snorts into her drink, but you quickly nudge her arm before she says something she shouldn't. "I'm looking for Mark." Jungkook continues, gaze shifting back towards you. "Have you seen him?" 

"You're looking for Mark?" You repeat, cocking a brow. 

And for some reason, Jungkook's smile widens. "We were supposed to meet." 

The answer catches you a little off-guard. Not because Jungkook knowing Mark is strange. It's not, everybody knows Mark. But because there is something in the way he says it. He's saying it seriously, with intention. Like whatever they're meeting about actually matters to him and that's not something you can coherently place somewhere solid in your head.

"You sound committed to that." You say before you can stop yourself.

Jungkook squints his eyes. "I can commit to things."

You take a sip of your drink, taking your time with the action as your brows raise with something laced with accusation. "You sure?"

Jungkook's eyes widen just slightly as Miyeon turns away, trying to hide her laughter. But she cackles anyway. "That's crazy." He says, a loose grin forming on his face. "You know absolutely nothing about me." 

"You don't exactly strike me as somebody mysterious." 

"Yeah?" He breathes. "What do i strike you as?"

You roll your eyes, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. And whatever that happens in Jungkook's chest— it's deeply unfortunate. 

This is exactly his type, horrifically so. Pretty has never been an issue for Jungkook, he has been surrounded with pretty all his life. Pretty and mean, on the other hand, is apparently where the problem in his pants begin. 

But before either of you can continue, Jungkook's name is yelled from across the room. "There you are!" Mingyu shouts, throwing an arm around Jungkook's shoulders after he makes his way towards you. "Some girl is throwing up on Jaehyun's shoes because you disappeared." 

Jungkook closes eyes briefly, inhaling a long breath. "See? What's commitment if not that?" 

You laugh despite yourself, loud and real and so fucking pretty Jungkook thinks he might've forgotten how to breathe properly. 

"I'll tell Mark you were looking for him." You say. 

"Appreciate it." He says before stepping backward towards the kitchen, then pauses suddenly. "By the way," He starts, causing you to raise a brow. "You're prettier than your articles sound." 

Your expression freezes for a beat, lips parted and head still tilted. A lazy smirk dances on Jungkook's features before disappearing back into the crowd behind Mingyu, leaving you standing there with your drink still halfway raised. 

Miyeon slowly turns towards you. "What the fuck was that about?" 

Your eyes linger on the hallway Jungkook disappeared into, gaze floating like you've just wandered into an ocean with no trace of the start and end. Because no, you don't have an idea on whatever the fuck that was either.

Your phone buzzes before your thoughts can swallow you up any further.

namjoon: still awake?

Your eyes flick between the small digital clock on the corner and the text in the middle of your screen before your fingers move over the keyboard.

you: i'm at yugyeom's party

namjoon: you posted during a frat party?

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you, though you're sure he feels it behind the screen.

you: it was queued

namjoon: ah

namjoon: coffee at mine?

namjoon: you can sleep over

You lift your head at something Miyeon says, nodding your head without really listening to what she's talking about. You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, weighting your options before deciding to give in.

you: wow, the honor

you: on my way

The city feels different after midnight.

Maybe not quieter, because noise never really dies down on friday nights. People like to laugh, dance, live. Because modern time doesn't really allow love anymore. Because people spare friday nights for themselves and keep it tucked somewhere they know it belongs. Because people yearn to belong and time doesn't like to stretch and bend around desire. It just moves. 

The city feels softer, as if somebody reached over and mellowed the space so that everyone could find a place for themselves. At least, that's exactly the way you feel when your uber drops you off outside of Namjoon's apartment building twenty minutes after you leave Yugyeom's place. The clock is ticking past two in the morning, and by the time you make your way upstairs, your feet are aching and your social battery has officially ran out.

When the door opens, Namjoon greets you with that same old warmth you've had memorized for nearly four years— almost the entirety of your college years. He gives you a hug before disappearing back into the hallway, informing you of how the coffee is almost done. 

His place is dim except for the kitchen, where a warm light spills in and drapes over the entire apartment in a yellow hue. It always smells the same here. Not in a weird way, not at all. Just very…specific. It smells like books that have already been read at least twice and expensive coffee beans that are too niche for you to have any understanding of— because to the normal person, they all just taste the same.

Definitely not to Namjoon. 

You slip your heels off by the door, following him into the kitchen after dropping your purse somewhere on the couch. "Do you want to lose all the sleep left in your system?" You ask, gaze dragging over the empty coffee mugs on the counter. 

Namjoon stands in the kitchen with his back turned to you, dressed comfortably in some gray sweatpants and a dark colored hoodie. His glasses sit low on his nose, hair falling onto his forehead in messy strands. "I'm writing something." He says, a soft smile forming on his face as he pours in the hot liquid carefully. "How was the party?"

You climb onto the counter, plopping your body onto the marble as your legs dangle above the height. You unashamedly stare at him for a moment, taking in the sweats and the glasses and the fact that he somehow still looks put together despite the hour. Because Namjoon looks a little unfair like this— annoyingly intelligent and completely at home.

"It was loud." 

Namjoon hums, handing you the mug. "The alcohol was terrible, i spent the whole night trying to keep Miyeon away from Yugyeom, and someone cried in the bathroom after throwing up on the floor."

"Sounds typical to me." 

You take a sip of the coffee, then groan immediately because it's still too hot to drink, before setting it down with exaggerated annoyance dancing on your face. You trail behind him into the living room, pulling your legs beneath yourself as you sink into the couch while he settles right next to you with his laptop balanced over one knee.

"You're actually writing." You say, eyeing him over the rim of your mug.

"I told you." Namjoon says, giving you a brief glance before he turns his attention back onto the screen. 

Your eyes absentmindedly drift towards the screen of his laptop, floating over the margins that are filled with notes, sections that are highlighted, pages filled with comments and edits that are all very Namjoon. And for a second, for the entirety of a thousand milliseconds that feel way longer than it actually is, your own laptop sitting abandoned inside the void of your apartment suddenly feels eccentrically heavier. 

"My advisor hates me." 

Namjoon doesn't look up. "Did he say that?"

You sink lower into the couch, sipping your coffee slowly without forgetting to blow onto it. You can not burn your mouth again, not a chance. "No, but he looked disappointed." 

Namjoon sighs. "I know it sucks and you want to strangle him to the depths of death, but he just has high expectations from you."

You groan dramatically. "It's so annoying." 

Namjoon hums, nodding along as his eyes scan through the screen. "How's the thesis going?" 

That's when you gift him the pleasure of absolute silence. Because unfortunately, deeply unfortunately, somewhere along the way, your thesis and Wave started bleeding a little too much into each other and now everything feels way too personal and disgustingly intimate. 

Not entirely, of course. Wave is still just a tool for you to learn and observe without tracing everything back to yourself. But lately, it has started to feel a little less objective and a little more on the edge. 

You didn't lose the hang of it, not really. You're still the same girl writing with the same devotion for the same purpose. Just…there has been small slips here and there, noticeable only to people who know you well enough to search for them. 

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. "It's progressing." 

Namjoon's eyes drift towards you, and your gaze lifts until it catches his own in the air. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask when he stares at you for a second too long. 

"You don't sound too truthful." 

You scoff, then roll your eyes before grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it in his face. But being the man he is, Namjoon catches it without looking. Damn him. 

"You write about Jungkook a lot." He says suddenly. 

You shrug. "He's easy material." 

"You've written about him four times by now."

You pause, squinting your eyes as every piece of writing you've ever published in the last two years flashes through your eyes. Because there is no fucking way you've written about that tattooed excuse of sex on legs for four entire times. "Four?" 

"Four." He repeats. 

You drop your shoulders in defeat. "You're very unlikeable tonight." 

"I'm just providing you with my opinions." He says, typing while speaking. "You can't ask for help if you aren't going to take my advice." 

You pull your knees closer against your chest. "I don't ask for your opinions." 

"You called me crying over an econ elective last year." 

You sit up immediately, placing the mug onto the coffee table. "Okay, first of all, it wasn't entirely like that—" 

"I distinctly remember you saying, and i quote, what do i do now, Joon, my future is over." He states dramatically, voice disgustingly sweet and high pitched as he mocks you.

You stare at him, frozen and absolutely horrified. "I was vulnerable." 

Namjoon hums, and you let yourself fall backwards dramatically against the couch cushions, throwing an arm over your face as if that's enough to physically protect yourself from embarrassment and humiliation. 

It doesn't, of course. Because nothing ever really preserves you from embarrassment when it's Kim Namjoon you're talking about.

A comfortable silence settles into the living room, allowing you drown yourself inside the small indicators of life around you. You can hear his keyboard clicking softly as he keeps working on something you have no idea about, the occasional scratch of the ceramic mug against the wood table, the faint jazz pieces playing from the speakers hidden somewhere further inside the apartment. And just as you were about to part your lips and make a comment on how his furniture is so outdated, he beats you to it.

"Oh." 

Your arm slowly lowers from your face, eyes squinting and peaking above it. "What?" 

"Are you still helping Mark with that project?" 

Oh yourself.

Everything in you physically stills, slowly and painfully, like dread is begging to be felt properly until your bones ache and sizzle with the weight of it. Because you— catastrophically, miserably, terribly; had forgotten all about it. Not in a small, oops, i should probably text him back way either. No, you had forgotten in a way that bordered on a severe case of friendship betrayal and negligence. 

You close your eyes, inhaling a long breath. "Hypothetically speaking…" 

Namjoon finally looks up. "You forgot, didn't you?"

You did, and of course he notices. Because if Kim Namjoon has spent four years studying journalism, he has spent six studying you.

Namjoon had become one of those people that had entered your life quietly yet stayed just as loudly, making himself impossible to imagine a life without in absolutely no time. Just like wine or Wave or the concerning amount of mediocre sex you've been having since your last boyfriend. 

You had met him during the first few weeks of your freshman year when he was already a junior and head editor of the university journal. Back then, he existed in your head less as a person and more as a terrifying academic urban legend you'd never admit looking up to. But you didn't have to admit it out loud, because even the older students spoke about him with an obnoxious amount of respect.

You hated him. 

But obviously, that didn't last long. As you kept sharing nights filled with stories, words and worlds no one knew existed besides the two of you, he started to matter. He'd remembered your exam dates, bought you coffee during finals, edited your essays at three in the morning. He'd answer your phone calls involving emotional breakdowns over electives and boys and broken sink pipes, then solve whatever crisis you were having in little to no time. 

So naturally, somewhere along the way, your editor had turned into an older brother and became annoyingly good at reading you— so much that you're sure he keeps a version of you that's all bare and vulnerable somewhere hidden in his furthest drawers.

Because he knows you. Good enough to notice the tiny moments where Wave feels a little too personal. To notice the way that sometimes, your thesis blurs into the rest of your life and you get caught up in the gravity of it all, so much that the project you'd promised to help with weeks ago somehow slips away from your mind despite Mark being one of your dearest friends. 

Because Namjoon doesn't forget, and Mark will definitely kill you if you don't show up at his studio with breakfast and two cups coffee by tomorrow morning. 

Musicians who are brave enough to lay their souls open between rhymes and harmonies have always felt intimate.

Music is vulnerable, always has been. Everyone knows that. But there is something utterly naked and personal beyond the in reach vulnerability of it all. 

It's the little things.

The version of them that existed on a random Tuesday in October, the argument they never really recovered from yet still shaped them into whoever they are today. The person they almost loved, the one they did love…They leave pieces of themselves behind between late nights and early mornings, and it never matters whether it's accidental or not. Because everything they touch transitions into something that carries their traces and that's enough to feel their souls on top of your own.

And, i think, that truly sums up Mark Lee as a person. 

Because Mark has always felt like someone composed of the little things. He'd attach songs to memories you won't realize matters until months later, respond to texts even if it wakes him up from his sweetest dreams. He'd turn feelings into poems and records then archive them in anything that's permanent. 

In college, people tend to think popularity belongs to the loudest person in the room. But despite being loved through the depths of the ocean until the very end of Milky Way, Mark Lee has never really been loud.

Just unforgettable. 

Three days later, you find yourself standing outside of Mark's studio with two iced coffees in one hand and a kind of resentment that's loud yet entirely unserious in the other. Because Mark has spent the last forty eight hours guilt tripping you through frantic phone calls and dramatic text messages. And you, for some reason, can not for the life of you bring yourself accept the fact that you've forgotten your promise and properly apologize.

At least you got the coffees. 

You push the studio door open without knocking, because Mark has never once respected your privacy and therefore doesn't exactly deserve it in return. As the door falls unleashed and sunlight spills until it drapes over you in a golden glow, there are a few things you expect. A Justin Bieber song Justin Bieber himself has probably forgotten about, unfinished coffees and half empty beer bottles scattered around the room, maybe even his ex girlfriend lounging somewhere in the corner because you're almost entirely certain Mark would slip straight back into her heart if she ever left it even slightly open. 

But Jeon Jungkook is not one of them.

He's sitting besides the mixing desk, leaned back comfortably in his chair wearing a black hoodie with headphones hanging around his neck, one leg bouncing lazily beneath the table while he scrolls through something on his phone.

He looks up from the screen when the weight of your presence becomes impossible to ignore. He blinks once, twice, then smiles. 

Shit, he has dimples.

"Well," Jungkook says slowly, leaning back further into the chair as he drags his eyes over you. "This just got better than i expected." 

Your reply comes immediately. "No." 

Jungkook blinks, eyes widening just slightly. "I…didn't even say anything." 

"You thought of it." 

He cocks a brow. "Thought of what?" 

You roll your eyes, dropping your purse onto the table before leaning your hip against it. "You know what." You say, and he silently stares at you for a second longer before the corner of his mouth starts twitching. 

This doesn't make sense. Not at all. 

Because certain people feel attached to certain places long before they step into them. Mark belongs in studios and beneath the stars and somewhere right in the middle of your heart. Namjoon belongs beneath the warmth of yellow kitchen lights and homes that silence everything else until it's quieter than the rest of the world. Miyeon belongs anywhere between flowers and pretty cafes that somehow never match up to her beauty. 

And Jungkook…Jungkook belongs beneath flashing lights that paint his features in colors that would look good on nobody but him. He belongs in crowded spaces and with girls who lean in a little too close whenever he speaks. He belongs anywhere loud and alive.

Just not here. Because music feels too intimate for him somehow. 

"You know." He says after a moment, still smiling. "I thought there was a chance i imagined you." 

You let out a low chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest after placing the coffees onto the table. "That's a little dramatic." 

"I'm being dead serious." 

"Well, you approached me." You say, tilting your head slightly, letting your eyes drift over him before they return back to his face. "And you don't seem to have that strong of an imagination."

"You're mean."

You groan playfully, leaning your hip against the armrest of his chair. "That's so not true." 

A small smirk plays out on his lips. "Good thing i like my girls with a little attitude." 

Pardon? Your girls?

"You're being very brave today." 

Jungkook stares at you for a second, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in a way that's not rude, just playful enough to carry traces of something cocky beneath it. He lets the silence melt and sit right in the middle of your bodies for a beat too long, then speaks.

"You're flirting with me right now." 

Your head snaps towards him immediately, and you almost choke on your own saliva. Not because you're shocked. How can you be when he has built a whole persona on candied words and pretty girls and an ego that's definitely bigger than what's between his legs. It's because he says it so easily, and you hate that. 

So no, absolutely not. You, flirting with Jungkook? No way in hell. 

You narrow your eyes. "No, I'm not." 

"Mhm." He hums, swinging left and right in his seat with a growing grin on his face. 

Okay, no. That's enough. You're not doing this any longer. You don't want Jeon fucking Jungkook to think he has a chance at having you naked and open and wide on his stupid iron man mattress. You don't want to demonstrate the size of his cock with your hands when Miyeon asks on girls night, and you most definitely don't want Mark walking in on you bickering like two horny teenagers with the self control of fucking rabbits in heat. 

So you change the subject. 

"You sing?" Brilliant. 

And peculiarly, his smile softens a little at your question. Not drastically, not enough for the entire room to shift and bend around him until it's his breath only you're drowning inside. But it's enough. Enough for you to notice the way something gentler briefly peeks through before hiding again. And you, for some reason, find yourself reaching over and folding it carefully to hide somewhere safe amongst all the other precious details people accidentally leave behind. Somewhere only you carry the map of and know how to find again. 

Jungkook glances up. "Sometimes." 

Sometimes. 

It's funny how he says it, like it matters too much that his tongue can not carry the weight of it, so he just shrugs it off like it's anything. Sometimes, he says. As if Mark would ever involve someone who does it just whenever. As if Mark would ever reach for something that's sitting right in middle of his soul and hand out a piece of it to just anyone. 

"You look judgemental." He adds.

You shrug. "I'm just surprised." 

Jungkook's eyebrows lift at your answer, like he knows there is another thought sitting beneath it, quietly waiting for the permission to exit. But before he can get the chance to ask about it further, the studio door suddenly swings open. 

Mark walks into the room with an amount of rush that should be concerning for this time of the morning. His hair is messy, bag is tucked beneath his arm and an iced americano is trying to balance clumsily between his fingers as he tries finding a place to squeeze himself in.

"Okay, first of all. Traffic should be considered the worse case of masochism the human kind has done to itself." Mark rambles, barely waiting for the door to close behind him before speaking, words tumbling out of his mouth in consecutive complaints. 

"And you," He kicks the door shut with his foot before continuing, pointing a finger at you. "After forty eight hours of emotional neglect, show up with iced lattes? I don't drink lattes. That's for pussies who don't understand coffee." 

You roll your eyes. "I do something nice and you still complain." 

"You completely forgot me and brought coffee out of guilt."

You pause, looking down at the table before speaking again. "It's still coffee."

Jungkook laughs quietly besides you before Mark cuts in again. "Okay, so basically," He breathes, gesturing around the room. "This is my senior project, the one I told you about three weeks ago and you forgot because you apparently don't care about me anymore. It's a short film of my album with a narrative concept." He turns to Jungkook. "He's singing." 

Your eyes drift around in silence, taking in the headphones and the sheets filled with lyrics and the fucking sometimes he threw at you as if it meant nothing.

"And you," Mark angles his body towards you. "Are helping with the writing." 

"Mark," You argue, because what can you possibly be writing? Music? You don't do music. You write people, you write anything between stories and analysis but not music.

"Don't Mark me right now. You agreed to this weeks ago." He says as he rolls his eyes, chugging down his coffee. "The story. You're writing the narrative and the emotional structure, obviously."

Oh. Right. 

Because of course Mark wouldn't just make music. No, he has always been incapable of touching one art form without dragging five others to it. Because Mark Lee is a man of passion and he won't do anything without making it entirely his. 

"Apparently you said music without context feels lonely to Yoongi's trap arrangement last week." Jungkook says without really looking at you, swinging mindlessly in his chair. 

Your head snaps towards him. "How do you know that?"

Jungkook blinks once, like he hadn't expected to say that out loud yet did anyway. His eyes flicker between you and Mark before he collects himself back together and shrugs casually. "Mark talks about you." 

That's…annoyingly sweet of him. 

"You talk about me?" You coo with a voice disgustingly candied, head tilted as you reach for Mark's arm. 

"Oh my god." Mark groans dramatically, but he doesn't pull his arm away. "No, because Jungkook, don't let her fool you. She acts all nice and sweet then suddenly you're buying her food and driving her to places." 

You open your mouth immediately, ready to defend yourself. You turn towards Jungkook, response already on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spilled— only to stop.

Because Jungkook is already looking at you. Not in a weird way, not in the way boys usually look at pretty girls when they think nobody is noticing. Just…gentle. His smile is still there, only now it has grown and molded into something smaller. The kind that doesn't really ask for attention, the kind that simply stays there because it wants to. His eyes feel softer too, like's he's really listening, sitting through the spaces of your presence until he feels it permanently engraved into his mind.

It feels a little precarious. 

And perhaps the most annoying thing about Jungkook is that the disappointment never really arrives.

Because eventually, the conversation shifts and folds itself until time starts passing in a kind of haziness where it melts into something thinner. Mark disappears into one of his passionate spirals regarding symbolism and the basics of music theory and you somehow find a way to contribute just as passionately despite not exactly having the qualifications to do so. 

That's normal. That doesn't surprise you, it has happened enough times to not be the slightest of a deal. But Jungkook, Jungkook surprises you. 

Maybe not dramatically, maybe not in ways worth writing Wave articles about. It's the little things, tiny things that somehow fill in the entire space and make their way into the dearest corners of your heart. 

Like how he listens with his entire body, the way he turns towards whoever it is that's speaking and stays there, like he genuinely thinks people deserve to be heard all the way through. The way he never interrupts Mark despite the fact that Mark tends to over explain things as if he himself personally invented art and human emotion. The way he nods along quietly, asks questions at exactly the right moments without ever interjecting anyone and reaches over to hand you your drink when you start looking for it. 

And somewhere in the middle of the complexity of it all, Jungkook sings. 

Mark points towards the recording booth in the middle of his nth rant today, and Jungkook pushes himself up from the couch besides you with a small sigh before disappearing behind the glass doors of the booth. And for some reason, your eyes follow him through each passing second, because simply standing behind a microphone with overhead headphones should not look this different on somebody. 

Because suddenly, he's stripped out of everything you've subconsciously built for him. And for some stupid, sick, twisted reason, Jungkook looks ridiculously hot like this. 

He adjusts the headphones over his ears before leaning towards the microphone slightly, eyes lowering as Mark presses something on the screen. 

His voice happens a beat of two after the music starts, and it happens big. Like waves crashing into rocks, like starts falling down the sky, like spring melting into summer and summer clashing against fall. 

It's stupid. 

He's not bad, god, you wish he was bad. No, not at all. Because Jungkook sings exactly the way the listens. Softly, fully, like he throws himself into it before realizing he's doing it. Like somewhere in the middle of every rhyme and every note and every breath, there are pieces of him patiently waiting to be discovered. 

You understand why Mark chose him. 

Jungkook drops beside you onto the couch with a tired groan after Mark decides he's poured enough of his soul for today, and you find your eyes grazing over him as he scrolls through something on his phone. 

"You're staring." Jungkook says, not even looking up from his phone.

You blink. Fuck. "Excuse me?" 

He hums, lips twitching beyond his control. "Mhm." 

You angle your body a little more towards him. "I literally wasn't." 

He nods, still not looking at you, but he's still smiling. 

You stare at his profile for a little longer as Mark works over the keyboard in silence, then find the words escaping your mouth before you can hold them in. "You sound different when you sing." You say quietly. 

Jungkook stills a little. Just a tiny, little falter that happens in his body. His eyes lift slowly from the screen, then catch yours before speaking. "Different?" He asks.

You shrug immediately, trying to fold the conversation into something drastically more casual. "Just less annoying." 

Jungkook laughs, shoulders shaking beside you. "Less annoying." He repeats, grin growing. 

You roll your eyes immediately. "Don't let it get to your head." 

"You know," He says after letting a beat pass, and you turn your head back towards him. "You say very mean things for someone who can't seem to stop staring." 

Your brows lift in offense. "I do not stare." 

He blinks. "You do." 

You scoff. "You're delusional." 

Jungkook hums softly. "Earlier, when Mark was talking—" 

You don't let him speak. At least, you try. "No."

"And then when i was recording—" 

"Jeon." 

He's fully smiling now, like he's getting the most ridiculous amount enjoyment he possibly can get from this. You stare at him in silence, lips parted and expression faltered. Jungkook stares right back at you, that stupid smile never really leaving from his lips. And for some sick and twisted reason, your stomach does a tiny little flip that irritates you through the entirety of your skin and bones. 

Then, as if god has finally acknowledged the depths of your suffering, Mark cuts in exactly at the right time. "Oh my god." He gasps. 

Jungkook blinks from next to you, gaze drifting onto him. "What?" 

Mark doesn't respond for a moment, and that's deeply concerning for a man who'd speak even at the verge of death.

You slowly sit up. "Mark?" 

His frozen state continues for a beat longer before he suddenly springs up from his chair. "No no no." 

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks as his brows pull together, leaning onto his knees. 

"I," Mark starts, looking down at his feet before he slowly, dreadfully searches for your eyes. "I'm late." 

Jungkook scrunches his nose. "You're late for what?"

Your eyes widen when the realization slowly stretches then breaks through you. "Oh my god." You breathe dramatically. 

"Stop saying oh my god!" Jungkook snaps, thoroughly lost. 

Mark closes his eyes, taking in a long, guilty breath. "I'm supposed to be meeting up with Yerin." 

Jungkook's phone falls onto the couch. "You're meeting your ex?"

"You're late to meeting your ex." You correct. "And you're wearing that?"

Mark looks down, eyes taking in the gray sweatpants and the black hoodie he has worn so much it's practically another color now. "Oh my god." 

He quickly gathers up his belongings, then slings his bag over his shoulder before making his way to the door. He's able to take approximately three steps before he suddenly stops, and slowly, very slowly, turns to you.

"Can i take your car?" 

You blink a few times before responding. "Absolutely not." 

"Please," He begs, bending above his knees with impatience. "Please, I'll do anything. Imagine if she thinks i stood her up. She's going to leave me for good this time and I'll be left to crumble and die in my own sorrow." 

After two or five separate sequences of long inhales and deep consideration, you give in. "If you scratch it, I'll kill you."

He runs over to you fast. "Thank you, thank you. Oh my god, i love you." 

"Okay, okay. Stop." Before you even get the chance to return his hug, he's already grabbing your keys and shoving it into his bag. Jungkook stares from besides you silently until the very last second of Mark's departure, then bursts into laughter the moment the door closes shut. 

"Stop." 

"I'm trying." Jungkook says between fractions of laughter. 

You sigh. "No you're not." 

"I'm literally trying my hardest." 

Liar.

Because now, he's laughing properly and somehow it's the prettiest thing you've heard all week, minus his singing— which is a whole another problem of its own— and you feel yourself physically falter at the sound of it. 

You stare at him for a minute longer before eventually drifting your eyes towards the studio doors instead. It's irritating how you're now painfully aware of everything else all over again. Spring air brushing softly against your skin through the window, the distant sound of laughter and conversation somewhere across campus, the way Jungkook is seated close enough that if you shift half an inch closer your shoulders would probably brush. 

"So," Jungkook has finally, and thankfully, stopped laughing. Though the smile is still sitting there loosely. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, swinging them around his finger. "Guess I'm driving you home." 

You were about to mindlessly give into defeat when suddenly, you remember one, tiny little detail. 

Jungkook doesn't have a car.

You breathe slowly. "You ride that stupid motorcycle." 

His brows lift immediately. "That stupid motorcycle?" 

Your lips part, then close again when he cuts you off, lips twitching cockily. "You remember."

You scoff loudly. "You spent like twenty minutes talking about it." 

"Mhm." 

"And your personality is unfortunately very loud." 

"Mhm." He hums, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his jeans as he mindlessly collects his things. "You remember." He repeats with a growing grin.

"Stop saying that." You complain, following him behind through the door. 

And ten minutes later, you hate yourself. 

Genuinely.

Because now, you're standing outside beneath spring air and bright streetlights while Jungkook straddles his motorcycle like this isn't singlehandedly the worst thing that has ever happened to you. 

Because suddenly you're surrounded by things you've never considered before. Like leather jackets and silver rings and tattooed biceps you want to suffocate and die inside. 

You don't tell him that, of course. 

He glances at you over his shoulder before slipping on his helmet. "You coming?" 

There is a moment where he is met with a complete, utter silence. Because, first of all, you've never been on a motorcycle before. And second of all, there is a very physical, very obvious problem with motorcycles. 

Where the fuck are your hands supposed to go? 

Jungkook watches the way something between conflict and irritation flashes across your features, expression faltering slowly. He pauses along with you, then smiles knowingly. "You've never been on one." 

And the way he says it is absolutely stupid. Because he doesn't ask, it's not a question. He has somehow read you devastatingly well and has made a statement about it. One that is entirely correct. 

"I have not." 

"And you're scared." 

Excuse you? 

You blink. "Scared?" 

Jungkook says nothing, then places both of his legs on the sides of the vehicle as he patiently waits for you. You stare at him for long enough, then with the amount of dignity one can preserve in situations involving pussy clenching tattoos and massive biceps, you walk over. 

"Need help?" Jungkook asks as you struggle deciding how to position yourself. 

You shake your head immediately. "No." 

Lies.

Because an entire thirty seconds later, you're still trying to figure out how people get on these things without publicly humiliating themselves. 

"You know," He starts carefully, voice softer now." "I can help."

You look up slowly. "How?" 

"Come here." 

Your eyebrows pull together. "What kind of instruction is that?" 

He sighs softly, calling your name. And for some stupid reason, the way your name rolls and falls out of his mouth does something irritating to your nervous system. 

You hate that. 

Because suddenly, the air feels warmer than it did thirty minutes ago. Because suddenly, he is patiently looking at you with those pretty brown eyes of his and the space between you feels so small that the lack of distance physically blows your breath away. 

He holds a hand out towards you. "Come here." He repeats. 

You stare at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand. And for reasons you will absolutely be denying later, you place your hand in his.

Jungkook's fingers close around yours immediately. Warm, firm and unreasonably effortless, as if he doesn't even think about the action twice. 

He gently guides you forward and suddenly you're standing between his arms for one devastating second too long as he explains something about where to place your foot and how to balance and honestly—

Honestly, you don't hear a single fucking word. 

Because Jungkook is standing too close. Because his voice is low and his presence is warm. Because somewhere above you, he quietly lets out that sweet laugh again and you think that's the exact moment you realize this might be becoming a bigger problem than you ever thought. 

"You listening?" He asks. 

No, you're not. Not even a little.

Some men are just plain irritating.

The kind of men who make you think you're special after two dates. The kind of men who act as if their love and desire for you is past the lethal dose, long sitting far away from what's acceptable after taking you out for one drink. 

They start remembering your birthday, then your coffee order, and then the stories you tell absentmindedly. They pay attention in all the ways that matter until suddenly, they don't. 

They start disappearing slowly. Late responses transition into cancelled dates and cancelled dates drag over white lies and empty promises. And before you know it— they're gone. 

Some people become memories and some people insist on staying as habits. Unfortunately for Kim Yugyeom, habits are significantly harder to quit.

Campus looks a little prettier at night, with string lights tangled carelessly around trees to soften the sharp corners of concrete sidewalks and buildings that usually look painfully monotone and disgustingly gray beneath daylight. Music that's floating around blends into laughter and conversations until everything feels like it's dipped into something warmer, casting the green scenery in a dimly golden hue.

People become prettier at night too. Like darkness reaches over to soften and hide all the sharp edges daylight stubbornly insists on exposing. You think it has something to do with poor lighting and the desire to dress each other up in a way that's aligned with our own fucked up fantasies, but that doesn't change the fact that you'd much rather time stops at nine in the evening instead of morning.

Miyeon walks beside you with a cup of vodka and something fruity in her hand, complaining passionately about one of her professors as if he has something personal against her and is failing her out of spite. When, in reality, she has been way too caught up in toxic ex boyfriend drama and seasonal depression.

Anyone who says spring depression is not real is lying. Because your best friend has been going through one for the entirety of march and april and may and you're not sure if it'll pass by july.

But it's fine. You love her and Mark loves her and you're sure she will be fine. Yeah, maybe Yugyeom is six feet tall with a face carefully structured by the higher powers above us. But he's utterly stupid and completely undeserving of the crazy stupid love provided by your gorgeous best friend.

"No because explain to me why participation counts in my grade." Miyeon complains beside you, taking another sip of her drink as if she has the attendance and exam results to cover up the mess caused by her miserable participation grade. 

You blink. "Because participating matters?" 

Miyeon stops walking like you've offended her beyond all measure, then turns to you very slowly. "The institution has corrupted you." 

You let out a laugh immediately, shoulder bumping against hers as the crowd thickens around you. "Maybe your GPA is a little important and passing isn't always enough." You add with a playful smile. 

"You've changed." 

"Okay." You drag out the word until she physically can not hear anything after the o.

"Namjoon did this to you. You were fun and sexy until junior year and now you're a disgusting hard copy of that man." 

You scoff. "Leave Namjoon out of this." 

Instead of responding to you, Miyeon narrows her eyes through the crowd before you can properly defend both yourself and Namjoon's imaginary honor. Your eyes follow her line of sight without thinking too much of it, and you still just a second after Miyeon does. 

Because standing near one of the food trucks with drinks sat carelessly in their hands are Mingyu and Jaehyun. But that's not the point, Mingyu and Jaehyun are fine, you've actually shared that infamous econ elective with Jaehyun during junior year and he surprisingly turned out to be sweet and worth a couple hours of your precious time. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, is not ideal. But not ideal is also fine, you can bear with non ideal to an extent. What's thoroughly, completely, utterly impossible, is Yugyeom.

God truly does not love you. 

Miyeon physically freezes besides you. And, I repeat, she doesn't subtly falter. She stills. 

Then, Jungkook looks up at exactly the wrong moment, finding your eyes and catching them in air before anyone else gets the chance to steal them away. His eyebrows lift slightly in amusement before a smile slowly spreads across his face, and it feels a little concerning the way he does it. Because Jungkook smiles like he means it. Like the smile happens to him before he can realize and reconsider. 

His line of sight is followed before any of you can do anything about it. It starts with Mingyu, then Jaehyun. Which is fine, because we've already established that Mingyu and Jaehyun are harmless. 

But Yugyeom? Not even close. 

"Oh no." Mingyu says the moment he spots you. And honestly? Very fair reaction. 

Because unfortunately, Kim Yugyeom has always had an exceptional talent for creating versions of Miyeon you hate. 

Jaehyun lifts his drink awkwardly. "Hi?" Very brave of him. Very brave.

Miyeon smiles immediately, too animated and too polite, before you can even think of interfering and softening the impact of it all. 

"Hi Jaehyun." She says, tone too normal despite the situation.

"Miyeon," Yugyeom greets, voice casual and light like her name belongs naturally inside his mouth. Fucking hypocrite.

"You cut your hair." 

No.

No, you're not doing this right now. Absolutely not. Because, okay, first of all, what kind of thing is that to say to your ex girlfriend of two whole years? And the worse part of it all? Miyeon cut her hair three months ago. Three, entire, months.

Yugyeom blinks one whole minute after the words leave his mouth when no one responds to him, like the sentence leaves his mouth and arrives back to him sixty seconds later. But it's already late for realization. Too fucking late. 

A long silence passes, and you feel it physically sizzle and slice right through the surface of your skin. "Right." Miyeon mutters a beat later, and you close your eyes with a long, suffering inhale. 

Somewhere in the middle of the discomfort settling over everybody like a layer of second skin, you catch movement from the corner of your eye as if the situation isn't terrible enough. 

Jungkook, of course, is already looking at you. Because he seems to have made it into a habit. 

Miyeon laughs beside you. "Three months, by the way." 

Yugyeom falters. "What?" 

"My hair," She starts, letting her eyes drag over him. "I cut it three months ago." 

It's a little funny now. You know, the entirety of the situation. You do everything in your power to not stare at the two of them, gaze drifting around your surroundings instead. And it turns out that you, as of right now, are not the smartest person in the room. Because across from you, Mingyu suddenly becomes deeply interested in the swirl of his drink, and Jaehyun seems to be counting the birds in the sky. Jungkook? That, you don't know. Because you're sure he's still looking at you and that's the second thing your eyes are trying to avoid. 

"Right." Yugyeom says again, like saying right enough times might eventually make the situation right, even though it won't. Because none of you are stupid— well, except for Yugyeom himself, it seems. 

Then, Mingyu suddenly claps his hands once, and the sound echoes so much louder than he intended it to. "Okay!" He exclaims with an amount of enthusiasm that should genuinely award him an Emmy. "Amazing! Love this energy. It's so deeply casual." 

Miyeon laughs again, a little softer than the one she let escape minutes ago. It's not enough to bounce and spill and take over the atmosphere the way it usually does. But for now, it's enough to let you breathe.

"Sorry," She says through another laugh, shaking her head. "No because, you're unbelievable." 

Yugyeom squints. "What did i even do?" 

You scoff. Obviously, that's not surprising. Kim Yugyeom deserves a hundred more of those. But Mingyu and Jaehyun scoff along with you. And, oh, Jungkook too. 

Maybe society has hope after all. 

That's when you stop keeping up with their conversation, because their steps slowly get closer and closer to each other and farther and farther away from you until the volume of their voices lower down enough and exist only for the two of them.

Not that you're complaining. Not at all. You're thoroughly relieved and you do not want to hear another word of this pointless conversation.

Mingyu leans over and lowers his height next to you. "How traumatized are we?" 

You laugh, relaxing a little. "A solid eight out of ten." 

He places a hand over his chest dramatically. "Thank god." He exhales. "For a second i thought i was alone in this." 

You laugh again, and peculiarly, somewhere in the middle of cheap drinks and Mingyu defending his dignity like his life depends on it, your shoulders begin dropping one by one.

Everything softens after that.

Mingyu gets distracted after spotting somebody from one of his classes and suddenly starts passionately discussing basketball statistics with Jaehyun. Miyeon and Yugyeom slowly become figurines in your peripheral vision— still there, still existing, but further now. And somehow, Jungkook ends up right besides you. 

Maybe not intentionally, maybe not obviously— but he does. It happens in that natural way he seems to be very adamant on keeping recently. 

You become aware of him in pieces. The warmth of his shoulder besides yours, the sound of his laugh whenever Mingyu says something ridiculous, the traces of alcohol and masculine cologne in his scent whenever wind shifts in your direction…Tiny, stupid things people leave behind accidentally.

And unfortunately, you've spent your entire life collecting them. 

"You're less guarded tonight." 

You blink, then turn around slowly, eyes locking with Jungkook who is looking at you over the rim of his drink, a smile sitting loosely against his mouth.

"I'm always like this." 

Jungkook lets something between a breathy laugh and a scoff through his lips. "Liar." 

You roll your eyes. "You think you've got me all figured out." 

He shrugs. "I just pay attention to you sometimes."

Fucking flirt. 

You're only half listening to Mingyu's latest spiral on getting cheated on with a girl when Jungkook's phone vibrates against the grass. Jungkook glances down, picks the phone up, then groans when he reads whatever text that has been sent to him.

"What?" You ask.

"Mark," 

Your brows pull together in confusion. "What did he do?" 

Jungkook lets his head fall back slightly. "He forgot the hard drive at the studio." 

Jungkook stares at his phone for a beat longer, exhales, then turns towards you. "Come with me." 

And he is met with silence. Because for a moment, for a long, dreadful sixty seconds, silence surrounds you too. Music still continues behind you but it feels distant now. People laugh, lights glow, but all of it feels very far away. Solely because of the way he says it.

Because Jungkook doesn't ask. No do you want to come? No you can if you want. He just tells you to come with him as if he already knows the answer. 

You narrow your eyes, trying to play it off. "Is that confidence i'm seizing?"

"No." He says, smile growing into something gentler. "I think it's hope." 

Oh.

Jungkook pushes himself up from the grass, then extends his hand towards you. Not dramatically, not enough to create a whole deal out of it, but enough for your eyes to drop down to it automatically then back to him as if a hundred different scenarios have just flashed across your mind. 

You take his hand. 

By the time you reach the studio, you're a little warm. Not because of walking, not because of the weather, but because of something you absolutely can not say out loud. 

Jungkook pushes the door open, then lets you walk in first. Warm light spills through the room and reaches straight into your pupils the moment you step in, and you physically have to tap your thigh twice to recollect yourself back together. 

Space feels a little different when it's just the two of you. 

Jungkook walks ahead towards the mixing desk, still looking through his phone. "Mark said he left his hard drive somewhere." 

You hum, eyes drifting around. But it all feels absent, a little pointless. Because you're painfully aware of the tiny things all over again. Jungkook pushing his sleeves up, the way strands of hair falls into his eyes, how the sound of his voice fills in the empty room…

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's exhaustion, or maybe it's the way spring nights make people a little delirious. Stupid pollens.

You let a quiet breath escape and turn away before your brain decides to become any more humiliating than it already has tonight. "How does a music major forget a hard drive?" You ask, voice bouncing a little too loudly through the empty studio.

Jungkook shrugs. "It's Mark." 

Fair.

You snort quietly and drift towards the couch instead, letting yourself drop against the cushions while Jungkook continues opening drawers and moving papers around an unnecessary amount of concentration. 

For a minute, for the short time being, neither of you says anything. And maybe that's your first mistake. Because lately, silence with Jungkook has become as dangerous as vodka on an empty stomach.

Your eyes lift before you can stop them. That's definitely your second mistake. 

Because Jungkook had pushed his sleeves higher at some point and now his forearms are exposed beneath the dim lights of the studio and you miserably need those long, tattooed fingers curling inside your pussy. 

He crouches beside the desk, pushing his hair back before another strand immediately falls over his forehead again. "Found it." He says, and your head snaps back up.

Jungkook, unfortunately, is already looking at you. Not at the hard drive, not at the desk, just you. And for a second, neither of you says anything. Because maybe this is one of those moments where silence becomes too delicate for words. Moments that sit so carefully between people that speaking feels like touching glass with bare hands.

Your stomach tightens embarrassingly beneath your ribs as Jungkook's eyes drag all over you before they settle and stay on your face. He takes a step closer, then another, and then speaks softly. "What?"

Your brows pull together despite yourself. "What what?"

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You keep staring." He says, voice lower now. 

"And you don't?" You reply, voice barely above a whisper as you rise up to your feet. 

"I do." Jungkook replies. There is barely an inch between your bodies now, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. "But i don't lie about it, pretty girl." 

Your entire body stiffens at that. But it's not the pretty girl, not at all. It's the way he says it. Because Jungkook doesn't rush you, he never does. He doesn't smirk, doesn't tease. Just stays there looking and waiting. Like he is giving you room, like stepping away is still an option. 

And the worst part is, you don't want to step away. 

Silence stretches and stretches until it begins feeling alive. His eyes drop down to your lips, then lifts back up. For one devastating second, Jungkook looks at you like he is trying to memorize something. Like he's collecting little things too. 

His hand lifts, thumb softly tracing over the line of your jaw. "I've been patient for so long." He speaks over your lips. "And i know you feel it too. But i need to hear your words if you really want this to happen." 

Your breath catches and flips over halfway through your throat, chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm. "Jungkook," 

"Tell me," He starts, thumb stopping by the bottom of your lip. "If you want me as bad as i want you. Because— fuck, I've been good, i've been patient but i'm terribly desperate and i need to know if you are too."

"Please," You try, but you've already stopped thinking altogether. 

"Please what, baby? I need you to use your words."

"Kiss me." You fit the entire weight of those words in a tiny little breath and Jungkook's lips are on yours in an instant. 

The kiss starts out slow, his lips moving against yours gently as if he is savoring every ounce of its taste on the farthest corners of his tongue. Your hands find the nape of his neck, pulling and pressing him closer until distance can't bear existing anymore. 

Jungkook's hands drop down to your waist, tugging you closer so that your hips clash against his. You whimper into his mouth, and he swallows it without wasting a single second. 

Because Jungkook has been waiting.

This isn't what the does, not at all. Jungkook has never been a patient man. Not with desire, not with girls. He takes and gets taken in blinks and fractions and seconds— easy, casual, weightless. 

But you, you've turned into something devastatingly different. Because for weeks now Jungkook has been wanting without touching, looking without taking— ever since you laughed and rolled your eyes prettily at Yugyeom's party that night. He has spent nights thinking about your lips, mornings replaying the sound of your laugh and entire conversations searching for traces of hidden meanings beneath your words like a man slowly losing his goddamn mind. 

Jungkook doesn't wait. He doesn't ache over girls. He doesn't sit awake late at night remembering the way they looked at him beneath dim studio lights or think about the possibility of their hands touching his. But with you— fuck. 

With you, he has become unbearably aware of himself. You've made him patient in the cruelest way possible. Because now he notices everything and god, the pretending has been killing him. 

And now you're kissing him back as if you've been just as gone. And that thought alone is enough to fold and mold his brain into something disgustingly mushy and achingly dizzy.

"More," You moan between kisses, body practically begging for his touch. 

Jungkook's stomach flips upside down. "Yeah? Want more, pretty? Want me to touch you?" He squeezes the plump meat of your ass through your jeans, and your hips jerk into his with the feeling. 

His hands roam all over your body before stopping right at the hem of your top. His fingers fiddle with the fabric before he pulls away to look at you properly, and you give him your consent dressed up as a weak nod. 

Jungkook pulls your tank top over your head, eyes stuck on the way your boobs bounce beneath the lace of your bra with the movement. He physically, loudly, groans at the sight before plastering wet, open mouthed kisses on the soft skin. Your head falls back in pleasure, hands tangling in his soft locks. Jungkook pushes his head further into your tits before he reaches over your back and unclasps your bra in one swift motion. 

Your ass hits the armrest of the leather couch when he lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth, fingers toying with the other. You moan in short, consecutive whimpers as his tongue laps and flickers over the hardened nub, the wetness in your panties growing and growing. 

His cups your pussy over the your jeans, fingers pressing into your core over the fabric. The pressure is utterly mind blowing because the course denim stretches and digs into you further, causing you to cry out in pleasure. 

"Touch me properly, Jungkook." You force out, desperate to feel him on your bare skin. 

Jungkook scoffs between kisses. "Greedy, aren't you?" 

He unbuttons your jeans, fondling with the zipper for a beat too long before he can unzip and get you out of it. 

He pushes your panties aside with two fingers before sliding them into you. Your cunt sucks him in immediately, already way too wet and way too impatient for any form of foreplay. 

Jungkook tilts his head to look at the way his fingers are slipping in and out of you. "Shit, pretty. Look at that. You're gripping me." 

"Jungkook," You cry out, hands curling around his biceps for support. "Need— need your cock, please." 

He lifts his eyes up to look at your face properly, then sketches and carves every line of your expression onto the deepest corners of his heart. 

He slowly pulls out his fingers, then draws circles on your swollen clit before pulling away to take off his own clothes. His shirt flies away first, and you can't help but gawk at the bare sight of his chest. Arms, shoulders, abs— you're lucky if you don't cum right then and there. 

He gives you a small, knowing chuckle before unbuckling his belt, tossing the jeans somewhere across the room along with his boxers. Your lips are parted beyond your knowledge, eyes stuck on the hardened sight of his length. 

You've never seen a cock as pretty as that.

You're not sure if you'd ever even thought a cock was pretty— because usually, to you, they're far from that. But Jungkook, god, Jungkook is so fucking pretty with a tip so pink you think you want to suckle on it like a lollipop and a length so massive you desperately want it to choke you. 

You wouldn't be mad if your cause of death had suffocated on cock written on it all uppercase in bold letters. 

And Jungkook just laughs. He fucking laughs. 

"Don't worry, pretty. It's all yours." He says, kissing your lips once more before motioning to turn over. "Now turn around and bend over for me." He adds, pushing your back lightly so that you're completely bent over with both hands gripping on the armrest of the couch. 

Jungkook drags his tip across your folds, spreading your slick all over your cunt before he slowly pushes it in. You feel his tip first, letting you adjust to the stretch as he sucks in a sharp breath at the warmth of your walls. You moan loudly when he presses half of his cock into you, fingers firming around the cushion. 

"Oh god," You breathe, uncontrollably pushing your ass higher into the air. He slams in the rest of his length at your movement, and your back arches even deeper. "Fuck, Jungkook. You're so— so big. I can't."

"You can, princess. I know you can. You'll take every inch like a good girl. Gonna make me proud, aren't you?" 

He completely slides out out slowly, and before you can whine at the emptiness Jungkook slams himself back in. You moan loudly, head empty and thoroughly dizzy. 

Jungkook starts fucking into you, one had gripping firmly onto your waist as the other toys with your nipple from the back. He is filling you up so good you're going to lose your goddamn mind. You feel so full, stretched and stuffed to the fucking brim. Your walls suck him in desperately, walls clenching and tightening around his fat cock as he pounds into you recklessly.

"Yes, fuck. Wanna be good for you." You mutter messily as his thrusts get deeper and deeper, cock twitching inside your wetness. 

"I'm close." You breathe. 

"I've got you." He says, and you hate how assuring the words sound. 

You let yourself go just as he starts playing with your clit from behind, stimulating you as you milk your juices around his cock. He helps you ride out your high, chest pressing onto your back as he plasters small, reassuring kisses on your shoulder.

You feel physically nauseous at the domesticity. 

"Switch with me." You say after coming down from your orgasm, straightening as his cock slides out of you.

Jungkook's body falters, brows pulling together. "What?"

You roll your eyes, pulling away. "Sit, Jungkook." 

Jungkook somehow obeys without another word, dropping his body onto the couch beneath you. You hold his shoulders from above, placing your legs at both sides of his hips before reaching for his cock. 

Jungkook's breath stutters when you take him into your hand, pumping him a few times before aligning him with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto his length, and you both moan simultaneously when you take every inch of his dick into your pussy. 

"Shit," He moans, your name dancing prettily on his tongue. "You're so hot." 

His fingertips dig into the soft skin of your hips, head thrown back lazily as he moans through parted lips. You bounce on his dick with every ounce of energy that's left in you, thighs aching as he twitches inside your walls. 

Jungkook lifts his head a little to properly take in the sight of your bouncing tits, nearing his high. 

"Where do you want me?" He asks, voice low and breathy. Your stomach churns at the question, nails scratching his broad shoulders. 

"You can cum inside." 

He's going to die. He is going to fucking die but at least he'll die a proud man with his cum stuffed inside you. 

And just as Jungkook was about to close his eyes and release inside you, your phone rings.

His lips part to say something, but you beat him to it. "Just shut it off." 

Jungkook's hand weakly finds your phone, pressing the close button twice without looking at it. Of course he doesn't look, he'd be insane to drift his eyes away from the way your soft, perky tits are bouncing up and down in his own hold. But the ecstasy lasts so long as fifteen seconds until your phone rings again.

Jungkook flips it over this time. The name on your phone's screen flashes right through his eyes and he feels his heart stumble and drop straight into the rock bottom of his stomach

joon <3

“Y/N? You seem quite disoriented.”

Disoriented?

No. Everything was exactly as it should be. Perfectly normal, really. There was absolutely nothing unsettling about the sight before you. Certainly not the tall, dark haired man standing across from your father with his hands clasped behind his back, gaze fixed dutifully on the floor like he hadn’t spent the last hour turning your entire evening upside down.

​“I’m fine, dad.” you lied, shifting from one bare foot to the other on the cold marble, acutely aware that your louboutins were currently sitting on a curb three blocks away. “Just… the event stretched on for long.”

“I see.” your father murmured. He didn’t look at your feet. Hyun was a man of macro management; he didn’t focus on the missing shoes when there was a six-foot variable standing in his entryway wearing a wrinkled suit jacket.

Jungkook hadn’t looked at you since he stepped out of the elevator. The terrifying boy from the corridor, the one who had wrapped his hand around Dae’s throat with enough guttural venom to stop your breath had vanished. In his place was the Jungkook the rest of the world thought they knew: quiet and content to linger at the edge of the room until someone gave him permission to speak.

“Jungkook, was it?” Hyun asked, moving behind the long quartz island. “My daughter tells me you’re a friend.” He didn’t offer a hand — Hyun wasn’t a hand-shaker with boys who dropped his daughter off after midnight, a stroke of cold elitism that offered you a sudden wave of relief. Had he extended his hand, he would have clasped Jungkook’s bloodied knuckles, shattering the fragile illusion of a “safe ride home” instantly.

​“Yes, sir,” Jungkook said, his voice rough around the edges from the cigarettes and the shouting.

Hyun’s analytical gaze, inevitable as a ticking clock, began to dip lower, tracing the line of Jungkook’s sleeve down toward his hands.​ Before his gaze could land on the dark, angry streaks of dried blood, your internal filter disintegrated.

​You lunged across the short distance between you and Jungkook, your fingers wrapping tightly around his right hand. Your grip was desperate, entirely burying his split knuckles against your palm. Jungkook stiffened at the sudden, burning contact, his fingers twitching in shock, but he didn’t pull away.

​“Dad!” you nearly yelped, the sheer desperation in your tone successfully dragging your father’s attention back up to your face, though his brows knitted together in instant confusion. He peered down at your tightly clasped hands, the sudden display of raw intimacy completely uncharacteristic of the daughter he thought he had raised.

​“Everything okay, pipsqueak?” Hyun asked slowly, slipping into the name he’d given you years ago. It had never really been about your size, but more of how you usually shrank into yourself when he was trying to figure out what kind of trouble you were hiding.

​“Jungkook is… he’s never been up here before,” you rushed out as you tried to find a way to disappear from the kitchen lights. “And since he’s here anyway, I want to give him a house tour. Before it gets too late, of course.”

“A tour. At midnight,” your father noted, a dry tone cutting through his fatigue. “Very well. I suppose I’ll finish preparing the brisket while you show your friend around. Don’t keep him long, pipsqueak. It’s rude to starve a guest.”

​He turned back toward the stove. You didn’t wait for him to change his mind.

​With your hand still clamping Jungkook’s bloodied knuckles against your side, you practically dragged him down the long, dimly lit eastern corridor of the penthouse. Your instincts steered you toward the closest door available, a door that remained perpetually closed.

​It was your mother’s old bedroom.

​The space was a preserved museum of everything bitter. She hadn’t actually slept here much even before the divorce was finalized; she spent most of those final months staying at her partner’s house — the very man she was currently married to.

​Jungkook stumbled slightly as you yanked him inside, the heavy door closing behind you. Before he could even open his mouth to speak, you spotted a stray basket of forgotten cosmetic supplies on the vanity. Remembering she used to keep heavy-duty makeup remover and concealer there, you snatched it up.

​Without giving him a single second to process, you dragged him straight into the attached marble bathroom, shutting that door too, trapping the two of you in the small, brightly lit space before a single word about tonight could escape.

​“Give me your hand,” you whispered, your voice running on pure adrenaline.

​Jungkook let you take his right hand without a shred of resistance, his large, warm palm resting heavily over yours. Up close, his knuckles were a complete, split-open mess, swollen with dark streaks of dried blood cracking across the skin. Your stomach did a sickening flip.

​Reaching into the dusty cosmetic basket on the counter, you grabbed a tube of liquid concealer. You didn’t want your dad asking a single question about tonight, the corridor, or why your dress was ruined. If you could just cover it up — just paint over the bruises, you could pretend none of it happened.

​You unscrewed the cap and went to dab the heavy cream directly onto the open tear in his skin. ​Jungkook sharply hissed through his teeth. His hand flinched, fingers twitching against your grip.

​You froze. The damp beige cream looked horrible smeared against the raw, split flesh. A wave of profound shame hit you so fast it made you dizzy. What are you doing? This wasn’t a smudge on a collar. He was actually hurt. The makeup was old, full of bacteria, and you were about to cram it into an open wound just to save yourself from a difficult conversation with your father.

​“Sorry,” you whispered immediately. “I’m sorry. I… I wasn’t thinking.”

​You quickly turned on the faucet, guiding his hand under the stream of lukewarm water to wash the makeup away. You watched the water swirl pink down the drain, your fingers smoothing over the edges of his bruised skin.

​If you put a bandage on this, Hyun would notice the white gauze on Jungkook’s right hand. He would ask questions, and you would be forced to face the reality of tonight; the reality that you had been cornered, that you were deeply, thoroughly humiliated by what Dae had tried to do to you.

​But looking down at Jungkook’s hand, at the raw damage he had taken entirely for your sake, you realized you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t poison his skin just to keep your own secrets.

​You set the concealer down, letting it roll across the marble, and reached for the clean roll of gauze instead.

​Your fingers were still trembling as you began to wrap the white fabric around his knuckles, but your grip lingered on his skin for long. The trauma of the corridor was still clawing at the back of your throat. You needed to deflect; needed to make this about him, not about what had almost happened to you.

​“Aren’t you going to say anything?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly as you tucked the edge of the gauze in. You looked up from his hand, finally forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “Aren’t you going to apologize to me?”

​Jungkook was leaning the back of his head against the large vanity mirror, his eyes completely closed. His jaw was set, dark hair falling messy over his forehead. He looked utterly exhausted, but there wasn’t a single hint of regret on his face.

​“For what?” he murmured, deeply uninterested in the premise of the conversation.

​“For breaking his phone. For nearly choking him to death and almost making a scene,” you rushed out, trying to build a wall between yourself and the memory. “You shouldn’t have done that, Jungkook. You didn’t have to go that far. People are going to talk. My dad is going to see this bandage and he’s going to start digging, and I don’t want—”

​Jungkook’s eyes snapped open. ​The unhinged look in his dark gaze silenced you instantly. He looked completely detached from the high-society rules you were so terrified of breaking.

​He lifted his uninjured left hand and cupped the side of your face. His palm was warm and entirely too big against your cheek. You let out a soft, panicked breath, your heart hammering against your ribs as you looked up at him, trapped between his chest and the sink.

​Slowly, his thumb swiped across your bottom lip. It wasn’t an excuse to clean away smudged lipstick; his thumb just lingered there, pressing gently against the soft skin, grounding your spiraling thoughts until you were forced to look at nothing but him. He was making sure you were still here, making sure you were safe.

​“I’m not apologizing, y/n.” he stated softly, though it sounded more like a terrifying promise. “You can be mad at me all you want. You can tell your dad I’m no good. But I’m not apologizing for putting that moron on the floor.”

​He leaned down slightly, his thumb pressing just a fraction deeper against your lip, his breath warm against your face. ​“I would fucking do it again. If he comes near you, I’ll do worse next time.”

​Your breath hitched, a vulnerable heat blooming in your chest. The unbothered certainty in his voice left your mind entirely blank, cutting through all your defenses and leaving you to contemplate the terrifying reality that while the rest of your world cared about the fallout, Jungkook only cared that you were breathing.

“You can’t solve everything with your fists,” you whispered.

​“I know.” He murmured. It was so quick you almost convinced yourself you’d imagined it, but his eyes seemed to flick down to your lips.

​You frowned, your fingers tightening slightly around his wrist. “Do you?”

​Jungkook looked down at his hand, staring at the neat, white layers of gauze you had just wound over his split knuckles. ​“No,” he admitted, his voice dropping. “Probably not.”

​The honesty knocked the wind out of you. It was a complete surrender of the bravado he had carried in the corridor, that stripped away the distance between you.

​“You scared me,” you admitted, entirely undone by the quiet safety of the room.

​His head snapped up, dark eyes instantly locking onto yours. ​“When I hit him?” he asked softly.

​You shook your head, the smudged mascara burning the corners of your eyes. “When you looked at him like you didn’t care what happened to you after.”

​A soft shift took place in his expression, making the dangerous boy from the hallway vanish entirely. He leaned down just a fraction, the heat of his breath brushing your cheek. ​“y/n…”

​“You don’t need to throw yourself into a fight because somebody upset me. I can handle myself.” you said, desperately scrambling to find your footing again.

​“I know you can.” He countered immediately.

You crossed your arms over your chest. ​“Do you?”

​“I know you can,” he repeated softly, carrying a heavy weight this time, making your heart give a violent thud against your chest. He reached up again, his cool fingers brushing against your neck before his broad palm settled against your cheek, thumb pressing gently into the corner of your lip to anchor you. “I just don’t think you should have to.”

​The certainty in his tone left your mind blank, cutting straight through the last of your defenses. “What does that mean?” you somehow managed to ask, your voice barely a whisper against the quiet thrum of the house.

​Jungkook straightened his spine slowly. He let his hands drop to his sides—reluctantly, you hoped, as the uncharacteristic softness in his voice completely vanished, replaced by a coldness you knew all too well.

​“It means,” he said, his dark eyes locking onto yours, pinning you to the spot, “I don’t think you should have to waste a single ounce of your energy dealing with a pathetic, spineless bastard like Dae. Okay?”

A breathless, nervous sort of second passed between you. The protective weight of his words made your heart give a flutter, and in a desperate bid to lighten the suffocating gravity pulling you both under, you forced a faint, teasing smile to your lips.

​“Right,” you said with a tiny laugh. “Is that also the philosophy behind sabotaging my relationship with Minho?”

You were joking. It was supposed to be a dry quip to break the tension.​But Jungkook didn’t smile. He just stared down at you with a completely blank poker face, his dark eyes entirely hollow of any denial.

​Your stomach twisted. Before a single syllable of demand or panic could leave your mouth, Jungkook took a step backward, completely breaking the orbit between you. The fortress walls were instantly back up. He drifted miles away already.

​“​We should go back out,” Jungkook muttered, his voice devoid of the heat it had held just seconds ago. He turned his gaze toward the door. ​“We shouldn’t keep your dad waiting.​”

You’d never liked riding in Minho’s car.

It had nothing to do with the car itself. What you hated was the placement of it all. The back seat; being tucked away behind the front row and forced to stare at the backs of two heads that occupied the entire windshield. You’d grown used to it over the months, ever since the inevitable yes had slipped from your mouth when Minho first asked you out. Somehow, without either of you discussing it, the passenger seat had always belonged to Jungkook.

Minho gripped the steering wheel tightly enough for his knuckles to pale, his shoulders drawn up to his ears with the kind of nervous spike that only surfaced when his parents were involved.

Jungkook, meanwhile, looked entirely unaffected. Slouched low in the passenger seat, his long legs crowded the footwell as he idly scrolled through his phone. Whatever Minho was saying barely seemed appealing to him. Every now and then, he’d hum in vague acknowledgement, thumb never pausing in its path across the display.

“—I’m serious, Kook,” Minho said, cutting through the quiet for what had to be the fifth time. His eyes darted to the rear-view mirror, catching yours for the briefest second before flicking back to the road. His words, however, weren’t meant for you. “If my mum sees one stray box lying around, she’s going to lose her mind.”

Jungkook didn’t look up from his phone, his thumb lazily scrolling. He cracked his neck, the sound loud in the quiet car. “When was the last time something like that happened?”

​“That’s not the point,” Minho muttered. His voice adopted an eager, slightly elevated pitch he used whenever he was seeking a nod of agreement from the passenger seat. “You remember what she was like with the last apartment. God, that place was a disaster.”

​From the back seat, you looked out the side window into the passing streetlights, letting out a quiet sigh.

​This performance wasn’t new to you. You had been the one to stay up until three in the morning just two nights ago, the phone pressed to your ear until it grew hot, listening to Minho ramble in a miserable, hyperventilating spiral about his old roommates. He had gone into exhaustive, agonizing detail about their irresponsibility — all the clutter, the used condoms left carelessly on the bathroom floor, and how absolutely degrading it was for him to live like that. That phone call was the entire reason for today’s rushed move-in plan.

​Yet, looking at the back of Minho’s head now, you couldn’t help but notice how carefully he left all those embarrassing details out of what he was feeding Jungkook.

​With Jungkook, Minho didn’t want to sound miserable or overwhelmed. He wanted to sound like a man under pressure, a high-achieving son dealing with demanding expectations. He wanted an ego boost, a simple 'Yeah man, I get it' from the guy sitting next to him.

​And then there was Jungkook. His presence on a frantic move-in day like this was, according to you, completely unnecessary. But of course, he was the best friend, the permanent shadow and nuisance, so there he sat. You watched him through the gap between the seats, highly doubting if he even cared about a single word coming out of Minho’s mouth. He looked bored out of his mind, completely checked out, giving Minho just enough crumbs of attention to keep him talking.

​It would have been funny if it wasn’t so irritating. Minho was practically performing a monologue for an audience of one who wasn’t even buying a ticket, all while completely ignoring the person in the back seat who had actually helped him pack the boxes.

​“The old place was fine, Minho,” you said, your voice breaking through the front-row dynamic. “We cleaned the whole kitchen before she—”

​“It’s not just about it being clean,” Minho snapped. The softer, rather eager tone he used to entice Jungkook vanished instantly, replaced by a dismissive scoff he reserved entirely for you whenever you didn’t perfectly align with his version of reality. He didn’t look at you in the mirror this time. He kept his eyes fixed firmly on the traffic ahead, flattening your words cold, making your chest tighten with a hot spike of resentment.

​“They’re coming all the way from the district,” Minho continued, looking back toward the passenger side. “I need everything to look settled. Presentable. Kook, you get what I mean, right? If the entryway is a mess, the whole evening is ruined.”

​Jungkook slowly turned his phone over in his palm, the pale light of the screen dying out.

He leaned his head back against the headrest. ​“Do you need me to talk to your mother?” Jungkook asked. “You know, when she starts getting on your case about the kitchen layout again.”

​You instantly rolled your eyes to the back of your head, irritation catching in your throat. He was ridiculous. He didn’t care in the slightest about your boyfriend’s domestic crisis, and more importantly, he clearly had no idea that the ground had already been broken. You frankly didn’t know if Minho just had rocks in his head, entirely unable to decipher the sheer, underlying disinterest dripping from Jungkook’s tone.

​“Ah, man,” Minho breathed, his shoulders visibly dropping as a relieved smile broke across his face. He reached out, tapping Jungkook’s shoulder brightly. “Seriously? That’d be a massive help. I can always rely on you, Kook. Honestly, if you can just distract her for ten minutes while we bring up the last of the kitchen crates, it won’t be a complete disaster.”

​He didn’t mention you once. Not a single word about the fact that you had already spent forty minutes on the phone with his mother the previous day, soothing her anxiety about the move and coordinating the dinner timeline.

​You wanted to cut Minho’s performative little alliance down to size, but more than that, you wanted to wipe that lazy, unbothered look right off the passenger seat. It had been driving you mad lately — the frustrating realization that you hadn’t caught Jungkook staring at you in the mirrors nearly as often as he used to. You wanted his eyes on you, even if you had to drag them over yourself.

“I already dealt with his mother, Jungkook,” you said dryly. “Yesterday. The logistics are handled. No thanks to your sudden burst of charity.”

​Minho’s eyes remained fixed on the ramp as he steered the car into the concrete underground garage. “Yeah, but that’s different, babe. C’mon, you know what I mean. My mum actually listens to Kook. It’s just easier if he handles her when she’s in one of her moods.”

​Babe. The patronizing label Minho threw at you whenever he wanted you to sit still and stop complicating his life. You went completely rigid against the leather, the casual dismissal turning the blood in your veins instantly hot.

​In the front seat, the sudden friction in the car seemed to wake Jungkook up entirely. Of course. He slowly shifted in his seat, turning his torso just enough to glance over his shoulder toward the back. The stillness was back in his eyes, but this time, he was thoroughly amused. He had open ground now, and he wasn’t about to waste it.

​“Yeah, Babe,” Jungkook mocked you, the pet name rolling off his tongue in a way that completely stripped it of whatever innocent meaning Minho intended. It sounded entirely unhinged as his eyes locked onto yours in the dim light of the garage. “Listen to your boyfriend. Leave the heavy lifting to the professionals.”

​The sheer arrogance in his voice made your fingers curl into the fabric of your skirt, your patience hanging by a single, fraying thread. ​“Go to hell, Jungkook,” you hissed.

​Minho slammed the car into park, the engine dying with a heavy thud that instantly dissolved the tension. He grabbed his keys, completely oblivious to the silent fire raging across the console. “Alright, we’re here. Let’s get the rest of these crates upstairs before they pull up.”

​“You’ve gone somewhere else, pipsqueak.” Hyun observed quietly. ​“Want to come back for a second?”

​Snap.

​Your father’s voice broke through the silence, dragging you back into the suffocating reality of the kitchen island.

​You blinked, your fork hovering a mere inch over your plate. The food was entirely cold now. You hadn’t taken a single bite, your mind too occupied with the phantom heat of a garage from nearly a year ago and the very real, terrifying weight of what had happened just an hour ago in the corridor.

​“Yes,” you lied quickly, pulling the sleeves of your oversized black hoodie further over your hands. “Sorry. I’m listening.”

​Hyun set his knife down against the porcelain, his eyes narrowing as he evaluated your pale face and the untouched brisket. “You’ve barely touched your food. If you’re unwell, you should say so.”

For all of Hyun’s faults — the months spent on planes, the missed birthdays; he had been an exceptional cook. A skill born out of necessity from his own bachelor years. Whenever your mother had late nights at the firm, your father would loosen his tie, roll up his sleeves, and take over the kitchen. You used to pull up a heavy wooden stool just to watch him chop vegetables, occasionally letting you stir the pan or taste-test the sauce.

Whenever he wasn’t looking, you would lean down and take a huge, dramatic whiff of the food directly from the pan; a habit he had spent years trying to gently smack out of you, constantly lecturing you that it was entirely indecent to sniff food like an animal before eating it. You loved his cooking. It was the one version of him that felt entirely present.

Across the wide marble of the kitchen island, the comfort felt entirely out of reach. Your eyes flicked over to Jungkook, who sat three stools down.

​He was already looking back at you. His eyes were fixed on your face, tracking the slight tremor in your frame. But the moment your father’s gaze shifted toward him, Jungkook’s expression instantly locked back.

​“My apologies, sir,” Jungkook cut in, drawing your father’s attention away from your empty plate. He casually shifted his arms on the counter, and that was when the pendant lights caught the thick white layers of gauze you had just wound around his split knuckles.

​You looked at his hand, an instant wave of alarm washing over you.

​Hyun’s sharp eyes tracked the white fabric. His brows knitted in a hard line.

​You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Your mind scrambled, a cold panic spiking in your veins because you knew exactly what those raw knuckles meant. If your father started digging into how that happened, the entire fragile reality you were trying to maintain tonight would shatter.

​“He caught it on the way back from the car,” you blurted out, an excuse tearing from your mouth before Jungkook could even part his lips. You forced your voice to sound dismissive as you looked directly at your father. “We went down to get something I left in the passenger seat, and he was being careless with the heavy iron gate in the lower courtyard. It slipped and caught his knuckles against the brick.”

​Jungkook kept his eyes on your father, giving a single nod that perfectly validated your lie. “A clumsy mistake, sir. I should have been paying closer attention to the weight of it.”

​Hyun evaluated the two of you for a long, quiet moment. He was a man who prided himself on reading the hairline cracks in people’s stories, but the unbothered confidence in Jungkook’s posture didn’t give him any room to press.

​“A hand injury is a tedious liability, regardless of what business you’re in,” Hyun noted as he picked up his glass. “You’re lucky it didn’t fracture the bone. See that you’re more careful.”

​“Of course, sir,” Jungkook replied smoothly.

​As the two of them resumed the conversation, drifting effortlessly back into a discussion, you could only sit there and stare at the side of Jungkook’s face.

​It was entirely jarring. You had never seen him speak to an authoritative figure before, let alone your own father. There was no way this was the same man who possessed a natural knack for saying the most infuriatingly blunt words to you in the dead of night.

​Maybe snapping at Jungkook from a place of pure frustration had really manifested this nightmare for you. When did everything go from yelling at each other and ending up in bed the same breathless momentum, to screaming at him about how ridiculous it would be to ever meet each other’s families, to accidentally speaking it into existence?

​The utter absurdity of it all made the edges of your vision swim again. The deep, masculine drone of their voices began to blur into a static hum, the counter gleaming too brightly against your eyes. The kitchen slowly began to recede.

For the first half hour in Minho’s freshly furnished apartment, you hadn’t said a word.

You simply got to work; the thick cardboard edges of the packing crates scraping against your fingers as you sliced through tape and hauled books across the hardwood floor. Your shoulders already ached, a damp layer of sweat making your clothes cling to your skin in the humid summer night.

​Minho, meanwhile, was a whirlwind. He wasn’t lifting the heavy things. Instead, he was floating around the living room, adjusting the alignment of the curtains, and checking his watch every ninety seconds. Every small noise from the hallway made him jump with the suffocating anxiety that came from awaiting the arrival of his parents.

​You knelt by a massive box of kitchenware, carefully unwrapping bubble wrapped glasses and setting them on the lower shelf of the island.

​“Not there, y/n,” Minho walked over, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, and immediately picked up the glasses you had just set down. “My mother hates low shelving for glassware. Put them in the upper pantry. And make sure the labels are facing the back.”

​You swallowed the dry lump in your throat, fingers tightening around a piece of plastic wrap. “The upper pantry is full of the serving dishes you wanted out, Minho.”

​“Then move the dishes,” he snapped, shaking his head. He didn’t look at you, his fingers frantically rearranging the glasses on a higher shelf. “I told you, she checks these things. She’s going to open the cabinets the second she walks in to see if I’m keeping the place presentable.”

From the corner of the room, near the entryway, Jungkook was slouched against the doorframe. “Let the professionals handle the heavy lifting,” the man had quoted with a lazy smirk back in the garage, and had lived up to the arrogance — carrying every last box up from the car himself without breaking a sweat. Cocky, you thought, shifting your weight. He just wanted to show off in front of your boyfriend, to prove he could.

​“Relax, man,” Jungkook murmured, his voice bouncing off the empty walls. He flicked the blade of the box cutter out, then retracted it. “Your mother isn’t a health inspector.”

​Minho’s entire posture softened instantly. He turned toward Jungkook, a self-deprecating smile replacing the harsh frown of his mouth. “I just need everything to look… seamless. Like I’ve got it all under control.” He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “It’s exhausting keeping up with the family standards, honestly.”

​You let out an internal sigh, silently arranging the tupperware exactly as he pleased. Minho was clearly stressed, and you were his girlfriend, which meant you had to play the comforting, understanding partner whenever he was unraveling. You knew how much this day meant to him — the frantic midnight phone call he’d kept you on for hours was proof enough.

​Dusting your hands off on your skirt, you walked over to the stack of crates Jungkook had hauled up, reaching down to grab another stack of books. As you lifted the top heavy volume, your eyes caught an odd, dusty texture tucked between a set of thick journals.

​Grabbing the spine, you pulled it free and immediately felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

​“Really, Minho?” you flipped through a few of the print spreads, the loud thwap of the paper filling the empty kitchen before you looked up in pure disbelief. “A porn magazine? Are you kidding me?”

Minho’s head whipped around so fast his neck practically cracked, the color instantly draining from his face only to be replaced by a violent red that flooded his ears. He dropped the microfiber cloth he’d been using to polish the counter.

​“Y/n, put that down,” he hissed, his eyes immediately darting toward the entryway as if checking the perimeter.

​You didn’t lower your hands, a cynical spark of amusement rising in your chest. “Oh, this is yours?”

​“I forgot it was in there,” he stammered, his hands coming up in a defensive, half baked gesture as his sneakers squeaked against the floor.

​“Convenient.”

​“I’m serious,” Minho rushed out. He took a step toward the island, his jaw tight. “It got packed with everything from the old apartment. I didn’t even check that box.”

​A quiet, rough snort fell through the defensive explanation from the direction of the doorway.

​Jungkook had finally looked up from his phone, the screen dying out as he let his arms drop lazily against his sides. ​“I was wondering when that was going to happen.” Jungkook snickered. One corner of his mouth was twitched upward, amusement lighting up his features as he took in the sudden breakdown of Minho’s pristine domestic theater.

​Minho looked utterly horrified, his shoulders drawing up to his ears as he looked between the two of you. “You knew.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly. “You didn’t think to tell me?” Minho countered immediately.

Jungkook only smirked. “Didn’t think you’d invite your girlfriend to unpack it.”

“You’re not helping at all, by the way.” Minho huffed, the flush taking over his entire frame with every excruciating second of the back-and-forth.

​“I’m trying to,” Jungkook replied smoothly, his thumbs looping into the front pockets of his trousers as he took a proper step into the kitchen.

​“How?” Minho asked, frustrated.

​Jungkook nodded toward the messy pages still held open in your hands, his dark eyes skipping past Minho entirely to lock onto yours. There lingered an almost private sort of provocation.

​“I’m hoping if we all stand here long enough, y/n’ll stop finding the rest of your secrets,” he said.