Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt- about your love, your marriage & whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, heâs willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered..
Pairing - CeoHusband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader
Genre - 18+, established relationship au, angst, fluff, smut, some more angst MDNI
ONESHOT - 11k words
Warnings - angsty ride, hurt/comfort, workaholic Jungkook, miscommunication, crying, deep emotional intimacy, slow build, Jungkook is an idiot but trust me he's sweet alrightđ, Explicit smut- unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), soft dom Jk, nipple play, lots of kissing, love-making, creampie, pet names <3, praises, happy ending (sad ending's not in my veinsđŤ¸)
a/n- snsjkqkw It's my first fic (well more like I've taken the courage to actually post it)𼚠do let me know your thoughts on it <3 n consider a reblog if you like it, thank you for reading! đŤś
The soft glow of the overhead light casts long shadows across the dining room. But its warmth does nothing to chase away the cold emptiness creeping into your chest.
You sit in one of the dining chairs, fingers idly tracing the gold band on your ring finger, the once-familiar weight of it.. feeling heavier than ever. The house is silent, except for the distant hum of the city beyond the huge windows.
Jungkook is late. Again.
Youâve lost count of how many nights have passed like this, curled up alone in bed, the space beside you growing colder with each passing hour.
He always has a reason. A meeting that ran overtime, a last-minute project, something urgent that demands his attention more than you do. And youâve always understood. Until now.
Your second anniversary is just around the corner, and for the first time in weeks, you have something to look forward to. Something that, surely, he wouldnât forget.
You let out a slow breath, staring at the untouched dinner on the table. Itâs the third time this week youâve set two plates, only to eat alone. The food has long gone cold, but you still canât bring yourself to clear it away. Some foolish, desperate part of you still hopes Jungkook will walk through the door, pulling you into his arms, murmuring apologies against your skin.
But the door stays closed. Your phone stays silent.
You check the timeâalmost midnight.
He used to call. Even when he was busy, he always found a way to let you know he was thinking about you. A quick text. A voice note. Something. Now, hours pass without a word, and youâre left wondering when exactly you started feeling like a ghost in your own marriage.
You clench your fists, blinking back the sting in your eyes. This isnât you. You donât doubt him. You donât overthink things. But these days, love feels a lot like waiting, and waiting feels a lot like breaking.
And youâre so damn tired of breaking.
You close your eyes, trying to remember the Jungkook from before, before work took over, before the distance set in. The man who, despite his quiet nature, always found a way to make you feel cherished. He wasnât one for grand speeches, but his words had always carried weight. Small, simple confessions once meant everything. Now, silence is all you get.
It wasnât always easy with Jungkook. Back in college, he was cold, reserved, a storm you could never quite predict. But little by little, he let you in. His love had been careful, deliberate, whispered promises in the dark, stolen glances across crowded rooms, fingertips brushing against yours like a secret only the two of you understood.
And now, it feels like youâre losing him.
The thought sends a sharp ache through your chest. You tell yourself itâs just work, that the weight of being CEO is heavier than either of you expected. That he still loves you, even if he doesnât say it as often.
But love isnât supposed to feel like this.
The clock hits midnight.
You donât know what you were expecting. A text? A call? Maybe the sound of the front door unlocking, Jungkook stepping in, exhausted but still managing to hold you close?
But thereâs nothing.
Your throat tightens as you stare at the small cake sitting on the dining table, the frosting slightly uneven, the decorations a little clumsy. You were never a good cook. Jungkook knew that better than anyone. But in the early days of your marriage, you had tried. Because back then, cooking together had been something special. Flour-dusted fingertips, shared laughter over burnt pancakes, stolen kisses between stirring batter.
So tonight, with him too busy and too stressed, you thought a quiet, cozy celebration would be enough. Something small, something just for the two of you.
But now, looking at the untouched dinner, the unlit candle, and the cake that no longer seems worth eating, you realize how foolish that hope was.
You glance at your phoneâno messages, no missed calls.
You put away the plates. You put the cake in the fridge, even though you know itâll probably stay there, forgotten.
And then you crawl into bed alone, wrapping your arms around yourself because if Jungkook wonât hold you, who else will?
----
You stir, feeling the warmth of an arm lazily draped around your stomach. The weight is familiar, and for a moment it feels like everything is okay.
Jungkook is still asleep. Shirtless, his toned chest rises and falls in steady breaths, his face soft in the morning light. His lips parted just slightly, making him look so much younger, so much more at peace.
You take your time looking at him, memorizing the exhaustion on his face, the faint crease between his brows even in sleep. He mustâve come home lateâso late that you hadnât even heard him.
Still, heâs here. Beside you. And that alone is enough to make something flicker in your chest.
Maybe heâs planned to stay home today.
Of course he remembers.
You canât help but lean in, pressing a soft, loving kiss against his cheek. His skin is warm beneath your lips, and for a fleeting moment, everything feels like it used to.
Jungkook mumbles something incoherent, his brows knitting slightly before relaxing again. A small, sleepy noise escapes him, and the sound makes you giggle softly.
He stirs, his grip on your waist tightening just a little before his lashes flutter open. His dark eyes, still hazy with sleep, land on you, and for a second, thereâs nothing but quiet warmth in them.
"You're up early," he murmurs, his voice thick with drowsiness. His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your waist, a touch so familiar yet so foreign all at once.
You smile, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. "Couldn't sleep much," you admit softly.
Jungkook hums in response, his eyes falling shut again for a moment. He nuzzles into the pillow, his grip on you still firm like he has no intention of letting you go. And for a brief, fragile second, the weight of last night, of the distance, of everything, seems to disappear.
Maybe he really did plan to stay home today. Maybe this morning means something.
Your heart clenches with the smallest trace of hope.
Jungkook lets out a long breath and shifts onto his back, stretching his arms above his head before blindly reaching for his phone on the nightstand. His warmth leaves your side, the air turning cold almost instantly.
You watch as his expression shifts, sleep slipping away as his screen lights up. His brows furrow, jaw tightening ever so slightly.
He mutters without a glance in your direction. "Shit, I need to get to the office."
The hope you held onto so desperately.. is gone.
Your mind scrambles to catch up.
Maybe he's kidding. This is definitely just one of his teasing games where he acts all nonchalant just to catch you off guard later. Thatâs how it used to be. Him pretending to forget something important, only to turn around and surprise you in a way that left you breathless.
You wait.
You wait for the smirk to tug at his lips, for him to toss his phone aside and pull you into his arms. You wait for him to kiss you insane, to murmur a husky "Happy anniversary, baby," against your skin.
You wait for him to prove you wrong.
But he doesn't.
Jungkook swings his legs over the bed, rubbing a hand down his face before standing upâgrabs a fresh shirt from the dresser, checks his notifications again, already half-immersed in whatever work emergency is pulling him away.
The realization settles in too suffocating for you. Heâs not playing or pretending. He really forgot.
And with that, the last flicker of hope inside you dies.
----
The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut barely registers in your mind. The faint rush of water follows soon after, but youâre still frozen in place, staring at the empty space where Jungkook was just moments ago.
Your fingers grip the sheets as you try to process it, try to make sense of the ache settling deep in your chest.
He forgot.
The thought circles endlessly, refusing to fade. It should be simple, just a mistake, something easily fixed with an apology. But it doesnât feel simple. It feels like another crack in something thatâs already been fragile for weeks.
Your gaze drifts to your phone, the screen lighting up with messages from friends and family. Warm wishes, sweet texts. All reminders of the day that Jungkook should have been the first to acknowledge. And of course, they must have messaged him too.
But you know the answer before you even have to question it. Jungkook has two phonesâone for work, one for personal use. And these days, his personal phone sits untouched, collecting dust somewhere in the house while his work phone never leaves his side.
Your throat tightens.
Even if someone did remind him, would he have even seen it? Would it have even mattered?
You swallow hard, blinking against the sudden sting in your eyes.
Maybe you should say something. maybe try reminding him.
But a part of you, one that you donât want to acknowledgeâwonders if it even matters anymore.
You push yourself up from the bed, the weight in your chest making it harder than it should be. You donât want to sit here, waiting for him to remember, waiting for an apology that might never come.
Just as you step toward the bathroom, the shower turns off. The door opens a moment later, as Jungkook steps out, towel slung low around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his toned chest.
For a brief second, your eyes meet. He looks at you, blinking away the last remnants of sleep, his expression unreadable. Thereâs no sign of realization, no flicker of guilt or hesitation. Just the same tired, distracted gaze youâve been seeing for weeks.
You say nothing. Instead, you walk past him, entering the washroom to go about your usual routine. brushing your teeth, washing your face, anything to avoid the tightness in your throat.
The sound of the sink running is the only thing filling the silence between you.
By the time you step out of the washroom, Jungkook is already dressed for work. His tie is slightly loosened, one hand adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves while the other holds his ever-present work phone. He looks like heâs in a hurry, but that isnât surprising. Heâs been having breakfast at the office for weeks nowâalways rushing out, always too busy.
Still, you canât grasp that heâs actually forgotten.
Some part of you still expects him to pause, to turn around and say something. But he doesnât. Heâs focused on his screen, scanning through emails like today is just another ordinary morning.
Your chest tightens. You need to look away before the emotions creeping up inside you spill over.
You settle at the table, opening your laptop like itâs just another workday. Since youâve been working from home for the past couple of months, this isnât unusualâbut today, itâs not about work. Itâs about avoiding him. About keeping your head down so he doesnât see the way your hands tremble slightly.
If you act normal, maybe itâll hurt less.
Maybe you wonât break in front of him.
And maybe, just maybe, if you pretend hard enough, you can fool yourself into believing it doesnât hurt at all.
âBaby, can you help me with the tie?â
His voice is smooth- like every other morning before this one. Like today isnât supposed to mean more.
You hesitate for half a second before standing up, walking towards him. Your fingers move automatically, looping the fabric, tightening the knot, straightening it against his crisp shirt. You should pull away the moment youâre done, return to your seat, to your laptop, to pretending like everything is fine.
But just as you step back, Jungkookâs hand catches your wrist.
Before you can react, he tugs you closer, his warmth enveloping you as his large hand cups the side of your face, fingers splayed against your skin. His touch is tender, his thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek, his dark eyes holding yours for a beat too long.
His mouth find yours.
Warm & lingering. He kisses you like he actually means it.
âNeed it for good luck,â he mumbles lovingly against your lips.
You blink up at him.
Jungkook pulls back slightly, offering a small smile. âBig deal with the Kims today.â
And just like that, reality crashes back in.
Your mind struggles to process, to understand how he can be like this. How can he kiss you like this and still not remember.
His mind is somewhere else. His thoughts, his focusânone of it is here. None of it is with you.
You force a smile, nodding wordlessly. Because what else is there to say?
----
You stay where you are, settled on the couch with your laptop open, pretending that your heart isnât sitting heavy in your chest, while Jungkook moves around gathering his wallet and keys.
Just as heâs about to leave, he steps toward you, bending down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.
âLove you,â he murmurs.
Heâs already halfway through the living room before you even get a word out.
A bitter chuckle escapes your lips before you can stop it.
You remember a time when things were different. When he used to whine, pout, and nudge you relentlessly if you didnât say it back right away, just to tease him.
Flashback
The movie playing in the background had long been forgotten, the dialogue drowned out by the soft moans slipping from your lips. The purple neon glow cast dreamy hues across the living room, painting Jungkookâs skin in shades of violet as he moved above you.
His fingers laced tightly with yours, grip tightening slightly as his thrusts grew more desperate.
âJ-JungkookâŚâ you moaned softly, nails digging into his hand.
He groaned against your neck, his breath hot, voice wrecked. âFuck, babyâŚâ
Your body arched beneath him, pleasure building to something uncontrollable. âIâIâm gonnaââ
âCome for me, baby,â he urged, sending you tumbling over the edge.
You both unraveled together, gasping, shaking, holding onto each other like the world outside didnât exist.
Jungkook pressed lazy, loving kisses all over your face, his lips brushing over your cheeks, your eyelids, the tip of your nose. âYou alright?â he whispered.
You nodded, a sleepy, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. But then he just stared at you. A little too long.
"I love you.â The words came out barely above a whisper.
Your eyes widened slightly, a playful grin tugging at the corner of your lips as you bit down on them, trying to contain your smile. Heâd been saying it more often lately, slowly getting used to voicing what he felt.
But when you took a second too long to respond, he groaned dramatically, dropping his head into the crook of your neck like a kicked puppy.
âSay it back,â he grumbled.
âWhat?â you teased, laughing.
Jungkook huffed, then playfully bit down on your shoulder, just enough to make you squeal.
âSay it,â he demanded, his voice muffled against your skin.
Still giggling, you cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his nose. âI love you, you big baby.â
His grin was instant, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you even closer, like he could never get enough.
End of Flashback
Now, he just says it in passing. quick, thoughtless, already moving on.
The front door clicks shut, and just like that, Jungkook is gone.
You sit there, fingers motionless on your laptopâs keyboard as the weight of what just happened settles deep in your chest. He forgot. He kissed you, held you, told you he loved you, but none of it was because he remembered.
Is this what your relationship has become?
Work, work, work. Always work.
Itâs not that you expect Jungkook to run behind you all the time, to ditch his responsibilities just to shower you with affection. Hell, you supported him through everything- through college, through late nights chasing his dreams, through every stressful moment leading up to him becoming CEO. You believed in him.
But what about your love? Your marriage? Communication?
Youâve been patient. Too patient. more understanding than any normal wife would be. And you know Jungkook. You know he loves you, would bring you the whole damn world if you asked. But then whyâwhy are you beginning to question it all?
Jungkook stepped into the CEO position a few months ago. At first, things were fine. He handled it well, still made time for you. But then⌠everything became about work. Slowly, then all at once.
You canât even remember the last time you had truly loving sex. Not that Jungkook doesnât love you but it doesnât feel the same anymore. Thereâs tension in his touch, frustration in the way he moves against you. Itâs not the warmth, the desperation to be close to you like it used to be.
Is this how life is going to be from now on?
Sure, you could talk to Jungkook about your feelings. Tell him that the distance is starting to feel unbearable.
But when?
When heâs always checking his phone? When he barely even looks at you in the mornings? When you feel like youâre living with the CEO rather than your husband?
Well, happy anniversary to you.
----
Your gaze drops to your hand, to the delicate band wrapped around your finger.
Your wedding ring.
For the first time in a long time, you really look at it- tracing the intricate details, the subtle shimmer in the morning light. And suddenly, it feels⌠heavier. Like youâre only noticing the weight of it now, as if itâs trying to remind you of everything it once meant.
Before you even realize what youâre doing, your fingers slip beneath the band, sliding it off. Itâs only when the cool air brushes against your bare skin that it hits you.
Your breath catches, eyes widening at the sight of the ring resting in your palm. You hadnât even thought about itâyou just did it. And now, staring at the small, beautiful piece of jewelry, something inside you cracks. Tears gather before you can stop them.
Jungkook had spent weeks searching for this ring. Dragged you to countless jewelry stores, analyzing every cut, every design, obsessed with finding the perfect one. And no matter how many times you had told him that anything would make you happy, he had refused to settle for less.
"It has to be special," he had murmured against your temple the day he finally found it, slipping it onto your finger with the softest smile. "Because youâre special."
A broken sob escapes your throat as you clutch the ring tightly in your palm.
How did you end up here?
----
Jungkook leans back in his chair, exhaling slowly as he watches the final contract details appear on his screen. The deal with the Kims had gone smoothly, better than expected, actually. It shouldâve been a moment of satisfaction, of relief.
Instead, he just drowns himself in more work.
The hours blur together, his coffee going cold beside him as he moves from one task to another. Another meeting. Another report. Another email. The same routine, the same cycle.
Itâs later than evening when a familiar voice interrupts his space.
âSo youâre really here.â
Jungkook glances up, his fingers still typing as Taehyung steps into his cabin, arms crossed and a deep frown on his face.
âHey, hyung,â Jungkook greets, barely looking away from his screen.
Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head playfully. âI really didnât believe it when Yuna said you were still in your cabin.â
âWhy?â
Taehyung gives him a look like heâs the biggest idiot in the world. âY/N must really love you to let you work even today. My wifeâdude, she wouldâve killed me.â
Jungkook hums absentmindedly. âMmm.â
Taehyung clicks his tongue, watching him for a second before letting out a chuckle. âAnyways, youâre still an asshole for working on your anniversary.â
Jungkookâs fingers freeze over the keyboard. The realization crashes into him all at once, like ice spreading through his veins.
Fuck.
Jungkookâs fingers hover motionless over the keyboard.
His mind races to catch up with Taehyungâs words, but they donât make sense. Not right away.
Anniversary?
No, that canât be right. His brows furrow slightly as he glances at the date on his laptop screen.
November 22.
His wedding anniversary.
For a second, he just stares, as if the numbers might shift into something else, something that doesnât prove what an absolute idiot heâs been. His heartbeat picks up, but his body doesnât move. Itâs like his brain refuses to register it fully, like if he doesnât react, it wonât be real.
Heâd forgotten.
Completely.
Just an entire day of emails, meetings, and a deal he had been so damn focused on that he hadnât even spared a single thought for you.
His wife.
Butâno, that canât be right. He wouldâve remembered. He shouldâve remembered.
His jaw tightens, his mind scrambling for some excuse, some reason. anything to justify how this happened. But no matter how many ways he tries to twist it, the truth doesnât change.
You had expected something. Of course you had. And Jungkook had given you nothing.
Taehyungâs voice barely registers now, his casual teasing just background noise to the way Jungkookâs pulse is starting to hammer against his ribs.
His wife. His love. His anniversary.
And he had let it pass him by like it was just another day.
How the fuck is he supposed to fix this?
Taehyung squints at Jungkook, waiting for some kind of reaction. When Jungkook stays quiet, his fingers frozen over the keyboard, Taehyung lets out a sharp laugh.
âOh, youâve got to be kidding me.â He leans forward, palms flat on Jungkookâs desk. âYou just realized, didnât you?â
Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose, his jaw tightening. âHyung, not now.â
âOh, no. Especially now,â Taehyung shoots back, shaking his head. âDamn, man. Y/N must really love you to put up with this shit.â
Jungkook doesnât reply, his mind already spiraling. He checks the timeâlate. The entire day is gone. Heâs spent hours sitting here, drowning himself in work while youâ
Fuck.
He pushes his chair back abruptly, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket. His coat is next, yanked from the back of his chair as he moves on instinct.
âWhoa, whoa.â Taehyung raises an eyebrow. âSo now you care?â
Jungkook levels him with a glare. âHyung.â
Taehyung lifts his hands in surrender, though his smirk lingers. âGo. Try not to get divorced on your second anniversary.â
Jungkook doesnât wait for another word. Heâs already out the door, moving faster than he has all day.
And for the first time today, work is the last thing on his mind.
----
Jungkookâs mind races as he grips the steering wheel, his fingers tightening with every passing second. The city lights blur past, but all he can focus on is the suffocating weight in his chest.
How the fuck did he forget?
His phone vibrates in the passenger seat- probably another work email but for the first time in months, he ignores it. Instead, he swipes through his contacts, pressing the first name that comes to mind.
âPick up, pick up,â he mutters, jaw clenched as the dial tone rings.
âYes, Mr.Jeon?â
âYuna.â His voice is rushed, urgent. âI need you to get me something. Flowers. A gift. Something bigâjustâfuck, anything.â
A pause. âSir?â
âNow,â he snaps.
Thereâs a shuffle on the other end before his assistant hesitantly speaks again. âIâŚMr.Jeon, itâs almost 10 p.m. Most places are closed.â
Jungkook exhales sharply, raking a hand through his hair. Of course they are. Because heâs too fucking late.
His grip tightens around the wheel. âJustâcheck. Call whoever. Iâll pay whatever.â
âUnderstood,â Yuna replies before hanging up.
What the fuck is he even doing?
No expensive gift, no overpriced bouquet, no last-minute grand gesture can erase the fact that he forgot. That he spent an entire day drowning in work while youâhis wife, his love, the woman who has stood by him through everythingâsat at home, waiting for him to remember.
His hands clench the wheel.
How much had he missed? How much had he ignored?
And the worst partâthe part that makes his pulse spike, that has panic clawing at his ribs is the question he doesnât have an answer to.
What if youâre done waiting?
Jungkook slams his foot down on the gas.
Heâs not losing you. He wonât.
----
Jungkook steps into the house, and immediately, something feels off. The air is still. The silence stretches, suffocating, pressing against his chest. Almost all the lights are off, the space eerily empty, like no one has been here for hours.
His throat dries. âBaby?â
No answer.
He frowns, dropping his keys onto the counter with a sharp clink. His feet move quickly, checking the kitchen, the living room, even the hallway leading to the bedroom. nothing.
A weird feeling starts creeping up his spine. His heart beats faster as he strides toward the bedroom door, only to find the bed untouched, the sheets exactly the way he had left them this morning.
Youâre not here.
His pulse spikes, a cold sweat forming at the base of his neck. His hands tremble as he yanks his phone out, immediately dialing your number.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three.
Straight to voicemail.
His stomach drops. A shaky breath escapes him as he stares at his screen, the call log mocking him with the lack of response. His fingers tighten around the device, his mind spiraling.
Where are you? At this time of night, alone- where could you have gone?
The walls feel like theyâre closing in on him. His lungs strain for air.
Then, another thought claws its way in, violent and unwelcome.
Did you leave?
No. No. His chest tightens, his breath coming faster now. Thatâs notâthatâs not possible. You wouldnât just leave him. You wouldnâtâ
He swallows hard, shaking his head. Donât go there, Jungkook. Donât even fucking go there.
But the panic is already curling around his ribs, suffocating, unrelenting.
Youâre not here. And right now, that is the worst fucking thing in the world.
Jungkookâs fingers tremble as he redials your number.
Voicemail. Again.
âFuck.â His breath comes out uneven, panic clawing at his throat. His hands are clammy, his chest tightening with every passing second. Where are you?
His mind is spiraling now, every worst-case scenario flashing through his head. His jaw clenches as he swipes to his contact list calling your friends.
Each time, the same response.
No, I havenât seen her.
Did you check withâ
Wait, whatâs going on?
Jungkook grits his teeth, his hand tightening into a fist. His breathing is shallow, his pulse out of control. You werenât with your friends. You werenât picking up. You werenât home.
And he still had no idea where you were.
Jungkook grabs his car keys with shaky hands, his mind racing. He doesnât know where to go, doesnât have a plan. All he knows is that he has to find you.
His feet move on instinct, carrying him toward the door. But just as he reaches for the handle, something catches his eye.
A small glint.
His breath stills. His gaze shifts toward the couch, and thatâs when he sees it.
Your wedding ring.
Sitting there. Abandoned.
For a moment, everything stops. The pounding in his chest, the rush of his movements. Everything.
The air in the room feels so heavy he might collapse. His fingers twitch at his sides as he stares at the delicate band, his stomach twisting into something painful.
You never took it off. Never.
Jungkook swallows, his throat suddenly dry. He steps forward almost cautiously, like touching it will somehow make this nightmare real.
His hand trembles as he picks it up, the cool metal pressing into his palm..
Jungkook stares at the ring in his palm, his vision blurring as a lump lodges itself in his throat. Tears burn at the corners of his eyes, his chest tightening painfully.
You wouldnât just leave him like that⌠would you?
The thought alone knocks the air from his lungs. His grip on the ring tightens as his mind spirals, drowning in questions that only make the ache worse.
Were you thinking about this before today?
How long have you been feeling like this, so alone, so unloved that taking off your ring even crossed your mind?
A sharp breath escapes him, shaky and uneven. His knees buckle, and before he can stop himself, heâs sinking onto the floor, the weight of everything crashing down at once.
The ring feels heavier than it should, pressing into his palm like a cruel reminder of everything heâs neglected, everything heâs taken for granted. He squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a slow, trembling breath.
He needs to find you. He needs to fix this.
Before itâs too late.
Jungkook exhales shakily, forcing himself to move. His legs feel unsteady, but he pushes through, gripping the wedding ring so tightly it bites into his skin.
Somehow, he manages to stand, his entire body tense with desperation. He stumbles toward the door, his heart pounding, his mind racing with every possibility of where you could be.
But just as his fingers reach for the handleâ
The door swings open.
And there you are.
Jungkook freezes, his breath catching in his throat. His entire world narrows to the sight of you standing in front of him.
He crashes into you, arms wrapping around you so tightly it nearly knocks the air from your lungs. His grip is desperate, his hands fisting into your clothes, his entire body pressing against yours like heâs afraid youâll disappear.
You stand there, stunned, your own arms hovering slightly, unsure of what just happened.
"âŚJungkook?â your voice comes out confused.
But he just clings to you, burying his face into your neck, his breath warm and uneven against your skin.
You donât know whatâs going on.
But Jungkook?
He feels like he just got his heart beating again. You feel the way his body trembles against yours, his grip impossibly tight, like heâs holding onto you for dear life.
Then, the sound reaches you. A broken, uneven breath, followed by the unmistakable hitch of a sob.
Your heart clenches. âKookâŚâ Your voice is soft, laced with worry as you try to pull back, just enough to see his face. But he doesnât let you. His arms only tighten, his body curling into yours, as if letting go would physically hurt him.
Panic bubbles in your chest, your hands instinctively reaching up to cradle his face, your fingers threading into his hair. âHey⌠what happened?â Your voice wavers slightly. âAre you okay? Youâre scaring me.â
But Jungkook just shakes his head against your shoulder, another shaky breath leaving him.
You donât understand.
But whatever this is, whateverâs breaking him like thisâyour own heart aches just watching him fall apart. Your concern deepens with every shaky breath that leaves Jungkook. Heâs still clinging to you, his body trembling slightly, his face buried against your shoulder like heâs afraid to let go.
You donât know whatâs wrong, but seeing him like thisâJungkook, your Jungkookâcompletely unraveling, is enough to make panic rise in your chest.
Gently, you pull back, your hands cupping his face. His skin is warm, slightly damp from his tears, and when his glassy eyes finally meet yours, your stomach twists painfully.
âCome inside,â you whisper, your voice softer now, coaxing. âPlease.â
He swallows thickly, nodding ever so slightly, but his grip on you doesnât fully loosen. You guide him inside anyway, one hand wrapped around his wrist as you lead him toward the couch.
He sits down heavily, elbows resting on his knees, fingers threading through his hair as he exhales shakily. His shoulders are still tense, his whole body radiating something raw and unspoken.
You kneel in front of him, reaching for his hands, but he doesnât lift his head.
Your worry deepens. âJungkook⌠please tell me whatâs wrong.â suffocating silence stretches between you. His fingers twitch against his temples, his breath uneven.
âIââ His speaks as his voice cracks slightly. He swallows hard, gripping his knees. âI thought you left me.â
It takes you a moment to fully process the words he let out.
He thought you left him?
Your brows furrow slightly as you shake your head. âJungkook, I was babysitting Hanuel.â
His eyes flick up to meet yours, searching.
âHana and Seokjin had a date night,â you explain gently. âThey asked me to watch him for a few hours.â
Hanuel, your neighbour's son. Jungkook stares at you as his mind hasnât caught up yet. You watch as his lips part slightly, his gaze flickering between you and the ring still clutched in his hand.
His fingers tighten around it, his knuckles paling. A beat of silence passes before he swallows thickly, his voice barely above a whisper.
ââŚthen why was this on the couch?â
The question hangs heavy in the air, fragile and uncertain, as if heâs afraid of the answer. And for the first time tonight, you donât know what to say.
âI..â The word barely escapes your lips before you stand up, turning away from him. You canât meet his eyes, not when your emotions are still raw, not when the weight of everything is pressing so heavily on your chest.
Jungkook notices immediately. Panic flickers across his face, and in an instant, heâs scrambling up after you. âWaitâbaby, please.â His voice is desperate now, thick with emotion, his hands reaching out like heâs afraid youâll slip through his fingers.
âIâm sorry,â he breathes, stepping closer, his tone cracking under the weight of his own guilt. âIâfuck, I forgotâI donât know how, I donât even have an excuse, butââ He exhales sharply, shaking his head, his eyes glassy as they plead with yours.
âI never meant to make you feel like this,â he whispers. âI swear, I didnât.â But you still donât look at him. And that alone is enough to make his heart sink.
You swallow hard, your arms wrapping around yourself as you stare at the floor. His words, his desperation, his guiltâthey all swirl around you, but they donât erase the ache in your chest.
âDo you even realize how much this hurt?â Your voice is quiet, but the weight of it makes Jungkook flinch. âI spent the entire day thinkingâhopingâthat maybe you had something planned. That maybe you were just pretending to forget.â
Jungkookâs throat bobs as he steps closer, hesitating before reaching for your hand. You donât pull away, but you donât hold onto him either.
âI know,â he whispers. âI know I fucked up, baby. IâI was so caught up in work, I justâŚâ He trails off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. âThatâs not an excuse. Nothing is. I shouldâve remembered. I shouldâve been there.â
You let out a hollow laugh, finally lifting your gaze to meet his. âJungkook⌠this isnât just about today.â
His brows furrow, but he doesnât interrupt.
You take a shaky breath. âItâs been weeks..maybe even longerâsince I felt like your wife instead of just⌠someone waiting for you to come home.â Your voice wavers, but you push through. âAnd itâs not that I donât understand. I do. Iâve always understood. But at what point do I stop being understanding and start being invisible to you?â
Jungkookâs breath catches, his grip on your hand tightening like heâs afraid to let go. âYouâre not invisible,â he says, voice thick with emotion. âYou never could be.â
âThen why do I feel like I am?â
Silence.
Jungkook shakes his head, his jaw clenching as he exhales unsteadily. âI never wanted to make you feel this way,â he murmurs. âYou are everything to me, baby. Everything. I donât even know who I am without you.â
Your eyes sting, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. âThen show me, Jungkook. Because I canât keep being the only one fighting for us.â The vulnerability in your voice nearly breaks him.
Heâs been losing you, piece by piece, for a while now. And he hadnât even noticed.
Jungkook feels his stomach drop, the weight of your words hitting harder than any argument, any fight you could have thrown at him. His grip on your hand tightens, but you donât squeeze back.
Heâs losing you.
And itâs not because of one forgotten anniversaryâitâs because he hasnât been here.
He swallows hard. âBabyâŚâ His voice cracks, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek, but you step back before he can touch you.
The distance, however small, is enough to make his chest ache.
âTell me, Jungkook,â you whisper, your voice barely holding together. âWhen was the last time we sat down and had breakfast together? When was the last time you really looked at meânot just kissed me on the forehead before rushing out of the door?â You shake your head, a bitter chuckle escaping. âWhen was the last time we made love without it feeling like you were trying to release your stress instead of loving me?â
Jungkookâs breath hitches.
You let out a slow exhale, your voice calmer now but even heavier with hurt. âI donât need grand gestures. I donât need fancy gifts or a picture-perfect romance. I just⌠needed you to see me.â
His entire body feels cold. Because the truth isâhe doesnât have an answer.
Heâs been so caught up in his responsibilities, his work, his stress, that heâs let the one person who has always been there for him slip through his fingers.
âFuck.â His voice is raw, his hands running through his hair as he looks at you, really looks at you. At the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your lips tremble slightly like youâre holding back everything.
His heart clenches painfully. âI fucked up, didnât I?â
You hold his gaze for a long moment before whispering, âI donât know, Jungkook. Did you?â
Jungkook's heart hammers too quickly as he stares at you, at the distance between you, the weight of your words suffocating him.
His hands reach out- cupping your face, his touch desperate, almost shaky. His forehead presses against yours as he exhales a trembling breath, like heâs trying to hold himself together.
âI see you,â he whispers, his voice raw, strained. âI swear to god, I see you, baby. I just..I lost myself somewhere along the way, and I didnât even realize I was dragging us down with me.â
His thumbs brush over your cheekbones, a silent plea laced in his touch. âI donât want to lose you. I canât lose you.â
Your heart clenches, but you donât push him away. You should- you should make him sit with this, make him feel what itâs been like for you all this time. But then his grip tightens, his voice breaking.
âPlease, baby.â His lips hover just above yours, not quite touching, his breath warm against your skin. âTell me itâs not too late.â
His vulnerability shakes you to your core.
You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to steady yourself. âI donât want to lose us either, Jungkook,â you whisper. âBut I canât keep being the only one holding on.â
Jungkook shakes his head instantly. âYouâre not. You wonât be.â His lips ghost over your forehead before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. âLet me prove it to you. Please.â
His desperation is tangible, seeping into every word, every touch. And for the first time tonight, you wonder if maybe, just maybeâhe really does see you now.
Jungkook watches you, searching for somethingâanything in your eyes that tells him he hasnât completely lost you.
Before doubt can settle in, he takes your hand, pressing it over his chest, right where his heart is hammering wildly. âFeel that?â he whispers. âThatâs what you do to me, baby. Always.â
Your fingers twitch against his shirt, but you donât pull away. You donât move at all, just staring up at him, your expression unreadable.
He swallows hard. âI know I donât say it enough. I know I donât show it enough, but fuck, Y/nââ His hands tighten around yours, his voice barely above a breath. âThere is nothing in this world that matters more to me than you.â
You let out a slow exhale, your gaze flickering, like you want to believe him. like a part of you does, but the hurt is still too fresh. So he gives you more.
âIâll fix this,â he promises, his thumb brushing soft circles over your wrist. âNot with some last-minute bullshitâbut with me. With us.â
His voice drops lower, thick with emotion. âJust tell me itâs not too late.â Your lips part slightly, but you donât speak. Instead, you finallyâfinally press your palm flat against his chest, feeling the way his heart beats erratically beneath your touch.
Itâs enough to break something inside Jungkook. His grip tightens as he leans in, his lips brushing against your temple, hesitantly then to your cheekâas if heâs still afraid youâll slip away.
And when you donât, when you let him, he exhales a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours once more.
âI love you,â he whispers. âI love you, I love you, I love you.â
Like if he says it enough, he can make up for all the times he didnât. And maybe, just maybeâyouâll believe him again.
Jungkookâs breath is warm against your skin, his forehead still pressed against yours, his grip on you unwavering. His words linger in the air between you. raw, desperate, filled with a love that had always been there, even when heâd failed to show it.
You swallow hard, blinking against the tears clouding your vision. Heâs waitingâwatching you so intently, so hopelessly, as if your next words will either put him back together or completely shatter him.
You take a shaky breath. âJungkookâŚâ Your voice wavers, and his grip tightens instinctively. âI love you too.â
A sharp exhale leaves him, his entire body sinking slightly in relief. But before he can say anything, you continue. âBut this hurt,â you whisper. âMore than you realize.â
Jungkook stiffens, nodding quickly, his hands cupping your face again, his thumbs brushing away the tears that slip down your cheeks. âI know, baby. I know. And I hate myself for it.â His voice cracks, his jaw clenching before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.
You let your eyes flutter shut for a second, exhaling slowly. âI donât want promises, Jungkook,â you murmur. âI just⌠I need to feel like I matter to you again.â
His hands tremble slightly as they slide down, wrapping around yours. He lifts them to his lips, pressing gentle, reverent kisses to each of your knuckles, his dark eyes never leaving yours.
âYou do,â he whispers. âMore than anything. And Iâm going to spend every damn day proving that to you.â His voice comes out steady with a determined love.
and this time you donât just hear him but believe him too. even if a little.
Jungkook presses another loving kiss against your knuckles. But before he can lose himself completely, you gently murmur, âHave you eaten?â
The thought hadnât even crossed his mind. He shakes his head, gaze still searching yours. âNo⌠Iâ"
âGo freshen up,â you say softly, stepping back just a little. âWeâll eat together.â
His fingers twitch against yours, hesitating to let go, but eventually, he nods. With one last glanceâlike heâs making sure youâre really here, he pulls away and heads toward the shower.
While heâs gone, you move to the kitchen, setting out dinner in quiet contemplation. The ache in your chest hasnât completely faded, but thereâs something else now-
a warmth that wasnât there before.
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By the time Jungkook emerges, hair damp, dressed in a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants, youâve already placed the food on the table.
He hesitates for only a second before joining you, sliding into his chair. âThank you,â he murmurs, voice softer now.
You nod, offering a small smile as you take a seat. The conversation is light, effortless. Jungkook fills the silence, stealing glances at you like heâs still memorizing you all over again. And through it all, his hand never leaves yours, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin.
After dinner, he helps with the dishes, working beside you in quiet understanding. The air between you feels lighter, yet still fragile, like something delicate being pieced back together.
Jungkook sets the last dish onto the drying rack, wiping his hands on the towel before turning to you. Thereâs a soft, almost hopeful look in his eyes, like heâs clinging to this moment.
You step away, hesitating for just a second before opening the refrigerator. Jungkook watches in silence as you carefully pull out the cake, placing on the counter, your fingers grazing the edges of the plate, before finally speaking.
âIâŚIâd made this.â
The words are quiet, but they hit harder than any raised voice ever could. Jungkookâs entire body stiffening as guilt crashes into him all over again. His eyes flicker to the cake- to the careful details, the effort, the thought you had put into it, for him. And suddenly, it feels like the walls are caving in.
His throat tightens. His fingers curl at his sides. He canât look at you. He doesnât deserve to. Tears gather in his eyes, blurring his vision, his heart breaking all over again, not just because he forgot today, but because he had broken you in so many ways without even realizing it.
And that? Thatâs something he doesnât know how to forgive himself for.
âJungkook..â, your voice barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the heavy silence like a knife.
He wants to look at you, wants to say somethingâanything, but he canât. His head remains bowed, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, as if holding himself together takes everything in him.
You take a small step forward, the space between you feeling larger than it actually is. His silence is deafening.
âJungkook,â you say again, a little firmer this time.
His lips part, a shaky breath slipping through, but no words come out. He wants to speak, to apologize again, to tell you how much he loves you, to somehow fix this- but his throat feels tight, his chest heavy.
He doesnât know if words are enough.
âI⌠Iâm so fucking sorry, baby,â Jungkook chokes out, his voice trembling as he finally speaks. His hands shake at his sides, his eyes still glassy with unshed tears. âIâve been an assholeâa terrible husband. I donât even know how to make this right.â His breath stutters, his words spilling out faster now, raw and desperate.
âI wouldnât even be surprised if you left me,â he continues, shaking his head. âYou shouldâve. You deserve better. IâI canât believe Iââ
âJungkook.â
You donât let him finish.
Instead, you reach up, cupping his face with both hands, your thumbs brushing away the tears that have already begun to fall. His rambling is cut off as you rise onto your toes.
A gentle kiss on his lips.
Soft. Loving.
Tear-streaked and real.
Jungkook exhales shakily against your lips, his whole body melting into yours. His hands find your waist, holding onto you like youâre the only thing keeping him upright.
The kiss is slow, there's no urgency. Just you and him, emotions bare. Tears continue to slip down your cheeks, mixing with his, salty and warm, but neither of you pull away. Because in this moment, thereâs no need for words.
When you finally pull away, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing heavily, your tears still wet against each otherâs skin. Jungkookâs grip on your waist is firm as if afraid to let go. His lips part to speak, but before he can, you whisper,
âYouâre not a terrible husband, Jungkook.â
Jungkookâs eyes glisten with more unshed tears, his lips pressing into a thin line, unable to speak. You wipe his tears away with your thumbs, offering him the smallest smile. âJust⌠love me better, okay?â
His throat bobs as he swallows hard, nodding again, more determined this time. âI will.â His voice is barely above a whisper, but you believe him.
You press one last gentle kiss to his cheek before stepping back, glancing at the cake still sitting on the counter. âCome on,â you say, nudging him lightly. âLetâs cut this before it melts.â
Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, wiping at his face as he nods. He steps beside you, his hand instinctively finding yours again as you both move toward the small cake. The two of you cut into it together, Jungkookâs fingers lacing through yours around the knife handle. He doesnât let go, even as you both take small bites in comfortable silence.
Once the plates are cleared, you tug at his wrist, nodding toward the bedroom. âCome to bed?â
Jungkook exhales, relief washing over his features as he nods. âYeah.â
A few minutes later, youâre both under the covers, warmth surrounding you as Jungkook pulls you against his chest. His arms wrap tightly around you, his breath fanning against the top of your head as he whispers,
âI love you.â
This time, you donât hesitate to say it back.
âI love you too, Jungkook.â
And for the first time in weeks, you fall asleep in his arms, where youâve always belonged.
Jungkookâs fingers still tremble against your skin. Even as he holds you, his grip is laced with hesitance, a silent fear lingering beneath the warmth of his touch. Itâs in the way his hands press into your back yet remain careful, as if heâs afraid of holding on too tightly.
You can feel the erratic thud of his heart beneath your palm, his breaths uneven, his chest rising and falling as if heâs struggling to keep himself steady.
And something about that, about himâmakes your own heart ache.
Slowly, you lift your head from his chest, your eyes locking onto his in the dim glow of the room. His lips part slightly, his gaze unreadable, but the moment you lean in, his breath catches.
You kiss him.
It starts soft, so gentle, full of longing. Filled with everything you canât put into words.
Jungkook melts into it instantly, his grip on you tightening, pulling you impossibly closer. The warmth of his lips, the slight hitch in his breath when you press harder. It sends a familiar heat curling through you.
The kiss deepens, your fingers gripping his t-shirt with urgency, needing to feel more. Itâs desperate, heady, the space between you charged with something deeper than just wantâsomething raw, something that had been missing for too long.
Jungkook pulls back gently. His forehead stays pressed against yours, both of you panting softly, but his hands shake slightly as they hold you in place.
His lips part, his breath uneven. âI⌠we shouldnâtâŚâ He swallows hard, voice thick with hesitation. âI mean⌠I donât want you to think Iâm gonna fix this with sex.â
His words cut through the haze of warmth between you, pulling you both back in reality. You understand. Because even nowâeven now, heâs afraid. Afraid that this isnât enough, that he isnât enough.
Your eyes soften as you take in his hesitance, the uncertainty in his gaze, the way his breath trembles against your skin.
You reach up, your fingers threading gently through his hair. âIâm never gonna think like that, Kook,â you murmur, your voice quiet but sure.
His lips part slightly, his brows still knitted in concern, but before he can say anything, you lean in again. This time, the kiss is softer, filled with nothing but love.
You linger for a moment, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, âI just⌠I need you.â Another soft kiss. âPlease.â
Jungkook exhales sharply, his entire body shuddering under the weight of your words.
And just like that, whatever hesitation he had leftâitâs gone.
Your breaths grow uneven as your lips move against his, the heat between you intensifying with every passing second.
Jungkook shifts, his body hovering over yours, his weight pressing down just enough to make you feel him. His hands slip beneath the oversized t-shirt youâre wearing, his touch still hesitant, fingertips ghosting over your waist like you're nothing less than fragile.
You tug at his shirt, a silent plea, and Jungkook obeys without question, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Before he can think, you pull him back in, capturing his lips in another deep, hungry kiss.
A quiet groan escapes him, his hands finally exploring freely, pressing against your skin, feeling the warmth beneath his palms. His lips leave yours only to trail down your neck, his breath warm as he presses soft, lingering kisses there.
You shiver when he reaches the collar of your shirt, your own hands moving to help him remove it. Dark, love-filled eyes roam over every inch of your skin, his lips parting slightly, as if heâs trying to find the words but nothing he could say would ever be enough. Still, he tries.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmurs, voice thick with awe. âSo fucking perfect.â
Your breath catches when he lowers himself again, his lips planting soft, reverent kisses along your collarbone, trailing lower over your shoulder, your chest. Your husband's mouth mapping you like youâre something sacred.
His lips slowly wrap around one breast, his tongue flicking teasingly before sucking softly. A moan escapes you, your fingers tangling into his hair, tugging lightly as he hums against your skin. His other hand moves to your neglected breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he keeps mouthing sweet nothings against you.
âYouâre everything,â he whispers between kisses, his voice muffled against your skin. âI love you so much, baby.â
And as the heat between you builds, his touch grows bolder. A desperate whimper escapes your lips as your fingers tangle deeper into Jungkookâs hair, your body arching toward him, silently pleading for more.
He groans against your skin, the sound low and warm, vibrating through you. âPatience, baby,â he murmurs, pressing another lingering kiss to your chest before trailing lower, his lips tracing the curves of your body. âLet me take my time⌠let me make love to you.â
The way he says it, loveâmakes your stomach tighten, your heart aching as much as your body craves him. His hands glide down your waist, slow and purposeful, before slipping between your legs. His fingers find the damp fabric of your panties, pressing just lightly enough to make you gasp. Your hips lift instinctively, chasing his touch, and Jungkook groans at the feeling.
His dark eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, unable to form words, and thatâs all he needs.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he tugs your panties down, dragging them slowly along your legs before discarding them somewhere behind him. His gaze never leaves you as he lowers himself further, trailing kisses down your stomach, over the sensitive skin of your hips.
He settles between your legs. You feel completely bare under his intense gaze, the way his lips part slightly, his eyes darkening as he drinks you in.
âSo fucking beautiful,â he murmurs, his voice filled with something reverent, something devoted. His hands spread your thighs wider, his thumbs brushing along your skin in slow, soothing circles.
âMy wife.â
The words send a shiver down your spine, making your core clench in anticipation.
Finally, he closes his mouth around you. One long, slow stroke of his tongue, and you fall apart instantly, a breathless moan slipping from your lips as your head tilts back against the pillows.
Jungkook hums against you, pleased, his hands gripping your thighs as he licks another slow, teasing stripe through your folds. âSo fucking sweet,â he groans, the heat of his breath against your slick skin making your body tremble. âGonna make you feel so good, baby.â
He isn't just making love, he's devouring you.
Jungkook hums against you, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as his tongue moves with slow, deliberate strokes. learning you all over again, savoring every little gasp and shudder that escapes you.
âJungkookââ Your voice is breathless, almost pleading, your fingers tightening in his hair, tugging him closer.
He groans at that, the sound reverberating through your core as he laps at you with more purpose. His tongue flicks over your clit, teasing, testing, before he sucks gently, making your back arch off the bed.
âFuckââ You whimper, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but his strong hands keep you spread wide, completely at his mercy.
His lips brushing your sensitive skin as he pulls back just enough to look up at you. His lips are slick, his dark eyes burning with desire.
Your cheeks burn, he dives back in, this time with more urgency. His tongue moves in tight circles, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and deeper, firmer licks that have your breath hitching.
One hand slides up your stomach, fingers splaying across your skin before reaching your breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers. The combined sensation makes your thighs tremble, a moan tearing from your lips as your hips buck against his mouth.
Jungkook groans, clearly enjoying how responsive you are, his grip on you tightening as he eats you out like itâs his last meal. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, then sucks, harder this time, sending sparks shooting through your body.
â-fuck, Jungkookââ Your head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure builds, coiling tight in your stomach.
He pulls back just enough to murmur against you, âYou gonna cum for me, baby?â
The heat inside you is unbearable now, hot and consuming. You nod desperately, your moans spilling freely as you grip his hair, your body teetering on the edge. Jungkook doesnât stop. He pushes you closer, his mouth working you over with expert precision, his hands holding you steady as your body starts to tremble.
âCome for me, baby,â he whispers against your heat. âLet me taste you.â
And with one final flick of his tongue, you shatter. Pleasure crashes over you, your back arching, thighs trembling as you moan his name like a prayer. Jungkook groans, drinking in everything you give him, his hands stroking your body as he helps you ride it out.
Only when your body goes slack does he finally pull away, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs, his voice thick with pride and adoration. âYouâre so perfect,â he breathes between kisses, his voice thick with adoration. âMy love. My wife.â
Jungkook moves up, trailing kisses along your body, over your stomach, your ribs, your collarbone. When he reaches your lips, he captures them in a deep, languid kiss, his hands cradling your face like youâre something fragile, something cherished.
Your fingers roam over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles before moving lower, brushing over his abdomen until you reach the hardness straining against his sweats.
A groan rumbles from his chest at your touch, his hips twitching into your palm as you cup him, feeling just how ready he is.
âBabyâŚâ he breathes against your lips, voice thick with want. You tug at the waistband of his pants, wordlessly asking for more. Jungkook obliges, sitting back just enough to push them down, kicking them off entirely.
Heâs fully hard, the sight of him making your stomach tighten, heat pooling between your legs again. But before you can even reach for him Jungkook takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The intimacy of it overwhelming.
His other hand moves between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance, his eyes locked on yours, searching, making sure-
With a final nod from you, he pushes in, slow and careful, stretching you inch by inch.
A soft moan escapes your lips, but Jungkook kisses you instantly, swallowing the sound, his own groan muffled against your mouth as he sinks deeper. The moment heâs fully inside, he stills, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing you in. And as he holds you close, as your bodies mold together so seamlessly, you realize- this isn't just sex.
This is home.
Jungkook moves slowly, each roll of his hips deep and deliberate, as if heâs trying to make up for every moment he let slip away. His body is pressed flush against yours, warmth seeping into every inch of your skin, his breath shaky against your lips as he kisses you between each movement.
Your fingers dig softly into his back, nails pressing just enough to ground yourself in the overwhelming sensation of him. One hand moves to his hair, your fingers threading through the strands, tugging gently as his lips travel from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that make your heart ache.
Itâs slow, itâs deep, itâs love.
A feel a faint tremble against your body.
Something warm and wet against your neck where Jungkook has buried his face.
Your breath catches as realization dawns- heâs crying. Tears gather in your own eyes without warning, the sheer weight of the moment crashing over you all at once.
You tighten your hold on him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you press a soft kiss into his hair. âKookâŚâ you whisper, your voice barely holding steady.
He shudders at your touch, at the way you hold him, like youâre not just letting him fall apart but falling apart with him.
âIââ His voice cracks as he exhales shakily, his thrusts faltering for a moment. âIâm so sorry, baby.â His lips find your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he presses kisses thereâapology after apology, praise after praise.
âYouâre everything to me,â he murmurs between kisses, his words thick with emotion. âYou always have been.â A tear slips down your cheek as you cup his face, guiding him up until his forehead rests against yours.
âI know,â you whisper, voice trembling. âI know, Jungkook.â
His lips crash against yours again, the kiss slow and deep, his movements resuming, gentle but full of something raw, something unspoken. His hands grip your waist tighter, his body moving in perfect sync with yours, as if this moment is rewriting everything.
âIâve got you,â you whisper, voice laced with love. âIâll always have you.â
Jungkook shudders, gripping you tighter, his lips pressing against your shoulder, his movements slowing but never stopping. You can feel the love in every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath against your skin.
And when the pleasure builds to its peak, you come undone together, your bodies melting into one as waves of warmth crash over you. His name spills from your lips, his deep groan following right after, his arms holding you so tight you swear he never plans on letting go.
Silence lingers, only the sound of heavy breathing filling the space. Then, Jungkook shifts, lifting his head just enough to press the softest kiss to your lips.
âI love you,â he murmurs, voice hoarse but full of devotion. âI donât deserve you⌠but I swear, Iâll spend my life proving that I do.â
You cup his face, your thumb brushing away the remnants of dried tears. âJust love me like this, Jungkook,â you whisper, voice steady. âThatâs all I need.â
His hands tightening around you as his forehead presses against yours. âIâll love you more,â he vows, his voice breaking slightly. âMore than this, more than anything. Always.â His words settle deep in your chest, warm and real, and when he pulls you impossibly closer, tucking you into his arms, you believe him.
His heartbeat is steady now, no longer frantic with fear. Just warm, solid, home.
As sleep begins to pull you under, you hear him whisper one last thing against your hair.
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Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - 18+ established relationship au, smut MDNI
wc -3.3k
Warnings - filming sex ofc, lotss of kissing, pet names, big d jk, marking, biting, oral f. and m. receiving, dom jk, fingering, breast play, unprotected sex, crying, praises, riding, missionary, cumming on body, rough sex, overstimulation, some filthy cum play, they're jst really cutee ((
a/n - every time I think Iâve already written the most filthiest thing I could, I somehow come up with something even more ridiculous đ oh n I also plan to post one more fic by this week hopefully!!
The staff guides you to Jungkookâs room and leaves after opening the door for you. You gently push the door open and step inside to find Jin walking out from the living area. He breaks into a smile greeting you before telling how impatient Jungkookâs been waiting for you all day.
Your excitement dims a little when you realize your surprise clearly isnât a surprise anymore making him laugh. He explains that Jungkook found out you were coming earlier in the morning from one of the staff.
You end up laughing while Jin leaves dramatically rambling about being fed up of Jungkook's camera. Needless to say that the world has been witnessing Jungkookâs current obsession in real time. For the past week heâs been recording absolutely everything.
Once the door clicks shut, you take off your shoes and sit on the edge of the bed.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens. Jungkook steps out wearing a black tank top and black shorts. His hair is a little damp, water droplets slide down his neck and toned arms.
He holds his camera in his left hand absentmindedly checking the screen.
The moment his eyes land on you, you stand up and practically run to him. Jungkook drops the camera onto the nearby couch and catches you as you jump into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.
âFuck baby, I was waiting for so long,â he breathes against your neck inhaling your scent.
âI wanted to surprise you,â you pout lightly. âJin oppa told me you already knew I was coming today.â
Jungkook lets out a soft laugh and pulls back to look at your face.
âI can still act super surprised if you want."
You roll your eyes and your pout fades as he leans in and kisses you. The kiss quickly turns hungry as his lips move against yours with weeks of built-up longing.
Jungkook moves carrying you in his arms. One hand reaches out to place the camera on the stand in front of the bed, adjusting it quickly until it faces both of you properly.
A giggle slips from you immediately.
âNew vlog?â
Jungkook grins against your lips.
"With your cameo.â
You shake your head fondly while he sits down on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap. His hands slide down to grip your waist as the kiss grows nothing but more messier.
âI missed you so fucking much."
You pull back to reply the same. âI missed you too,â you take his cheeks between your hands before placing so many more of your kisses.
His hands roam around touching you everywhere. sliding down to grip your ass, then moving back up. âYour tourâs going really well,â you try speaking in between. âEveryoneâs doing so good.â
Jungkook hums against your mouth, clearly distracted. His lips trail down to your neck sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. you throw your head back, letting out a breathless moan.
His thumb brushes over your breasts, making you shiver.
and your eyes suddenly drift to the side.
âkook...â you breath out. âyour camera..â
Jungkook slides his tongue deep into your mouth before pulling back to speak against it.
âWhat about it?â
Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You both know exactly whatâs happening. although you trust Jungkook with your entire soul, the idea of being recorded like this makes nervousness and arousal swirl together inside you.
âYou want me to stop it?â
His fingers remain under your top as he waits for your answer.
You bite your lower lip with a little hesitation, but the heat in his eyes and the way your body is aching for him takes over and you slowly shake your head. Jungkookâs smirk is pure sin as he bites your earlobe.
âGood girl."
His hands pull you down harder against his growing erection. mouth crashing back onto yours. you kiss him back just as desperately, your hands sliding up to grip his biceps, feeling his new muscles flex under your fingers.
You start grinding slowly on him. the thin fabric of your pants rubs against him and you can feel everything.
You know he isnât wearing anything underneath because you can feel the outline of his cock rubbing perfectly against your clit through your clothes.
âfuck... I missed you,â Jungkookâs words come out husky against your lips. âmissed you so fucking much, baby.â
wet sounds fill the room as your tongues slide together. his palm is hot against your waist. the other squeezes your ass harder, encouraging you to grind down on his cock.
Jungkook pulls back to tug your top up. You lift your arms for him and he yanks it off. His eyes drop to your chest and his dick twitches at the sight of you wearing his new design.
He curses deeply as his eyes darken the more he takes you in. âYou planning to kill me, princess?â
Your breathless laugh quickly turns into a surprised gasp as Jungkook flips you overâcaging you in with his arms like you're his prey.
His mouth finds your neck much rougher this time. marking across all over your throat and collarbones.
You squeak with a small laugh when he bites a little too roughly on your shoulder.
âKooâ!â you gasp, half-laughing, half-moaning.
Jungkook chuckles against your skin but doesnât stop. He soothes the bite with his tongue while his hands slide up to squeeze over your covered breasts.
âYou look so fucking good in my design,â he speaks with dripping need. âBut I want it off soon.â
He palms your pussy roughly through your pants, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. The pressure makes you jerk against him.
âjungkooââ your voice already breaks.
He hums in satisfaction while kissing down your body. His lips trail open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, tongue dipping into your belly button before moving even lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and tug them down.
âLook at this mess,â he eyes the large wet patch soaking through your panties. He leans down to press a torturous kiss right over your aching pussy.
âTell me how much you missed me, baby.â
You whimper desperately. âso much, kook... please⌠I missed you so much.â
Just as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook rips your panties down your legs before diving in immediately like a starved man.
The first long lick from your entrance to your clit makes you moan loudly. his tongue laps at your soaked folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. The metal of his piercing adds a delicious sensation sending shockwaves through your body with every flick.
Jungkook eats you like heâs addicted. pushing in his tongue inside you. your thighs shake around his head as his deep groans vibrate against your core.
your eyes suddenly drift to the side and rush of embarrassment hits you but this time it only makes you wetter.
you almost whine at the loss of his mouth when Jungkook pulls back with lips and chin glistening with your arousal.
He returns back with his camera, placing it in your hands and adjusting it so the lens faces him between your spread legs.
âHold it steady for me,â he instructs you before settling back.
your hands tremble slightly as you grip the camera. your pussy clenches visibly under his gaze.
Jungkook smirks at your nervousness before diving back in. his mouth latches onto your pussy again with a new vigour.
He circles his tongue over your swollen clit slowly while he looks straight into the camera lens. and you make the mistake of looking down at the filthy scene. the sight only makes your pussy gush fresh slick onto his tongue.
You moan loudly, struggling to keep the camera steady. The pleasure is too intense as your arms start shaking.
Jungkook pulls back slightly before growling at you, âI told you to hold it steady, baby. I need good footage of me eating this pretty pussy.â
He slaps your thigh lightly as a teasing punishment before pushing two thick fingers inside you, curling instantly against your g-spot while his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit.
A few tears slip down your eyes.
âKookâ ahhâ I canâtâ fuck!â
âYes you can,â he chuckles darkly against your fold.
As his fingers pump faster, your thighs tremble violently around his head. youâre barely able to keep the camera focused on him with the pleasure making your vision blur. your back arches sharply off the bed, pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Jungkook groans in satisfaction completely lost in your taste.
He laps at every drop of your release drinking you down greedily.
You try to close your legs.
âkooâ too muchââ
Jungkook lets out an almost angry groan against your pussy and forcefully spreads your legs wider. his mouth continues making sure he gets every last drop.
Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as broken moans keep spilling from your lips. Only when your body starts twitching hard does Jungkook finally pull back.
He places one last tender kiss on your sensitive clit before lifting his head.
He rises onto his knees between your spread legs and tugs his black tank top off before wiping his chin with it and tossing aside. You try focusing your teary eyes on him.
Jungkook takes the camera from your shaky hands and places it on the bed for a moment. He leans down to kiss you deeply.
âYou good, baby?â he asks softly against your lips.
You hum weakly in response. your hands roam over his bare torso, feeling the hard ridges of his abs.
âYouâve gained more musclesâŚâ you whisper out.
Jungkook hums darkly and you feel him flexing his body under your touch.
âYou like it?â his eyes locks on yours.
You bite your lip and lean up to biting his jaw in response. âso much..â
Jungkook chuckles as his hands work to remove your bra leaving you completely bare for him. Jungkookâs hands are back on the camera as he sits on his heels between your legs and angles the lens towards your flushed face.
âIs this good, my love?â
You suddenly feel extremely exposed under the cameraâs gaze. Your cheeks heat up instantly. You give him a weak nod unable to speak properly.
Jungkookâs expression softens with pure fondness while his eyes stay dark on you.
âYouâre really shy about the camera, huh?â
He reaches out with his free hand and gently strokes your flushed cheek with his thumb then drags it to press against your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down.
âSo cute,â he murmurs almost to himself.
Jungkook can't resist but place some loving pecks on your cheeks making you both giggle.
âSay hi to my vlog, baby,â he teases.
You whine shyly, trying to turn your face away. Jungkook breathes out a laugh before cupping one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers find your already hardened nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
Your eyes flutter shut instinctively, teeth sinking into your lower lip to trap the moan threatening to spill out.
âDonât hide those pretty eyes from me.â
You eyes lift to meet his intense stare, the moment you doâhe brings his hand to his mouth spitting onto his fingers letting a generous amount of saliva coat them before returning his hand to your chest. He spreads the slickness over both buds, coating and tugging them between his wet fingers making your back arch off the bed.
Your legs squirm restlessly beneath him, thighs pressing together as fresh heat floods your core.
His eyes flick down between your legs, watching the way your pussy glistens under the light.
âYou like how I ruin you, donât you?â he rasps with dark satisfaction.
His thumb eventually leaves your nipple and slides up to your mouth. He presses the pad of it against your lips.
You part your lips as he pushes his thumb inside and immediately start sucking on itâswirling your tongue around the digit like you would his cock.
âSo fucking greedy for me,â Jungkook hisses.
The sight of you sucking so eagerly on his thumb while your nipples are shiny and swollen from his spit has his cock throbbing painfully in his sweats.
Your eyes drift down his body to his bulge straining against his shorts.
with a needy whimper, you pull him down by his broad shoulders onto the bed. He lets out a surprised chuckle and you climb over him kissing down his body. Your lips press against his warm skin. You trail wet kisses over his chest, paying extra attention to the beautiful tattoos decorating his skin.
Your tongue traces the lines of his ink, tasting the faint salt of his sweat.
God, you wish you could mark him the way he marks you â leave dark hickeys and bite marks all over his perfect body for everyone to see. but for now, you make up for it by worshipping him with your mouth, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.
Jungkookâs free hand comes to rest in your hair as you move further down.
finally, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tug them down impatiently. His cock springs free, slapping against his toned stomach. The pink tip glistens with precum.
You wrap your lips around the leaking head and suck, too impatient to tease him. Jungkook curses sharply. Your favourite musky taste of him explodes on your tongue and you moan louder around his cock.
You take him deeper right away, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head, working the top half of his length with eager sounds.
Jungkookâs head falls back for a second, momentarily forgetting about the camera in his hand. But he quickly recovers, lifting it again and angling it perfectly to capture the sinful sight of his beautiful girlfriend sucking his cock so greedily.
âshit, baby.. look at you,â he groans. âalways fucking hungry for my cock.â
His praises only makes you take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.
Jungkookâs hand tightens in your hair guiding you as he pushes your head down a little more. The pressure makes you gag around him.
âthatâs it.. fuck â just like that,â his abs clenching as he watches you through the camera. âmy good girl. looking so pretty crying on my cock.â
He starts to thrust up gently, fucking into your warm mouth.
your tears mix with the spit dripping from your chin onto his balls but you donât stop â you canât. You want all of him.
Jungkookâs cock twitches in your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. you can feel him getting dangerously close.
but he pulls your head back firmly. a thick string of spit connects your swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock as you gasp for air.
âI need to feel you, baby.. get up here.â
You donât need to be told twice. while he quickly reaches over and places the camera on the nightstand beside the bed, angling it perfectly to capture both of you, you're already climbing over him.
Your hand wraps around his spit-slick cock, stroking him once before you sink on him. you both moan in unison. Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth biting onto your shoulder.
you whimper, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. Heâs so big â always so fucking big that it burns in the most delicious way.
Impatience and pure need take over as you start bouncing on his cock with a desperate rhythm. The slick smack of your soaked pussy taking his cock over and over fills the room.
He pulls you down harder against him, pressing your chests together until your bodies are completely stuck â skin against sweaty skin, your hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
âGive me a kiss.â
You lean in messily, crashing your mouth onto his. moans spill into each otherâs mouths. Jungkook thrusts up hard from below, meeting your bounces with powerful strokes that make you cry out into the kiss.
He fucks you like that, reaching you so deep while you ride him like youâre starved for his cock.
Jungkookâs hands slide down to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as he helps you bounce harder.
He bites into your bottom lip.
âMy beautiful baby.. keep riding my cock, princess.â
You clench hard around him, a loud broken moan ripping from your throat as another wave of pleasure crashes through you. The way heâs stretching you and filling you so perfectly just makes your mind go hazy.
Jungkook growls at the feeling and he flips you over with ease. your back hits the mattress before your boyfriend intertwines your fingers and resumes with his rough thrusts.
Your legs wrap weakly around his narrow waist trying to pull him even deeper.
âThis pussy is made for me. You are made for me... only for me.â
Your heels dig into his back as he fucks you straight into oblivion.
Jungkook swallows every single moan that spills from your lips. His tongue dominating yours while he rails you into the mattress.
âTell me, baby,â he demands hotly. âTell me who you belong to.â
âYou, Kookââ you sob. âOnly for you... only yoursââ
âThatâs right.â
Your nails dig desperately into the back of his hands. His free hand slides between your bodies finding your swollen clit.
Your eyes roll back as you fall apart again. Your pussy throbs with creamy arousal gushing around his length with a broken scream of his name.
His thrusts become more erratic as he chases his high.
Jungkook blindly reaches for the camera with one hand angling it down at your stomach.
âFuck.. look at that." He presses his free hand over the bulge in your lower belly feeling his own cock moving inside you. âSo pretty, baby. so fucking pretty with my cock inside you.â
He records himself sliding in and out of you slowly glistening with your arousal.
The overstimulation makes you whimper and squirm heavily underneath him. only then does he finally pull out of you.
He kneels between your spread thighs, wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes himself roughly eyes locked on your fucked-out face.
with a husky groan thick ropes of his warm cum shoot across your stomach and tits â painting your skin in sticky white.
You barely have time to process the filthy sight while Jungkook films himself dragging the swollen head of his cock through his own release, spreading it messily over your skin.
He rubs his cum into your nipple and across your belly â dipping the tip of his cock between your sensitive folds to smear some over your clit.
You watch him with hazy eyes and a heaving chest.
Sometimes you forget just how nasty your boyfriend can really be.
âSuch a pretty canvas." Jungkook finally looks up at you through the camera lens with a wild smirk.
Jungkookâs newest obsession with vlogging turns into the two of you making your first sex tape together.
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - 18+ established relationship au, smut MDNI
wc -3.3k
Warnings - filming sex ofc, lotss of kissing, pet names, big d jk, marking, biting, oral f. and m. receiving, dom jk, fingering, breast play, unprotected sex, crying, praises, riding, missionary, cumming on body, rough sex, overstimulation, some filthy cum play, they're jst really cutee ((
a/n - every time I think Iâve already written the most filthiest thing I could, I somehow come up with something even more ridiculous đ oh n I also plan to post one more fic by this week hopefully!!
The staff guides you to Jungkookâs room and leaves after opening the door for you. You gently push the door open and step inside to find Jin walking out from the living area. He breaks into a smile greeting you before telling how impatient Jungkookâs been waiting for you all day.
Your excitement dims a little when you realize your surprise clearly isnât a surprise anymore making him laugh. He explains that Jungkook found out you were coming earlier in the morning from one of the staff.
You end up laughing while Jin leaves dramatically rambling about being fed up of Jungkook's camera. Needless to say that the world has been witnessing Jungkookâs current obsession in real time. For the past week heâs been recording absolutely everything.
Once the door clicks shut, you take off your shoes and sit on the edge of the bed.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens. Jungkook steps out wearing a black tank top and black shorts. His hair is a little damp, water droplets slide down his neck and toned arms.
He holds his camera in his left hand absentmindedly checking the screen.
The moment his eyes land on you, you stand up and practically run to him. Jungkook drops the camera onto the nearby couch and catches you as you jump into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.
âFuck baby, I was waiting for so long,â he breathes against your neck inhaling your scent.
âI wanted to surprise you,â you pout lightly. âJin oppa told me you already knew I was coming today.â
Jungkook lets out a soft laugh and pulls back to look at your face.
âI can still act super surprised if you want."
You roll your eyes and your pout fades as he leans in and kisses you. The kiss quickly turns hungry as his lips move against yours with weeks of built-up longing.
Jungkook moves carrying you in his arms. One hand reaches out to place the camera on the stand in front of the bed, adjusting it quickly until it faces both of you properly.
A giggle slips from you immediately.
âNew vlog?â
Jungkook grins against your lips.
"With your cameo.â
You shake your head fondly while he sits down on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap. His hands slide down to grip your waist as the kiss grows nothing but more messier.
âI missed you so fucking much."
You pull back to reply the same. âI missed you too,â you take his cheeks between your hands before placing so many more of your kisses.
His hands roam around touching you everywhere. sliding down to grip your ass, then moving back up. âYour tourâs going really well,â you try speaking in between. âEveryoneâs doing so good.â
Jungkook hums against your mouth, clearly distracted. His lips trail down to your neck sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. you throw your head back, letting out a breathless moan.
His thumb brushes over your breasts, making you shiver.
and your eyes suddenly drift to the side.
âkook...â you breath out. âyour camera..â
Jungkook slides his tongue deep into your mouth before pulling back to speak against it.
âWhat about it?â
Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You both know exactly whatâs happening. although you trust Jungkook with your entire soul, the idea of being recorded like this makes nervousness and arousal swirl together inside you.
âYou want me to stop it?â
His fingers remain under your top as he waits for your answer.
You bite your lower lip with a little hesitation, but the heat in his eyes and the way your body is aching for him takes over and you slowly shake your head. Jungkookâs smirk is pure sin as he bites your earlobe.
âGood girl."
His hands pull you down harder against his growing erection. mouth crashing back onto yours. you kiss him back just as desperately, your hands sliding up to grip his biceps, feeling his new muscles flex under your fingers.
You start grinding slowly on him. the thin fabric of your pants rubs against him and you can feel everything.
You know he isnât wearing anything underneath because you can feel the outline of his cock rubbing perfectly against your clit through your clothes.
âfuck... I missed you,â Jungkookâs words come out husky against your lips. âmissed you so fucking much, baby.â
wet sounds fill the room as your tongues slide together. his palm is hot against your waist. the other squeezes your ass harder, encouraging you to grind down on his cock.
Jungkook pulls back to tug your top up. You lift your arms for him and he yanks it off. His eyes drop to your chest and his dick twitches at the sight of you wearing his new design.
He curses deeply as his eyes darken the more he takes you in. âYou planning to kill me, princess?â
Your breathless laugh quickly turns into a surprised gasp as Jungkook flips you overâcaging you in with his arms like you're his prey.
His mouth finds your neck much rougher this time. marking across all over your throat and collarbones.
You squeak with a small laugh when he bites a little too roughly on your shoulder.
âKooâ!â you gasp, half-laughing, half-moaning.
Jungkook chuckles darkly against your skin but doesnât stop. He soothes the bite with his tongue while his hands slide up to squeeze over your covered breasts.
âYou look so fucking good in my design,â he speaks with dripping need. âBut I want it off soon.â
He palms your pussy roughly through your pants, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. The pressure makes you jerk against him.
âjungkooââ your voice already breaks.
He hums in satisfaction while kissing down your body. His lips trail open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, tongue dipping into your belly button before moving even lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and tug them down.
âLook at this mess,â he eyes the large wet patch soaking through your panties. He leans down to press a torturous kiss right over your aching pussy.
âTell me how much you missed me, baby.â
You whimper desperately. âso much, kook... please⌠I missed you so much.â
Just as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook rips your panties down your legs before diving in immediately like a starved man.
The first long lick from your entrance to your clit makes you moan loudly. his tongue laps at your soaked folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. The metal of his piercing adds a delicious sensation sending shockwaves through your body with every flick.
Jungkook eats you like heâs addicted. pushing in his tongue inside you. your thighs shake around his head as his deep groans vibrate against your core.
your eyes suddenly drift to the side and rush of embarrassment hits you but this time it only makes you wetter.
you almost whine at the loss of his mouth when Jungkook pulls back with lips and chin glistening with your arousal.
He returns back with his camera, placing it in your hands and adjusting it so the lens faces him between your spread legs.
âHold it steady for me,â he instructs you before settling back.
your hands tremble slightly as you grip the camera. your pussy clenches visibly under his gaze.
Jungkook smirks at your nervousness before diving back in. his mouth latches onto your pussy again with a new vigour.
He circles his tongue over your swollen clit slowly while he looks straight into the camera lens. and you make the mistake of looking down at the filthy scene. the sight only makes your pussy gush fresh slick onto his tongue.
You moan loudly, struggling to keep the camera steady. The pleasure is too intense as your arms start shaking.
Jungkook pulls back slightly before growling at you, âI told you to hold it steady, baby. I need good footage of me eating this pretty pussy.â
He slaps your thigh lightly as a teasing punishment before pushing two thick fingers inside you, curling instantly against your g-spot while his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit.
A few tears slip down your eyes.
âKookâ ahhâ I canâtâ fuck!â
âYes you can,â he chuckles darkly against your fold.
As his fingers pump faster, your thighs tremble violently around his head. youâre barely able to keep the camera focused on him with the pleasure making your vision blur. your back arches sharply off the bed, pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Jungkook groans in satisfaction completely lost in your taste.
He laps at every drop of your release drinking you down greedily.
You try to close your legs.
âkooâ too muchââ
Jungkook lets out an almost angry groan against your pussy and forcefully spreads your legs wider. his mouth continues making sure he gets every last drop.
Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as broken moans keep spilling from your lips. Only when your body starts twitching hard does Jungkook finally pull back.
He places one last tender kiss on your sensitive clit before lifting his head.
He rises onto his knees between your spread legs and tugs his black tank top off before wiping his chin with it and tossing aside. You try focusing your teary eyes on him.
Jungkook takes the camera from your shaky hands and places it on the bed for a moment. He leans down to kiss you deeply.
âYou good, baby?â he asks softly against your lips.
You hum weakly in response. your hands roam over his bare torso, feeling the hard ridges of his abs.
âYouâve gained more musclesâŚâ you whisper out.
Jungkook hums darkly and you feel him flexing his body under your touch.
âYou like it?â his eyes locks on yours.
You bite your lip and lean up to biting his jaw in response. âso much..â
Jungkook chuckles as his hands work to remove your bra leaving you completely bare for him. Jungkookâs hands are back on the camera as he sits on his heels between your legs and angles the lens towards your flushed face.
âIs this good, my love?â
You suddenly feel extremely exposed under the cameraâs gaze. Your cheeks heat up instantly. You give him a weak nod unable to speak properly.
Jungkookâs expression softens with pure fondness while his eyes stay dark on you.
âYouâre really shy about the camera, huh?â
He reaches out with his free hand and gently strokes your flushed cheek with his thumb then drags it to press against your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down.
âSo cute,â he murmurs almost to himself.
Jungkook can't resist but place some loving pecks on your cheeks making you both giggle.
âSay hi to my vlog, baby,â he teases.
You whine shyly, trying to turn your face away. Jungkook breathes out a laugh before cupping one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers find your already hardened nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
Your eyes flutter shut instinctively, teeth sinking into your lower lip to trap the moan threatening to spill out.
âDonât hide those pretty eyes from me.â
You eyes lift to meet his intense stare, the moment you doâhe brings his hand to his mouth spitting onto his fingers letting a generous amount of saliva coat them before returning his hand to your chest. He spreads the slickness over both buds, coating and tugging them between his wet fingers making your back arch off the bed.
Your legs squirm restlessly beneath him, thighs pressing together as fresh heat floods your core.
His eyes flick down between your legs, watching the way your pussy glistens under the light.
âYou like how I ruin you, donât you?â he rasps with dark satisfaction.
His thumb eventually leaves your nipple and slides up to your mouth. He presses the pad of it against your lips.
You part your lips as he pushes his thumb inside and immediately start sucking on itâswirling your tongue around the digit like you would his cock.
âSo fucking greedy for me,â Jungkook hisses.
The sight of you sucking so eagerly on his thumb while your nipples are shiny and swollen from his spit has his cock throbbing painfully in his sweats.
Your eyes drift down his body to his bulge straining against his shorts.
with a needy whimper, you pull him down by his broad shoulders onto the bed. He lets out a surprised chuckle and you climb over him kissing down his body. Your lips press against his warm skin. You trail wet kisses over his chest, paying extra attention to the beautiful tattoos decorating his skin.
Your tongue traces the lines of his ink, tasting the faint salt of his sweat.
God, you wish you could mark him the way he marks you â leave dark hickeys and bite marks all over his perfect body for everyone to see. but for now, you make up for it by worshipping him with your mouth, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.
Jungkookâs free hand comes to rest in your hair as you move further down.
finally, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tug them down impatiently. His cock springs free, slapping against his toned stomach. The pink tip glistens with precum.
You wrap your lips around the leaking head and suck, too impatient to tease him. Jungkook curses sharply. Your favourite musky taste of him explodes on your tongue and you moan louder around his cock.
You take him deeper right away, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head, working the top half of his length with eager sounds.
Jungkookâs head falls back for a second, momentarily forgetting about the camera in his hand. But he quickly recovers, lifting it again and angling it perfectly to capture the sinful sight of his beautiful girlfriend sucking his cock so greedily.
âshit, baby.. look at you,â he groans. âalways fucking hungry for my cock.â
His praises only makes you take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.
Jungkookâs hand tightens in your hair guiding you as he pushes your head down a little more. The pressure makes you gag around him.
âthatâs it.. fuck â just like that,â his abs clenching as he watches you through the camera. âmy good girl. looking so pretty crying on my cock.â
He starts to thrust up gently, fucking into your warm mouth.
your tears mix with the spit dripping from your chin onto his balls but you donât stop â you canât. You want all of him.
Jungkookâs cock twitches in your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. you can feel him getting dangerously close.
but he pulls your head back firmly. a thick string of spit connects your swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock as you gasp for air.
âI need to feel you, baby.. get up here.â
You donât need to be told twice. while he quickly reaches over and places the camera on the nightstand beside the bed, angling it perfectly to capture both of you, you're already climbing over him.
Your hand wraps around his spit-slick cock, stroking him once before you sink on him. you both moan in unison. Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth biting onto your shoulder.
you whimper, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. Heâs so big â always so fucking big that it burns in the most delicious way.
Impatience and pure need take over as you start bouncing on his cock with a desperate rhythm. The slick smack of your soaked pussy taking his cock over and over fills the room.
He pulls you down harder against him, pressing your chests together until your bodies are completely stuck â skin against sweaty skin, your hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
âGive me a kiss.â
You lean in messily, crashing your mouth onto his. moans spill into each otherâs mouths. Jungkook thrusts up hard from below, meeting your bounces with powerful strokes that make you cry out into the kiss.
He fucks you like that, reaching you so deep while you ride him like youâre starved for his cock.
Jungkookâs hands slide down to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as he helps you bounce harder.
He bites into your bottom lip.
âMy beautiful baby.. keep riding my cock, princess.â
You clench hard around him, a loud broken moan ripping from your throat as another wave of pleasure crashes through you. The way heâs stretching you and filling you so perfectly just makes your mind go hazy.
Jungkook growls at the feeling and he flips you over with ease. your back hits the mattress before your boyfriend intertwines your fingers and resumes with his rough thrusts.
Your legs wrap weakly around his narrow waist trying to pull him even deeper.
âThis pussy is made for me. You are made for me... only for me.â
Your heels dig into his back as he fucks you straight into oblivion.
Jungkook swallows every single moan that spills from your lips. His tongue dominating yours while he rails you into the mattress.
âTell me, baby,â he demands hotly. âTell me who you belong to.â
âYou, Kookââ you sob. âOnly for you... only yoursââ
âThatâs right.â
Your nails dig desperately into the back of his hands. His free hand slides between your bodies finding your swollen clit.
Your eyes roll back as you fall apart again. Your pussy throbs with creamy arousal gushing around his length with a broken scream of his name.
His thrusts become more erratic as he chases his high.
Jungkook blindly reaches for the camera with one hand angling it down at your stomach.
âFuck.. look at that." He presses his free hand over the bulge in your lower belly feeling his own cock moving inside you. âSo pretty, baby. so fucking pretty with my cock inside you.â
He records himself sliding in and out of you slowly glistening with your arousal.
The overstimulation makes you whimper and squirm heavily underneath him. only then does he finally pull out of you.
He kneels between your spread thighs, wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes himself roughly eyes locked on your fucked-out face.
with a husky groan thick ropes of his warm cum shoot across your stomach and tits â painting your skin in sticky white.
You barely have time to process the filthy sight while Jungkook films himself dragging the swollen head of his cock through his own release, spreading it messily over your skin.
He rubs his cum into your nipple and across your belly â dipping the tip of his cock between your sensitive folds to smear some over your clit.
You watch him with hazy eyes and a heaving chest.
Sometimes you forget just how nasty your boyfriend can really be.
âSuch a pretty canvas." Jungkook finally looks up at you through the camera lens with a wild smirk.
Jungkookâs newest obsession with vlogging turns into the two of you making your first sex tape together.
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - 18+ established relationship au, smut MDNI
wc -3.3k
Warnings - filming sex ofc, lotss of kissing, pet names, big d jk, marking, biting, oral f. and m. receiving, dom jk, fingering, breast play, unprotected sex, crying, praises, riding, missionary, cumming on body, rough sex, overstimulation, some filthy cum play, they're jst really cutee ((
a/n - every time I think Iâve already written the most filthiest thing I could, I somehow come up with something even more ridiculous đ oh n I also plan to post one more fic by this week hopefully!!
The staff guides you to Jungkookâs room and leaves after opening the door for you. You gently push the door open and step inside to find Jin walking out from the living area. He breaks into a smile greeting you before telling how impatient Jungkookâs been waiting for you all day.
Your excitement dims a little when you realize your surprise clearly isnât a surprise anymore making him laugh. He explains that Jungkook found out you were coming earlier in the morning from one of the staff.
You end up laughing while Jin leaves dramatically rambling about being fed up of Jungkook's camera. Needless to say that the world has been witnessing Jungkookâs current obsession in real time. For the past week heâs been recording absolutely everything.
Once the door clicks shut, you take off your shoes and sit on the edge of the bed.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens. Jungkook steps out wearing a black tank top and black shorts. His hair is a little damp, water droplets slide down his neck and toned arms.
He holds his camera in his left hand absentmindedly checking the screen.
The moment his eyes land on you, you stand up and practically run to him. Jungkook drops the camera onto the nearby couch and catches you as you jump into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.
âFuck baby, I was waiting for so long,â he breathes against your neck inhaling your scent.
âI wanted to surprise you,â you pout lightly. âJin oppa told me you already knew I was coming today.â
Jungkook lets out a soft laugh and pulls back to look at your face.
âI can still act super surprised if you want."
You roll your eyes and your pout fades as he leans in and kisses you. The kiss quickly turns hungry as his lips move against yours with weeks of built-up longing.
Jungkook moves carrying you in his arms. One hand reaches out to place the camera on the stand in front of the bed, adjusting it quickly until it faces both of you properly.
A giggle slips from you immediately.
âNew vlog?â
Jungkook grins against your lips.
"With your cameo.â
You shake your head fondly while he sits down on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap. His hands slide down to grip your waist as the kiss grows nothing but more messier.
âI missed you so fucking much."
You pull back to reply the same. âI missed you too,â you take his cheeks between your hands before placing so many more of your kisses.
His hands roam around touching you everywhere. sliding down to grip your ass, then moving back up. âYour tourâs going really well,â you try speaking in between. âEveryoneâs doing so good.â
Jungkook hums against your mouth, clearly distracted. His lips trail down to your neck sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. you throw your head back, letting out a breathless moan.
His thumb brushes over your breasts, making you shiver.
and your eyes suddenly drift to the side.
âkook...â you breath out. âyour camera..â
Jungkook slides his tongue deep into your mouth before pulling back to speak against it.
âWhat about it?â
Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You both know exactly whatâs happening. although you trust Jungkook with your entire soul, the idea of being recorded like this makes nervousness and arousal swirl together inside you.
âYou want me to stop it?â
His fingers remain under your top as he waits for your answer.
You bite your lower lip with a little hesitation, but the heat in his eyes and the way your body is aching for him takes over and you slowly shake your head. Jungkookâs smirk is pure sin as he bites your earlobe.
âGood girl."
His hands pull you down harder against his growing erection. mouth crashing back onto yours. you kiss him back just as desperately, your hands sliding up to grip his biceps, feeling his new muscles flex under your fingers.
You start grinding slowly on him. the thin fabric of your pants rubs against him and you can feel everything.
You know he isnât wearing anything underneath because you can feel the outline of his cock rubbing perfectly against your clit through your clothes.
âfuck... I missed you,â Jungkookâs words come out husky against your lips. âmissed you so fucking much, baby.â
wet sounds fill the room as your tongues slide together. his palm is hot against your waist. the other squeezes your ass harder, encouraging you to grind down on his cock.
Jungkook pulls back to tug your top up. You lift your arms for him and he yanks it off. His eyes drop to your chest and his dick twitches at the sight of you wearing his new design.
He curses deeply as his eyes darken the more he takes you in. âYou planning to kill me, princess?â
Your breathless laugh quickly turns into a surprised gasp as Jungkook flips you overâcaging you in with his arms like you're his prey.
His mouth finds your neck much rougher this time. marking across all over your throat and collarbones.
You squeak with a small laugh when he bites a little too roughly on your shoulder.
âKooâ!â you gasp, half-laughing, half-moaning.
Jungkook chuckles against your skin but doesnât stop. He soothes the bite with his tongue while his hands slide up to squeeze over your covered breasts.
âYou look so fucking good in my design,â he speaks with dripping need. âBut I want it off soon.â
He palms your pussy roughly through your pants, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. The pressure makes you jerk against him.
âjungkooââ your voice already breaks.
He hums in satisfaction while kissing down your body. His lips trail open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, tongue dipping into your belly button before moving even lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and tug them down.
âLook at this mess,â he eyes the large wet patch soaking through your panties. He leans down to press a torturous kiss right over your aching pussy.
âTell me how much you missed me, baby.â
You whimper desperately. âso much, kook... please⌠I missed you so much.â
Just as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook rips your panties down your legs before diving in immediately like a starved man.
The first long lick from your entrance to your clit makes you moan loudly. his tongue laps at your soaked folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. The metal of his piercing adds a delicious sensation sending shockwaves through your body with every flick.
Jungkook eats you like heâs addicted. pushing in his tongue inside you. your thighs shake around his head as his deep groans vibrate against your core.
your eyes suddenly drift to the side and rush of embarrassment hits you but this time it only makes you wetter.
you almost whine at the loss of his mouth when Jungkook pulls back with lips and chin glistening with your arousal.
He returns back with his camera, placing it in your hands and adjusting it so the lens faces him between your spread legs.
âHold it steady for me,â he instructs you before settling back.
your hands tremble slightly as you grip the camera. your pussy clenches visibly under his gaze.
Jungkook smirks at your nervousness before diving back in. his mouth latches onto your pussy again with a new vigour.
He circles his tongue over your swollen clit slowly while he looks straight into the camera lens. and you make the mistake of looking down at the filthy scene. the sight only makes your pussy gush fresh slick onto his tongue.
You moan loudly, struggling to keep the camera steady. The pleasure is too intense as your arms start shaking.
Jungkook pulls back slightly before growling at you, âI told you to hold it steady, baby. I need good footage of me eating this pretty pussy.â
He slaps your thigh lightly as a teasing punishment before pushing two thick fingers inside you, curling instantly against your g-spot while his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit.
A few tears slip down your eyes.
âKookâ ahhâ I canâtâ fuck!â
âYes you can,â he chuckles darkly against your fold.
As his fingers pump faster, your thighs tremble violently around his head. youâre barely able to keep the camera focused on him with the pleasure making your vision blur. your back arches sharply off the bed, pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Jungkook groans in satisfaction completely lost in your taste.
He laps at every drop of your release drinking you down greedily.
You try to close your legs.
âkooâ too muchââ
Jungkook lets out an almost angry groan against your pussy and forcefully spreads your legs wider. his mouth continues making sure he gets every last drop.
Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as broken moans keep spilling from your lips. Only when your body starts twitching hard does Jungkook finally pull back.
He places one last tender kiss on your sensitive clit before lifting his head.
He rises onto his knees between your spread legs and tugs his black tank top off before wiping his chin with it and tossing aside. You try focusing your teary eyes on him.
Jungkook takes the camera from your shaky hands and places it on the bed for a moment. He leans down to kiss you deeply.
âYou good, baby?â he asks softly against your lips.
You hum weakly in response. your hands roam over his bare torso, feeling the hard ridges of his abs.
âYouâve gained more musclesâŚâ you whisper out.
Jungkook hums darkly and you feel him flexing his body under your touch.
âYou like it?â his eyes locks on yours.
You bite your lip and lean up to biting his jaw in response. âso much..â
Jungkook chuckles as his hands work to remove your bra leaving you completely bare for him. Jungkookâs hands are back on the camera as he sits on his heels between your legs and angles the lens towards your flushed face.
âIs this good, my love?â
You suddenly feel extremely exposed under the cameraâs gaze. Your cheeks heat up instantly. You give him a weak nod unable to speak properly.
Jungkookâs expression softens with pure fondness while his eyes stay dark on you.
âYouâre really shy about the camera, huh?â
He reaches out with his free hand and gently strokes your flushed cheek with his thumb then drags it to press against your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down.
âSo cute,â he murmurs almost to himself.
Jungkook can't resist but place some loving pecks on your cheeks making you both giggle.
âSay hi to my vlog, baby,â he teases.
You whine shyly, trying to turn your face away. Jungkook breathes out a laugh before cupping one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers find your already hardened nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
Your eyes flutter shut instinctively, teeth sinking into your lower lip to trap the moan threatening to spill out.
âDonât hide those pretty eyes from me.â
You eyes lift to meet his intense stare, the moment you doâhe brings his hand to his mouth spitting onto his fingers letting a generous amount of saliva coat them before returning his hand to your chest. He spreads the slickness over both buds, coating and tugging them between his wet fingers making your back arch off the bed.
Your legs squirm restlessly beneath him, thighs pressing together as fresh heat floods your core.
His eyes flick down between your legs, watching the way your pussy glistens under the light.
âYou like how I ruin you, donât you?â he rasps with dark satisfaction.
His thumb eventually leaves your nipple and slides up to your mouth. He presses the pad of it against your lips.
You part your lips as he pushes his thumb inside and immediately start sucking on itâswirling your tongue around the digit like you would his cock.
âSo fucking greedy for me,â Jungkook hisses.
The sight of you sucking so eagerly on his thumb while your nipples are shiny and swollen from his spit has his cock throbbing painfully in his sweats.
Your eyes drift down his body to his bulge straining against his shorts.
with a needy whimper, you pull him down by his broad shoulders onto the bed. He lets out a surprised chuckle and you climb over him kissing down his body. Your lips press against his warm skin. You trail wet kisses over his chest, paying extra attention to the beautiful tattoos decorating his skin.
Your tongue traces the lines of his ink, tasting the faint salt of his sweat.
God, you wish you could mark him the way he marks you â leave dark hickeys and bite marks all over his perfect body for everyone to see. but for now, you make up for it by worshipping him with your mouth, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.
Jungkookâs free hand comes to rest in your hair as you move further down.
finally, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tug them down impatiently. His cock springs free, slapping against his toned stomach. The pink tip glistens with precum.
You wrap your lips around the leaking head and suck, too impatient to tease him. Jungkook curses sharply. Your favourite musky taste of him explodes on your tongue and you moan louder around his cock.
You take him deeper right away, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head, working the top half of his length with eager sounds.
Jungkookâs head falls back for a second, momentarily forgetting about the camera in his hand. But he quickly recovers, lifting it again and angling it perfectly to capture the sinful sight of his beautiful girlfriend sucking his cock so greedily.
âshit, baby.. look at you,â he groans. âalways fucking hungry for my cock.â
His praises only makes you take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.
Jungkookâs hand tightens in your hair guiding you as he pushes your head down a little more. The pressure makes you gag around him.
âthatâs it.. fuck â just like that,â his abs clenching as he watches you through the camera. âmy good girl. looking so pretty crying on my cock.â
He starts to thrust up gently, fucking into your warm mouth.
your tears mix with the spit dripping from your chin onto his balls but you donât stop â you canât. You want all of him.
Jungkookâs cock twitches in your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. you can feel him getting dangerously close.
but he pulls your head back firmly. a thick string of spit connects your swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock as you gasp for air.
âI need to feel you, baby.. get up here.â
You donât need to be told twice. while he quickly reaches over and places the camera on the nightstand beside the bed, angling it perfectly to capture both of you, you're already climbing over him.
Your hand wraps around his spit-slick cock, stroking him once before you sink on him. you both moan in unison. Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth biting onto your shoulder.
you whimper, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. Heâs so big â always so fucking big that it burns in the most delicious way.
Impatience and pure need take over as you start bouncing on his cock with a desperate rhythm. The slick smack of your soaked pussy taking his cock over and over fills the room.
He pulls you down harder against him, pressing your chests together until your bodies are completely stuck â skin against sweaty skin, your hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
âGive me a kiss.â
You lean in messily, crashing your mouth onto his. moans spill into each otherâs mouths. Jungkook thrusts up hard from below, meeting your bounces with powerful strokes that make you cry out into the kiss.
He fucks you like that, reaching you so deep while you ride him like youâre starved for his cock.
Jungkookâs hands slide down to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as he helps you bounce harder.
He bites into your bottom lip.
âMy beautiful baby.. keep riding my cock, princess.â
You clench hard around him, a loud broken moan ripping from your throat as another wave of pleasure crashes through you. The way heâs stretching you and filling you so perfectly just makes your mind go hazy.
Jungkook growls at the feeling and he flips you over with ease. your back hits the mattress before your boyfriend intertwines your fingers and resumes with his rough thrusts.
Your legs wrap weakly around his narrow waist trying to pull him even deeper.
âThis pussy is made for me. You are made for me... only for me.â
Your heels dig into his back as he fucks you straight into oblivion.
Jungkook swallows every single moan that spills from your lips. His tongue dominating yours while he rails you into the mattress.
âTell me, baby,â he demands hotly. âTell me who you belong to.â
âYou, Kookââ you sob. âOnly for you... only yoursââ
âThatâs right.â
Your nails dig desperately into the back of his hands. His free hand slides between your bodies finding your swollen clit.
Your eyes roll back as you fall apart again. Your pussy throbs with creamy arousal gushing around his length with a broken scream of his name.
His thrusts become more erratic as he chases his high.
Jungkook blindly reaches for the camera with one hand angling it down at your stomach.
âFuck.. look at that." He presses his free hand over the bulge in your lower belly feeling his own cock moving inside you. âSo pretty, baby. so fucking pretty with my cock inside you.â
He records himself sliding in and out of you slowly glistening with your arousal.
The overstimulation makes you whimper and squirm heavily underneath him. only then does he finally pull out of you.
He kneels between your spread thighs, wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes himself roughly eyes locked on your fucked-out face.
with a husky groan thick ropes of his warm cum shoot across your stomach and tits â painting your skin in sticky white.
You barely have time to process the filthy sight while Jungkook films himself dragging the swollen head of his cock through his own release, spreading it messily over your skin.
He rubs his cum into your nipple and across your belly â dipping the tip of his cock between your sensitive folds to smear some over your clit.
You watch him with hazy eyes and a heaving chest.
Sometimes you forget just how nasty your boyfriend can really be.
âSuch a pretty canvas." Jungkook finally looks up at you through the camera lens with a wild smirk.
Summary:Â There's no turning back after diving headfirst into the deep end with you, not that Jungkook would ever want to, but past secrets and choices entirely out of his control might just topple the delicate house of cards he's spent eight months building to conceal his web of lies.
Pairing:Â Jungkook x Reader, Jungkookâs Twin x Reader, (Slight) Jungkook x Jennie
Warnings: intense grief, depression, self-loathing, crying, screaming, arguing, name calling, panic attack, cemetery, headstone, mention of funeral, anger, lying, manipulating, gaslighting, pregnancy/miscarriage, menstruation, cramps, doctors, mention of procedure, fertility issues, secrets, twins, trading places, tricking people, illness, motorcycles, the press/news, corporate world, blood, first dates, anxiety. SMUT: dub-con (she consents to the acts but is unaware of his real identity), kissing, unprotected vaginal sex, period sex, cowgirl, missionary, fingering, neck kissing, creampie. OK that's it!
Authorâs Note:Â guys can you believe it?? all this anticipation and you finally get to find out the truth and how everything ends! also, today is the one year anniversary of my writing era (aka when I dropped Universal Truths). so happy anniversary to us!! it's been the best year ever and I have all of you to thank for that. I can't wait to hear what you have to say, some people guessed pieces of the ending but no one got it completely so I'm pretty happy about that. alright, enjoy the climatic finale and I love you all soooo much!! :)
->Â The Wife Trap Masterpost
When a bell dings above Jungkookâs head as he enters the bakery, it reminds him of the sound he once believed heâd hear upon meeting his soulmate. Then, as if the universe is laughing at him, you appear in his line of sight.Â
Youâre exiting the kitchen with a large tray of scones balancing on your palm which you gracefully slide into the display case to replace the empty one. After rising to your full height again, you spot him in the doorway and your eyes light up like fireworks.Â
âHoney? What are you doing here?âÂ
Before he can even open his mouth, you scurry across the room to him. He naturally extends his arms out and pulls you in close once you barrel straight into his chest.Â
âThought Iâd surprise my beautiful wife at work,â he explains.Â
His lips find your temple before you unravel yourself from his embrace.Â
âArenât you too busy for that?âÂ
âEh, maybe. Iâm never too busy for you, though.â
Your responding smile is just as radiant as always, and the lovesick gleam in your eye is something heâll never tire of witnessing.Â
âBut how do you know Iâm not too busy for you?â You retort with a smirk.Â
Jungkook playfully clicks his tongue a couple times like heâs scolding you.
âThat's something I never wanna hear.â
âWell, Iâm a business woman now. So you donât have much say in the matter.âÂ
With your hands placed proudly on your hips as they are now, you look like a sweeter-than-candy version of Wonder Woman, and the corners of his lips twitch upwards.Â
âFair enough, business woman. Are you too busy for me?â
After momentarily pursing your lips in thought, you smile and shake your head.
âNope.â
He tsks at you.
âPut me through all that heartache for nothinâ.âÂ
Jungkook steals your hand so he can lace your fingers together while you holler at Jennie about leaving for a bit. He follows suit by waving at her with his free hand where sheâs standing behind the counter, to which she enthusiastically returns the greeting.Â
It lifts his spirits to see such a massive smile on Jennieâs face. He feared she would never wear such a bright expression again, but it seems sheâs found new fulfillment by helping you manage the bakery.Â
âSo, where are we going?â
The two of you are strolling hand in hand down the street adjacent to the building, your arms lazily swinging between you.Â
âThought we could just walk around together, maybe grab some coffee,â he proposes.
His answer causes you to stop short in the middle of the sidewalk.Â
âDid you do something bad?â
âHuh?â
âJae, the only time youâd ever leave the office for lunch was to meet with Kookie once a month. Let alone just to go on some afternoon stroll with me,â you declare.Â
He debates over his reply while beginning to tug you along with him again.Â
âYouâre right, but I think itâs about time I change that.â His hand squeezes your own. âWeâre both working now and that means less time to spend together at home.âÂ
âYou gonna make this a little routine, then?â
âIâd like to,â he firmly states. âAnything I can do to see your gorgeous smile more often, I will.â
The blush creeping onto your cheeks and up your neck is precisely why he canceled all his early afternoon meetings to spend time with you. Moments like these are priceless and he understands now more than ever how fleeting they are.Â
âSpeaking of routines, thereâs one you stopped doing after we lost Kookie that Iâve been really missing lately,â you announce.Â
âHm? Whatâs that?â
Youâre gnawing on your bottom lip as though youâre embarrassed, which is both adorable and heartbreaking, considering you shouldnât ever find it hard to tell him how you feel.Â
âWell, you know how you used to bring me home a new bouquet every Friday? I didnât mention it sooner because everythingâs been such a whirlwind the last eight months, but I seriously miss smelling flowers every morning when I come downstairs.âÂ
Jungkook mentally smacks himself in the forehead. Of course, he vividly recalls your kitchen table always having a fresh flower arrangement in the center. Not to mention Jaehyun spoke about it plenty over the years.Â
He even remembers how his twin would waltz into the house on Friday evenings with a massive bouquet in his hands and shout, âHappy Friday, beautiful!â
âFuck, baby, Iâm so sorry.â He pauses and turns to face you. âI never thought of it once this entire time.â
âI know. Itâs alright.â
âBut it isnât. My grief shouldnât prevent me from treating my wife how she deserves.â
His comment causes your eyes to roll.
âHoney, you treat me better than I could ever hope for. The flowers? Theyâre far above and beyond your duties as a husband. Thatâs why I didnât bring it up before.â
âAbove and beyond or not, itâs something Iâve done for you for years and it shouldnât just stop because I have a lot on my mind.â Jungkook sighs while encasing your hands between his own. âI promise to do better and youâll start regularly receiving your flowers again this week.â
You smile and acknowledge his vow with a nod before giving him a quick peck.Â
The stroll lasts another half hour or so, including a brief stop for drinks to sip on during your trek back to the bakery. Jungkook kisses you goodbye outside the entrance, out of view from any customers, but waits for you to safely step inside before returning to his own workplace.Â
Upon arriving at the office, he immediately begins digging around old files and notebooks for the name of the florist Jaehyun used. He imagines his brother had a weekly service set up with them and Jungkook wants to reestablish it if possible.Â
In the end, he finds absolutely nothing, and has to ask Jimin for assistance. Unsurprisingly, his twinâs longtime employee already has the name on hand and scribbles the information on a sticky note for Jungkook.Â
After work, he heads straight to the florist shop thatâs thankfully about equal distance away from both the office and house.Â
Just like the bakery, a bell dings overhead when he enters the building and the sound causes an older lady behind the counter to glance up.
âAh! Jaehyun, dearie, I wondered when weâd be seeing you again!âÂ
It only makes sense she recognizes him, Jaehyun probably saw her once a week for the last three or four years whenever he picked up the bouquets.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry,â he remarks while weaving through the shop towards her. âWe had a death in the family and suddenly all my usual routines got thrown out the window.âÂ
âOh, I know, dearie. I saw the news in the paper after it happened. Iâm so sorry about your brother,â she tells him as her hand comfortingly covers his own where itâs resting on the counter.Â
Jungkook offers her a small, warm grin.
âThank you.â
âYou know, Iâm a twin myself.â
His eyes widen in pleasant surprise. He doesnât think heâs come across another twin since losing his own.
âReally?â
âMmhm. Identical, too, just like you. She passed away a couple years ago.â
Itâs hard to hide how his breath catches in his throat. For eight months heâs felt so unbearably alone itâs been like carrying around a physical weight. But hereâs someone who knows exactly how he feels, even if the circumstances differ.
âIâm sorry,â he quietly offers.
She merely waves him off.
âIt was old age, nothing like what you went through.â Her expression shifts from professional to caring; almost motherly. âItâs weird, isnât it? Going from two to one.â He nods, in complete awe of her speaking his own emotions aloud. âNo one else understands, do they? I mean, they try, but itâs impossible. Youâre with this person from conception and then all of the sudden⌠nothing.â
A stray tear sneaks out from the corner of Jungkookâs eye which he quickly wipes away, but she still notices and sends him a sympathetic, understanding look in return.Â
âItâs indescrible,â he replies.Â
âIt is.â
âOther people canât even begin to comprehend what itâs like walking around as just a half. Sometimes it feels like Iâve been cut right down the middle and Iâm bleeding out.â
Her head curiously tilts while she surveys him for a moment.
âIs that how you view yourself, dearie? As half a person?â Another nod. âWell, thatâs not true. You and your brother were two separate, distinct individuals. Although Iâm sure your bond was much stronger than most siblings, you didnât complete one another, you complimented each other.â
It takes a second for her words to sink beneath his skin and flow through his veins. He rolls the notion around in his mind a few times and when it finally solidifies, Jungkook feels like heâs been hit over the head with a metaphorical brick.Â
His entire life, heâs always viewed him and Jaehyun as two halves of a whole. It never even occurred to him there could be other schools of thought. Rather than two magnets stuck together by a natural force, from her perspective, theyâre closer to parallel lines moving at the same pace.Â
Jungkook doesnât realize heâs crying until he feels a tissue being pushed into his hand. The kind gesture brings a smile to his face as he thanks her with a curt bow before drying his eyes.Â
âIâve never thought about it like that,â he confesses.
She smiles as well.
âIt appears so. I hope the fresh perspective helps, dearie, I really do.â
âIt does. Thank you.âÂ
When his grin broadens, she reaches out to pinch his cheek, causing him to giggle and scrunch his nose.Â
âSo, what brings you in after so long?âÂ
Jungkook sighs.Â
âWell, my lovely wife misses her weekly flowers and if Iâd remembered sooner myself, I wouldâve been here ages ago.âÂ
âAh, I see. Do you want to return to the old schedule? I use whatever seasonal flowers we have and you pick them up Friday before closing time?âÂ
He enthusiastically nods while clasping his hands together in a prayer position.
âYouâre a lifesaver. Yes, please.â
She chuckles and types on her computer for a couple minutes before meeting his gaze again.
âDone. Weâll see you on Friday,â she announces.
âThank you. Thank you. Thank you!â
If it werenât totally inappropriate, he would leap across the counter to hug her. Not only did she solve his problem with you, but her words of wisdom were some of the best heâs ever heard.Â
The interaction leaves Jungkook with a genuine pep in his step as he strolls towards the front door after returning home. His good mood lingers beyond the threshold as well, especially when he finds you at the stove cooking dinner for two.Â
âHi, honey!âÂ
Rather than greeting you, he snatches your waist from behind to yank you into his chest. You squeal and kick your legs in mock protest, but he ignores you in favor of aggressively kissing your cheek.Â
âI missed you so much,â he proclaims into your skin.Â
âWe saw each other a couple hours ago.â
âStill too long.âÂ
You giggle and smack his forearm so heâll let you go. But once your feet are back on earth, you spin around in his arms for a slow, lingering lip lock.Â
âIf it makes you feel any better, I missed you, too,â you confess.Â
Jungkook smiles into the kiss before breaking it to tuck some hair behind your ear.
âIt always does.â
This is the typical affection that occurs between you two and after eight months, itâs as easy as breathing for Jungkook.Â
Ever since you had sex for the first time two months ago, youâve both been clingier. You were already a handsy couple before, but the deeper bond forged through intimacy amplified the urge to always be near each other.Â
Following that night, neither of you have been able to resist one another. In the last eight weeks, Jungkook can count on one hand how many days you havenât had sex. It doesnât just happen in the evenings, either. Sometimes he wakes you up in the morning by kissing his way down your torso until he reaches your center. On weekends, you often pause whatever afternoon activity youâre doing to force him onto the couch while sinking to your knees.Â
Youâre making up for lost time. Although, for you itâs about six months and for him itâs been almost sixteen years.Â
Despite having a full blown mental breakdown after making love to you for the first time, Jungkook hasnât had any issues since. He simply lives alongside his guilt like itâs a roommate inside his head, just as he does with the grief and loneliness of being without Jaehyun.
Itâs a good thing because youâre fairly insatiable, and if his emotions were still giving him pause, it would be impossible to please you. Â
Like right now, when you begin guiding him out of the kitchen and towards the living room with a mischievous glimmer in your eye.
âSweetheartâŚâ
âWhat?â You nonchalantly shrug, but your smirk reveals your true intentions. âDinner takes over an hour to cook in the oven.âÂ
âYou know, at one point you might just milk me dry,â he warns.
âSays the one who always asks for another round,â you counter after reaching the couch and shoving him down.Â
He plops onto the cushions with a low grunt, but heâs grown accustomed to this song and dance, and his eyes follow your every move as you straddle his lap.Â
His hands immediately start to crawl up your spine while you focus on kissing and biting his neck. Your hips are already rolling into his, causing his dick to strain against his slacks. Regardless, he doesnât hesitate to mirror your movements so you can feel how hard heâs become just for you.
âNot my fault your pussyâs so damn addicting.âÂ
You giggle and lift your head.
âYouâre right, baby. Iâm so sorry for having such a tight, wet cunt.â
Jungkook loudly groans while his eyes roll into his skull.
âFuck! You just love driving me insane. Donât you?â
âItâs only, like, my favorite pastime,â you quip.
Your lips meet before the banter can continue as your bodies work in tandem to provide friction to your most sensitive areas and nerve endings. After a little while, Jungkook sneaks his hands beneath your shirt to pull it over your head, but you sever the kiss and stop him.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks you, concern evident in his features.Â
âNothing. Iâm just on my period at the moment and for whatever reason itâs really, really heavy.â
His head tilts in confusion.
âLike abnormally heavy?â
âYeah. The cramps are killing me, too.âÂ
âWell, donât orgasms help with cramps? Letâs kill two birds with one stone.â
He goes to kiss you again, but you maintain the distance between you by leaning away from him.Â
âWhat?â
Thereâs a sharp edge to your tone like you suspect heâs messing with you and youâre not in the mood.
âWhat?âÂ
His iteration comes out much more clueless.Â
âJae, youâre the most squeamish person I know. You canât handle the sight of blood at all. Let alone touch it.â
Shit.
Jaehyun did get pretty queasy around blood. Which is a shame because period sex feels fucking fantastic and his twin shouldâve gotten to experience it at least once while he was alive.Â
âRight, right.â Jungkook nibbles on his lower lip while his mind scores through different explanations he can use. âI guess once you wake up in the hospital next to your dead brother, that stuff just doesnât really bother you anymore.âÂ
You grimace and reach up to card your fingers through his hair.Â
âAre you sure? Iâm more than happy just to help you out.â
He nods.
âIâm positive, baby. But Iâm a little concerned about your period being so bad.â
âI mean, it happens to the best of us,â you claim.
Perhaps he simply doesnât have enough knowledge on the matter, but he hates the idea of you being in pain or discomfort.Â
âAlright. Just promise me youâll go to the doctor if it doesnât let up.â
You reassuringly smile.
âI promise.â
Jungkookâs hand rises to cradle your head so he can guide you closer for a kiss. You two quickly pick up where you left off, starting with him removing your top and tossing it aside on the couch. His shirtâs the next victim and then your bra, soon leaving you both nude from the waist up.
Your soft, warm skin brushing against his own is one of his favorite feelings in the world and he presses on the small of your back until there isnât any space left between you. The two of you proceed to lazily make out and dry hump for some time, but you both eventually grow too needy and start maneuvering so you can strip your pants and underwear off.Â
Once the rest of your clothes are strewn across the furniture, Jungkookâs hand slips between your legs where he glides his fingertips through your folds.
âFuck, youâre so wet,â he notes as his lips travel across your jaw and down your neck.
âI think thatâs all the blood, honey.â
âDoesnât matter.â Two of his fingers push into your hole and you naturally arch towards him when he begins curling them. âStill feels fucking amazing. And so damn tight.â
He continues to slowly fuck you while maiming your throat with his teeth and tongue. The airy whimpers he elicits are music to his ears and heâll do anything to keep hearing them. Which is why he glances up for an explanation when you suddenly grab his wrist to stop him.
âI want your cock,â you answer the silent question.
As if Jungkook could ever deny you.Â
âYeah, baby? You gonna ride me exactly how I like?âÂ
Following a nod, you kneel and wrap your hand around his dick to pump him. Heâs already rock hard, just like he always is as soon as you touch him, but the grip still helps lead him towards your cunt as you descend again.Â
When his head passes through your tight circle of nerves, you both groan, and the pleasure only increases the farther you sink down his length.Â
âGod, youâre so fucking big.âÂ
Jungkook snickers.
âDonât act like you forget. I was balls deep in you just last night,â he retorts.
âI know, but holy shit. I donât think Iâll ever get used to how full you make me feel.âÂ
The sentiment is certainly shared because having his cock buried deep inside you still frazzles his brain every time. Itâs especially true at the moment, since your pussyâs extra swollen and sensitive due to your period.Â
He would sit here with your bodies intertwined forever if you let him, even without any movement or friction. Itâs heaven on earth and heâs positive heâll never get enough.
âNo? Not even after all this time?âÂ
Your responding chuckle is fractured by a moan when he rocks his hips forward to send his cock straight into your g-spot.
âYes. Iâll be eighty and still babbling about how much I love your cock.â
Jungkook genuinely cackles, causing your chest to shake along with his due to the proximity.
âDitto.â
You join in his laughter before the noise gets muffled by your lips meeting again. Since youâre both still smiling, your teeth scrape against each other until you manage to find your footing.
While your mouths partake in an amorous dance, you begin dragging your hips across his lap. The fluid motion allows your cunt to seamlessly move up and down his shaft and it isnât long before his velvety skin is coated in arousal with a creamy, white ring at the base.Â
Youâre goddamn prolific at riding dick, and Jungkook doesnât have to do much but sit there and watch you bounce. Even so, he still lets one hand roam your spine while the other tugs on your hair. He also takes control of the kiss by nipping at your bottom lip and conquering your mouth with his tongue.Â
âShit, baby, youâre doing so well,â he encourages you. âTaking this big cock like you were made for it.âÂ
His words make you keen as your body instinctively speeds up. The pace isnât too fast, not like how he pounds into you after a particularly hard day, but itâs enough to leave you both panting between kisses.Â
Whatever the tempo may lack, you ensure itâs made up for by consistently sheathing his entire cock inside you. His tip keeps hitting your cervix at the conclusion of each stroke and feeling your pussy swallow him whole over and over is beyond divine.Â
âItâs sâgood, baby. I wonât last,â you admit.Â
âAlready?â Jungkook teases before dipping down to kiss your neck and shoulder. âYou used to be able to keep up with me.âÂ
He feels your muscles tense above him and giggles in accomplishment. You may be an expert at riling him up, but he knows precisely how to push your buttons, too.Â
âIâm sorry, which one of us came barely a minute into the last blowjob they received?âÂ
With a gasp, Jungkook lifts his head again to stare at you in faux offense.
âHow dare you use that against me! You had my balls in your mouth, what did you expect to happen?âÂ
You boisterously giggle while tossing your head back.Â
âAll Iâm saying is donât dish it if you canât take it, Mr. Jeon.âÂ
âHa! Letâs see about taking it, shall we?âÂ
Without warning, Jungkook flips you onto the couch before driving his dick right back inside your cunt. A sinful squelch accompanies the sudden action, but itâs nothing in comparison to how zealously you both moan.Â
âNo fair.â Your lips form an adorable pout he has to refrain from smooching. âI wanted to keep riding you.â
âIf you can hold out a little longer, Iâll let you sit on my dick all night,â he offers. âMrs. Jeon.âÂ
You wordlessly accept his challenge by wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist so you can force him closer. It leads your lips to naturally reconnect at the same time Jungkook begins rocking into you at a steady pace.Â
Even though heâs the one who mentioned holding out, the new position is already propelling him towards the edge of ecstasy. Between your walls fluttering around him, your limbs clinging to him, and your tongue inside his mouth, heâs a goner.Â
After just a couple more minutes, both of you are breathlessly whining and digging your nails into one another's skin. Jungkookâs strokes are as deep as ever despite not being that fast and itâs clear nothing can prevent either of you from crashing headfirst into an orgasm.Â
âIâm close,â you warn him, to which he concurs with a mindless nod.Â
As a final push, Jungkook trails his hand down so he can circle your clit. Youâre already sensitive from all the friction so far and it only takes the slightest touch for you to wail and cream his cock.Â
His own release follows with a series of animalistic grunts as his seed floods your cunt and he fucks the liquid deeper inside you. You two continue to grind throughout the climaxes, causing the wet sound of Jungkook thrusting into your drenched, swollen hole to echo around the room.Â
âJae⌠baby⌠itâs too much.âÂ
He stops as soon as he hears your quiet whimper, but remains nestled between your walls while he catches his breath.Â
âAre you alright?âÂ
Jungkook rises to his elbows so he can see your face before pushing back the sweaty strands of hair stuck to your forehead. Rather than answering, you just nod and tug him down for another kiss. He smiles into the lip lock, leading you to do the same regardless of how tired you are.
After pulling out and finding a rag to wipe down you, him, and the couch, which is thankfully leather, you both get redressed in a comfortable silence. Then you return to the kitchen to check the oven while he heads upstairs to file away his work stuff.Â
When he returns to the first floor, youâre busy setting the table since the food only has a few minutes left to cook.Â
âYou know, I had the strangest dream last night,â you announce after placing the final fork.Â
âHmm? What about?â
âSo, you know the bench right across from Kookieâs headstone?â Of course, he does, itâs one of the reasons they chose the location. He, you, and his parents all agreed and the four of you usually visit the cemetery together about once a month. âI was sitting there with him just like I have in some of my other dreams. We were talking about the bakery, how Jennieâs doing, etc. But when I said, âI love and miss you, Jungkook,â this confused expression crossed his face and he told me, âIâm not Jungkook.ââÂ
The actual Jungkook, the one standing a couple feet away from you, chokes on the grape he just nabbed from the fruit bowl in the kitchen. Never in a million years did he expect his twin to start sending you subliminal messages in your sleep.Â
âThatâs so weird,â he mumbles while attempting to chew properly.Â
âRight? I mean, why would he say that? I get itâs a dream and all, but itâs just so bizarre.âÂ
He begins racking his brain for a reasonable explanation, even though he knows you wonât actually figure him out based on a dream alone.Â
âMaybe he meant he isnât Jungkook to you. Because you always call him Kookie,â he poses.Â
A metaphorical lightbulb seems to flicker on above your head.Â
âOh, I didnât think of that.âÂ
Jungkook shrugs as though it was obvious and he didnât just pull it out of thin freaking air.Â
The timer for the oven saves him from the conversation as he joins you in the kitchen to help plate everything. Following dinner, despite him promising you full access to his lap for the remainder of the evening, your period makes that impossible.Â
So, you two cuddle in bed together and watch a couple movies before eventually falling asleep in each otherâs arms.Â
In the morning, Jungkookâs surprised to find you still asleep beside him. You usually wake up hours ahead of him to prepare the dayâs bakery menu.Â
âSweetheart?âÂ
He rounds the mattress so he can sit on the edge near you, where he begins softly combing your hair back.
âHi,â you croak.Â
Your eyes gradually blink open as a weak smile appears.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âMy cramps came for blood this morning. Pun unintended.â
âHave you taken anything?â You nod while resting your hand atop the one still parsing through your hair. âShould I bring you to the hospital?â
âNo, baby. I already called my doctor to book an appointment for Friday.â
âBut itâs only Wednesday,â he argues.Â
The small grin on your lips grows until he can see your teeth.Â
âIâll be fine. Maddie assured me her and Jennie have everything handled, so I can just rest until Iâm feeling better.âÂ
Jungkookâs hesitant to let you wait two more days, but heâs also aware youâve suffered through enough periods over the years to trust your own intuition.Â
âAlright, but Iâm staying, too.â
You shake your head.
âThat's not necessary. My mom will come over if I get worse. Sheâs driving me on Friday, anyway.âÂ
âY/N, Iâm not leaving you like this.âÂ
âYou are. Youâre going to go to work and Iâm going to lay here and do absolutely nothing. I assure you, youâll be far more useful at the office.âÂ
His head tilts in determination, but your eyes burn with resilience just the same. Itâs clear any form of persuasion will fail, so albeit reluctantly, he starts getting ready for work after placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.Â
But he does make you promise to call him if you feel worse, even if your mom comes to keep you company.Â
It takes an exuberant amount of effort to coerce him into finally walking out the door and leaving you home alone. Especially when all he wants is to dive back into bed and hold you close until the sun goes down. Alas, he still has other responsibilities to uphold.Â
Youâre feeling a little better by the time he arrives home that evening, with your symptoms continuing to lessen throughout the day on Thursday and again on Friday morning.Â
Nevertheless, Jungkook asks you to call after your appointment and you assure him you will before kissing him goodbye. You wave him off as he strolls towards the car and even though you do it whenever youâre home during his departure, it never fails to make his heart skip a beat.Â
âI love you, handsome!âÂ
An involuntary blush stains his neck, cheeks, and ears.Â
âI love you more, beautiful!â
The simple exchange sets his entire day up for success, and he finds himself practically skipping around the office until it hits five. But rather than heading straight home, he stops at the florist to pick up your arrangement.Â
He has another quick chat with the owner before paying for the bouquet and telling her heâll see her next week. The sweet, floral aroma fills the car as he drives home and it feels fitting for the spectacular mood heâs in.Â
You never called him after seeing your doctor earlier, but heâs choosing to assume no news is good news.Â
Upon arriving home, he locks the front door and kicks off his shoes before strolling into the house with the large bouquet in his right hand. He finds you on the couch with a novel perched between your fingers, so instead of possibly disturbing you mid-sentence, Jungkook kisses the top of your head.
âHi, baby,â he whispers.Â
A second after he goes off to find a vase for your flowers, he hears you set the book on the coffee table and stand up. Heâs busy placing the arrangement in water, but can tell youâre now a couple feet away on the edge of the dining room.Â
âJungkook,â you flatly call.
âWhat about him?âÂ
He moves the vase to the center of the table before smiling to himself for a job well done. It looks just as beautiful as he remembers it being when Jaehyun was alive.Â
âJungkook.â
His brow scrunches as he turns towards you.Â
âWhy are you just repeating my brotherâs name?â
When he finally faces you, he notices your demeanorâs completely different from this morning. Your face is cold and blank with your arms defensively crossed over your chest.Â
âIâm not.â A heavy silence stretches like elastic between you. âIâm talking to you.â
The rubber band cracks like a whip and damn near knocks Jungkook off his feet, but he hides the reaction by shaking his head.Â
âIâm not sure what you mean,â he claims.
A dry laugh shatters the stillness in the air.Â
âOf course, you donât.âÂ
Your behaviorâs making his head spin and his stomach curdle, so he naturally steps closer to you.Â
âBaby, what ââ
âDonât fucking call me that,â you snap.
Jungkook immediately raises his hands in surrender.Â
âY/N, I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
Another eerily silence floods the room as he waits with his breath trapped inside his lungs. Then you clear your throat while standing taller in preparation to speak again.
âAs you know, I went to the doctor earlier today.â He nods, but intense confusion is still etched into his features. âAnd it turns out I wasnât on my period this week, I was having a miscarriage.âÂ
His heart sinks straight through the floor and buries itself in the earth below. Heâs never once considered being a father; not when he was always resigned to loving you without ever being with you. But now youâre telling him you were pregnant, past tense, and the thought makes him ache done to his very bones.
âWhat?â
You completely ignore him. Your stern expression doesnât even slightly waver despite the sadness in his voice.
âBut see, that doesn't make any sense, because I have to be pregnant first in order to miscarry. And considering my husband canât have kids, that should be impossible,â you calmly explain. âThat only leaves two options.â In contrast to the unspeakable tension of the conversation, you wiggle two fingers in the air. âEither I cheated, which I know I didnât, orâŚâ You slowly inhale as a scalding fire blazes alive in your irises. âThe person I had sex with isnât my husband.â
The world feels like itâs crumbling into ash all around him. This canât be happening; there canât possibly be something so unavoidable in his path. Not when heâs spent the better part of a year successfully hiding the truth from you.Â
Could Jaehyun really not have kids? His brother never mentioned fertility issues, either on his or your behalf. Jungkook always assumed you two were simply waiting to have kids.Â
Even though this obstacle is astronomically larger than the previous ones, he knows he can overcome it. He has to, for you.Â
âThose are not the only logical explanations,â he counters, keeping both his voice and body relaxed so you donât suspect him any more than you already do.
âNo? Please, enlighten me.âÂ
Jungkook feigns confidence on the outside while reaching into the very depths of his mind for an answer.
âWell, the doctors couldâve been wrong.âÂ
Your eyebrows rise.
âAbout what? Me having a miscarriage?â
âOr me not being able to have kids.â
âOh, please, they were not wrong,â you retort. âIf you were actually the person there during the diagnosis, you would know that.â
His head feels like it weighs two tons and itâs difficult to even think straight when his anxiety sounds like blaring sirens.Â
âMiracles happen everyday, Y/N.â
âMiracles? Thatâs what youâre going with?âÂ
He groans and runs his fingers through his hair.
âWhat else do you want me to say, sweetheart? Because your theory sounds fucking insane!âÂ
âNo, it doesnât!â You shout. âAnd Jaehyun would never say something like that to me!â
âI am Jaehyun!â Jungkook yells right back.
âLike hell, you are!â You take two large strides towards him before recoiling, like you forgot you donât want to be that close to him. Then all at once, the anger seeps from your face and your shoulders slump. Tears collect along your waterline as your lip begins to quiver. âKookie, please⌠please donât lie to me anymore. I donât think my heart can take it.â
Hearing his nickname fall from your lips in such a somber, defeated tone yanks him into reality. The reason he did this in the first place is because of you. To keep you happy and save you from experiencing the same grief he had to endure. But now youâre standing ahead of him looking like a mere shell of yourself, and he canât convince himself this is right anymore.Â
So, he takes a deep breath and counts down from three in his head.
âYouâre right,â he confesses. âIâm not your husband.â
Your eyes widen dramatically, and Jungkook realizes you never expected him to actually admit it. That despite your determination and adamance, you wanted him to prove you wrong; to conjure up a reasonable explanation that could quell your doubts. Because if heâs not your husband, then that meansâŚ
âNo.â It starts as a quiet epiphany, but then Jungkook watches in horror as you crumble into a ball, your knees scraping against the floor while your forehead meets the wood. It almost looks like youâre praying, which you very well might be. âNo, no, no, no!â Each repetition grows louder until youâre desperately sobbing the word. Your whole body shakes from the immense force of your cries and soon enough, the short syllable turns into a gut wrenching scream. âNo, Jaehyun!â You choke on his name as though it physically hurts to say. âMy baby!â
Your shrieks are brutal and ear piercing, throwing Jungkook completely off balance. He canât think, canât breathe, and certainly canât move. Leaving him no choice but to stand there and witness the exact nightmare he was trying to prevent in the first place.Â
It honestly sounds like your vocal chords are being torn from your throat as you alternate between screaming, weeping Jaehyunâs name, and more helpless denials. Heâs never heard anything so horrible in his entire life and itâs utterly paralyzing. Everything he did was to avoid this moment, but now youâre on the ground wailing in front of him and heâs totally useless.Â
Jungkook doesnât know how much time passes, too crippled by his own mind numbing emotions and your cries of agony, but he eventually manages to kickstart his brain.Â
âY/N.â
On pure instinct, he tries to close the distance between you. Except when you register the movement, you instantly sit up and shuffle back before standing to further expand the gap.Â
âDonât you dare come near me,â you state with your arms out.Â
The defensive stance makes his heart shatter and his lungs tear.
âY/N,â he pleads.Â
âYouâre a fucking monster.â
Despite calling himself that in the past, it kills him hearing it come out of your mouth.Â
âNo.â
âHow⌠how⌠how could you?â Your frameâs still rattling from all the raw emotions as silent tears cascade down your face. âHow could you do this to me? Lie to me, manipulate me, betray me like this? You⌠you stole my grief from me!â
âY/N, please ââ
âAll this time, I shouldâve been grieving my husband. Eulogizing him, visiting his grave, remembering our time together. But instead you let me waste it all on you!â Jungkookâs never even seen you angry before, let alone like this. The fury in your eyes is borderline animalistic. âAnd for what? So you could take over his life? Were you so jealous of him you had to go this far? To steal his house, his car, his job, his fucking wife?âÂ
âNo, thatâs not why ââ
âBut it isnât just his life. You stole his death, too,â you proclaim. âJaehyun died protecting you and this is how you repay him? By claiming the act as your own?â Your rage seems to be simmering into a bleak calm, but thatâs actually scarier, because it feels like the person he knows and loves is fading away. âHe deserved to be mourned. He deserved to have a funeral, to be remembered and prayed for, to be buried under a headstone with his own goddamn name on it!â Jungkook opens his mouth to argue, but you donât let him. âBut you took all of that away from him and now IâŚâ You gasp for air as fresh tears escape your eyes. âIâll never get to say goodbye,â you declare in a fractured voice. âHeâs been all alone in that cemetery for eight months while I was busy playing house with his fucking brother.â
Your monologue not only rips his soul in half, but causes you to break down all over again. Thatâs when Jungkook realizes his face looks the same as yours; swollen eyes and cheeks stained with tears.Â
âAnd there were so many signs,â you note between sobs. âI knew you werenât Jae the second I got done hugging you at the hospital, but I needed you to be him so badly I gaslit myself into believing you were. Besides, the idea you would ever do something this horrendous was just unfathomable to me. So whenever your behavior didnât make sense or you couldnât remember something you shouldâve known, I ignored it.âÂ
He canât even begin to digest your words, no matter how much he wishes he could. His only thought is that he needs to fix this. Itâs his duty to heal your heart and save whatever may be left of your relationship.Â
âI⌠Iâm so sorry,â he whispers.Â
The despair in your eyes flickers out to make room for more wrath.Â
âYouâre sorry? Thatâs all you have to say for yourself?â
âNo, IâŚâ Jungkook inhales to gather his thoughts. âI didnât do it to steal Jaeâs life. I did it for you.â
âFor me?â
He nods.
âYes. To protect you from the truth. I didnât want you to ever have to feel what I was feeling at that moment. I couldnât let you lose Jae.â
His explanation makes you scoff.
âOh, no. You donât get to stand there and pretend youâre some selfless hero. You did this for you and you alone, Jungkook.â
âBut I didnât, Y/N. All I could think about after finding out he died was how you would react and how much pain you would be in.â
âHa! Well, look at me now!âÂ
âI know, okay?â He isnât even cognizant of his body moving towards you until you take a matching step back. It creates an even deeper wound in his chest seeing you repeatedly inch away from him. âI know it wasnât right, but I didnât have any other choice. I never shouldâve survived that crash. Jaehyun was supposed to be the one to walk away, not me. This was all I could do to fix it.â
You disagreeably shake your head.
âYour survivorâs guilt isnât an excuse to play with everyoneâs lives like this,â you argue. âI mean, did you even think about your parents? Or Jennie?â
âNo,â he answers without hesitation. âThe only person on my mind was you. Just like always. Youâve been my first thought in the morning and my last in the evening for fifteen years.âÂ
His confession doesnât seem to register with you like he thought it would, given how your eyebrows kiss in confusion.
âWhat? Why?âÂ
âWhy?â Jungkook gawks.Â
âYes!â
He laughs to himself, although there isnât an ounce of humor present.Â
âIsnât it obvious?â When you shake your head again, he braces himself to finally admit the secret he once swore heâd take to the grave. âIâm in love with you, Y/N. Iâve loved you since the moment I stepped foot in that classroom all those years ago. And I tried to stop it, tried and tried to get over you, but it was fucking impossible.âÂ
Jungkook has no clue what to expect in terms of a reaction. Maybe shock, horror, or disgust. But he certainly doesnât think it will be absolute, unadulterated anger.
âThatâs what this is about?â You yell at the top of your lungs. âYour brother bites it and your first thought is to take what youâve always wanted?âÂ
âWhat? No!â The possibility you believe he would ever stoop so low leaves his hands shaking at his sides. âMy feelings had nothing to do with it!â
âOh, so you getting to fuck me whenever you want was just an unintended consequence?âÂ
âThatâs notâŚâ He pauses to take a deep breath, although heâs finding it hard to keep his lungs inflated. âYes, my feelings were obviously a factor, but they werenât the reason for my actions.âÂ
Itâs your turn for an empty, heartless chuckle.Â
âYou can lie to yourself all day, Jungkook. But youâre done lying to me.âÂ
When you turn to grab your coat and bag hanging near the door, he panics and rushes forward.
âWhere are you going?â
You face him again with a look of total disbelief, as though youâre shocked he thinks he has any right to ask you such a question.Â
âI donât know. I just need it to be far, far away from you.â
Thereâs a burning sensation in his chest thatâs spreading into his veins and he has to bite back the whimper clawing up his throat.Â
âNo, please. We can still fix this.âÂ
âThis? Thereâs no âthisâ to fix!â Jungkook can feel you metaphorically slipping out of his grasp when you place one hand on the doorknob. âWeâre not a couple, Jungkook. This marriage doesnât belong to you. My real husbandâs lying six feet underground and Iâve been a widow for eight fucking months without even knowing it. All because of you.â
Before he can find another avenue to stop you, the door flies open and you disappear from his sight. The loud slam when it closes makes him jump as the first sob erupts from his lungs and he slowly drops to his knees.Â
âY/N,â he weeps, despite you no longer being there. âWait.â
Jungkook buries his face in his palms as his emotions pummel into him like rampant, merciless tsunami waves. His oxygen is long gone, thereâs an incessant ringing in his ears, and his vision is shrouded in tears.Â
Your name slips in between his cries like an undertow, pulling him so deep he canât see the surface anymore.Â
He has no sense of how long he stays in the position, but his head is pounding by the time he finally glances up. Based on where the sun is outside, or lack thereof, he thinks at least an hour has passed.Â
Of course, youâre his first thought once the dust clouding his mind settles. He immediately checks your location to ensure youâre somewhere safe and finds your contact photo at the cemetery.Â
It only makes sense thatâs where you went. Who else would you run to at your darkest hour besides the man you love?Â
The real man you love.Â
No matter how well Jungkook was able to fool himself into believing what you two had these last few months was authentic, youâre right. Thereâs nothing between you and him but a paper house.
His fingers begin typing you a message before he can think twice. It isnât anything of note, just a couple sentences stating heâs going to pack and stay with his parents so you can return home without having to worry about crossing paths.Â
Shortly after hitting send, a new thought dawns on him. His parents. You finding out the truth was one thing, but he canât even imagine how hard itâll be telling them.Â
Once he throws some clothes and toiletries into a duffle bag, he trudges down the stairs to survey the first floor.Â
Jungkook doesnât know if heâll ever stand here again, not after what heâs done. It isnât just the home where you and he lived together, either, but where his beloved twin once resided. Most of his memories of the three of you from the last five years took place in this house. By now, itâs become more akin to a physical piece of his soul than a mere building.Â
The ghosts of you and Jaehyun seem to dance around the various rooms; mirages of him helping you bake in the kitchen or covering your eyes for you during a scary movie. But theyâre soon replaced by visions of you and Jungkook instead.Â
He wishes he could claim he regrets his choices, and a piece of him does, but he canât wholeheartedly say so. Not when you were content, comforted, and fulfilled while he was pretending to be your husband. No matter how decimated your relationship is now, he canât bring himself to paint your time together in a negative light.
On the drive to his parentsâ place, Jungkook pictures the worst case scenarios for their reactions in his mind, and heâs downright terrified of any one of them coming true. Because if he loses his parents as well, what would he have left in this life?Â
Even after arriving, he waits in the car for a burst of courage to propel him towards the house. The problem is this confessionâs inevitable no matter how long he lingers outside. Thereâs no unwinding this wheel; all he can do now is face the music.Â
As the front door swings open, he hears his mother humming to herself in the kitchen at the end of the hall. Itâs mundane and something he grew up listening to around the house. If itâs the last creature comfort he gets to experience at his childhood home, he supposes itâs a good one.Â
âJae? Is that you, sweetie?âÂ
Jungkook halts upon reaching the threshold of the room.
âNo,â he quietly responds.Â
She giggles, clearly assuming itâs a joke, but when she turns around to find him looking as though all the lifeâs been drained from him, her face falls.
âDarling, whatâs wrong? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
An anticipatory moment stretches for what feels like an entire eternity while Jungkook wills himself to open his mouth.Â
âIâmâŚâ His hands are shaking so violently he has to squeeze them into fists. âIâm notâŚâ
âJaehyun?âÂ
While she maneuvers through the kitchen to reach him, he fills his lungs with enough air for the weighted confession.Â
âIâm not Jaehyun.âÂ
The world freezes just like pausing a film. At least, everything except his motherâs pupils which are trembling in shock and astonishment.Â
âWhat did you just say?â
Fresh tears are already blinding him.
âIâm not Jaehyun,â he repeats as his voice breaks across his twinâs name.Â
âYouâre⌠Jungkook?â The very second he lifts his chin to nod, she gasps and throws her arms around him. His body involuntarily buckles once heâs inside her warm, familiar embrace while his hands cling to her like a life vest. âOh, my baby.â
Jungkook doesnât know if heâs ever cried this hard. Itâs as if hugging his mom reverted him to a child whoâs just fallen and scraped their knee. The overwhelming comfort of her presence unlocks all the emotional tension within him, freeing it for the first time since he woke up in that hospital room.
âIâm sorry,â he wails into her shirt.Â
âShh, shh.â She keeps kissing the side of his head and despite the affection healing something deep inside, it makes him cry even harder. âYou have nothing to apologize for.â One of her hands moves to cradle the back of his head. âIâm just so happy youâre alive. Iâve missed you so, so much.â
âBut Jae⌠Jaeâs dead. Heâs been dead all this time. He died saving me and then I fucking stole everything from him,â he explains. âI got Y/N pregnant. Thatâs how she found out the truth. Because she lost the baby, and since Jae couldnât have kidsâŚâÂ
âOh, sweetie.â
âHe never told me. Why wouldnât he tell me?â He feels like heâs speaking utter nonsense, but the words are just pouring out of him after being trapped in his chest for so long. âI hurt her, mom. Iâve loved her since we were kids, but I still lied to her and betrayed her trust in the worst way imaginable. I kept her from grieving the man sheâs loved since she was fifteen.â The longer he talks, the more his guilt bears down on him like a cage thatâs one size too small. âIâm such a monster.â
His mom delicately separates the two of them and as soon as they come face to face again, her own eyes fill with tears.Â
âNo. Youâre not even close to a monster.âÂ
âNo one else would be able to stomach doing something so awful.â
âThatâs not true,â she argues. âPeople have committed far worse crimes than trying to help the ones they love.â When his mouth opens, she lifts a finger to silence any retort. âEven if their methods were misguided.âÂ
âHe must hate me, right?âÂ
She shakes her head.Â
âNever. Jaehyun could never hate you.â
Jungkook sniffles before drying his face with his sleeve.
âI think this might be the exception,â he claims.
âNo, my darling.â Her fingers caress his cheek, right where his scars are, and he automatically leans his head on her palm. âIâm sure he isnât the happiest with you at the moment, but he also knows you better than anyone. So, I think he understands why you did it, even if he disagrees.âÂ
âMom, I fucked his wife. Repeatedly.âÂ
She chokes on a dry chuckle.Â
âI said he probably isnât happy with you, didnât I?âÂ
The sound of his motherâs laugh eases both his heart and mind, even if just a little.Â
âWhat about you? Arenât you mad at me?â
âOf course not,â she assures him. âHow can I be when I thought you were dead, and now youâre standing here in front of me?âÂ
âBecause thereâs still only one of us.â
âYes, and Iâll have to work through that on my own time. But for now I just want to cherish my baby being alive.âÂ
Jungkook canât help but smile.Â
They end up gravitating towards the couch, where he stretches across the cushions with his head in her lap like he would do as a kid. He and Jaehyun used to fight over the coveted position all the time.Â
Her fingers gently comb through his hair as she listens to him explain everything from the moment he decided to pretend to be Jaehyun, to the second you walked out the door. She doesnât give her opinion unless asked, but hums in acknowledgment every once in a while so Jungkook knows sheâs paying attention.Â
âI just donât get why Jae never told me he couldnât have kids. I mean, did he not trust me with something like that?â Jungkook muses.
âNo, sweetie, it didnât have anything to do with you,â she clarifies. âYour brother was just so ashamed when he found out. He felt like he was letting everyone down; Y/N, your dad and I, her parents. He thought it made him less of a man, no matter how much we all assured him that wasnât the case.â Jungkook gazes up at his mom as she speaks. âHe even begged Y/N to leave him so she could find someone who could give her children.â
âNo, he didnât,â he gawks.
His mom nods.Â
âAs you can imagine, she totally lost it on him. I donât think Iâve ever seen her so mad, especially at Jaehyun, of all people. Being a motherâs always been her dream, but only if Jaehyun was the father. She didnât care whether it was natural or through adoption, but the only person she ever wanted to raise a child with was him.âÂ
âHow come whatever condition prevented him from having kids doesnât affect me, too?âÂ
âItâs environmental and develops after birth, so thatâs why youâre in the clear.â He hums and turns his head back to the front so his mom can continue carding through his soft, black strands. âIn fact, when the doctor found out Jaehyun was a twin, she suggested they ask you to donate for artificial insemination.âÂ
Jungkook nearly falls off the couch when he chokes and twists his entire body around so he can face his mom.
âYouâre joking.â
She cackles.
âNo, not even a little.â Her head shakes as she recalls the whole debacle. âThe doctor told them it would be biologically the same as having their own child, since your DNA is ninety nine percent identical.â
âOh, I bet Y/N loved hearing that,â he teases.Â
âJaehyun said she almost burned the doctorâs office to the ground.â The two of them share another laugh. âYour brother actually didnât mind the idea, but like I said, biology didnât mean anything to Y/N. Only he did.âÂ
Itâs easy for anyone who knows you to understand your negative reaction. Nothing in the world mattered to you more than Jaehyun, and it only makes sense that if you couldnât have kids with him, you wouldnât want them at all.Â
The thought causes Jungkookâs heart to start aching again because on one hand, your unconditional love for his twin is the very reason he took his place, but itâs also what makes the truth so much more devastating.Â
âHe knew, you know,â his mom professes.Â
âKnew what?â
Her lips form a pout like sheâs debating whether or not to elaborate.
âThat you were in love with Y/N.â
Jungkook genuinely does flop right over the edge of the couch this time. His left side meets the ground with a thump as his mom gasps and leans forward to check on him.
âIâm okay,â he groans while sitting up.Â
âGod, you havenât changed one bit. Have you?âÂ
He smiles before standing and sitting down beside her.Â
âApparently not.âÂ
âI donât even know how you pulled it off. You two were such opposites,â she notes. âI mean, when I look back on the last eight months, it seems obvious. Even you and Y/Nâs interactions were different.â
âHow so?âÂ
She thoughtfully sways her head side to side.
âY/N and Jaehyun moved like the earth and the moon. They orbited around each other, complimented each other, and relied on each other. But you and her were more like waves crashing against a shoreline. There was a push and pull as though you took turns guiding one another. High tide and low tide.âÂ
When people claim mothers know everything, his mom proves them right by a long shot. She somehow notices every little detail no matter how small and it genuinely amazes him.Â
But he canât focus on her words of wisdom with the massive elephant still in the room.
âWait, we need to rewind,â he states.
Of course, she knows what heâs referring to, and clears her throat to explain.
âDarling, your brother knew you better than he knew himself. Just as you did with him. You really thought he couldnât tell you had feelings for Y/N?â
âYes! I mean, why didnât he ever say anything? Or throw a damn punch?âÂ
She chuckles again.Â
âLike I said, because he knew you. He was certain you would never try to steal her away regardless of your feelings. He was also sure Y/N would castrate you if you ever even attempted to.âÂ
Jungkook echoes her laughter.Â
âThatâs what you meant, then? When you said you think he understands?âÂ
âAbsolutely. He knows where your heart lies, sweetie. That you wouldnât do something like this out of malice, selfishness, or jealousy. It obviously doesnât make it right, and he might cash in that punch once you join him upstairs, but Iâm sure he doesnât see you as the monster you claim to be.â
The words permeate his mind as he ponders whether or not he can agree. On the surface, he recognizes her point, but his guiltâs still too thick to wade through.Â
âThatâs what Y/N called me,â he tells her while fiddling with his fingers in his lap. âSheâll never want to see me again.âÂ
His mom reaches out to tuck some hair behind his ear, prompting him to meet her gaze.Â
âYes, she will.âÂ
âYou didnât see her face, mom. She looked afraid of me. Or repulsed, at the very least.âÂ
She sighs and drops her hand so she can cover his own.Â
âDidnât you hear all those wonderful things she said about you a couple months ago? She loves you, Jungkook. Maybe not how you wish she would, and itâll definitely take time, but I have no doubt sheâll forgive you one day.âÂ
All Jungkook can do is hope sheâs right. Because he truly doesnât know what heâll do if he loses you forever. Until then, he just has to focus on cleaning up the mess he made.Â
Speaking of, the sound of the front door opening and his dad calling for them ends their conversation. Jungkook looks towards his mom with fear written all over his face, but she simply reassures him with a smile.Â
His dad doesnât take the news nearly as well as his mom did. Thereâs screaming, an abundance of questions, and even a door slam when his dad needs some fresh air. But once the initial shock wears off, he hugs Jungkook tighter than humanly possible while whispering how much he loves and missed him.
Now that his folks know, the next step is to tell the world. The three of them spend the evening contemplating all their options before settling on claiming it as a business move.Â
The official story printed in the press the following morning is that after finding out Jaehyun died, his dad worried people in the industry would question whether Jungkook could fill his shoes without any prior experience. So, they decided to let Jungkook prove himself under the guise of being Jaehyun for a pseudo-transition period.Â
Of course, the entire technology world goes crazy. His dad spends multiple days fighting with board members and shareholders alike over his poor decision making. But like all news, it simmers into just some strange family drama after a couple weeks.Â
Jungkook doesnât leave the house much during that time and according to his mom, who you still regularly contact, neither do you. Apparently Jennie and Maddie have been running the bakery together in your absence while you rest and grieve on your own terms. His mom also informs him you told Jennie the truth shortly after the article dropped, so sheâs the only person outside of family who knows.Â
A month goes by in the blink of an eye and unfortunately, he has to return to work next week. Despite all the rigmarole, the board eventually decided Jungkookâs leadership has been exemplary these past eight months, and he should remain in his position as CEO.Â
Given that real lifeâs about to start up again, and very soon, Jungkook swallows his nerves and ventures outside to visit the bakery. Not to see you, but to finally face his best friend for the first time since the news broke.Â
He arrives just before closing time so there wonât be any customers around. Jennie also isnât anywhere to be found, but he decides to enter the building anyway by using his spare key.
His eyes map all the different desserts and adorable decor around the room as he waits for her. Everythingâs still so you even though you probably havenât stepped foot inside the building in a month. It makes his heart throb because he just misses you so damn much, but he knows itâs his own fault you arenât here.Â
A recognizable doodle on the chalk board behind the counter is currently holding his interest, so he doesnât hear anyone approach until they clear their throat.Â
âScoutâs honor, huh?âÂ
Jennieâs voice automatically causes his head to whip in her direction. She looks exactly the same as she always does; beautiful, radiant, and headstrong.Â
Once her comment clicks in his mind, his shoulders slump forward and he sighs from deep within his chest.Â
âJen, I ââÂ
Before he can even begin his spiel, she interrupts by colliding with him in the center of the bakery. He grunts in surprise, but still naturally pulls her body closer by her waist. His other hand cups the back of her head while her arms wrap around him so tightly she almost chokes him.Â
She buries her face in his neck, but it doesnât muffle her quiet sniffles very much. The sound prompts Jungkook to return her affection by nuzzling the side of her throat.Â
âIâm so fucking happy youâre alive,â she whispers.Â
Jungkook starts beaming following a huge sigh of relief.
âMe, too.â
They simultaneously pull apart and without thinking, Jungkook wipes a stray tear away with his thumb once her face reappears in his view.
Her eyes grow wide when his finger grazes her cheek, but her expression soon relaxes into one of content. And armed with the newfound awareness of her feelings, he also realizes itâs full of love.Â
Itâs strange being here with her. Even though heâs seen her numerous times throughout the last few months, it doesnât feel like he did because he wasnât technically himself.Â
âIâm so sorry, Jen,â he tells her. âI never⌠I never meant to hurt you. Thatâs the last thing I ever want to do, but I just⌠got lost, I guess.â
âI know.â Sheâs wearing her signature smirk and Jungkook canât resist mirroring it. âYou donât have to explain yourself. I already understand.âÂ
âYou do?â
âKook, you were going through the worst possible moment of your life. You made a mistake. I mean, it was a huge one, but I canât claim I wouldnât have done the same in your position.âÂ
Although he feels an enormous amount of relief because she isnât furious with him, a part of him wishes she was.
âSure, but I still lied to your face and let you believe I was dead. Not to mention when I sat here and listened to you confess your feelings for me like it was nothing.â
She simply shrugs.Â
âYeah, that was pretty fucked up, but it wasnât a secret or anything,â she states.Â
âHuh?â
âI wouldâve told you how I felt if youâd asked.âÂ
Jungkook shakes his head to prevent any more confusion from infiltrating his mind.
âWhat are you talking about?â
Her eyes roll like itâs the most obvious answer in the world.Â
âIt wasnât a secret, Kook. Me having feelings for you changed absolutely nothing between us. The only reason IÂ never told you is because it wouldâve been pointless.â
âWhy would it have been pointless?âÂ
âUh, because youâve been head over heels in love with Y/N since forever?â
That response nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.Â
âBut you said you didnât know who I had feelings for when I asked you that night!â
She laughs while crossing her arms over her chest.Â
âOf course, I did. I wasnât going to out you to who I believed was your brother and her husband.â Jungkookâs mouth forms a little O and it causes her to laugh again. âIâm fairly certain everyone but Y/N was well aware.â
âNo shit. Mom told me even Jae knew,â he replies.
Jennie gasps.
âAre you serious?â He nods with a disbelieving chuckle. It still doesnât really compute in his brain, either. âDamn, your brother was a saint. I wouldâve kicked your fucking ass.â
âThatâs what I said!âÂ
They share in more giggles and suddenly itâs as if no time passed at all. Being around Jennie always feels like coming home, and he sincerely hopes she knows that and agrees with the sentiment.
Then again, thereâs still so much left to apologize for even baring the current situation. He honestly doesnât know where to start, but he promised himself he would try.Â
âJennie?â She raises her eyebrows to show sheâs listening. âAbout your feelings⌠Iâm sorry. I shouldâve considered how certain things might affect you, even if I didnât know you were in love with me at the time. All those late night hook ups and trauma dumps. I canât imagine what those mustâve been like for you. I used you and your body to make myself feel better and best friends should never treat each other like that.âÂ
âKook, thatâs not ââ
He stops the interruption by throwing his hand up.Â
âI know youâre going to say itâs fine, but it isnât.â Once she concedes with a short nod, he continues. âThe truth is, thereâs nothing I wouldnât do to make myself love you back. Youâre fucking perfect, Jen. But even if I could force myself to reciprocate, it wouldnât be fair to you. My feelings for Y/N are unalterable and no matter what, you would always come in second place. And you donât deserve anything even close to that. You deserve someone whoâll cherish you and worship the very ground you walk on.â He sighs. âI wish it could be me. God, you have no idea how badly I want to love you. And Iâm so fucking sorry I canât.âÂ
His best friend looks shell shocked by the time heâs done talking, but she immediately returns the favor when in lieu of a verbal response, she clutches his head with both hands. Before Jungkook can register the sudden movement, sheâs already yanking him down to her level for a kiss.Â
Itâs gentle and chaste. Neither of them even move their lips or attempt to deepen the connection. Although Jungkook does lightly cup her face and caress her cheekbones with his thumbs.Â
She pulls back first, but they both keep their eyes closed for a second longer than the kiss itself. It doesnât feel romantic, even though in any other circumstance it should. Jungkook also understands why she did it without her explaining herself.Â
It was a thank you, an I forgive you, an I missed you, an I love you, and a âyouâre my best friendâ all wrapped into one. Maybe even a farewell to the possibility of ever being more.Â
âYouâve never hurt me, Kook,â she assures him. âEvery moment weâve spent together, platonic or otherwise, Iâve utterly adored. My feelings for you are like an underwater current. They arenât something I agonize over or think about often. They just⌠exist; a part of me in the same way my love for my other friends and family is.â
He smiles after her proclamation fully sinks in.Â
âI love you, Jen. I truly donât know where Iâd be without you.âÂ
A matching grin appears on her lips.Â
âDead in a ditch. Easily.â
They both laugh again as the seriousness of the moment passes to make room for a new chapter in their friendship. One without any misunderstandings or secrets weighing either of them down.Â
Jungkook assumes those are the only amends heâll make this week, but shortly after leaving the bakery, he checks his phone and finds a text from you on his screen.Â
You want to meet at the cemetery this Saturday to talk.Â
Honestly, he can hardly believe what heâs seeing, and he even blinks a few times to check if the message will disappear. When it never does, he swiftly types an affirmative reply and hits send.Â
Visiting Jaehyun has been on his list for the last couple weeks now. He hasnât been to his brotherâs grave since everything fell apart and more importantly, he wants to see the new headstone you had installed with the proper name on it.Â
Besides redesigning the small monument, youâre also planning a very belated celebration of life on the first anniversary of his death in a couple months. It wonât ever replace losing your chance to give him a proper funeral, but itâs at least something thatâll be dedicated solely to him.Â
On the morning of your first meeting in just over a month, Jungkookâs so nervous it feels like his entire body is resting on pins and needles.Â
Heâs bracing himself for this to be goodbye. In fact, heâs half expecting you to hand him a restraining order and make him sign a visitation schedule for the cemetery so you never run into one another while spending time with the person you both loved most.Â
Except when he arrives at his twinâs grave and slowly approaches the bench youâre sitting on, he notices you appear totally relaxed. It could very well be the calm before the storm, but after you glance up and pat the empty space beside you, he stops believing it is.Â
Jungkook follows the silent instruction, but neither of you speak at first. You both simply admire the headstone across from you as the birds chirp overhead and the leaves rustle beneath your feet.Â
You quietly chuckle to yourself after a while and Jungkook finally gathers enough courage to look your way.Â
âI wonât bite, you know,â you tease.
He checks his spot on the bench and realizes heâs cartoonishly far away from you. His ass is actually only half on the seat because he felt it was necessary to leave a comfortable distance.Â
âRight,â he sighs before sliding closer. Â
âHow have you been?âÂ
The question feels so foreign compared to how you two normally communicate, but small talk is where you have to begin again if your relationship is ever going to be mended.Â
âAlright, all things considered.â You hum. âWhat about you?âÂ
Itâs a stupid thing to ask given the circumstances, but manners are manners.Â
âUh, not the best. Not the worst, either. At least, not anymore.âÂ
Jungkook nods to acknowledge your response, but every second the air is becoming thicker with tension.
âSo ââÂ
âI ââÂ
You both awkwardly chuckle while avoiding each otherâs gaze.
âYou first,â Jungkook offers.Â
âNo, I insist.âÂ
Itâs difficult deciding where to start, but then Jungkook remembers who heâs talking to. No matter whatâs happened between you two, youâre still you. He knows he can ramble or stutter for hours and youâll still understand him somehow.Â
âFirst of all, the headstone looks beautiful.âÂ
Following the compliment, you both look towards the monument just a few feet away. Itâs relatively the same as before in terms of design, except it now reads âJeon Jaehyunâ and rather than âbeloved brother, son, and friend,â it lists âbeloved husband, brother, and son.âÂ
You initially only wanted to change the final word, but his parents insisted what Jaehyun was most proud of was being married to you.Â
âThanks.â In a surprise twist, you giggle for a second and Jungkook canât help but feel his spirits lift. âThey asked if I wanted to keep the old one. And I almost said yes so I could, like, smash it with a mallet or something. But I realized that might not be very conducive to my healing.â
Jungkook genuinely cackles at your admission and as if itâs second nature, you parrot the laughter. The moment is so mundane itâs almost like nothingâs changed between you at all.Â
âDamn, I wish youâd said yes. I wouldâve loved to see that.âÂ
âOf course, you would. Youâre the only person I know whoâd find enjoyment in watching their own headstone get demolished.âÂ
âI mean, duh. Thatâs metal as fuck, Y/N.âÂ
You snicker with a familiar shake of your head.
âNext time you die, Iâll be sure to grant your wish.â
The smile on his face simply refuses to disappear. Not when you two are chatting like old times and the negative energy surrounding you is gradually fading away.Â
âWill you?â He asks, bringing the conversation back to a more serious tone. âI mean, next time I die, will you be there?â
His question makes your eyebrows pinch together.
âWhy wouldnât I be?âÂ
Jungkook shrugs.Â
âI honestly thought we were coming here to say goodbye. That youâd never want to see me again, but were at least willing to give me some closure before you leave my life for good,â he explains.Â
The words have barely left his mouth when you begin vehemently shaking your head.
âJungkook, no,â you clarify. âNo matter what, youâre still my best friend. Thereâs no reality where I wouldn't want you in my life. Even if I still need time to forgive you and move on, Iâll never say goodbye.âÂ
He doesnât register himself crying until you shock him by reaching out to swipe at the lone tear on his cheek. Your touch causes his entire body to tense, but it has the complete opposite effect on his soul, which relaxes for the first time in a month.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/N,â he cries. âI know it isnât enough, and that itâll never be enough, but I am. Hurting you was the last thing I ever wanted. Everything I did was supposed to prevent that from happening. It may be hard to believe, and I understand if you donât, but my feelings for you had no bearing on my decision. Iâm sure it sounds confusing, but I never wanted you for myself. Yes, Iâm in love with you, and I have been for more than half of my life. But the one person I love more than you is Jaehyun, and I wouldâve never dared to take something so precious away from him. Especially when you made one another so fucking happy.â He pauses in case you want to interject, but you just gesture for him to continue. âIf I had wanted that, I wouldnât have taken his place after he died. I wouldâve just comforted you in your grief in order to get closer to you. Me pretending to be Jae was so you two could stay together, not so I could have you. And I know that doesnât make any sense and itâs so fucking twisted, but itâs the truth.â You encourage him with a nod when he checks in with you again, prompting Jungkook to take a deep breath. âWhen the nurse told me Jae was dead, all I could think about was how wrong that was. Not only was he always my better half, but he had so many people who needed him. Then I thought about you, and how I was feeling at that moment. And Y/N, I couldnât let that happen to you. The idea of you experiencing the same devastating loss I was going through made me sick to my stomach. All I wanted, my only goal, was to shield you from that pain. In my mind, I had to keep Jae alive because heâs the one who deserved to live.â He sighs. âIâve done a lot of reflecting this past month and Iâve come to realize that, although you were on the forefront of my mind, there were also other factors involved in my decision. The truth is, Iâve always hated myself for being in love with you. I saw myself as this leech constantly feeding off you and Jaeâs relationship. I know that isnât the case, but I felt so much shame about not being able to get over you. And I loved Jaehyun so fucking much, but the problem is, I think I mightâve hated myself more than I loved him. Which led me to believe I was making the right choice in keeping him alive and letting myself die.â Finally, he twists his upper body so heâs facing you head on. âI know none of this makes it right, and that you donât owe me any forgiveness, but I needed to tell you. Again, Iâm so, so sorry. Thereâs no amount of apologies that can ever make up for what Iâve done.âÂ
Once he concludes his speech, you blow air out of your mouth and thoughtfully nod.Â
âI know,â you nonchalantly respond.Â
Jungkookâs eyebrows rise and he looks around like someone will appear out of thin air to explain.Â
âYou⌠do?â
You ever-so-slightly smile at him.
âYeah. The day I found out the truth, that the love of my life was dead, it felt like being sucked into a cyclone of vicious, excruciating emotions. I could hardly think straight. But after mulling it over these last few weeks, I understand your reasoning. I certainly donât agree, and wish more than anything that youâd never done it, but I can see why you did.âÂ
âOh.â
âAnd Iâm actually just as angry at you for a different reason than lying to me,â you confess. His eyes go wide and you know him well enough to understand it means you should explain. âI am so, so mad at you for choosing to deal with Jaehyunâs death alone. Grief is meant to be shared. The only way someone can get through something so horrible is by leaning on their community. But you decided to hold it all on your shoulders without letting anyone else help carry the weight for you. Do you know how much that breaks my fucking heart, Jungkook?â He shakes his head. âYou lost the most important person in your life and yet you stomached everything on your own so none of us had to lose him. It isnât fair. And even more than that, you gave up everything that made you special; chose to live as someone else for the rest of your life if I hadnât found out. That isnât okay. Yes, Jae had people who loved him, who relied on him, but so did you.â You rest your hand over his own and Jungkookâs eyes flicker down to ensure he isnât imagining it. âIf Iâd known you were the one who survived that day, I wouldâve run to you just the same. And I wouldâve been okay because I still had you. Minus any romance, we wouldâve gotten through it together exactly like we did when I believed you were him.â When you squeeze his hand, he flips his palm up to reciprocate. âIâve never once compared you and Jae. Obviously, losing my husband is an entirely different level of grief, but it isnât necessarily worse. You both held the same weight in the world and left a hole in my heart when I believed you were gone. Just like how platonic and romantic love are two versions of one emotion, but despite being so different, can share the same intensity.âÂ
It takes him a second to process your monologue and he knows itâll be even longer before he can internalize it. His self-loathing runs deep, and itâs only gotten worse after all this, so any positive feelings directed towards him are met with a hard line of defense.Â
âIt was an easy choice to make when I thought it would make you happy,â he counters.Â
âThere canât be real happiness without truth.âÂ
Jungkook nods.
âYouâre right.âÂ
You release his hand and turn back towards the headstone with an almost peaceful expression, and Jungkook finally understands. Knowing where the person you love actually is, even if itâs far away from you, is better than blind ignorance. Any happiness you mightâve felt while he was pretending to be Jaehyun is hollow in comparison. Â
âJaeâs death wasnât wrong, either.âÂ
His eyebrows instantly meet in the middle of his forehead. Of everything he claimed, he didnât expect that to be what you disagree with.Â
âHuh?â
âHe died saving your life, Jungkook. How can that be wrong?â Heâs never considered viewing it in that light before. âIn a split second decision, his gut instinct was to protect you. And I know if your car had been traveling in the opposite direction, you wouldâve done the same.â Jungkook fervently nods. âNo matter how unfair it is or how much I wish it never happened, you shouldnât take that away from him by belittling yourself. His death meant something and I know without a shadow of doubt that he doesnât regret it. Not even a little bit.â
âEh,â he objects. âConsidering I proceeded to sleep with his wife countless times, he might regret not using me as a shield instead.âÂ
His familiar humor elicits another giggle out of you.Â
âOkay. Fair.âÂ
Once a comfortable silence begins to stretch across the cemetery, Jungkook clears his throat so he can change the subject.
âSo, where do we go from here?âÂ
The question makes you purse your lips, but it also seems like you might already know the answer.Â
âThis is the hard part,â you state.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
You start stamping your toes on the ground and rhythmically tapping your thighs. Any sign of nervousness is out of character for you, but Jungkook just waits for your explanation rather than probing.Â
âAlright. After âyouâ died, I automatically expected Jaehyun to be different. Grief that insurmountable is bound to change someone. Which is why I never questioned all the discrepancies I kept noticing while you were pretending to be him. I simply came to terms with the fact that my marriage was never going to be the same.â Jungkook has no idea where your train of thought is going, but he still listens intently. âBecause of that, throughout our time together, I felt like I was falling in love with Jae all over again. And even though âheâ was different, I welcomed it with open arms. Iâve loved every version of him since we were teenagers, and this was just another iteration.â As you talk, the wheels inside his brain twist and turn until the purpose of your speech finally clicks into place. âBut since you werenât actually Jae, that means the newfound love I feel doesnât belong to him. It belongs to you.â
If his heart could physically leap out of his chest and start doing cartwheels, it would. Jungkook genuinely canât believe what heâs hearing. Here he thought this would be the end of your relationship forever, but youâre speaking as if it might be the opposite.Â
âYou⌠I mean, youâŚâ
âI donât know,â you admit. âThe problem is, this love is shrouded in well over a decade of feelings for Jae, so theyâre too intertwined and convoluted to properly distinguish what I feel for him and what I feel for you.â He isnât even breathing while he listens to you, but rather holding in his air supply until you allow him to exhale by clarifying. âBut Iâd like to try. Not now or even soon, because I still have to forgive you and we still need to rebuild what we lost, but eventually, I think we should give it a shot.âÂ
Itâs as though the heavens have opened up overhead and the angels themselves are singing a song of celebration. He actually worries he didnât hear you correctly because his headâs so high up in the clouds.
âYouâre serious?â
âI have one condition, though.â
âName it,â he blurts out.Â
You side-eye the instantaneous response before chuckling under your breath.
âWe have to start from scratch. Thereâs too much history and baggage between us thatâll only weigh us down. When the time comes, I want to go on a first date like weâre total strangers. Ask one another stupid questions about our favorite colors and what we do for a living. Back to square one.â
Jungkook wouldnât be able to stop himself from beaming if he tried. Because youâre posing the idea as if itâs a bad thing, but he canât think of anything better than relearning everything he already adores about you.Â
âDeal. Iâll even repeatedly pronounce your name wrong so it feels authentic.â Your bright laugh echoes through the air and fills his heart with song. âY/N, Iâve loved you for so long. Iâll be happy with whatever you give me, even if itâs just an annual call on my birthday and a Christmas card.â
âI want more than that, Jungkook. Even if a romantic relationship between us fails, I never want to lose you.â Like itâs muscle memory at this point, you lift your hand to comb back his hair. âI love you. Iâm not entirely sure to what degree just yet, but I do know thatâll never change.â
He cups your hand and presses them both to his cheek.
âDitto.â
A massive smile might honestly be a permanent feature of his after this and itâs still present when he turns his head to kiss your palm.Â
âSo, I have this theory,â you proclaim.
âOh, yeah?âÂ
You reclaim your hand before fiddling with your fingers in your lap.
âItâs kinda bizarre, but itâs helped me make sense of all my emotions.â Jungkook nods for you to continue. âOkay. It starts with the multiverse. You with me?â He nods again, albeit more tentatively. âNow, letâs assume in all the other universes, you and I, or Jae and I, are soulmates. As in, weâre always meant to find one another and be together. But what if thereâs usually only one of you, but here you happened to be split into two as twins. It would explain why you both fell for me and I ended up developing feelings for each of you. Because everywhere else your personalities and traits are combined in one person.â
Well, youâre definitely right about it being bizarre. But in some strange sense, itâs comforting to imagine. Jungkook likes the idea that you, him, and Jaehyun are fated by the universe to always intertwine in one way or another. Or that he and his twin really were one soul in two bodies as he so often described.Â
âI think itâs got some legs,â he confidently concludes.
You laugh again before another natural lull in the conversation occurs. It allows for Jungkook to finally admire you up close, which is when his eyes land on something shimmering around your neck.
A gasp escapes his lips upon realizing you're still wearing the pendant he gave you. He was positive you would rip the jewelry clean off after your last interaction. Yet here it is looking just as beautiful as the day he gifted it to you.Â
âWhy didnât you take the necklace off?â He asks in awe.Â
Your fingers rise to map the familiar outline.
âI tried, believe me. Except whenever I went to undo the clasp, something inside just wouldnât let me,â you explain. âIâm obviously still very angry with you. There are even nights when I wish Iâd never met you. The sense of betrayal and violation I feel because of what you did isnât going away anytime soon. But sometimes when I remember certain moments from the last eight months, I canât help but smile.â
His heart soars all over again.
âReally?âÂ
You smirk and shrug your shoulders like itâs no big deal, but Jungkookâs still far above cloud nine. After a moment, your hand falls from your clavicle and you affectionately gaze at your wedding rings.
âYou know, Iâm thinking about wearing my wedding band on my right hand and getting the diamond from my engagement ring made into a pendant. Maybe something with a âJâ and a sapphire for your guysâ birthstone.âÂ
Jungkook can already picture it in his head. Everything looks beautiful on you, but something like that would be icing on the cake.Â
âI think thatâs a wonderful idea.â
âMe, too.âÂ
Suddenly, he remembers his own memento he got earlier this month.
âActually, I have something to show you,â he exclaims.Â
Your attention shifts to him as he rolls up his right sleeve and presents his forearm to you. You gasp at the colorful artwork on his skin while instinctively reaching out for a closer look.
âYou finally got a tattoo?âÂ
Heâs always wanted one, but when Jaehyun was alive it somehow felt wrong. For whatever reason, he hated the idea of having something that would permanently differentiate them. As though the tattoo would make them less identical or weaken their bond.Â
âFigured it was about time.â Your fingers delicately trace along the curves and sharp lines of the ink. But while youâre busy admiring his tattoo, heâs doing the same to you. âItâs a tiger lily. Jae and Iâs birth flower.â
âI remember,â you tell him. âYou drew this yourself. Didnât you?â
His eyebrows rise.
âHow did you know that?â
You shrug again after one last look at the tattoo.Â
âIâd recognize your artwork anywhere.â
Jungkook drew all the time when he was younger until he eventually opened the bar and became too busy for the hobby. Whether a hand-drawn birthday card or personalized painting, he often gifted his art to friends and family alike. Heâs always been known for his creative mind in comparison to his twin, but he had no clue you could distinguish his style from other artists.
The notion of you remembering what his brush strokes and shading looks like, even after all these years, causes his heart to beat like a jackrabbit in his chest. In fact, itâs so touching that tears begin to crowd his waterline.Â
âYou know, you make it really fucking hard not to be in love with you,â he notes.Â
That not only pulls more giggles out of you, but a pink blush stains your cheeks and neck.Â
âSorry.â Jungkook smiles while waving your apology off with one hand. âNow I want one,â you pout.
Heâs never taken you for a tattoo person, especially since youâre a self proclaimed hater of needles. Although, the devious side of his brain canât deny how alluring the thought is. Not to mention how amazing one would look on your skin.Â
âMy tattoo artist was great, I can take you to her if youâre really interested.âÂ
âYes, please,â you confirm. âBut will you draw it for me?âÂ
His hand automatically flies to his chest to point to himself.
âMe?â
âWell, duh.â
âYou want me to⌠to draw a tattoo for you?âÂ
You seem totally endeared by his surprised expression, evident by your eyes crinkling in the corners when you smile.
âOf course!â
Every time Jungkook believes he canât possibly fall for you more than he already has, you come in swinging with a steel bat straight to his heart.Â
âThis is where I came after I found out the truth,â you state, changing the subject.
âYeahâŚâ Jungkook awkwardly chuckles. âI know. I checked your location.â He put his hands out in surrender when he realizes how that might come off. âJust to make sure you were safe.â
Once he hears you softly chuckle in return, he lets his arms fall.
âI probably shouldnât have been driving, to be honest, because I could hardly see through my tears. Then I got here and immediately fell to my knees in front of the headstone,â you narrate. âI just sobbed, screamed, and apologized until I was too lightheaded to keep going.â
âApologized?â
You nod while making eye contact with him again.
âYes, because I shouldâve known. Or at the very least, been slower to accept what you were telling me.â
Jungkook isnât able to see your irises anymore when you glance down at the ground.
âDonât do that. Donât victim blame yourself,â he replies. âI lied to you for months.â
âI know. But he was my husband, Jungkook.â A heavy sigh makes your chest rise as you shake your head, seemingly at yourself. âYou didnât kiss or touch me the same. You didnât smell like him or laugh how he did. I mean, you even tasted different. But I just kept chalking everything up to grief, despite that making no fucking sense.â
âY/N, the world itself stopped making sense as soon as Jae wasnât in it.â He nudges your shoulder so you look up. âBesides, I donât think many rational people jump to someone actually being their dead twin brother when they start acting different.â
The gentle smile that appears makes him hopeful youâll stop being so hard on yourself about what he did to you.
âYou make a good point,â you concede.
Even though he would love to just talk about everything and nothing with you, thereâs one more topic he wants to cover.
âUm, do you think itâs a good idea for us to talk about the miscarriage?â He poses. âWe donât have to, I just thought Iâd offer.â
âHmm.â You momentarily mull it over. âHonestly, with so much on my mind lately I havenât had time to even think about it.âÂ
âMe, either.â
âAre you alright?âÂ
Jungkook tilts his head in confusion.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âBecuase you lost something, too.â
A hum serves as his initial response. Â
âI never really saw it like that. I mean, logically I know thatâs true, but I was so distraught about what Iâd done it almost felt like penance.âÂ
âMakes sense,â you conclude. âTruth is, my dream of having kids naturally ended as soon as we got the diagnosis. I was perfectly fine with adoption and Jae and I were actually planning on beginning the process later this year.â You shrug your shoulders and meet his eyes. âSo when I found out I was pregnant and miscarrying, it didnât really register with me.â
âYou and Jae wouldâve been amazing parents,â Jungkook wholeheartedly declares.
A huge smile forms on your lips.Â
âHopefully in another lifetime.â He agrees with a nod. âIâm actually getting my tubes tied this spring.â
âWhat?âÂ
Just last month there was a bun cooking in your oven and now youâre burning down the kitchen. He worries youâre only doing so because of him, and thatâs the last thing he wants.Â
âJae and I couldnât have kids together, so even if I do ever fall in love again, it wouldnât feel right having them with someone else.â
âAnd your doctorâs willing to do the procedure when youâre still so young?âÂ
You scoff.Â
âNo. I had to go to three different practices until one of them was touched enough by my sob story about tragically losing my husband.â You click your tongue with evident indignation. âItâs such bullshit.â
Thatâs an understatement. Jungkookâs proud of you for standing up for yourself and choosing to do what you feel is right. Itâs what you deserve after he took away all your agency.
âIt is. Iâm sorry you have to deal with that,â he tells you. âMy mom actually told me about your fertility doctorâs suggestion to ask me to donate.âÂ
The memory must still irk you because you theatrically roll your eyes.
âLet me tell you, Jungkook, I almost started throwing the clipboards in that damn office.â He laughs while a vision of you chucking office supplies around plays inside his head. âThen Jae had the audacity to ask why it was such a terrible idea!â
The mention of his twin acting so clueless brings a smile to his face.
âHe may have been the perfect husband, but he was still just a man.â You chuckle and concur with a short nod. âIâm surprised he didnât react the same way you did. I canât imagine him being comfortable with someone shooting my sperm into you given the circumstances.âÂ
A wave of confusion contorts your features.
âWhat circumstances?âÂ
âOh, my mom also told me Jae knew about my feelings for you.â
It takes a moment for his words to register, but once they do, your jaw drops open.
âAre you kidding?â
âNope! Trust me, I was just as shocked.â
You click your tongue a couple times before glancing at the headstone again.Â
âWhat the fuck, Jae,â you mutter. âAnd he never confronted you about it?â
He shakes his head.
âMom said itâs because he knew Iâd never actually try anything and even if I did, youâd kick my ass.â
His motherâs explanation produces a tandem, warm laugh from the two of you.
âHe sure was right about that.âÂ
Jungkook joins you in turning to face his twinâs grave again as you two allow the wind and rustling of leaves to fill the air instead of your voices.Â
After a little while, you lean over to rest your head on his shoulder and Jungkook naturally follows suit by mirroring the position. You both stay like that for some time and although he doesnât know exactly what youâre feeling, he believes itâs a shared emotion.
For the first time since the night of Jaehyunâs work event, the three of you are finally together again. Itâs how things should be, even if you both wish Jaehyun was physically here beside you.
âI miss him so much,â you whisper.
âYeah.â
Itâs difficult for Jungkook to respond with anything else when no words exist to truly capture what itâs like living without him.Â
âEveryday I find something new to miss about him. Like yesterday, I remembered how he would always squish my cheeks and shout âkawaiiâ whenever I did something cute.â A deep, solemn sigh makes your chest rise and fall. âI always pretended it was irritating, but I would give anything to hear him do it again. Even just one more time.â
Jungkook hums in response before an idea flickers inside his head and he sits up to face you.Â
âClose your eyes,â he instructs.
âWhy?â
You look skeptical, so he flashes an encouraging grin in your direction.Â
âJust trust me.â
Although youâre hesitant, you soon straighten your spine and shut your eyes.Â
Jungkook takes a second to survey your features without you seeing him do so. Being around you brings him more peace than anything else in the world and heâs just grateful to be sitting here in front of you.Â
He recalls almost nine months ago on the morning of the funeral when he spoke to you as himself to cheer you up. It made you feel better back then and he hopes itâll do the same today.Â
His twin used to do this to you all the time, so Jungkook remembers his exact tone of voice and mannerisms.
Following the short reverie, he inhales and gently clutches your cheeks with one hand. He ignores the questioning glance you shoot him. Although, he canât deny how cute you look with your face all scrunched up.Â
After another deep breath, he focuses on his memories of Jaehyun before wiggling your head back and forth.Â
âKawaii!â He mockingly cheers to imitate his brother. Â
You immediately beam brighter than the sun as your eyes fly open and a laugh rises from deep in your belly. Jungkook shares in your giddiness, but he also notices fresh tears falling down just above his fingertips.Â
âThat was spot on,â you assure him.Â
Before letting your face go, he wipes away the droplets on your cheeks.Â
âIt helps when you have the same voice.â Jungkook feels a sense of accomplishment when you chuckle and your smile persists. âIâll do that for you anytime you want, Y/N. Other stuff, too, if you think of it.â He lays his hand over your own where itâs resting on your thigh. âJust because Iâm not pretending to be him anymore doesnât mean I canât help keep his spirit alive.â
The grin on your lips broadens.
âI think Iâd like that.âÂ
A silent calm moves through the air and settles over the scene. Even with all the grief and pain between you, itâs clear you both agree about wanting to fix whatâs been broken.Â
Jungkook still canât really believe it. He also doesnât feel like itâs what he deserves, but he isnât going to question you. His actions already ripped away your independence and free will, whether initially good intentioned or not. So heâs ready to simply stand by your side and follow your lead.
âIâm really happy to have you back. I missed you so much when I thought you were dead.â You rest your free hand on the growing pile of appendages and squeeze, leading him to complete the stack. âMy Kookie.â
Your familiar, effervescent smile could heal even his deepest wounds all on its own. Not to mention hearing his nickname pass through your lips again after so long.Â
âI missed you, too.â He lets go of your hand so he can tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. âMy sweet Cupcake.â
By now youâre both grinning like little kids as you rest your head in his open palm.Â
You two stay in the cemetery for a little while longer; sharing memories of Jaehyun, catching up some more, and reminiscing about your lives together so far. Jungkook further explains his feelings for you by detailing how contradictory they are at times. In return, you open up about your experience while he was pretending to be your husband and how youâve been coping with the truth since.
For instance, how it would give you pause whenever heâd slip up, but you could always think of more logical reasons for his actions than him not being Jaehyun. And it was only once you were faced with the indisputable fact of a miscarriage that you couldnât deny it any longer.Â
As you said the night you found out, you needed Jaehyun to be alive, so as long as your brain could rationalize his behavior, you werenât going to question him.Â
You elaborate about how your doubts were subconscious, rather than something running through your head all the time. Jungkookâs someone you trusted, and you also had no idea he had feelings for you, so accusing him of taking your husbandâs place was the last thought on your mind.Â
In terms of afterwards, you tell him every dayâs a different story. Most are full of despair, others are confusing, but sometimes you feel at peace.Â
Jungkook actually chooses to remain even after you head home for the evening. Since the daunting conversation with you is behind him now, thereâs only one person left to apologize to.Â
A few minutes after you leave him alone on the bench, he stands to walk towards the headstone bearing his brotherâs name. He hates the sight of it, if heâs being totally honest, because it still doesnât feel right for Jaehyun to have a grave at all. But he can still admit itâs a gorgeous testament to who his twin was.Â
âHey, Jae,â he greets him while sitting cross legged on the ground in front of the monument. âIs this alright? I mean, Iâm not sitting on you. Am I? I figured this is more like when Iâd throw myself on your bed while you were studying or something.â Of course, thereâs no response, but then again he never needed one even when Jaehyun was alive. They could always communicate without words. âI, uh, donât really know how to start. Apologizing to our folks, Jennie, and even Y/N seemed fairly simply even though I was nervous as hell. But you? I think youâre the person I hurt most of all. I know that sounds terrible considering theyâre here and youâre not, but none of them died so I could live.â A couple tears roll down his cheeks, but he doesnât bother swiping them away. âY/Nâs right. You fucking gave up your life for me and just like always, I was too damn stubborn to accept it. I lost count of how many times you offered to help me over the years, in a million different ways, and I rejected you every time because of my own insecurities. I shouldâve been shouting from the rooftops about what you did for me. Telling everyone I came across how my brother chose to leave everything behind; his accomplishments, his family, the love of his life, just so Iâd survive. But instead I threw your sacrifice away like it meant nothing.â Heâs crying much harder now, leaving him no choice but to use his sleeve so he can still see. âIâm so sorry, Jaehyun. I messed up. I betrayed you. Before your wedding you made me promise to take care of Y/N if something ever happened, and I fucking failed you.â It takes Jungkook a moment to catch his breath, but then he places his hand on the tombstone, right over where the word âbrotherâ is engraved. âI swear to you Iâll uphold that promise from now on and forevermore. Iâll do it right this time; watch over her as myself instead of pretending to be something Iâm not. And we can⌠we can talk about the feelings stuff another time. Iâm actually a little peeved you kept that shit to yourself. But anyway, I know you might not be able to forgive me yet and I understand. I just hope by the time we meet again, youâll welcome me with open arms.â Jungkook stares at the lettering while blinking back more tears before his emotions propel him forward until his forehead meets the stone. âI love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.â He sighs and forces his eyes shut, trying to picture his twin sitting across from him. âIâm gonna live the best life possible, Jae. As me. For you. For both of us.âÂ
Maybe heâs crazy, or sleep deprived, but he swears he hears a faint echo of his twinâs laughter, almost like his response to Jungkookâs apology is: âOf course, I forgive you, you loveable idiot.â
He misses Jaehyun more than any words in the multitude of human languages that exist can describe. His life will always feel like something's missing, but heâs also certain there isnât a single step heâll take where his brother wonât be right beside him.Â
After that night, you and Jungkook begin to rebuild your relationship brick by brick through visits to each otherâs homes or the bakery, running errands together, and going on adventures you never have before. Including you finally teaching him how to figure skate and him taking you on your first ever motorcycle ride. You also try deep sea fishing off Jeju Island, hiking Dobongsan Mountain, and even a weekend trip to Japan.Â
Itâs all strictly platonic, but just like the last decade and a half, Jungkook doesnât mind. Heâll wait forever if thatâs what it takes, and he wonât complain even if you end up never wanting more. Simply being in your life is all he needs and without his better half, your friendship means more to him than ever before.Â
About eighteen months later, three months after the second anniversary of Jaehyunâs death, you finally ask Jungkook if heâs interested in testing more romantic waters with you. To no oneâs surprise, he enthusiastically accepts without hesitation.Â
You both agree on upholding the deal you made in the cemetery to start from scratch. Jungkook even goes the extra mile by deleting your contact from his phone. His antics send your eyes rolling back, but thereâs also an endeared grin on your lips while you re-input your number.Â
The day of your first date goes by way too fast. Jungkook swears he just woke up and yet when he checks the clock, itâs already time to get ready. Perhaps itâs because heâs more anxious about tonight than heâs ever been in his entire life.Â
Thereâs honestly no reason to be. Youâre his oldest, dearest friend and you always have fun together no matter what you choose to do. Although even that knowledge doesnât stop his fingers from shaking as he buttons up his shirt and throws on a coat.Â
His new apartment is close enough to the restaurant to walk, so he decides to let the fresh air calm his nervous system.
He arrives ten minutes before the agreed upon time, but heâs thankful because even after the brief stroll, he needs a second to slow his racing heartbeat and quiet his mind.Â
Jungkook dives face first into the menu as a distraction while he waits. Except itâs hardly any use because he ends up deciding on all his courses within the first five minutes.
His leg incessantly bounces beneath the table before he holds his knee down to stop the movement. Thatâs when he decides to pray to whoever might be listening to save him from sweating through his clothes. Â
If anyone, he believes Jaehyunâs watching over him. Sometimes heâs positive he can sense his twin beside him or hear his voice in his ear. Itâs comforting, even if it might very well be all in his head.Â
He hopes Jaehyun isnât upset with him. If heâs still pissed about what Jungkook did immediately following his death, thatâs reasonable. What he doesnât want is for his brother to be angry at him for moving on with you.Â
Jungkookâs fully aware heâll never be able to replace Jaehyun, nor would he want to. His twin wasnât just your first love, but the love of your life.
Now, that doesn't mean you and Jungkook canât live a long, happy life together full of devotion. Because if he learned anything from his mistakes, it's that love can manifest in multiple different forms, none of which are any less than another.Â
Heâs too deep in his reverie to hear the footsteps approaching his table. It takes someone rapping their knuckles against the wood and speaking to grab his attention.Â
âYou must be Jungkook.â
The familiar, yet distant phrase forces his gaze away from the menu as his head slowly lifts to reveal the person standing across from him.Â
Youâre smiling, but as soon as your eyes meet, it becomes a smirk while you playfully tilt your head to one side.Â
Perhaps it wonât make sense to anyone else, but you somehow look identical to when you two first met and entirely different. Your brilliance, charisma, and beautiful features are all the same, but itâs also clear youâre older, wiser, and more refined.
All Jungkook can think about is how lucky he is to be able to witness so many versions of you. He wishes Jaehyun had the same opportunity, but heâs certain his twin is always admiring you from above. Just as he did every day of his life here on earth.
The memory your words trigger in his brain instantly paints a huge smile on his face and elicits a warm, nostalgic chuckle as he maintains your eye contact.
Despite it feeling like almost a whole other lifetime, Jungkook knows precisely how to reply.Â
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Summary: Jungkook's been living as his twin for three months without too many hiccups or blunders, but he can't keep you waiting to be intimate again for much longer. Not to mention all the other obstacles which keep constantly appearing in his path.
Pairing:Â Jungkook x Reader, Jungkookâs Twin x Reader, (Slight) Jungkook x Jennie
Warnings: intense grief, depression, manipulation, lying, betrayal, violation, gaslighting, crying, panic attack(?), unwanted advances, unrequited love, self-hatred, yearning, depression inner-monologue, bars, drinking, jealousy, accusations, mild arguments, business jargon, technology, the corporate world đŠ, public speaking, twins, trading places, tricking people, mentions of death. SMUT: dub-con (she consents to the acts but is unaware of his real identity), kissing, shower sex, drying humping, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), missionary, vaginal sex, crying during sex đĽ˛, titty play, spitting, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, car sex, sex on a counter, dirty talk, subspace, creampie, alrighty thatâs all!
Authorâs Note: wow, you guys, I donât know how to put into words how grateful I am for all the love Iâve received for this story so far. not just the amazing reviews and comments, but the thoughtful theories and ideas in my inbox. when I wrote this story I genuinely believed no one would wanna read something so sad and it would just be for me 𫣠I truly canât thank everyone enough!! this part is WAY less dark than the first part, so hopefully itâs an easier read. also, I know what youâre all gonna say after this chapter: âhow can she not tell itâs JK?â and to that Iâll just say I promise everything will be answered in due time! I canât wait to hear everyoneâs thoughts and predictions once you finish so please let me know either by commenting or sending in an ask! love you all sooo much. I hope you enjoy this one âşď¸
->Â The Wife Trap Masterpost
Jungkookâs grown accustomed to waking up to the smell of baked goods wafting up the stairs from the kitchen. Heâs even gained the ability to distinguish the different scents depending on which recipe youâre following.Â
This morning smells like chocolate chip cookies, one of your signature recipes and his personal favorite. Although, he isnât able to tell you that since Jaehyunâs favorite was your blueberry scones.Â
Itâs been just over three months since Jungkook buried his brother, and therefore living as him, too. He has a fairly steady routine now, especially after returning to work as CEO of Jeon Industries last month.Â
Thatâs been the hardest assimilation of all because he never witnessed that side of his twinâs life. Thankfully, a common symptom of major grief and depression is memory loss. So, no one questions why he canât recall certain projects or statistics. Jaehyun was also an avid note taker, giving Jungkook a starting point to pick up where he left off without too many issues.Â
In addition, he and his family have finished handling all his belongings and significant possessions.Â
Jennie is still running Kookieâs using money from the business account. But the funds are finite and Jungkookâs been brainstorming about where to go from here. He would be more than happy to finance it using Jaehyunâs salary, but Jennie didnât sign up to be an owner and he refuses to force more responsibility on her than she might want.Â
After sorting through and cleaning out his apartment, including putting any sentimental or valuable items in storage, they placed it on the market and it sold within a couple weeks.Â
His motorcycleâs currently parked in your garage. You and him have discussed what to do a few times and it takes all of Jungkookâs willpower to pretend it wouldnât kill him to see it sold.
Living as your husband is the easiest task of all and also the only reason heâs even managing to cope with Jaehyunâs death. Youâre thoughtful, considerate, understanding, and loving twenty four freaking hours a day and heâll never be able to properly thank you for being his saving grace these last three months.Â
When he descends the stairs, he sees you lying horizontally on the couch with a new baking tips book. You clearly notice him enter the room because although your eyes donât leave the page, a small smile appears.Â
Just that hint of happiness on your face is enough to make Jungkookâs whole day, maybe even his week. His feelings for you have grown exponentially and honestly, if they got any bigger, love would start bursting right out of him.Â
As he rounds the couch, he places one knee between your legs before plucking the book from your hands and laying it flat on the coffee table so you donât lose your place.Â
âHey!â
âHey, yourself,â he drawls while one hand loops around your waist and the other finds the armrest behind you.
You squeal as Jungkook effortlessly tugs you closer until he can dip his head to kiss up the side of your throat. The air around you both floods with giggles while he paints you in saliva by trailing his lips anywhere they can reach. When heâs decidedly done, he fake growls and bites the soft spot just below your ear.
âJae!â You laugh and kick your legs that are sandwiched between his own.Â
He lifts his head up with a bright, joyous grin and then steals a quick peck from your lips.Â
âGood morning, beautiful.âÂ
âNuh uh, get back here,â you demand.Â
Your fingers clutch his shirt to pull him completely on top of you, causing Jungkook to chuckle. But he still seamlessly follows the wordless command by kissing you again. While his grip tightens until your bodies are flush, your arms circle his neck so you can sink your digits into his hair.Â
The two of you lazily make out, with little care for the pace or precision of your mouths. Your teeth clink together every so often, you both accidentally tug on the otherâs bottom lip too hard, and your tongues clash in awkward ways, but neither of you care in the slightest.Â
Jungkookâs other hand eventually traces down your curves until he reaches your hip, where he tilts your leg to hook it around him. The new angle makes you moan into his mouth and yank on his hair, a sure sign of how badly you crave him.
The problem is Jungkook canât give you what you want, or at least, he isnât ready to. For the last three months, this is as far as you two have gone sexually. Itâs the one line he hasnât been able to cross and heâs thankful youâve been so understanding. Of course, you believe it's because of grief, rather than him being unable wrap his mind around betraying his brother to that extent.
Sure, maybe itâs hypocritical when his tongueâs already down your throat and his cockâs brushing against your clit through your clothes, but it feels like an entirely different category.Â
âShit, baby,â he rasps once his mental fortitude starts to wane. The heat of the moment is burning him alive and he simply canât continue no matter how much he wants to. âIâm sorry, I ââ
âItâs okay,â you instantly reassure him.
âIt isnât, and I know that, and I promise Iâm trying, I just...â He inhales through his nose to slow his racing heartbeat. âI canât⌠yet.â
One of your hands slides down to cup his cheek.Â
âIt is okay, baby.â You smile at him before sitting up just enough to kiss the tip of his nose. âI donât mind waiting.â
âYou shouldnât have to.â
âI genuinely donât care, Jae. Weâve been having sex for a decade and a half. I think I can handle a little dry spell.â
He knows he canât keep you waiting forever and heâll eventually have to bite the bullet, but he has no clue when his guilt will allow him to do so.
âOkay,â he concedes.
âCan I ask you something, though?â After nodding his head, Jungkook moves away while guiding your upper body into a sitting position so youâre facing one another on the couch. âWhatâs holding you back? I mean, itâs not like Kookie would be upset with you for having sex so soon after his death.â
âNo, he wouldnât. It isnât that.â Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair as he conjures up an adequate reason. âI just donât think I would be able to focus enough to give you what you deserve. My mind constantly wonders between the grief, sorrow, anger, and whatever other emotions might be plaguing me that day. And if Iâm going to make love to my wife, I want it to be all Iâm thinking about.â
It isnât a complete lie. Jungkook truly canât set his mind on a single track for more than a few minutes no matter how hard he tries.Â
In response, you thoughtfully hum while nibbling on your lower lip.
âWell, what if we started small? You know, just a little handiwork here and there or some oral every once in a while. Short bursts of intimacy where you wouldnât have to focus for too long.â
Dammit, your intelligence will be the fucking death of him.Â
Although, perhaps your approach would help solve the actual issue as well. He wouldnât have to dive headfirst into the deep end and could slowly get acquainted with the notion until heâs ready.Â
âI think thatâs a great idea, sweetheart.â
âReally?âÂ
The sight of your eyes lighting up is the only push Jungkook needs. He would do anything to keep a smile on your face.Â
Thatâs the very source of his problems in the first place.Â
âAbsolutely. Maybe we can, uh, give it a shot over the next couple weeks or so.âÂ
âIâll follow your lead.â
âThank you.â Jungkook leans in for one last kiss. âI love you.â
You giggle as if he doesnât tell you at least a hundred times a day.
âI love you, too, baby.â Thereâs a brief pause before you gasp in realization and shoot up from the couch. âYou have to try the cookies!â
Jungkookâs hand is immediately commandeered when you yank him off the couch and guide him into the kitchen where two dozen chocolate chip cookies are resting on cooling racks. Beside them is a ceramic cake platter you made with a small sign labeling it âKookieâs Treats.â Itâs where you leave the six extra desserts you bake with every recipe in honor of him. The treats always go uneaten and straight into the trash once you bake something else, but the comfort it brings you is worth the waste.Â
âHavenât I already tried this recipe?âÂ
âYou tried the old one,â you explain. âThis one uses brown butter.â
âWhat makes the butter brown?âÂ
âHeating it up.â
âAh.â
With an eager grin, you delicately remove one of the cookies from the rack and pass it to him. Jungkook smiles prior to taking a liberal bite and per usual, itâs one of the best goddamn things heâs ever tasted.Â
He moans in delight and his whole face scrunches as he nods to convey its deliciousness to you. After he swallows the last crumb, he shakes his head in awe and disbelief.
âThose taste unbelievable, sweetheart.â When his eyes meet yours again, he finds you looking like a heartbroken deer in headlights and there are even unshed tears along your waterline. âWhatâs wrong?â
You sniffle and shake your head to stop the droplets from actually falling.
âNothing, itâs just⌠sometimes I swear itâs like Jungkook possesses you for a second.âÂ
Jungkookâs heart drops and almost drowns in his stomach acid.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou just made his good food face,â you state.
Shit.
He always tries his best to refrain from doing anything thatâs too him, but clearly your cookies were so good it caused him to momentarily forget his responsibilities.Â
Thankfully, the idea that he isnât Jaehyun is so ludicrous you land on spiritual possession first. Naturally.Â
âYeah,â Jungkook mumbles with his eyes tilted down. âI feel that way too sometimes.â
âItâs a good thing.â His eyebrows rise with intrigue. âMakes me miss him a little less when pieces of him come out through you.âÂ
He sighs in relief along with a sweet smile.
âMe, too.â
You end up offering Jungkook one more treat before separating the spare half dozen and storing the remainder in one of your many cookie jars.Â
Itâs Saturday so he doesn't have to run off to the office like he does during the week. Although he still has errands, including stopping by the bar to have a conversation with Jennie.Â
Heâs dreading it, if heâs being totally honest, but he also canât put it off any longer. Thereâs less than a month of money left to sustain the bar at full capacity, so itâs now or never.
The problem is sheâs his kryptonite. Not only because sheâs his best friend who knows him better than anyone with Jaehyun gone, but because sheâs his biggest sacrifice in becoming his brother.Â
Jennieâs the only person in his life who wasnât also connected to Jaehyun. So, unlike his parents, family, and other loved ones who he can still maintain a relationship with as Jaehyun, he had to let her go entirely. It kills him not being able to see her or have one of their long conversations about everything and nothing. He misses her more than he can even put into words. Which is why heâs hoping his solution for Kookieâs will lead to them building a new friendship.Â
After giving you a lengthy goodbye kiss, Jungkook tells you heâll see you later and heads to the car. Kookieâs is a bit farther from the house than his apartment was, but at least it gives him more time to rethink his plan over and over.Â
He hasnât told anyone his idea yet since without Jennieâs approval, thereâs no point. Itâs been rolling around in his head for a couple months and although he believes itâs a great idea, he might be a little biased.Â
Upon arriving at the bar, he can see Jennie inside by herself since opening isnât for another few hours. He takes a deep breath before crossing the street, but by the time he reaches the door sheâs already in the back. Rather than waiting and no doubt scaring the shit out of her when she spots him through the glass, he uses the spare key to let himself inside.Â
The bell rings overhead as he enters, so he knows itâll only be a few seconds before Jennie appears from the kitchen. He uses the time to admire the familiar decor and furniture. Nothingâs changed since he was last here, which was also the last night he ever lived as himself. Well, there is one difference: a framed picture of him hanging behind the bar. It was taken by none other than Jennie the day he bought the building. Heâs absolutely cheesing next to the sold sign with the keys dangling from his pointer finger.Â
The sound of footsteps pulls his attention away and itâs just in time to lock eyes with his former best friend.Â
Jennie stops in her tracks with possibly the widest eyes heâs ever seen on her face. He waves and chuckles in an attempt to dispel the awkward energy, but it still takes her a moment to recover.
âI, uh, Iâm sorry. I know youâre identical but I guess I just⌠forgot how much you look like him,â she explains.Â
âItâs alright. I hear it all the time.â Her eyes are watery and it shatters Jungkookâs heart. He wants to comfort her like he used to or tell a stupid joke to make her laugh, but all he can do is stand there. âHow are you?â
She humorlessly chuckles like thatâs the most ridiculous question he couldâve asked.
âOh, you know.â
Jungkook grimaces.
âYeah. I know.â
âIâm sorry. This is obviously way harder for you than it is for me and ââÂ
âNo. No it isnât,â he interrupts her. âThereâs no comparison in grief.âÂ
His assurance seems to help, even if just a little, because a faint smile forms on her lips as she nods.
âYouâre right. Sometimes it just feels like Iâm, I donât know, overreacting?â
âOverreacting?â On muscle memory alone, Jungkook steps forward before remembering he shouldnât and digging his heels into the ground. âJennie, he was your best friend.â
She clicks her tongue while her gaze drops to the floor.
âHe was more than that,â she mutters under her breath.
âSorry?â
âNothing, um, it isnât important.â Whatever melancholia was hanging over her seems to be gone once she lifts her head again and crosses her arms over her chest. âSo, whatâs up? I mean, I know you technically own the place now, but I wasnât expecting a visit.â
âOh, right.â Jungkook has to give himself a quick head shake to refocus on the task at hand. âI came to talk to you, actually.â
âAbout what?â
He gestures to the space around them.
âThe future of Kookieâs.â
They decide to sit down in a booth to chat and Jennie even pours them both a beer. Once theyâre comfortably across from each other with a couple drinks in front of them, Jungkook clears his throat.
âSo, Kook had about four months worth of savings in the business account. Obviously, itâs been three already. That means you and I have to decide where we want to go from here,â he announces.
Jennieâs brow scrunches.
âYou and I? Isnât it just up to you?â
âMaybe legally, but thatâs certainly not what he would want. And I would never ice you out like that.â Jungkook sighs as he watches the foam float at the top of his beer. âJennie, heâŚâ He inhales. âJungkook loved you.â After a moment, he realizes his statement needs clarification. âI donât mean like that, I justâŚâ His eyes flicker up to meet hers. âYou meant the world to him.â
To me.
Sharing those sentiments mightâve been a mistake because Jennie immediately tears up again and her bottom lip starts to tremble.
âI know,â she whimpers. âI just wish Iâd gotten the chance to tell him how much he meant to me.â
Itâs his turn for a confused expression.
âHe knew, Jen. I know he did.âÂ
âNo. At least, not the full extent.â Jungkookâs head tilts and heâs about to ask for more information until she continues all on her own. âI loved him so fucking much. I was in love with him. I had been for almost our entire friendship.â
The world suddenly halts like a record scratching on a turnstile. Never once in the ten years heâs known Jennie did he ever suspect her to have romantic feelings for him. He thinks through all their memories together and it makes him wanna be sick. The late nights, weekend adventures, movie marathons, and study sessions. Not to mention the handful of times Jungkook used her body as a stress release without knowing it meant something entirely different to her.Â
He wants to lay his head on the table and sob or maybe take Jennieâs hands so he can apologize for being such an ignorant asshole. Her confession kills him because he knows what unrequited love is like and to think he was putting his best friend through it is gut wrenching. If only he could just tell her heâs sorry and that if things were different, if he wasnât a degenerate in love with his brotherâs girl, he wouldâve reciprocated without a second thought.Â
The problem is he canât do any of that because he isnât Jungkook anymore. He canât even let her see the guilt flood his eyes or his face fall in despair. So, he holds everything in and clears his throat again to mask the pain.
âWhy didnât you ever tell him?â Jungkook asks.
Jennie shrugs while drying her eyes with her sleeve.
âIt wouldnât have mattered. He was already in love with someone else when we met.â
His blood runs cold.
âDid you⌠do you know who?â When she shakes her head, Jungkook hides his massive sigh of relief. âHe never mentioned anyone to me.â
âNo, he probably wouldnât have. He always kept that particular secret close to his chest,â she states before a brief awkward pause. âBut, um, back to Kookieâs?â
âRight! Right. Sorry.â Jungkook forces his emotions back into the container where they reside so he can continue the conversation. Heâll sort through them afterwards when heâs alone. âBasically, Iâm more than willing to finance the bar, but I canât commit to the time and resources needed to run it. Now, if you want to, I would be happy to do that. But I also know you never signed up to be an owner and I donât want to pressure you into staying.â He claps his hands while inhaling through his nose to prepare for the actual proposal. âSo, in case you arenât willing to run this place, I was wondering what you think about me offering it to Y/N to turn into a bakery.â
Jennieâs eyes go wide as soon as heâs done talking and Jungkookâs nerves stand at attention, but then her shocked expression gradually morphs into delight.
âJaehyun, thatâs a wonderful idea!â
âRe â really?â
She enthusiastically nods.
âItâs exactly what Kook would want.â
âYou think so?â What a stupid fucking question. Like he isnât the literal person theyâre referring to. âI wasnât sure if you would think Iâm overstepping or something.â
âNo, absolutely not. He adored Y/N. Seeing her dream finally come true wouldâve made him so fucking happy. I mean, this place was literally named after her nickname for him.â
Jungkook allows his sigh to escape this time as a smile overtakes his lips.Â
âIâm so glad you agree,â he admits. âBut are you sure youâre alright with not running the bar yourself?âÂ
âAre you kidding? All this responsibilityâs making me go prematurely grey,â she exclaims. âBut if I could ask for one favor?â He nods and gestures for her to continue. âCould you ask Y/N if sheâll need help? Just because I donât want to be in charge doesnât mean I wanna leave this place behind, you know? And I obviously know the register and how to handle customers.â
As if this conversation could get any better.Â
âAbsolutely!â In fact, he was already planning on asking if she would want that. He figures if she sticks around to manage the bakery, perhaps they can grow close again as Jaehyun and Jennie. âSheâs going to need all the help she can get since itâll be impossible to bake everything and manage the storefront.â
âHave you spoken to her about this yet?âÂ
âNo,â Jungkook answers. âI wanted to hear your opinion first.âÂ
Jennie smiles and for the first time today, it reaches her eyes the way it usually does.Â
âI really appreciate that.â
The two of them discuss logistics for a while before Jungkook eventually excuses himself so she can finish preparing for the evening. She gives him a quick goodbye hug at the door and he has to refrain from holding her too tight, like how he used to.Â
After they part, Jennie steps back and he salutes her with his two first fingers before exiting. He makes it about halfway to the crosswalk until the sound of quick footsteps coming from behind stops him and causes his eyebrows to rise.
âWait!âÂ
When he turns around, Jennieâs a couple feet away and although she didnât have to jog far to reach him, she appears winded.
âWhatâs up?â He casually questions.
Jennie takes in a massive influx of air while her hands shake at her sides.
âYouâre not Jaehyun. Are you?â
Jungkook swears all the action around him ceases like a still life photograph. How come he made it through hours of conversation without her suspecting anything only to fail at the last second? And what the hell did he do to give her that impression?
âWh⌠what?â
âYou just saluted me.â She does the action herself. âThe same way Kook did every time he left this place for the last three years.âÂ
Fuckkk.Â
Goddamn muscle memory and stupid, permanently ingrained instincts. Who knew a single instant in time could possibly unravel everything.Â
Honestly, thereâs a piece of him that wishes he could just say yes so he can have his best friend back. But even one person knowing his secret could lead to disaster.Â
So, lying through his teeth it is.
He chuckles and scoffs like her accusationâs borderline unbelievable.
âWe both do it.â Jungkook repeats the salute, but this time slightly different from how he normally moves his hand. âLearned it from our grandfather.â When Jennie still looks skeptical, he throws his arms up in surrender. âI swear, Jennie. Scoutâs honor.â
His oxygen remains trapped in his throat until her face finally relaxes and she shakes her head.
âFuck, Iâm so sorry. You probably think Iâm crazy now,â she laments.
âI donât.â She sends him a disbelieving glance. âI promise, I donât. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I canât even tell whoâs staring back at me.â
Her eyes sympathetically wilt, but Jungkook waves the emotion away with his hand. Albeit a little more awkwardly, they wish each other farewell again prior to him leaving for good.Â
Once home, he remains in the garage so he can let his mind come to terms with the events of the evening. From Jennieâs confession to her almost figuring him out; the weight of it all is too much to bear. Before he can stop himself, his head drops to the steering wheel as he begins sobbing into the leather.Â
He just wishes everything were different. In a perfect world he never wouldâve fallen for you, then he and Jennie could be together and Jaehyun might still be alive. Instead, he lives in the universe where the only way he can be with the woman he loves is by pretending to be his dead twin and leaving his best friend all alone with a broken heart.Â
As if he didnât already hate himself enough for having feelings for you. Jennie deserves so much fucking better and he wonders if sheâd be better off having never met him. At least then she would be spared from the pain sheâs going through now and endured over the last decade.Â
Jungkook has no idea how long he stays in the car bawling his eyes out, but it must be a suspicious amount of time because all of the sudden the driverâs side door flies open.Â
âJae?â When Jungkook lifts his head to face you, your eyes expand in concern and you instantly reach out to hug him. âOh, honey.âÂ
He has other plans, and as soon as youâre close enough, his arms encapsulate your waist so he can tug you right into the car with him. Your back presses on the steering wheel and causes the horn to honk while your knees land on either side of his hips. But neither of you care; too preoccupied with holding one another so close you can feel the otherâs heartbeat.Â
As your arms wind around his neck and your fingers comb through his hair, he explores the length of your back like heâs trying to remind himself youâre real.Â
âItâs okay, baby,â you whisper with your lips on the shell of his ear. âIâve got you.â His cries only grow louder at the sound of your voice, because your endless compassion makes his own sins look so much darker in comparison. âIâm right here.â
The two of you stay like that for quite some time, but you donât rush him in letting out all his emotions. When his cries do subside, you gently guide his head up until you can see his eyes.
âIâm sorry,â he croaks.Â
âWhat for?â
âI donât⌠I donât know. Manhandling you, I guess.âÂ
You smile at him with such adoration it almost halts his heart.
âYou can manhandle me anytime, any place,â you assure him.Â
A hint of a smile forms before Jungkook buries his face in your neck to inhale your familiar scent. It reminds him of everything good in the world, of everything he loves, and grounds him to reality.Â
âI love you, Y/N.â His voice is muffled by your skin, but you still hum in acknowledgment. âI love you so much I donât think my heart can carry it all.â
âMmm. Maybe I can crochet you a backpack or something to put the excess in.âÂ
Jungkook laughs and kisses your throat before gazing at you again.
âNo, I donât think thatâll work.âÂ
âNo?â
He shakes his head.
âI think I have to return it to you somehow,â he claims.
âYeah? And how do you plan to do that?âÂ
Itâs obvious youâre both on the same page, because by the time Jungkook laces his fingers through your hair to pull your face down, youâre already leaning in. Your lips meet for a messy, passionate kiss thatâs all tongue and soft moans. Itâs different from the other kisses youâve shared so far and even the air around you feels charged with a new tension.
Almost immediately, you begin rolling your hips across his lap and grinding down against the tent in his pants. It causes Jungkookâs head to spin and after the day heâs had, he doesnât have the wherewithal to stop you.Â
His arm loops around your waist to assist your movements while you rest your hands on his shoulders to give yourself more leverage. The two of you continue kissing like you need it to breathe, although youâre really just panting and whimpering into each otherâs mouths.Â
As you pick up the pace, Jungkookâs grasp on your hair turns bruising and he starts bucking his hips up to match your rhythm.Â
âJae,â you whine between smooches.Â
âBaby, IâŚâ He groans when all the sensations become both too much and yet not enough. âI donât wanna fuck you again for the first time in a car.â
âThen just let me make you feel good.â Jungkook tries to shake his head, but you stop him by caressing his jaw. âItâll help, right? With whateverâs weighing you down?â
Youâre staring at him too intensely to hide how much he wants this and despite his better judgement, he nods.
Without another word, you bend over to kiss his neck at the same time your hips regain their momentum.Â
Jungkookâs fully aware heâs going to cream his pants embarrassingly fast. Youâve been his dream girl since he was sixteen and now youâre dry humping him in a fucking Mercedes. The thing is he canât bring himself to care. Not when he needs some sort of release or his brain might genuinely explode.Â
The feeling of your lips on his throat and your cunt rubbing against his bulge is driving him insane and it takes all his willpower not to carry you inside the house so he can fuck you like you deserve. By the time heâs done with you, you wonât remember your own name let alone which twin youâre married to.Â
Alas, for now all he can do is synchronize his hips with your own so his cock catches your clit every time you press yourself into him.Â
While Jungkookâs fingertips dig into your spine and scalp because heâs trying to salvage whateverâs left of his sanity, your mouth trails up his neck until you can nibble and lick along his jawline. The wet sensation elicits a moan from deep within his chest before he uses his grip on your hair to force your lips back to his.Â
The kiss is sloppy enough to leave drool all over the bottom halves of your faces. But if anything, it just makes the moment that much hotter. Itâs so scorching even the air feels suffocating despite the door still being wide open.Â
âFuck, Iâm â Iâm close, baby,â Jungkook grunts. âBut I need you to come with me.â
You break the lip lock with a mischievous giggle.
âThen you better make me, Jeon.âÂ
Jungkook almost comes right then and there. Heâs never heard you refer to Jaehyun by their surname, but shit, if it isnât the hottest thing youâve ever uttered.Â
He manages to resist the pressure in his gut before attacking your neck with an onslaught of fiery kisses. He begins thrusting up into you as well, turning you into a whiny, wanton mess while you tug on the hair at his nape and grind down harder. Â
Itâs clear youâre nearing an orgasm when Jungkook feels your abdomen clench where your bodies are pressed together. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine having the opportunity to make you come, but if he thinks about it too much heâll finish before you do.Â
In all honesty, every muscle and vein in his body is working together to prevent him from letting go too soon. Even outside the physical friction youâre providing, just the idea of finally having you like this is enough to make him bust.Â
Not to mention youâre moaning in his ear and Jungkook swears itâs like taking a hard drug. It makes his mind feel hazy from all the lust and pure, unadulterated need. His bodyâs practically acting on its own at this point because his brain is going haywire.
âBaby, please,â you whimper with a firm yank on his hair.Â
He certainly doesnât need to be told twice, and immediately licks along the side of your throat before biting down on your earlobe.
âCome for me,â he growls.Â
You gasp and bury your face in his neck when your orgasm hits you. Then he topples right over the edge a second later, the movement of your body spasming in his lap sending straight into the depths of euphoria with a loud, enthusiastic moan.Â
The two of you carelessly grind against one another throughout your highs as the friction from your bodies prolongs the sensation.
It might very well be the nastiest thing Jungkookâs ever done, considering the humiliating amount of cum in his boxers that gets pushed around each time you hump his lap. Yet he canât get enough of you shaking above him as your own essence soaks through your underwear onto your pants.
By the time you both calm down, itâs as if your energyâs been sucked out by some mystical force.
âFuck,â you chuckle, prompting him to join you. âBeen a while, huh?â
Jungkook laughs again while lifting his head up to look at you.
âYou could definitely say that.â
Seeing your responding smile almost recoups all his lost energy in a single instant.
âYou remember the first time we did that? Back when I was still in high school?âÂ
Obviously not, but by god, does he wish he did.Â
âVividly,â he answers.
Your hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest as you lean in to give him another kiss.Â
âWe should go inside and get cleaned up. Iâll make us dinner after.â Jungkook nods. âMaybe then you can tell me why you were so upset?â
He will once he thinks of a reasonable explanation. Itâs not as though he can tell you the truth about his emotions.Â
âHow about tomorrow? I just want to enjoy my time with you tonight.â
Itâs not even remotely a lie. He craves nothing more than to take a nice, hot shower and cuddle with you on the couch.Â
âOf course,â you assure him.Â
You peel yourselves apart as deftly as possible in the cramped space of the front seat before you head upstairs to change while Jungkook hops in the shower.Â
He avoids sparing himself a glance in the mirror afterwards, for fear heâll see his brother glaring back at him in disgust. Sure, he didnât actually touch you, but that doesnât mean a line not previously crossed wasnât just obliterated beyond repair.
When the sun rises the following day, you roll straight into his arms wearing a blissful smile. Itâs easily one of the most beautiful sights Jungkookâs ever seen and it encourages him to kiss the expression right off your pretty, pink lips.
âMorning,â you whisper.
Jungkookâs too busy kissing you to reply. Heâs already got a hand in your hair and the other cradles your knee so he can hook your leg around his waist. You two often wake up like this and spend the early morning hours smooching and touching each other to your heartâs content.Â
It feels different today, on behalf of your behavior from the night before, but even after taking that leap yesterday, your Sunday morning make out doesnât lead anywhere.Â
âMorning, sweetheart,â he mumbles while traveling one peck at a time across your cheek. âSleep well?â
âMmhm.â
You giggle once Jungkook reaches your neck and begins aggressively nuzzling his face into your skin.Â
After cuddling and sharing more absentminded kisses for a while, you both leave the comfort of your bed to start the day. You naturally seize the kitchen to cook breakfast while Jungkook takes care of some chores like laundry and vacuuming.Â
Ironically, Jungkookâs a great cook because he lived alone for so long, but Jaehyun would burn water if he even attempted a single recipe. Meaning Jungkook has to let you tackle every meal alone to avoid raising suspicion. Heâs debated on asking you to âteachâ him or pretend to take cooking classes to remedy the situation.Â
Following the delicious meal, you plop on the couch together with your legs resting on Jungkookâs. His hand lazily caresses your bare thigh while your fingers fiddle with his own. Itâs soft and domestic, and he absolutely adores the small, mundane moments like this.
âAre you feeling better this morning?â You ask him.
âYeah, definitely.â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â
Jungkook inhales and nods as his eyes focus on the repetitive movement of his hand brushing against your skin.
âIt actually went great. Jennie was really excited about my idea and we worked through most of the logistics before I left,â he explains.
âSo, thenâŚâ
He grins and pinches your leg, to which you squeak and slap his bicep.
âIâm getting there, nosey!â You merely throw your hands up in surrender. âJennie told me something while I was there and it just⌠broke me, I guess.âÂ
âWhat was it?â
âShe said she was in love with Kook, and had been for almost their entire friendship. And I donât know, it just shattered my fucking heart. Because Kook never got to have what we have, but Jennie wanted him all this time. And now theyâll never get a chance.âÂ
When Jungkook glances up to see your reaction, you look like a confused puppy with your head tilted.
âWait, you didnât know Jennie was in love with Jungkook?â
His eyes go wide.Â
âYou knew?â
âWell, duh. It was obvious!âÂ
âTo whom?âÂ
You giggle and roll your eyes.Â
âOnly the women, apparently,â you comment. âYou never noticed how she looked at him? Like he was the center of her freaking universe?âÂ
âN â no.âÂ
Jennie looked at him differently? He never once registered that. Maybe because he was always too busy envying how you looked at Jaehyun.Â
The fact you realized her feelings and he didnât, despite not knowing her nearly as well, makes him want to be sick. Sheâs his best friend. He shouldâve been paying more attention.Â
âI honestly thought they were either together and for some reason Kookie didnât want to tell us or he was just extremely obtuse. Now itâs clear it was the latter.â
All of a sudden your exemplary perception skills cause his stomach to sink. Because if you noticed Jennieâs feelings for Jungkook, is it possible you also picked up on his feelings for you?Â
âShe claimed she never confessed because he was in love with someone else,â Jungkook adds. âDo you know who that mightâve been?â
âHuh?â The confusion on your face eases his mind. âKookie? In love with someone?â You shake your head. âNo. Who would that even be? He never dated anyone the entire time I knew him.â
âThatâs what I thought, too.â
âWait, doesnât that imply whoever this mystery person is didnât love him back?â
Jungkook shrugs.
âI suppose so.â
âThat makes even less sense. Jungkook was amazing and unbelievably handsome. I would know, seeing as I married someone with the same face. If he was in love with someone, I canât see how they didnât reciprocate,â you explain. âBesides, we know everyone in his life.â
The sheer irony of your logic almost makes Jungkook burst into hysterical laughter, or maybe bawl his eyes out.Â
âMaybe Jennie was wrong?â
âThat, or the person he was in love with was her and they both just danced around one another all these years.â
âThat would be⌠tragic.â
You nod in agreement.Â
âIt all is, regardless of anyoneâs feelings,â you lament with your eyes towards the ground.Â
Jungkook spots the change in your demeanor and places two fingers under your chin to gently lift your head up.
âYou know what made me feel better after I thought about it some more?â He waits for you to hum before finishing his statement. âWhether or not Kook knew, or felt the same, he was loved. By us, by Jennie, and by everyone who knew him.â
His proclamation turns your eyes into somber, sparkling oases, but thereâs also a contradictory smile on your lips.
âYouâre right.â Your hand rises to swipe at the corner of your eye so no tears actually fall. âHe was so, so fucking loved.â
After you sniffle a couple times, Jungkook moves his hand to cradle your face and run his thumb across your cheekbone.
âSpeaking of people Jungkook loved, I should probably tell you what Jennie and I talked about yesterday,â he states.
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
He clears his throat before dropping his hand and encasing one of your own. He rolls your fingers around while mentally hyping himself up, his anxiety about your reaction deterring him from speaking just yet.
âMy brother adored you more than he could ever put into words. You were never just my girlfriend or wife to him, but a best friend and confidant. And he believed in you more than anyone else in the world. It was actually one of the last things we spoke about.â He takes a deep breath in preparation for his proposal. âSo, because Jennie isnât comfortable running Kookieâs alone with my financial backing, she and I agreed what Jungkook would want is for you to turn it into your very own bakery.â
Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull, and Jungkook initially takes it as a positive sign, but then you begin vehemently shaking your head.
âNo, no, no. I couldnât. Kookieâs was his baby, I could never just⌠no. Absolutely not.â
âY/N ââ
âNo, Jae.âÂ
The next thing he knows, youâre standing up and rushing towards the kitchen.Â
âBaby, where are you going?â
âWhat if I fuck it up, huh? What if I do that and itâs a total disaster and I sully the name of Kookieâs forever?â You run your fingers through your hair with a humorless laugh. âJungkook put his everything into that place. He worked harder than anyone I know to make it what it is. Who the hell am I to step in and turn it into something else?â
He canât tell you the truth; that youâre who he loves most in the world, second only to his twin.Â
âYouâre the one person he would want to do exactly that,â Jungkook counters.
âWhy donât I just help Jennie with the bar? Then she wonât be all by herself,â you suggest.
âSweetheart, youâre a baker, not a manager.âÂ
âAnd Kookieâs is a bar, not a bakery.âÂ
Your steadfast refusals make Jungkook groan and rake his hands down his face.Â
âWhy donât you believe me when I say this is what Kook would want? Me and Jennie both think so!â
âBecause itâs one of the last things left of him in the world, Jae!â The tears from before quickly return as your voice breaks. âWe sold his apartment. His motorcycleâs under a sheet in our garage. Heâs buried six feet in the ground. But that building was his and it meant everything to him. I canât⌠I canât lose any more pieces of him.âÂ
Jungkookâs heart breaks at the sight of you crying over him yet again. Youâve been doing so well lately, but now youâre shaking and helplessly wiping away your tears.
âBaby,â he coos while closing the gap between you. âCanât you see this is how we prevent that from happening?â When you glance up, Jungkook cups your face in his hands. âJennieâs running herself ragged trying to handle everything. I canât possibly manage a massive corporation and a dive bar. But if you breathe new life into it, Kookieâs will flourish into something even more extraordinary than it already is.âÂ
âBut what if I let him down?âÂ
He reassuringly smiles and shakes his head.
âThatâs not possible. Even if it crashes and burns, Jungkook will be so fucking proud of you.â
âYeah?âÂ
The slight hint of belief in your voice brings him more joy than he can even express, but it manifests as him pressing his forehead against your own.Â
âWithout a doubt,â he whispers.Â
You reply with a watery giggle before rising to your tiptoes for a hug. Jungkook automatically reciprocates, enveloping your waist and tugging you as close as possible while your cheek falls onto his shoulder.
âThank you.â After pulling away, you trail your hands down his arms until you can slot your fingers together. âBut I want to ask your parents first. It wouldnât feel right moving forward without their permission.âÂ
ââCourse, I think theyâll appreciate that.â
Not only is Jungkook right, but his mom begins hysterically crying because sheâs so thrilled about the idea. Of course, there are still plenty of administrative details to be sorted out before moving forward. But at least everyoneâs on board now, and since Kookieâs is already registered as a food establishment, switching the business license and other legal documents should be easy.Â
Him and Jennie agree to permanently close Kookieâs bar in thirty days and from there the three of you will work on transforming it into Kookieâs bakery instead. Â
With such a big hurdle off Jungkookâs plate, he can finally focus entirely on his new role as CEO of Jeon Industries. Itâs hard to believe heâs going into his second month already. Although heâs gotten a hang of it for the most part, thereâs still plenty to learn.Â
It certainly doesnât help when everyone walks on eggshells around him because they know about the recent tragedy he experienced. He appreciates peopleâs sympathy, but itâs hard to adjust to his new career when most employees run in the opposite direction or dance around certain questions.Â
Except for one person.
For whatever reason, a young administrative assistant has gotten the bright idea that a grieving man is more prone to cheat than one who isnât.Â
She isnât his assistant, although she works on a team of direct reports, so Jungkook canât necessarily avoid her. Heâs spoken to his actual assistant about the issue, but is still hesitant to make a big fuss when he doesnât know the company culture yet. Since discussing it with Mr. Park, sheâs been kept at an arms length by only assigning her to group projects so he can avoid one-on-one interactions.Â
Itâs not like she outright flirts with him or gropes him in the employee lounge, but Jungkook knows when someoneâs eyeing him. Between bringing him coffee and purposely leaning across his desk to incessantly peering inside his office to ask if he needs anything, her crush on him is more than obvious.Â
He knows the behavior only began after he took over because he asked Mr. Park if it was normal, under the guise of not having noticed it before, and his assistant vehemently assured him it isnât. Not to mention, Jaehyun wrote detailed notes about his on and off the clock life and none of them mention her.Â
Jungkookâs yet to broach the topic with you because he doesnât want you to worry or overreact. Thereâs nothing on earth that could ever make him look at anyone but you, and heâs also hoping the situation will diffuse on its own.Â
If that were his only problem, heâd honestly have a lot less headaches. Alas, he has to pretend to know what heâs doing when heâs quite literally flying by the seat of his pants.Â
Thankfully, Mr. Park is brilliant and totally understands his situation. Albeit, he believes itâs because of grief and not Jungkookâs complete lack of knowledge about the corporate world.Â
The only silver lining is Jungkookâs a business owner himself; he knows all about profit margins, budget cuts, and enterprise risk management. The difference is Jeon Industries is a tech company, so heâs probably the least qualified person on the planet to be running the show. Hell, the computer at his apartment was still from 2009.Â
Todayâs a tough one in particular. Jungkookâs already been to three meetings and the clock hasnât even struck noon. Plus, his first quarterly board meeting is this afternoon and one of the members is his very own father. If anyoneâs going to see through him, itâll be him.Â
His dad personally trained Jaehyun to follow in his footsteps. So if Jungkook isnât the absolute pinnacle of professionalism during this meeting, it could ruin everything.Â
âMr. Park,â Jungkook calls for him with a wave about an hour before showtime.Â
His assistant saunters in with practiced elegance and it immediately lifts some weight off Jungkookâs shoulders. At least if heâs off his game today, Mr. Park can step up to the plate. Â
âMr. Jeon,â he greets him.
âAs Iâm sure you can tell, Iâm not as prepared as I normally am for this. So, if you could ensure I donât make a complete fool of myself, Iâd greatly appreciate it.â
Mr. Park smiles and bows his head.Â
âOf course. Thatâs what Iâm here for, Mr. Jeon.â Thereâs a moment of silence before he clears his throat. âActually, thereâs something Iâd like to add. If I may?â Jungkook nods. âWell, youâve been back for just over a month, and I know itâs been quite hectic following your absence. Hence why I didnât mention this before. But⌠you know you donât have to call me Mr. Park, right? At least, not when weâre in private.â
Jungkookâs eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly recovers with a head shake and soft chuckle.Â
âRight. Iâm so sorry, Jimin. I think Iâve been overcompensating so much these last few weeks that I completely forgot about our usual decorum.âÂ
Jaehyun always referred to his assistant by his surname, so Jungkook had no idea they dropped the formality when alone together.
âItâs not a problem, Jaehyun. Just figured I would let you know.âÂ
Honestly, the sound of his first name, well, not his original one, puts his mind at ease even more. Jungkook isnât used to strict corporate lingo, so this is much more comfortable and familiar in comparison.Â
He and Jimin go over the meeting agenda together so Jungkook feels as prepared as possible before the receptionist calls to inform him the board members have arrived.Â
After entering the conference room with Jimin hot on his tail, he pauses to take a few deep breaths. His eyes scan the room until he finds the only familiar face, who smiles back at him like the proudest man in the world.Â
âLong time, no see, son,â his dad greets him with a warm hug.Â
âAlways a pleasure, Mr. Jeon,â Jungkook responds through a lighthearted laugh.Â
He proceeds to shake hands with the remaining board members prior to everyone sitting around the large table.Â
The first half goes even better than expected and Jungkook believes, for maybe the first time, that he might actually pull this off. But that changes when one of the board members pipes up during a transition between topics.Â
âJaehyun, I think we should take some time to discuss your brief hiatus from the position,â they state.Â
Jungkook has to control his face, since his initial thought is how that has anything to do with the meeting.
âDiscuss what, exactly?âÂ
His eyes flash towards his father, who appears equally confused.
âWell, given the circumstances, of which deeply affected not just one, but two members of this board, I believe itâs about time we talk about business continuity.â
âBusiness continuity?âÂ
It takes a lot of freaking willpower to keep his annoyance from sneaking into the question.
âYes. It isnât exactly conducive to progress if we lose our CEO and head of the board for an extended period of time,â the man explains.Â
Jungkook slides his hands below the table before anyone sees him ball them into fists. The sheer audacity of this man to talk about his brotherâs death like itâs something impeding their business is outrageous.
âWell, chairman, I donât believe we have to worry about that considering I donât have any more twin brothers to lose,â Jungkook sneers, as professionally as he can.Â
âJaehyun ââ
âThatâs Mr. Jeon⌠to you.â That sure shuts him up and after an unbearably awkward silence, Jungkook clears his throat. âShall we proceed, gentleman?â
Everyone nods and although the room is filled with tension for the remainder of the meeting, it continues without any more hiccups.Â
Afterwards, while Jungkook mingles with other board members, he notices his dad pulling the problem child aside. He excuses himself to join them, but before heâs able to reach the two men, he sees his dad dig his pointer finger into the manâs lapel.
âIf you ever attempt to use my sonâs death as a means of furthering your own agenda again, I will see that you never work another day in this industry. Are we clear?â His father threatens.Â
âThatâs not ââ
âNo? That wasnât a soft launch for your family taking over this company if mine were suddenly incapable?â Jungkookâs dad scoffs. âI built this place from the ground up and it will remain in my name, and my name only, until the day it goes under. Iâd sooner entrust it to my brilliant daughter-in-law than the likes of you.â He takes a single, daunting step closer to the board member. âDo I make myself clear, chairman?â
âCrystal,â the man flatly replies.
He rushes past Jungkook once the conversation ends as his dad steps closer to him.
âThank you,â Jungkook says.
âNo need, son.â His dad affectionately clasps his shoulder. âYou handled it perfectly. Iâm very proud of you.â
Following a deep sigh, Jungkook smiles before they decide to divide and conquer the rest of the board members.Â
When he arrives home later that evening, youâre still at Kookieâs drawing up floor plans for the new layout with Jennie. Itâs been about two weeks since the decision, but youâve been cruising full speed ahead to transform it into your dream business.Â
Jungkook heads straight to the home office beside the master bedroom so he can finish some leftover tasks before you come home. He hates working when youâre around, since he would much rather be spending time with you. Unfortunately, he isnât even close to being done by the time he hears the door click shut.Â
âHoney?â You holler from the first floor.
You appear in the doorway of the office soon after, but Jungkook only greets you with a quick glance and a wave.Â
âSorry, baby, I was hoping to be finished already,â he explains.Â
The next thing he knows, your arms are around his neck and your headâs resting atop his. Itâs almost comical how much comfort it brings him, as though a physical weight ascends off his shoulders just because youâre near.Â
âThatâs okay.â Your hands slide down until you can grab his own and hold them to his chest. âI just hope you arenât stressing out about everything again.â
He chuckles.Â
âWhen do I not?â
Jungkook hears you softly hum in his ear before you drop his hands to turn his head towards you. Your lips immediately land on his and it sets his entire body alight. He pulls you into his lap as his fingers sink into your hair, giving him complete control over the kiss.Â
It isnât heated or rushed, and yet there's more passion behind this lip lock than some of your steamier make outs.Â
âIs there anything I can do to help?â You whisper.Â
He shakes his head.
âJust this.â
His mouth conquers yours again, causing you to whimper as his tongue traces the seam of your lips before pushing inside.Â
You two continue to kiss for some time, neither of you paying attention to the ticking clock on the wall. Not even Jungkook, who really should be considering he has so much still left to do.Â
Eventually, his looming tasks weigh down on his brain enough to pull back and rest his forehead against your own.Â
âFuck, I could do that all night long,â he tells you through a smile. âBut I gotta get this done first.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
Jungkook faces his desk again and moves the various papers around so you can see. In turn, you lay your head on his shoulder while surveying all the different files.Â
âBudget approvals, board notes, project management,â he lists. âYou know, the usual.â
âThatâs a lot, baby,â you counter.Â
âYeah, but it could be worse.â
âAre you sure you donât need something to help you destress? I mean, you could be at this all night.âÂ
âWhat do you have in mind?â He thinks itâs a completely innocuous question, but rather than responding, you slide off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. âWoah, woah, wait.â
His eyes almost bulge out of his head as he grabs your forearms to stop you.
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Youâre glancing up at him with the prettiest, shiniest eyes heâs ever seen and he swears his dickâs already rock hard just by looking at you.Â
âBaby, you⌠you donât have to do that.â
Your face of confusion tells him everything he needs to know before you even reply.
âBut I want to,â you argue. âI havenât tasted you in months. Itâs killing me, to be honest.âÂ
Jungkook damn near whines out loud. He even has to let go of your arms so you donât feel his hands shaking. Heâs dreamed of having you in this exact position for well over a decade and he knows he isnât strong enough to resist when youâre practically begging him.
This is also the moment of truth, because although heâs seen you naked plenty of times now, heâs been careful to only let you see him shirtless. Therefore, if for whatever reason he isnât an exact match to Jaehyun, shit will genuinely hit the fan.Â
âI know, but I donât know if Iâm ready to reciprocate just yet,â he claims.Â
âThatâs fine. Itâs not a tit for tat thing.â Your hands slide up his legs and Jungkook automatically shutters. âBesides, that mouth of yours is always worth the wait.â
Shit, itâs good to know his brother was a munch. Then you wonât be suspicious when Jungkook eats you out for hours on end like he plans to the first time he gets a chance.Â
The feeling of your fingers running up and down his inners thighs is like medieval torture. You look so damn pretty with those plush lips and rosy cheeks, and he doesnât know how to say no to that face. He doesnât want to say no.
Thereâs no reason to, right? For all intents and purposes, he is Jaehyun, and if this is going to last a lifetime, he has to stop being such a coward about intimacy.
He takes a deep breath while observing your seductive expression in order to memorize the sight. Itâd be a crime if he werenât able to recall exactly how you looked before he felt your lips around him for the first time.Â
âOkay.â
His approval makes your eyes flicker alive and Jungkook naturally holds his breath as your hands roam to undo his belt. He lifts his hips so you can roll his slacks down, but the sound of his belt buckle meeting the floor sets off his entire nervous system.Â
The problem is youâve been giving Jaehyun head since you were a teenager, but this is a novel experience for Jungkook and heâs terrified his reaction will give him away. Especially considering he probably wonât last more than a couple minutes, if that. Not when itâs you whoâll be sucking him off.Â
Clearly, he isnât doing very well at shielding his anxiety because you pause and glance up just before your fingers graze his bulge.
âHoney, you're shaking.â
âYe⌠yeah.â
âI donât have to do this,â you note. âItâs supposed to help you relax, not the opposite.â
Jungkook mindlessly nods while racking his brain for a reasonable response. In truth, his head feels completely empty at the moment.
âI know, baby. And I really, really want you to. I just, I donât knowâŚâÂ
âLook, just take a nice, deep breath.â You inhale so heâll follow suit. âAnd donât focus on anything but me, okay?â
Unfortunately, thatâs the problem.Â
He takes your advice in part, though, and decides to focus on the sensations instead; how your hands feel on his legs and the way your breath tickles his skin.Â
âAs if I could ever think about anything else,â he teases to lighten the mood.Â
His comment elicits a show stopping smile, but Jungkook doesnât get to witness it for long because you quickly bend over to place a kiss on his twitching cock. Even through the fabric it feels like a lightning bolt down his spine and he nearly jumps from his seat as his hands ball into fists.Â
You snicker while continuing to kiss him over his boxers. It turns Jungkook into a whiny mess, but his temperament seems to be encouraging because you lay your tongue out and glide it along the outline of his shaft.Â
âOh, fu â fuck, baby.âÂ
Jungkookâs head tips back in ecstasy, which is pretty embarrassing when you havenât even touched him yet. He could honestly come from this alone, and heâs sure you can tell. So, he implements every ounce of strength he has to keep himself in check.Â
Your mouthâs already driving him crazy, but nothing could prepare him for you hooking your fingers into his waistband and tugging his boxers to the floor.Â
He sucks in a sharp breath of anticipation as he awaits your possible negative reaction, but you simply hum and slide your hands back up his legs, allowing him to exhale in relief.Â
âGod, I missed you,â you mumble under your breath before wrapping your fingers around his cock.Â
Jungkook almost loses his goddamn marbles from that single touch alone. The sensation of your soft, delicate digits on his skin is incomprehensible and he can only imagine how amazing your mouth will feel.Â
He doesnât have to wait much longer to find out because following a couple languid strokes, you begin kissing and licking his tip.Â
You moan over the taste of his precum while circling your tongue across his head. Heâs been leaking since you two first kissed and youâre making quick work of swallowing it all.Â
Jungkook doesnât dare lift his head to watch in fear of busting right then and there. Just knowing youâre tasting him for the first time is enough to send his mind spiraling, not to mention actually feeling your tongue on his skin.Â
After some time of you slowly jacking him off and teasing his tip, you start suckling on his head with feather light pressure. Itâs worse than a death by a thousand cuts, and Jungkook whimpers as one of his hands encapsulates your own on his thigh.
âSweetheart, pl â please.â
When you giggle, the vibrations shoot down his dick and make him groan like youâve mortally wounded him.
âIf you want me to suck your dick, you gotta watch me do it,â you taunt.Â
Lord have mercy.
Jungkook obeys regardless of the danger, and of course, seeing you mere centimeters away from his cock with your hand wrapped around his base almost stops his heart.Â
âOh, my baby,â he sighs.Â
On instinct, his opposite hand rises to pet your hair and tuck some behind your ear, letting him fully admire your pretty face and swollen lips.Â
You innocently blink up at him like you arenât holding his sanity in your palm. He wishes he had a camera to capture the moment forever, but he settles on maintaining eye contact until you sever it by licking his shaft from base to tip.Â
The wet friction causes him to brutally cry out and heâs forced to squeeze his eyes shut to stay calm. You donât stop, either, despite your warning about him watching you work. Instead, you repeat the same motion over and over until his whole cock is shiny with saliva.Â
âYou taste so good, Jae.â
âFuck.â His chest is rising and falling like he just took a shot of pure adrenaline. âKeep⌠keep going. Please.â
Jungkook canât stop his thighs or hands from trembling, but he manages to open his eyes in time to witness you taking his head inside your mouth again. Unlike before, you donât spend time teasing him and immediately guide him deeper down your throat.Â
With every inch you swallow, Jungkook feels his rational slipping further away and his nonsensical noises of pleasure grow even louder. His grip on your scalp also tightens to the point your hair naturally knots around his fingers.
You hum at the sensation as your head continues to descend until your nose is buried in his pubic hair. Once there, you hold still and swallow a couple times so your throat constricts around him. Jungkook gasps and yanks on your hair in response, all while his neck cranes back yet again.Â
âShit, that feels so fucking good.â
His praises must be good motivation because before Jungkook can even wrap his mind around you actually doing this, you begin bobbing at an ambitious pace.Â
Gone is any playfulness as you hollow your cheeks and repeatedly envelope his length with expert precision. Each time you complete a lap, you make sure his entire shaft sinks down your throat. Youâre also still humming with your tongue pressed against the underside of his dick so itâs perfectly wet and sloppy.Â
Speaking of, the sound of his cock moving in and out of your mouth is obscene, especially in combination with his endless panting and moaning. But it doesnât seem to phase you in the slightest while you breathe through your nose and continue without reprieve.Â
Jungkookâs been given his fair share of blowjobs, and even without considering this is something heâs yearned for since he was a teenager, itâs easily the best one heâs ever received.Â
Not only is your mouth unbelievably warm and soft, but you know exactly how to keep your lips in a taught circle. Couple that with the tightness of your throat and friction from your tongue, and heâs already a goner.Â
This must just be the skillset one acquires after sucking the same dick for fifteen years.Â
âY/N⌠sweetheart⌠holy fucking shit.âÂ
His words may be aimless and partially slurred from how drunk he is off the euphoria youâre providing, but it spurs you on. As soon as he finishes rambling, your head speeds up and you start swirling your tongue around the ridge of his cock every time you reach his tip.Â
The new wave of effort sends Jungkook into a tailspin. Both his hands ferociously clench and his teeth grind together with a strained grunt. It feels so amazing he canât comprehend reality anymore and he knows if he glances down at you, heâll bust.Â
âGod â ah, fuck.âÂ
Heâs not even sure how long youâve been sucking him off; time seems to be simultaneously moving at light speed and standing totally still.
An intense vibration rolls down his shaft when you moan over his senseless praises. Afterwards, you slow down by using the tip of your tongue to trace his thick, pulsing veins and lap up the precum on his slit.Â
âCome for me, baby,â you beg between licks. âMake me choke.â
âOh, sweet Jesus.â
Alright. Time to hold a seance with his brother so he can explain how his sweet, lovely wife ended up with such a filthy fucking mouth.Â
Not that Jungkook minds, but his poor balls that are unbearably heavy from how badly he needs to come are demanding an answer.Â
You bring him between your lips again with a snicker, sheathing his entire cock deep inside your esophagus. When the action makes you gag and choke, Jungkook whines as his fingernails scratch your scalp. Besides the sound itself turning him on, the sensation of your throat tightening is ethereal.Â
It certainly doesnât take him long to heed your demand. Not when youâre harmoniously bobbing and sucking like your only job all these years was giving head.Â
âY/N, Iâm gonnaâŚâ The mere hint that heâs close makes you work even harder to break him off, nearly shattering his subconscious in the process. âHoly shit, baby!âÂ
He squeezes his eyes shut again while using your hair to ground himself. As if anything could possibly save him now.Â
When he comes, itâs with an exuberant, broken scream as his thighs shake and his balls pump semen into your mouth. His dick twitches erratically where itâs buried down your throat, but you stay still so you can swallow every last drop.Â
Jungkook practically wails in ecstasy while you suck and lick along his shaft until heâs completely spent. In fact, heâs so delirious by the time his orgasm ends he doesnât even register you pulling back with a wet pop.Â
âJae?â You call when he doesnât budge for a full thirty seconds.
âIâm⌠okayâŚâ
His current state causes you to giggle.
âWow, you really know how to make a girl feel like she did a good job.â
He chuckles, although itâs weak.
âIâm not even trying, sweetheart. I just canât fucking think right now.â
You rise from your knees before gently tugging his chin down so your eyes meet.Â
âThat good, huh?â Jungkook slowly nods with a glassy, faraway gleam. âIâm pleasantly surprised. Most of the time I canât make you come from oral alone.âÂ
Damn, Jae, didnât realize you had the stamina of a fucking ox.Â
Then again, maybe Jungkook would have the same ability if heâd been getting his dick sucked like that since he was sixteen. Lucky bastard.
âItâs been a while,â he defends.
âWorth the wait?â
Jungkook enthusiastically nods.
âYou have no fucking idea.â
His response produces another laugh from you as you bend down to kiss him.Â
With him obviously less stressed post-orgasm, you leave him alone with his work so you can start dinner. It takes Jungkook a few minutes to get his head back in the right place for completing all his tasks, but after another hour or so, he files the paperwork away in his briefcase.
Once his workâs done, he spends some time digesting what actually happened. He still can't quite grasp the reality of your lips wrapping around his cock or you swallowing his cum like your favorite drink. Logically, he knows you believe youâve done so countless times as his wife, but that doesnât make it any easier for him to compute.Â
He also feels a little sick to his stomach, because every time his eyes close he pictures his twin looking at him in disgust.Â
Jungkook understands how wrong this all is, but he canât bring himself to regret his decision. Not when he can see how happy you are. If he hadnât taken Jaehyunâs place, thereâs no possibility of that being true today.Â
He just has to remind himself he didnât do this to get you on your knees. He did it to protect you; to keep you from experiencing the utter torture of losing the man you love. Thatâs not to say Jungkook isnât also reaping the benefits of his choices, but whatever positive consequences there are, they arenât purposeful.
Said benefits only escalate following that evening. Not only because Jungkookâs gradually becoming more comfortable being intimate with you, but due to the increased difficulty of resisting you.
Like this morning, when he wakes up to find you in the skimpiest tank top and short-shorts known to man. At the exact moment he reaches the kitchen, you happen to bend over to pull your treats out of the oven, giving him a perfect view of the light pink, silky fabric riding up and showing off your ass.Â
Jungkook genuinely has to bite his fist to keep himself from moaning aloud, but it doesnât prevent his eyes from rolling back. If he had less moral fortitude, he would slam the oven shut and take you right here and now. Alas, he isnât an animal, no matter how much you make him feel like one sometimes.Â
âMorning, baby,â you chirp after setting the tray down and turning in his direction. âSleep well?âÂ
âMmhm,â he responds through tight lips. When your eyebrows rise in evident suspicion, he fakes a cough. âSorry, uh, youâre justâŚâ After a second, he decides to simply concede with a laugh and disbelieving head shake. âYouâre just so goddamn sexy, baby.âÂ
âOh? You donât say?â
Youâre sporting a sly smirk which tells Jungkook you were expecting that reaction and he suddenly gawks at your trickery
âWait a second. Is this little ensemble on purpose?âÂ
You shrug and giggle to yourself before turning around to place the freshly baked desserts on a cooling rack so you can move the second batch into the oven.Â
The realization youâre actually trying to seduce him almost knocks him onto his ass. For starters, itâs not even remotely necessary, but secondly, you should never feel a need to do so. Heâs supposed to be your husband, and if youâre unaware of exactly how much he craves you, then itâs his job to show you.
Hence him stepping forward so when you face him again, he can snatch your waist and effortlessly lift you onto the counter.Â
âWoah!â His actions leave you giggling with a faint pink blush on your cheeks. âWhat do you think youâre doing, Mr. Jeon?â
Jungkook snickers while kissing along your neck and exposed shoulder.
âWell, Mrs. Jeon, Iâm putting this pretty outfit of yours to good use.â
As his lips travel across your skin, his hands trail up your inner thighs so he can pry your legs apart and stand in the open space. From there, he inches his fingers upwards until he can feel the heat radiating from your core.Â
âAnd how do you plan to â mmph.â
He silences you with a searing, messy kiss; his tongue slipping inside your mouth and swirling around until you whimper.
âLike this,â he whispers against your lips.
Not even a second later, he thrusts his two middle fingers into your cunt before silencing your zealous moan with his mouth.Â
One would assume youâre who will receive the most pleasure from his behavior, but Jungkookâs moan is almost louder than yours. He canât help it when heâs finally feeling the inside of your pussy for the first time. Youâre just as warm, soft, and tight as he always imagined and the sensation of your walls clamping down on his digits is already driving him insane.Â
âFuck, sweetheart.â Jungkook begins curling his fingers so he can explore all of you, and especially find the spots that make you tick. âI almost forgot how amazing you feel.â
You hum between smooches.
âThen maybe donât wait so long next time,â you tease.
When he smirks at your remark, it momentarily severs your kiss.Â
âOh, it wonât ever happen again. I promise you.â
With that, he forces his fingers deeper inside you and starts pumping them at a rapid pace. The change in tempo makes you gasp and whine as your head drops to his shoulder. Your hands also rise from the countertop so you can hold onto his biceps for dear life.Â
Youâre not the only one slowly losing it, because Jungkook can barely think straight. Of course, he canât. Your walls are relentlessly pulsing and every inch of you feels like heaven to touch. Not to mention how reactive you are. Every time he pushes his digits in and makes a come hither motion, you moan directly into his ear.Â
If itâs this amazing with his fingers inside you, he doesnât even wanna think about how wonderful itâll feel to have your velvety cunt wrapped around his cock.Â
Jungkook isnât the type to focus on his own pleasure, so as much as he wants to stay buried in you forever, he pulls his hand back to massage your clit instead. You immediately cry out and dig your nails into his skin, the taught circles heâs drawing leaving you desperate for an anchor.Â
Youâre so wet itâs almost too easy, but he still glides his fingers through your folds every so often to gather your arousal.Â
âJa⌠Jae,â you whimper when he applies more pressure.
âThat feel good, baby?â Rather than answering, you keen. âYou like it when I stretch you apart with my fingers, huh?âÂ
âPlease.â
âPlease, what?âÂ
His opposite hand tips your chin up so he can see your eyes, which are watery from the intense pleasure heâs providing.Â
âDonât stop.âÂ
A sinister smile appears as he mocks you with a head tilt.
âWhat was that, sweetheart?â He instantly retracts his hand and you whine even louder. âTell me what you want.â
âJae ââ
âNuh uh. I didnât ask what my name was.â Jungkook squishes your cheeks to purse your lips. âTell. Me. What. You. Want.â
When he releases your face, your mouth ends up forming a natural pout. He has no idea if Jaehyun ever teased you during sex, but he loves how cute you look when you beg.Â
âPlease, baby, I want you to fuck me.â
Jungkook doesnât know if heâll ever get used to hearing such dirty words fall from your mouth.Â
âYeah? You mean like this?âÂ
Only his fingertips return to your core as he teases you by lightly tracing your slit, causing you to arch into him and whimper.
âNo.â You melodramatically shake your head. âI need more.â
âMore?â When his thumb just barely grazes your clit, your whole body lurches forward. âYouâre so sensitive, baby.â
âThatâs because I need you so fucking bad.â
It genuinely seems like youâll start crying if he continues, so as much as Jungkookâs enjoying this, he wants you to feel good more than anything else.Â
âYou need my fingers?âÂ
He thrusts his middle digits back inside while keeping his thumb on your clit to give you multiple points of friction.Â
âMmhm.â
âAnd what do you want me to do with them?â Before you can answer, he spreads them apart to stretch your hole even more. âSomething like this?â You aggressively nod and it makes Jungkook snicker in satisfaction. âAlright. Iâll take care of my pretty little wife.â
After alternating a couple times between slowly curling and scissoring again, he adds a third finger and marries the pace with his thumb.Â
Each time he pushes into you, both a wet squelch and breathy moan floods the air between your faces. Jungkook eventually kisses you so he can drink up every noise you make, but he could listen to you whimper and pant forever if you let him.
Itâs hard to focus on the dual movements of his hand and mouth, not necessarily because of the multitasking aspect, but because his brain always goes blank when he touches you.Â
He still canât get over how soft your pussy feels or how warm your mouth is against his own. Youâre a real life dream wrapped up in pretty, pink silk that he wants to shred with his bare hands. But this is enough for now; watching you writhe on the counter because of what he's doing to you.Â
Just then, the oven timer goes off and you immediately attempt to pull back.Â
âBaby,â you mumble into the kiss. âThe cookies.âÂ
âNot until you come for me,â he orders while gripping your face tighter to keep you still.Â
His fingers move with even more fervor, causing your moans to grow in volume and pitch. Youâre practically yelping into his mouth and it makes Jungkookâs head spin with desire.Â
âFuck, right there.â
âGo on, baby. Make a mess for me.â
You enthusiastically whine when your body tenses and your pussy releases all over his fingers. Itâs immaculate, to say the very least, experiencing your walls constrict before totally relaxing again. They become even more swollen and slick after, sending Jungkookâs eyes into his cranium. He honestly believes he could come just from feeling you do so.
âJae,â you cry as your entire frame shakes against him.
âI know, I know.âÂ
He continues to fuck you through the orgasm while gently nipping at your lips. His soft kisses are the complete opposite from how heâs spooning essence out of you and using it to rub your clit. Itâs the perfect dichotomy between love and lust that heâs certain is only prolonging your euphoria.
Just before pulling his hand away from your core, he lets go of your face so he can fumble around the counter for the pot holder. Once found, he uses one hand to open the oven and yank the treats out so they donât burn. He then kicks the door shut and flips the heat off in one smooth motion.
As soon as he leaves your cunt empty, you grumble in disappointment while another pout appears on your lips.Â
Jungkook giggles at the adorable sight before giving you a quick peck and lifting his hand so he can lick his digits clean. The very instant he experiences his initial taste of you, he groans so loud it vibrates his chest and his eyes close out of pure bliss.Â
âFuck,â he grunts around his fingers. âSâfucking delicious.â
He isnât even close to being done enjoying your sweetness when you tug his hand towards your own mouth and wrap your lips around his first three fingers. Jungkookâs eyes fly open because of your sudden boldness, but they quickly turn heavy as he watches you suck your cum off him.Â
âLike what you see?â You ask after releasing his digits so you can lick his palm instead.Â
âChrist, Y/N. Youâre gonna make me bust without even touching me.â
You giggle and drop his hand with a final swirl of your tongue around his thumb.Â
âWouldnât be the first time.â
Ah, so he and his twin were both entirely helpless before you.Â
Jungkook kisses you again in lieu of a response, mostly because he doesnât know another way to express how utterly obsessed with you he is. You two proceed to make out for a gluttonous amount of time; far too enamored with one another to stop despite the smell of fresh baked goods wafting in the air.Â
Eventually, you manage to separate long enough for Jungkook to help you off the counter so you can check on your creations.Â
âNot too burnt, I hope?â
âNope! All thanks to your little trick.â You wink at him before flipping over the macarons to inspect them. âLittle crispy, but nothing I canât fix. Iâm just recipe testing, anyway.â
âHowâs the menu coming along?âÂ
You rest your back against the opposite counter so youâre facing each other.
âPretty good. Iâll have all my staples down once I nail this recipe.â Without looking, you twist one arm behind you to grab a treat. âI also decided to name each one after our friends and family.â
âOh?âÂ
âTheyâre based on everyoneâs favorite recipe of mine. So Iâve got Jungkookâs chocolate chip cookies, Jaehyunâs blueberry scones, Jennieâs banana cream tarts, Y/Nâs vanilla cupcakes, my momâs dark chocolate fudge brownies, my dadâs coffee cake, your dadâs strawberry strudel, and these are your momâs red velvet macarons.âÂ
âWow, sweetheart,â Jungkook cheers. âYouâre moving right along.âÂ
âOh, yeah. This bakeryâs going to be legendary!â You toss a cookie at Jungkook this time. âAnd Iâll be taste testing so many desserts Iâll probably double in size before the new year.âÂ
He snorts.
âYeah. Sure you will, Cupcake.â Jungkook turns around to grab a drink from the fridge following his comment, so he doesnât witness all your features expanding in shock. It isnât until he faces you again that he sees your expression. âWhatâs with the face?â
âYou just called me Cupcake, Jae.â
Although Jungkookâs heart sinks into his stomach, he plays pretend by scrunching up his face.
âNo, I didnât.âÂ
âYes, you did.â
âYou probably just heard me wrong. Sweetheart sounds pretty similar.â
No, it doesnât, you flippinâ idiot.
As expected, you disagreeably shake your head.Â
âNo way. I know what I heard. Iâll never forget what that sounds like.â
Alright, onto plan B. Play dumb.Â
âWell⌠maybe I did? I donât know. I canât remember. But it must have been a Freudian slip or something.âÂ
That makes sense, right? You just mentioned the word a moment prior so it would still be fresh in his head.Â
Thankfully, you nod.
âFor sure. It just surprised me, that's all,â you explain. âI miss hearing it so much. I found this video from our vacation to the States a few years ago and you hear Kookie call me that a couple times. I watch it on bad days.â
âYou still have bad days?â You nod again, albeit much more solemnly. Itâs a silly question considering he still has them, too. Both of you probably always will, but thatâs why having one another to lean on is so important. âWill you show me?âÂ
With utmost enthusiasm, you whip out your phone and join him on the opposite side of the kitchen. You turn the device horizontally after finding the video in question, which has a little star to show itâs one of your favorites.Â
When the video initially begins, you and Jaehyun are staring into the camera while setting it up. Then his face turns towards you with a soft, adoring smile because youâre still obsessively tweaking the angle until itâs just right.Â
âWhy are we doing this again?â He asks without ever breaking his ardent gaze.
You twist your head to answer him.
âSo we can take photos together. Weâll pose in front of this and then screenshot the ones we like,â you explain.Â
Jaehyunâs mouth forms an O of realization before he steals a smooch just as Jungkook walks into frame.
âAnd what are the lovebirds up to?â He calls from the kitchen behind you and Jaehyun.
It feels weird seeing him and his brother on screen together. Sometimes he forgets there were originally two of them. He wasnât always alone. There was a time not too long ago when he was truly happy and whole.Â
âSetting up the camera,â Jaehyun answers him in the video. âAlso Y/N made pancakes, but someone slept through breakfast.â
On screen, Jungkookâs mouth drops open before he scurries over to you both.
âYouâre kidding,â he huffs. âCupcake! How could you betray me like this?â
Your eyes crinkle in the corners when you giggle at his antics and even through the phone, Jungkook can feel your joy.
âWell, I know how you love your sleep,â you defend yourself.
He scoffs and theatrically crosses his arms.Â
âYeah, well, I love you and youâre baking much more.â You send him an affectionate eye roll as Jaehyun strolls out of frame, but you can still see your interconnected hands refusing to part until the very last moment. âWill you make some for me?â
âWhat? Itâs almost lunchtime.â
âPlease, Cupcake?â Jungkookâs sporting both the biggest puppy eyes imaginable and a deep pout. âFor your favorite brother-in-law in the whole wide world?â
âYouâre my only ââ
âOop! Still your favorite.â
A good ten seconds passes with Jungkookâs past self waiting in eager anticipation for you to fold. Which you do following an adorable giggle.
âFine, fine,â you concede. âBecause youâre my favorite, I suppose I must.â
Jungkookâs bellowing, proud laugh echoes through the phone as he follows you into the kitchen right before the video ends.Â
Once the screen goes dark, a tandem sniffle breaks the silence. You and Jungkook each turn your heads and unsurprisingly, find matching bittersweet expressions that you chuckle over together.Â
âHe was such a little shit,â Jungkook states while swiping at a stray tear.Â
âYeah, but he was my little shit.â You dry your eyes as well before pocketing your phone and facing him. âNot a single day goes by that I donât think of him.â
He warmly smiles and tucks some hair behind your ear.
âMe, too.â His fingers trail down until he can cup your jaw. âYou wanna talk to him? Heâs getting antsy in here.â
Hearing you giggle at his question makes everything feel worth it. Jungkook could listen to your laugh on repeat and still never get sick of it.Â
âNo, just tell him to keep his voice down. I donât need any more surprise âCupcakesâ breaking my heart without warning.âÂ
Jungkook nods and bends down to give you a brief peck.Â
âIâll let him know,â he tells you.Â
You proceed to finish up your recipe testing while Jungkook works on the administrative paperwork involved in changing the bar into a bakery. Next month renovations begin, so you two will be a lot busier overseeing everything.
Heâs still busy at work, too. Following the board meeting, even more projects and approvals land on his desk until he's practically drowning in files. Being at home smelling whatever dessert youâre currently perfecting would be so much nicer. Alas, heâll be stuck in this stuffy office for the next thirty or so years.Â
At least thereâs good coffee in the employee lounge and he can escape his duties to pour himself a cup. Heâs only just set his Jeon Industries mug on the counter to grab a snack from the staff pile when he hears someone filling their own cup behind him.Â
His head whips around in an instant because he knows there wasnât enough left for more than one cup. Sure, he was going to start another pot after, but now heâll have to wait.Â
Except once he faces the fellow employee, he realizes itâs the last person he ever wants to encounter. The young admin assistant whoâs borderline obsessed with him is standing barely a foot away and she steps even closer to offer him the full mug.
âHere you go, Mr. Jeon,â she chirps. âI figured you could use a hand since youâre so busy all the time.âÂ
âThatâs not necessary, Mrs. Kim,â he flatly responds.
âMs.âÂ
Jungkook knows this, but he purposely uses the wrong honorific in hopes itâll pose as a reminder that he has a missus himself.
âRight.â As smoothly as possible, he side steps around her to create some distance. âI appreciate the gesture, but Iâm more than capable of pouring my own coffee.â
âOh, I know.â Unfortunately, she follows him over to the counter where heâs readying another pot. âBut you have so much on your plate already. Itâs the least any of us can do to help out.â His blood runs cold when he feels her fingers on his bicep. âEspecially considering what youâve been through.â
He shakes her hand off like it burns before sliding away towards the fridge, and luckily, she doesnât encroach this time.
âIâm doing just fine, Ms. Kim,â he declares.Â
Sheâs sporting an over exaggerated frown now and although she probably believes she looks adorable, Jungkook wants to yack.
âWell, the whole team is always available if you need anything, even just someone to listen.â
The whole team. Right.Â
âIâm very blessed to have a wife who listens to me whenever I need it.â The young womanâs face contorts with deep green envy and it actually makes him feel a little better. She could use a good knock down a couple pegs. âNow, if youâll excuse me.â
âWait, what about the coffee?âÂ
The drink still lies in her hands which are outstretched between them and Jungkookâs almost tempted to accept it so he doesnât have to wait another fifteen minutes. But he also refuses to give off the impression he enjoys her advances.
âNo need. Iâll just have Mr. Park bring me one.âÂ
With that, he bolts from the room as professionally as possible.
He breathes a sigh of relief upon removing himself from the situation. Itâs been a while since heâs had to deal with her one-on-one because of Jiminâs clever workarounds, so he isnât used to fending her off.Â
She seems to be growing bolder, and he wonders if itâs about time to tell you about the situation. It would be disastrous if something happens and then it seems as though he was hiding it from you. Â
When Jungkook arrives home for the evening, youâre in the kitchen with a romcom on in the background like usual. Itâs clear you hear him enter because you throw out a, âHi, honey!â without looking away from the dough youâre rolling.
Unfortunately for you, Jungkook refuses to be without your attention for even a single second. So, he strolls up behind you so he can engulf your waist and tug you into his chest.Â
He immediately begins peppering your neck and profile with kisses while you giggle and squeal in delight.
âBaby!âÂ
âOh, I love you so much,â he growls into your skin. âMy beautiful, beautiful wife.â
âMy hands are covered in dough, Jae,â you warn him.
Jungkook merely snickers and trails his lips back down your throat.Â
âThen cover me in it, too, while youâre at it.â He doesnât know what heâs expecting following that comment, but it isnât you spinning around in his arms to push your hands into his face. âAck!â
You cackle relentlessly as you spread the sticky ingredient all over, including getting plenty inside his mouth.Â
âYou mean like this?â
âJesus⌠baby⌠I concede! Have mercy!âÂ
Once your hands fall away, Jungkook seizes the opportunity to snatch your waist again and rub his face against your own to transfer some dough onto you. You quickly screech and shove him away, but heâs already mirroring your mischievous laughter from a moment ago.
âMeanie,â you pout while wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand.
âYou started it!â
Like the mature adult you are, you stick your tongue out at him. Yet you also hand over a rag so he can clean up his own face.Â
âDid it at least taste good?â
Jungkook snickers at your priorities.
âDelicious as ever, sweetheart,â he assures you.
A comfortable silence moves through the room after Jungkook tosses the towel beside the sink and you return to your creation.Â
Itâs honestly fantastic witnessing your magic. You always look so calm and content when youâre baking. Sometimes heâll just sit across from you on one of the bar stools with a lovesick grin on his face.Â
In fact, Jungkook gets so lost in admiring you he misses the start of your next sentence.
â⌠so we should go this weekend.âÂ
Upon realizing he zoned out, he shakes his head.Â
âSorry?âÂ
You chuckle.
âI said, with renovations starting soon we wonât have much free time, and we havenât gone ice skating yet this year. So, we should go this weekend,â you explain.Â
Ice skating, also known as your and Jaehyunâs favorite winter pastime. Youâre both excellent at the sport, since you learned as a child and proceeded to teach Jaehyun. Jungkook was offered lessons multiple times, but never accepted for fear of falling for you even more during your one-on-one time.Â
Now the decisionâs biting him in the ass because his lack of skill will instantly give him away. He could decline with the excuse of not feeling it this year, given the circumstances, but he knows youâd benefit from some normalcy. Plus, ice skating in particular always makes you happy.Â
Heâll just have to find a solution this time and then get private lessons so heâs ready for next year.Â
âSure, baby. Sounds like a plan.â
Now all thatâs left is to actually think of a plan.
By Saturday morning, he decides to fake an injury once you arrive at the ice skating rink. That way you can still partake in your favorite activity while he watches safe and sound from the sidelines.Â
His acting debut begins the moment you two kiss goodbye so you can each change into your skates in the gendered locker rooms. Jungkook waits with one skate on until he receives a text stating youâre ready. From there, he limps into the arena, aided by the disproportionate weight of the single skate.Â
When you spot him exiting the locker room, your eyes widen and you scurry over as fast as you can in skates.
âHoney! What happened?âÂ
You look so distraught over him being in pain he almost forgets the whole thing in lieu of some lame excuse for the loss of his previously honed skills.Â
âI took a tumble trying to walk and chew gum at the same time,â he jokes.Â
A half scoff, half chuckle leaves you while guiding him into a seat.
âAre you alright?â
âIt hurts, but itâs nothing some rest wonât fix. I twisted it, thatâs all.âÂ
âWell, we should go home and ââÂ
âWhat? No. You should still go out there. We came all this way, youâre already wearing your skates, and itâs your favorite sport.â He cradles your cheek with a reassuring smile. âIâm fine, baby. Iâll have just as much fun admiring you from right here.â
âJae,â you whine.
âNuh uh. Iâm not taking no for an answer.â
He kisses away your pout before you reluctantly agree and help him elevate his âbadâ leg. You attempt to stay a little longer, but he gives your ass a nice, firm spank and demands you go have fun already.Â
You do as he says, but not without teasing him about staying put on your way into the rink.Â
Jungkookâs never actually witnessed you skate, but boy, is it a sight to behold. As you are with everything, the second your blades hit the ice, you look so graceful you could be a professional. And besides your evident talent, youâre sporting the most gorgeous, joyful grin heâs seen on your face in a long time.Â
You steal his attention with an endearing wave during your first lap and he eagerly returns the gesture.Â
Thereâs nothing he cherishes more than seeing you like this, and itâs a reminder of why he chose to live out the rest of his life as his brother. To keep that beautiful smile right where it belongs.Â
After about an hour of skating in your own little world, along with multiple visits to the railing near Jungkook, you exit the ice with a winded, but content expression.
âWoo, I might be out of practice,â you claim.
âLook whoâs talking,â Jungkook counters while pointing at his ankle.
You laugh and bend down to remove your skates before offering your hands to help him stand. Heâs already taken off his singular skate, but continues the ruse by limping alongside you en route to the car.Â
âI hope you still had fun, even from the sidelines,â you tell him during your walk through the parking lot.
âOf course, I did, sweetheart. I love watching you enjoy yourself.â He disappointedly clicks his tongue. âI am sorry I wasnât out there with you, though. I know itâs our thing, but I hope you still managed to have a good time.â
Before youâre able to answer, an interruption in the form of someone calling for him ceases the conversation.Â
âMr. Jeon!âÂ
Even without turning around, Jungkook knows whoâs hollering, and his stomach sinks.Â
Your hands are currently intertwined, so when you pivot to locate the source, it forces him to follow suit even though thatâs the last thing he wants. If he were alone, he would just pretend he didnât hear anything.
âHi, Mr. Jeon,â Ms. Kim repeats once sheâs closer. âFancing meeting you here.âÂ
Jungkook chuckles awkwardly, which causes you to glance in his direction with an arched eyebrow.Â
âThat it is,â he cordially responds. âSweetheart, this is one of our admins, Mrs. Kim, and ââÂ
âOh, itâs Ms.â
The unnecessary interruption leaves Jungkook gritting his teeth as your second brow rises to meet the other.Â
âRight. Ms. Kim, this is my wife, Y/N.â
You outstretch your hand and open your mouth to greet her, but she beats you to the punch with an aggressive hand shake.Â
âItâs so lovely to meet you, Mrs. Jeon. Iâve only heard wonderful things.â
âWell, I sure hope so,â you chuckle, although itâs hollower than normal.Â
âWhat brings you two here?âÂ
He would do literally anything to end this conversation, but not if itâll make you any more suspicious.Â
âUh, itâs kind of our thing,â he answers.Â
âReally? Itâs my sister and Iâs as well. We come every year.â
âThatâs so sweet,â you interject.Â
In an act so obvious Jungkookâs eyes almost bulge from his head, she completely ignores your statement by pivoting her body so sheâs directly facing him and him alone.
âYou know, maybe we could do a work event here. You and I could teach everyone else how to skate,â she proposes.Â
If he could hop in Jaehyunâs casket six feet under at this very moment, he would. In what world does this woman believe that's an appropriate thing to suggest at all, let alone in front of his wife?
âThe company usually prioritizes events where everyone can participate without needing to be taught.âÂ
âOh, right. Well, maybe just you and I could come then. Like, while weâre on our lunch break or something.â
His brain short circuits. Because did she really just ask him out in front of his wife?
Itâs clear you also realize how blatantly audacious she is when you scoff and shake your head in disbelief.Â
âNo, I donât think so,â he firmly rejects her. âIâve only got one skating partner, Ms. Kim, and sheâs right here.â
Jungkook throws his arm around you, but he feels you shy away from the touch. It sets his nerves on fire and he looks down to check your reaction, but all he finds is a blank, annoyed expression.
âOf course, so silly of me to even ask,â she rambles in embarrassment. âWell, uh, it was nice seeing you, Mr. Jeon, and nice meeting you, Mrs. Jeon.â
âOh, Iâm sure,â you reply through a clenched jaw.Â
Following an irritatingly cheerful wave, she leaves you two alone to enter the arena.Â
The very second sheâs out of sight, you turn on your heel and stomp towards the car. At which point Jungkook scrambles after you so he can remedy the situation.Â
âBaby ââÂ
âWhat the fuck was that, Jaehyun?â
Jungkook blinks a couple times in shock.
âOkay, woah. No need to use the government name.â
âThis isnât funny,â you sneer.
âSweetheart, sheâs just some young, dumb admin assistant with a crush on me. Itâs not a big deal. Especially when I think I make it very clear Iâm not interested,â he explains.
âWait.â You throw your hands up while your brain decodes his words. âThat sounds like youâve dealt with her before.â When Jungkook doesnât deny the claim, your jaw drops. âIâm sorry, are you telling me this wasnât the first time?â
He has to be extremely careful moving forward. Heâs never been in a relationship, so this is technically his first real fight.Â
âYes, but nothing to this extent.â You immediately open your mouth to respond, but he stops you with his hand. âListen, all she ever does is bring me coffee and spark up surface level conversations, but I already spoke to Jimin. He keeps her far, far away from me most of the time so we only interact in group settings.âÂ
 You scoff and cross your arms.
âOh, so youâve got some pretty young thing hand-delivering you coffee now?âÂ
Jungkook gawks at the accusation.
âI never accept it!âÂ
âBut it happens enough that you had to talk to Jimin about it? I mean, why does she even still work for you?âÂ
âBecause she may be annoying and naive, but I donât want her to lose her job. I mean, who knows what her situation is like,â he tells you his reasoning. âSheâs harmless, Y/N.â
A head shake is your initial reply.
âNo. That was not harmless, it was infuriating.âÂ
âThat was out of the norm, alright?âÂ
âI donât care, Jae!â Heâs hopeful youâll present an actual resolution, but you just question him again. âHow long has this been going on, anyway?âÂ
He gnaws on his lower lip, but not because the answer is bad, itâs just painful.
âSince Jungkook died.â Just like his own, your face falls a little. âI think she has this strange idea that a grieving man is more likely to cheat than one who isnât.â
âIs he?âÂ
His train of thought comes to a steaming halt as his eyes widen and a deep frown overtakes his face.
âHow can you ask me that?â Not only does your question sting, but he feels offended on behalf of his twin. Because the idea of Jaehyun, who loved you more than life itself, ever cheating, is downright preposterous. âIâve been in love with you since I was sixteen, and you think thereâs even a chance I would stray for some little corporate girl who uses wedding rings like dating apps?â
When you simply shrug, it breaks his heart.
âIt would explain why we havenât had sex in months. They always say if your man isnât sleeping with you, itâs because heâs getting it from somewhere else,â you accuse him.
He canât even begin to comprehend you reaching that conclusion. Isnât his utter devotion to you as transparent as the sky? Then again, itâs his own fault for not being able to meet your needs and therefore making you think he doesnât want you.
âIs that really what you believe?â You shrug again. âY/N, you know why weâve been slow to start again after everything. I explained why Iâm not ready and I thought you understood. Iâm trying, baby. I swear, I am, but I just canât yet.â
The sincerity in his tone in combination with his somber, guilty expression causes your anger to completely melt away.Â
âOh, baby, Iâm so sorry.â Hope soars in his chest when you step closer until youâre only inches apart. âYouâre right, that wasnât fair.â Your hand rises to comb the front pieces of his hair back. âI trust you, okay? I think that little altercation just got the better of me.â
Jungkook sighs in relief while cupping your face in both hands.Â
âIâm sorry, too. I shouldâve told you what was happening, but I didnât want to stress you out when youâre working so hard on the bakery,â he claims. âYou must know by now Iâve only had eyes for one woman my entire life. And no one could ever pull my attention away from her.â
Despite not being your actual husband, the statement still stands.Â
âI know,â you whisper. The two of you exchange matching grins before Jungkook leans in for a kiss. âI love you, Jae. And Iâm sorry again.â
He shakes his head.
âNo need.â Your lips meet once more like itâs just second nature. âBut I love you, too, Y/N.â
An hour or so later, you two stumble into the house with both your lips and limbs intertwined.Â
Since Jungkookâs never had a real relationship, heâs also never experienced make up sex, but he always pictured it being like this.
As soon as the front door slams shut, he pushes you against the nearest wall and traces your curves. Upon reaching your hips, he hooks his arms beneath your thighs so he can force you to koala him. Then he pins you in place with his pelvis before grinding into you.
You moan into his mouth and tug on his hair when his semi-hard cock teases your cunt. But neither action is necessary to understand what you need; even through the layers of clothing separating you, he can feel the heat between your legs calling to him. Â
Jungkook leaves your lips alone to kiss your neck instead, causing you to whimper and pant something reminiscent of his name. Or at least, the name you believe is his.
âWe donât⌠we donât have to do anything you arenât ready for,â you reassure him.
âI know,â he grunts between the hot, sloppy kisses heâs painting on your throat. âJust wanna make you come. You need to know how fucking badly I want you.â
His lips soon descend towards your collarbones while he clutches the collar of your sweater and yanks it wide open to expose your bra. It has a zipper, so he doesnât actually ruin it, but he absolutely wouldâve without any hesitation.Â
One hand travels up from your waist to cup your breast as the other shoves your bra down so his mouth can latch onto your exposed nipple. It elicits a desperate whine from the back of your throat and you even begin bucking your hips to gain more friction.
In return, Jungkookâs ravenous with your tits; squishing and squeezing one while sucking on the other until your nippleâs almost painfully hard. He then scrapes the pebbled skin with his teeth before using his tongue to soothe the ache.Â
Your enjoyment is obvious and Jungkookâs soul lights up with pride every time he hears a breathy moan above him. Hell, if it werenât for bills needing to be paid, he would dedicate all his time, even his entire life, to pleasuring you.Â
In a perfect world, heâd have the time to fuck you so good and so often your body would react to him solely on instinct. Heâd be able to make you come on his hands, mouth, or cock with only a single touch because you would be habituated to the sensation.Â
But itâs fun having to work for it, too. Heâd love to spends hours, days, and weeks exploring every inch of your body in order to discover what makes your back arch and toes curl.Â
Hence why heâs kissing and licking across the swell of your breasts so he can switch sides. His mouth repeats the previous process while he twists your opposite nipple between his thumb and forefinger to keep it erect. Once both nubs are swollen and covered in his saliva, he pulls back to admire his handiwork.Â
âGod fucking damn,â he curses under his breath.Â
Your chestâs heaving from all the adrenaline and it makes you look even more delectable.Â
âHoney, please.â
Jungkookâs eyes flicker up to meet your own which are silently begging for more. So, he grants your wish by smashing your lips together as he engulfs one of your tits in his big hand.Â
âYou think you can come just from this, baby?âÂ
You enthusiastically nod mid-kiss.
âYes. Fuck, yes. Please make me come.âÂ
He doesnât need any further instructions.Â
His free hand glides down your thigh so he can tighten your leg around him, bringing your bodies close enough for you to feel his dick pressing against your core. Once he finds the perfect spot, he starts feverishly rolling his hips as though he were actually fucking you.
It turns your moans into high pitched shrieks of ecstasy as he animalistically devours your mouth and massages each of your breasts. Â
In the meantime, you scratch down his back and rake your fingers through his hair like itâll keep you from drowning in the heat of the moment. To your benefit, even though your mindâs clearly frazzled, youâre still grinding into him at a harmonious pace.Â
Jungkookâs going to come soon, thatâs for sure, and he canât believe this will be the second pair of boxers he creams in. Perhaps a younger version of himself would be embarrassed, but today heâd willingly ruin every article of clothing he owns to be with you like this.
âShit. Just donât stop and I swear, Iâll fucking bust any second,â he tells you.
You donât reply besides a noise of acknowledgment he silences with more passionate kisses.Â
True to his word, Jungkookâs abs clench, his heavy balls contract, and his hips falter before all his muscles relent and he groans against your mouth. You follow just a second behind with a loud whine while your legs shake around his waist.Â
The tandem highs last for quite some time before you slowly stop humping one another. After another minute or so passes, your bodies finally stall and youâre both left panting into the small space between your faces.
Jungkook laughs after catching his breath, a sanguine smile on his lips.
âWe didnât even make it three feet into the house.â
You giggle.
âEh, thatâs par for the course, right?â
Damn, his brother really was the luckiest man in the world. He canât even imagine all the mind blowing sex you two had over the last decade and a half if this is considered normal.Â
âI promise, it wonât be like this forever. Iâm sorry itâs taking me so long,â Jungkook states.
âTake as much time as you need, baby.â With a doting grin, you reach up to brush back the hair that fell out of place during your endeavors. âI know itâll be nothing but pure magic when it finally happens.â
You can certainly say that again. Six months may be a long time, but Jungkookâs waited his whole life to be with you. Heâs actually terrified heâll give himself away if he canât control his reaction to being inside you for the first time.Â
The following Monday, Jungkook tells Jimin to let Ms. Kim go, or at the very least, move her to another team. As much as he doesnât want to ruin her career with Jeon Industries, he refuses to allow anyone to disrespect you. Plus, if sheâs that bold when youâre there, he doesnât want to consider what she might do if she gets him alone again.Â
There isnât much drama at either work or home after that. Which is great because renovations have begun on the bar and youâre both putting all your effort into finishing the project.
The menuâs complete at this point, although youâre still testing seasonal recipes. Most of the time you work on designing the new interior layout and decor. Youâve already tackled the marketing materials, setting up the business spending account, and filing taxes.
You donât want to change too much because the whole point is for it to still feel like Kookieâs bar, but there are some necessary adjustments for the business to flow properly. The first obstacle was the massive neon sign on the front of the building. Youâre keeping the Kookieâs logo the same, but adding the words âFamily Bakeryâ just below it in a complimentary font.Â
It feels fitting because you always saw Jungkook as family, and he legally was. Plus, it highlights the passing of the establishment from one family member to the next. You tell Jungkook you think heâd like the choice since it means both Kookieâs and Jeon Industries will officially be Jeon family businesses.Â
Jungkook assures you that youâre right while hiding how misty his eyes are because of your explanation.
You two are heading there today to paint the back office. Everything else is brick due to the buildingâs age, but Jungkook previously tore down a wall to create a place for all the paperwork and financials. As with most of his personal design choices, he painted the room black. Itâs obviously not your vibe, so youâre going with a light, neutral color instead. Since itâs a relatively small space, you didnât see a need to hire real painters.Â
After arriving around noon, you hold the door open while Jungkook lugs the supplies in from the car. Once everythingâs set up in the back room, including taping all the moldings and laying a tarp on the floor, he pops open the paint can.Â
The light shade of pinkish beige practically screams your name, and itâll look beautiful with the aesthetic of the rest of the bakery. Even if the roomâs only for your use, Jungkook wants it to be nice and most importantly, for you to be happy.Â
He stirs the paint with the stick before pouring a liberal amount in the paint tray. After he stands up, you pass him a matching edging brush to the one in your hand.Â
âYou ready, partner?â Jungkook asks with a gentle slap on the bill of the hat youâre wearing.Â
âLetâs do this,â you cheer.Â
You focus on the lower part of the room while Jungkook tackles the upper half. Itâs an easy decision to make considering youâre rather terrified of ladders and heights in general.Â
It takes just over an hour to cover all the edges, at which point you break for a quick snack before starting on the main surface area. Since the walls are currently black, it gives the neutral color some depth you werenât expecting. You debated on painting it all white first as a base, but the man at the paint store assured you it would be alright.Â
âDo you like it so far, baby?âÂ
Jungkook kneels again to add more paint to the tray so you can coat the large paint rollers youâll be using for the remainder of the project.
âI do! It looks really pretty.â He stands at the same time you hand him one of the tools. âThank you for helping, honey.â
With a wave, he rejects your gratitude.Â
âOh, please. Weâre in this together.â
âDamn right!âÂ
You both lean in for a smooch before facing away from each other to begin painting your respective walls. Itâs much easier when youâre covering a large area, and you end up meeting in the center of the final wall only twenty minutes later.
Following the final stroke of Jungkookâs roller, you harmoniously sigh while stepping back to admire the job well done.Â
âFuck yeah,â he shouts.Â
Your head turns in his direction as you giggle.Â
âEasier than expected, huh?âÂ
âYeah. In fact, Iâm kinda sad it ended so fast.â
âWhy? Do you find this kind of activity enjoyable?âÂ
Jungkook clicks his tongue before gazing at you with a lovesick smile.
âAnythingâs enjoyable with you around, my sweetheart.â Cue an adoring eye roll. âBut I donât know. I guess I just thought there would be more opportunities to tease you or mess around.â
âWhile painting?â
âMmhm.â
His reasoning makes you chuckle, but Jungkookâs deep in thought. He observes you for a moment while his brain churns for an idea. When it settles on something fun that also wonât be too destructive, his eyes come alive.Â
Without you noticing because youâre still staring at the walls, Jungkook bends down and dips his palm in the leftover paint. He then slowly rises to his full height again so you donât suspect anything.Â
âY/N.â
âYeah?â
As soon as you turn, he clutches your face with his paint-soaked hand and slides it over so your nose, brow, and opposite cheek also get smothered in the color.
Your jaw drops with a sharp gasp, contrary to your eyes squeezing shut in clear annoyance.Â
âWhat. The. Fuck.â
Jungkookâs too preoccupied laughing and cradling his stomach with his clean arm to respond. You honestly look adorable despite the massive, pink hand print and smear marks. Especially when he focuses on all your scrunched up, angry features.Â
âYou look so damn cute, baby,â he giggles.
âCute? This is cute to you?âÂ
âFucking precious.â
You thoughtfully hum while bending down to coat your own palm in paint.Â
âWell, I wanna see you looking cute, too.âÂ
Unlike his approach, which was relatively gentle, you smack your hand right on the apple of his cheek and totally squish his face when you spread the paint around. Jungkook yelps and attempts to shove you away, but youâre merciless. Eventually, he gives up on trying to stop you in lieu of simply returning the favor.Â
He grasps your chin again and starts moving his hand everywhere in reach while you do the same to him. The reciprocal antics cause you both to break out into hysterical laughter, but you still manage to continue painting one another.Â
Somewhere between the giggles and shrieks, Jungkook gets the bright idea to expand his expedition. While still pushing on your face, he uses his free hand to scoop up more paint. This time, he splatters the side of your neck before dragging the color down your collarbones and chest.Â
âJae!âÂ
He squeezes your tit for good measure, leaving a perfect handprint on your shirt.Â
His opposite arm follows suit to create streaks of pink along your torso and he even travels to your back so he can grab your ass with both hands. By now, youâve gotten the memo, and choose to dip your other hand in the paint as well. You smear the liquid all across his abs until deciding to coat his throat and shoulders. Â
You two are cackling like hyenas as you ceaselessly mark each other. Thankfully, you both wore old clothes for the job, so nothing of importance is getting ruined.Â
After who knows how long, thereâs a silent, unanimous truce and you slowly back away from one another while your chests rise and fall with adrenaline.Â
Jungkook surveys your current state before glancing down at his own body and chuckling at how truly insane you each look.Â
âSee, wasnât that so much more fun than just finishing the room?â
Your eyes flicker up with a theatrical glare.
âOh, yeah. It was a total blast,â you flatly remark.
He knows you genuinely did enjoy yourself, so he taunts you with a playful head tilt and cheshire grin while approaching you one step at a time.Â
âCâmon, sweetheart, just admit you had fun.â
âNo.â
You cross your arms over your chest, but thereâs a hint of a smile on your face that reveals your true emotions.
Once Jungkookâs close enough, he captures your waist and nuzzles his head against your neck. It automatically elicits a bellowing laugh as you return his embrace by rising to your tiptoes.
âI had fun,â you whisper.Â
Jungkook smiles and presses a couple soft kisses to your skin before standing up straight.Â
âI knew it.â
âBut now we have to figure out how weâre getting home like this.â
âOh⌠I didnât think about that.â
âYou donât say?â
Your classic sarcasm makes him roll his eyes, but he also gazes around the room for a solution. He locates one in the form of the extra tarps you brought just in case, which he steals from the floor to present to you.Â
âTada!â
Itâs your turn for an eye roll as you snatch the bright, blue plastic from Jungkookâs hands and head towards the exit.Â
âYou can make up for your shenanigans by cleaning all this up,â you holler from the bar.Â
Jungkook doesnât argue, especially when he was planning on telling you to relax while he takes care of everything, anyway. Once the paint can and tools are all stored away, he leaves the office with the second tarp tucked under his arm.
You two decide the best option is to cover the car seats with the tarp, as opposed to wrapping the plastic around yourselves. It works well enough, and by the time you arrive at home, you and your clothes are still the only things doused in paint.Â
The front door clicks shut behind Jungkook as you each carefully remove your shoes and travel towards the bedroom to clean up.Â
âWe should probably hop straight into the shower,â Jungkook suggests.Â
âAgreed. You wanna go first?âÂ
It takes him a second to answer because he has to work up the courage first.Â
âWhy donât we just shower together?â
Your eyes broaden in surprise, but they very quickly become crescents when you smile at the proposal.
âReally?â
Jungkook nods.
âReally. Câmon.âÂ
He takes your hand to lead you into the en-suite where he instructs you to strip and drop the tainted clothes in the bathtub since itâll be easier to clean. Meanwhile, he twists the faucet to start the water before stepping out of his clothes himself.Â
This is actually the first time youâll be seeing him fully naked. But even though youâre unaware of that, he feels nervous about turning to face you after placing his shirt and jeans in the tub.Â
Of course, thereâs no reason to be. Your eyes light up once you see him as a knowing smirk forms on your lips.
âWell, hello, handsome,â you drawl.Â
Jungkook attempts to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks by looking away, but itâs absolutely useless.Â
âYeah, yeah. Itâs nothing you havenât seen before.â
Itâs the truth by a technicality, since he and Jaehyun are identical.Â
âAnd yet I never get tired of it.â
All he wants is the attention off of him, so he uses your wrist to tug you closer until youâre chest to chest.
âDitto.â
âYou wanna prove it?âÂ
You send him a challenging eyebrow raise and Jungkook canât resist smirking in response.Â
Rather than answering, he wraps his arm around your waist and begins walking you both backwards into the steam. He uses his free hand to slide the glass door open before guiding the two of you under the water. Once his back hits the marble tile, he cradles your cheek so he can pull you in for a kiss.Â
His tongue immediately presses against the seam of your lips and you part them without hesitation. As he licks inside your mouth, you whine and drive your nails into his shoulder muscles. Itâs difficult to hear much over the rapid stream from the faucet, but Jungkook soon joins you in zealously moaning the longer you lock lips.
Between the paint, hot water, and undeniable sexual tension, itâs easily the sloppiest kiss youâve shared as of yet. Streaks of light pink are running down your naked bodies before swirling around the drain and the shower waterâs mixing with your spit while your tongues chase one another.
Jungkookâs hands choose to explore your back and neck, but yours seem to be everywhere all at once. He feels your fingertips on his pecs, down his abs, and dancing up his spine. Every single touch gives him goosebumps, although his brain isnât powerful enough to focus on the different sensations.Â
Ironically, itâs easier making out when thereâs water involved. It not only allows your lips to effortlessly mold together, but your bodies as well. Your every curve is aligned with Jungkookâs without any room in between and he can practically feel your heart thumping beside his own.Â
âI love you,â Jungkook professes when you break for air. His hands return to your face so he can tilt your head up and admire you. Thereâs still some paint around your nose and eyebrows, but it doesnât stop you from being the most beautiful view in existence. âSo fucking much, Y/N.â
You flash him an infectious smile despite the mundane nature of the phrase.Â
âI love you, Jaehyun.â
âYou wanna prove it?â
The callback to your earlier comment makes you giggle as you stretch up on your tiptoes for another kiss.Â
âAnd how would you propose I do that?â You playfully inquire.Â
Jungkook holds off on verbally replying to grab your waist again and spin you around until youâre the one against the tile. Then he sinks to his knees without ever breaking eye contact.Â
âJust donât ask me to stop,â he instructs.Â
Your eyes fly wide open when he hooks his arms around each of your legs and hoists you unto his shoulders. The sudden movement causes you to gasp and clutch his hair for support, but he certainly doesnât mind the ache.Â
He waits a couple seconds but when you donât protest, he finally glances down at your pretty cunt.Â
Itâs his first glimpse of you up close, and the sight elicits multiple nonsensical curses as he admires your swollen, wet folds. Heâs encountered plenty of pussies in his day, and none of them even come close to you.Â
âGod, I am gonna fucking eat you alive.âÂ
Thatâs the last thing he says before shoving his face between your thighs and dragging his tongue up your slit. His initial taste of you is magical, idyllic, and goddamn mind numbing. He groans so loud you feel the vibrations in your core, evident by how you shiver in his arms.Â
After that, he repeats the same motion relentlessly; over and over again so he can swallow every last drop of arousal youâre producing just for him. Youâre so sweet itâs like eating candy, or more appropriately, the desserts you create.Â
Jungkook can tell the difference between the liquid pouring down around your bodies and your cum. Unlike the shower water, your essence is slick and sticks to his tongue until heâs able to curl it into his mouth. Thatâs how he knows youâre already soaking wet and it isnât just from you standing beneath the faucet.Â
The amount of essence leaking from your hole fills him with pride and encourages him to keep going so he can swallow more. Honestly, he could just eat you out for the rest of his life and be satisfied.Â
Your thighs are shaking on either side of his head and he knows it isnât from physical weakness, but what heâs doing to you. Especially because heâs got his arms firmly wrapped around your thighs and is even supporting your hips with both hands.Â
He loves that he has such a debilitating effect on you. All he ever wants is to make you feel good, writhe in pleasure, and scream so loud your voice becomes hoarse. Although, he plans on going until heâs too spent to continue, regardless of when you surpass those goals.Â
âFuck, baby,â you whine while latching on tighter to his hair.Â
Feeling your fingers scratch his scalp makes him moan into your cunt, especially in combination with the sound of your breathless voice.Â
Jungkook decides to switch tactics by circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. The change prompts you to yank on his hair and aggressively moan, which is precisely what he was hoping for. He alternates between figure eights, ovals, and short flicks so he can stimulate your nerve endings in multiple different ways. Each one produces a new response, although itâs clear when he flattens his tongue and starts sucking heâs found a winner.Â
Your hole clenches around nothing as more cum drips down your folds and coats his chin. The satisfaction it brings him is undeniable, and he continues without restraint while you cry out and mindlessly string curses together.Â
He shakes his head when he moves back down so he can thrust his tongue directly into your cunt.
âYou donât have to tell me every time. I assure you, it wonât be your last,â he tells you.Â
Your pussy flutters around his tongue as he pushes it deep inside you to lick along your inner walls. Youâre gushing at this point, so much that he has to pause every once in a while or else he might literally drown in you.Â
Even without your warning, Jungkook knows the exact moment you come. Not only does he feel your muscles clench, but all of a sudden the whole bottom half of his face gets covered in arousal.Â
He happily drinks up every last drop while holding you tight so you donât fall over from the intense orgasm. Your whole body convulses in his arms as you grasp his hair like you wanna rip it right out of his scalp. Youâre also endlessly whimpering and itâs music to Jungkookâs ears, both literally and figuratively.Â
Itâs apparent when your high begins to ebb, and even more obvious how sensitive you are afterwards. So Jungkook stays away from your clit to give your body some time to settle. In the meantime, he lazily makes out with your pussy. Both his lips and your folds are puffy from all the friction, but it only makes the act more enjoyable. He adores how soft and warm you feel against his mouth.Â
âYouâre doing so well, sweetheart,â he praises while glancing up from between your legs. You look completely fucked out; flushed red from all the adrenaline with watery eyes and parted, dry lips. âDoes it feel good?â
You aimlessly nod.
âSo, so good.â
âYeah?â Jungkook twists his head to kiss your inner thigh. âYou want more?â
âI want you,â you declare. âJust keep fucking me âtil the water runs cold.â
His chuckle meets your wet skin as he continues trailing his lips back to your core.Â
âThe water doesn't have anything to do with it, baby. Iâm going until Iâm finished with you. Not a second sooner.â
The conversation ends there when he wraps his lips around your clit again. You gasp and instinctively force his face closer to your center, encouraging him to suck harder and flick his tongue over the swollen nerve endings.Â
âFuck,â you sob before muffling yourself with your hand which was previously gripping the wall.Â
For the most part, Jungkook just repeats all his tricks but at different speeds and out of order from the first go around. He does try a couple other strategies, like spitting into your hole and then fucking his saliva into you.Â
Once his greed surpasses what his mouth can accomplish, he reaches up with one hand to grope your breast. The new sensation causes you to exuberantly moan and arch your back, so he takes it as a green light to continue squeezing and massaging you as well as tweaking your nipple.Â
A second orgasm approaches even quicker than your first and before the water temperature even begins to change, youâve already come a third, fourth, and fifth time. Jungkook isnât even tired yet, either. He could keep you here all night, but he knows your body wonât allow that.
Following your last climax, youâre nothing more than a ragdoll in his arms. He canât see your tear stains due to the water, but he can tell youâve been crying because your eyes are swollen and red. Your hold on his hair is barely existent anymore and your legs havenât stopped trembling since orgasm number three.Â
Jungkookâs currently giving you another break by kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. He definitely doesnât want to be done with you yet, but if you canât continue heâll have to save his insatiable hunger for another day.Â
âCan you give me one more, sweetheart?â
âJae,â you groan like youâre in a trance. âPlease.â
âIs that a yes?â
Your hazy, unfocused eyes flit down to connect with his own.
âYes.â
âAre you sure?â
The last thing he ever wants is to push you past your limit, but he also trusts you to listen to your own body.Â
When you nod assuredly, he doesnât question you and gives your skin one last kiss before diving in again.Â
Itâs no surprise you come barely a minute later. Your cunt is so overstimulated and sensitive by now almost anything would set you off.Â
Knowing this is the end, Jungkook makes sure to swallow everything your body has to offer with lackadaisical kisses and licks through your folds. You taste better than he could ever imagine, and heâs already looking forward to his next feast.Â
After heâs satisfied and youâre no longer twitching from all the consecutive releases, he gently returns your feet to the floor and rises to his full height.Â
As soon as you two are standing nose to nose again, you collapse into him to lean your head on his shoulder. But he adjusts so your entire body weight can rest against him as he rubs your back and plants chaste kisses in your hair.Â
With his free hand, he shuts off the water before enveloping you so youâre safe and sound in the cocoon of his arms.Â
âYou alright?â He whispers while resting his head on your crown.
âMmhm,â you hum. âThank you.â
Jungkook chuckles.
âNo, thank you.â His lips find your temple for another smooch. âFor the meal, that is.â Despite how weak you are, you giggle at the remark. âCâmon, baby. Letâs get you to bed.â
âItâs not even dinnertime yet.â
âI know, but you need to rest after all that.â
You donât protest and let Jungkook guide you out of the shower into the main bathroom. He dries your body with a nice, fluffy towel, including wringing out your hair so it isnât dripping wet anymore. Then he helps you step into a soft pair of pajamas.Â
Once you look adorably cozy, he scoops you up bridal style to carry you to bed. You lay your head on his shoulder during the short trek and even though itâs a tiny gesture, Jungkookâs heart flutters all the same.Â
He tucks you under the blankets and fixes your hair so itâs on the pillow rather than getting your back wet before stepping away to admire you.Â
âComfy?â You nod and snuggle deeper into the warmth of the bed. âIâll wake you when dinnerâs ready if you arenât up before then.â
âHmm? How are you gonna make dinner?â
âIâll order in.â
All you do is hum in response while your eyes close and your lips part as you drift off into dreamland.Â
Unlike the previous sexual encounters you two have had, Jungkook doesnât find himself disappearing into his own head about everything. You, him, Jaehyun, all of it. For the first time, he just enjoys the experience for what it is and goes about his day.Â
He hopes that means heâs one step closer to being able to give you all of him, but he isnât planning on rushing into it, either. The most important thing is for him to be totally present in the moment with you when you make love for the first time.
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Summary: There are two boys but only one girl, leaving Jungkook hopelessly in love with someone he can never have, and doesn't want to have, because that would mean taking you away from the person he loves most. Then suddenly thereâs only one boy and one girl, but it's the wrong one.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkookâs Twin x Reader, (Slight) Jungkook x Jennie
Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. IâM SERIOUS. major character death, intense grief, depression, suicidal ideation, vehicular accident, dead body, injuries, medical jargon, self-harm (not by definition â he gives himself a cut for appearances), hospital, nurses, doctors, fear, anxiety, panic attack, crying, funeral, mention of burial, planning funeral arrangements, mention of morgue, funeral home, casket, headstone, obituary, unrequited love, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, bars, business jargon, mentions of wealth, jealousy, secrets, wedding, high school and college, exams, work, public speaking, insecurity, lying, manipulating, betrayal, violation, misogyny đ, twins, trading places, tricking people, drunkenness, rudeness, depressive inner monologue, yearning, dub-con (Iâm not sure if this counts â she consents to the acts but is unaware of his real identity), kissing, touching, titty fondling, cuddling, and thatâs all!
Author's Note: guys I donât know what demon possessed me when I wrote this but I worry I might be a sadist. this shit is SO sad and so dark. I really caution you to read all the warnings if there are topics which can easily trigger you. you might need therapy after this one, lord knows Jungkook needs some. and a lot of it!! he does not make good decisions in this fic and I donât condone any of his actions. heâs the definition of morally ambiguous so hopefully you all vibe with that. also I know nothing about science or physics so if there are any inaccuracies, mind ya business lmao. I personally love this story despite it being so heavy, because itâs got so much heart, and I hope you all will too. ILY :)
-> The Wife Trap Masterpost
Jungkook and Jaehyun trade places often, which is coincidentally how Jungkook ends up meeting you for the first time.Â
Junior year of high schoolâs been a slog so far. Between his parents pressuring him to keep his grades up so heâll be accepted to a nice university and assimilating with the teenage social scene, heâs mentally drained. It isnât that he doesnât want to further his education or hang out with his peers, but heâs got plenty of other interests besides those two.Â
He wants to draw and paint more, listen to new music, or even practice photography. None of which can happen if heâs stuck in his room studying all night.Â
Hence the main reason he and his identical twin brother sometimes pull switcheroos on their teachers and classmates.Â
This time around itâs because Jungkook has a chemistry exam tomorrow worth a quarter of his grade. While he personally excels at the liberal arts, STEM classes are a whole different story. Jaehyun, on the other hand, canât recall historical facts to save his life, but doesnât even flinch at balancing atoms.Â
Knowing this, Jungkook politely knocks on his brotherâs door just before sundown. Jaehyun immediately grants him entry and after peeking his head inside, Jungkook finds Jaehyun sitting at his desk with a notebook and his laptop laid out before him.Â
âHey,â Jaehyun greets him while setting his pen down.Â
âI need a favor,â Jungkook matter-of-factly declares as he flops onto his brotherâs bed.Â
Jaehyun chuckles at his twinâs familiar antics before spinning around to face him.
âLike what?âÂ
âChemistry exam. Twenty-five percent of my grade. Iâll do your chores for a week.âÂ
Thereâs no need for further explanation because the two boys understand each other without words. Jungkook probably couldâve just held up a chemistry book and waited for Jaehyun to give him a thumbs up or down to achieve the same result.
Jaehyun purses his lips and leans back in his desk chair to ponder the quid pro quo, but itâs pretty rare for either of them to deny one another. Heâs more likely debating on whether or not itâs a fair deal.Â
âNo need for chores. I have a better idea,â Jaehyun poses.
âOh? Pray tell.â
Jaehyun chuckles and to Jungkookâs surprise, a blush appears on his brotherâs cheeks.
âSo, thereâs this girlâŚâ
âNo shit!âÂ
Jungkook shoots up from the bed with a boisterous, eager laugh while his twin throws his hands up to stop him from overreacting.Â
âAish, itâs not like that.â Despite Jaehyunâs protests, Jungkook remains on his feet to await more details. âSheâs just, like, the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen and we talk all the time because weâre lab partners, but I have no idea if she likes me back.âÂ
âAnd?â Jungkook excitedly elongates the syllable. âWhat do you want me to do?âÂ
âWell, if we swap places tomorrow, maybe you could give me an unbiased opinion. You know, see how she acts with you and report back whether or not you think she feels the same.â
Jungkookâs eyes light up at the notion of being an undercover wingman. Plus, he gets what he wants without having to do twice the housework for a week.Â
âOh, youâre on.â
Jaehyun canât resist affectionately rolling his eyes at his brotherâs enthusiasm.Â
It only makes sense considering Jaehyunâs always chosen school over any sort of love life. To be fair, Jungkook hasnât had much luck with the ladies himself, but at least he tries instead of keeping his nose in the books.
All Jungkook wants is for Jaehyun to find someone whoâll love him just as much as he does. Despite only being eleven minutes younger, Jungkook looks up to his twin more than anyone else in the world. He knows the sentiment is shared; that Jaehyun wholeheartedly admires all the traits Jungkook possesses which he himself does not. Nevertheless, Jungkook views Jaehyun as his better half and if he can lead someone else towards the same belief, he will.Â
âJust grab some clothes for me and lay them on the bed, will you? Iâll do the same once Iâm done with this,â Jaehyun requests as Jungkook strolls out of the room.Â
âGot it!â
The following morning, Jungkook spends a couple extra minutes styling his hair away from his forehead to appear more like his twin. Jaehyun does the same, only the opposite, by applying some gel so his bangs fall down nicely at his browbone.Â
When the two meet outside their respective bedrooms, they both chuckle at the uncanny resemblance to the otherâs signature style. Although Jungkook does tsk at his brother upon surveying his outfit.Â
âNuh uh.â He faces Jaehyun to fix the collar of his leather jacket, popping it up how he normally wears it. âThere we go.âÂ
Jaehyun rolls his eyes.
âWell, if weâre being picky.â To return the favor, Jaehyun undoes the top two buttons of Jungkookâs polo so it looks more casual. âI may be a nerd, but Iâm not that bad.âÂ
âIf you say so,â Jungkook teases, prompting Jaehyun to nudge his shoulder while the former giggles.Â
They head downstairs together and follow their usual routine of grabbing their book bags and wishing their folks farewell. Neither of their parents register the switch as the four of them circle each other in the kitchen before scurrying off in separate directions to leave for work and school.Â
Their mom, who works from home as an interior designer, catches Jaehyunâs attention at the last second with a call of his name.Â
âJae, sweetie, you have an appointment this afternoon. Remember?â
Jaehyun peers around the corner with a doting grin.Â
âI know, mom. Thank you.â
The only issue is Jaehyun doesnât look like himself, and when she notices his appearance, she blanches.Â
âWhat â huh?â
âBye!â
Jungkook smacks his twinâs chest once he returns to his side; a hint of a laugh still on his lips.Â
âYou doofus. Youâre gonna give the poor woman a heart attack.âÂ
âI forgot, I forgot,â Jaehyun defends himself.Â
Once they make it to Jaehyunâs car, which is the vehicle theyâre driving this month because they always switch off for fairnesses sake, Jungkook hops in the driverâs side to maintain their ruse.Â
A Jeep is Jungkookâs choice of ride and the car he was gifted by his parents for their sixteenth birthday, whereas Jaehyun drives a Mercedes given to him for the same occasion. Even though Jungkook enjoys being high off the road when he drives, he certainly doesnât mind cruising around in his twinâs sleek sports car every so often.Â
Their family is more than well-off, on behalf of their dad being the founder and CEO of a fortune five hundred company in the center of Seoul. Jungkook has no interest in joining the conglomerate after college, whereas Jaehyunâs already preparing to be their fatherâs successor.Â
Thankfully, their dad doesnât mind that Jungkook wants something different for himself and neither of their parents ever push them towards a certain career path. As long as they both receive a good education and find jobs to keep themselves off the street, theyâre satisfied.Â
âSo, whatâs your girlâs name?âÂ
âSheâs not my girl,â Jaehyun corrects him, although thereâs a pink hue splattered all over his cheeks. âBut her nameâs Y/N.â
âCute,â Jungkook notes with a smirk.Â
âYou have no idea.â
Jaehyunâs right, per usual, because when Jungkook steps foot in the biology classroom later that day and spots a girl sitting precisely where his brother said she would be, his eyes blow wide and he clenches his jaw to prevent his mouth from dropping open. Â
You arenât just cute. No, cute is how he would describe Jiwoo from second period or Yoona on the cheerleading squad. Youâre goddamn ethereal.Â
Your hair is falling down your back in pretty waves, although the front pieces are tucked behind your ear. Your pink, plump lips are wrapped around the end of your pencil as you focus on whatever youâre reading. Youâre wearing an oversized sweater and loose-fitting jeans which, despite seemingly being for comfort, make you look like a model straight out of a magazine.Â
Jungkook and Jaehyun have never shared the same taste in women. Itâs just another topic they happen to fall on opposite sides of the spectrum about. So him finding you so attractive is completely unexpected. Yet here he is, paralyzed in the doorway like heâs never seen a woman before in his life.Â
He manages to snap out of the trance quickly, but not before a couple classmates shoot him confused glances from across the room. After maneuvering around the labyrinth of chairs and backpacks between him and Jaehyunâs desk, he slugs his bag off his shoulder and sits down beside you.
You donât look up, which is to be expected when this is an ordinary occurrence for you. Plus, youâre busy scribbling in your notebook after finishing the page you were reading. Once youâre done, you place your pencil down and blow air out of your mouth before shaking your hair loose from behind your ear and flicking the short pieces aside.
âYou must be Jungkook,â you nonchalantly profess.
Jungkookâs brow scrunches.Â
âSorry?â
A smile graces your lips as you finally look in his direction.Â
âJaehyun doesnât have a scar on his cheek.âÂ
When you gesture to the small mark on Jungkookâs left cheekbone, he lifts his own hand to trace the indentation. No oneâs ever been able to distinguish them by that before, not even their parents. Even though Jungkookâs had the scar since first grade after he and Jaehyun fought over who got to use the computer first.Â
âThereâs no way you noticed something so small that fast,â Jungkook accuses.
You shrug following a short, prideful giggle.Â
âMaybe Iâm just a genius.âÂ
Or you have a big fat crush on my brother.
âYou must be Y/N, then.âÂ
Itâs your turn in the hot seat and you face Jungkook directly so you can interrogate him.Â
âAnd how do you know that?âÂ
Jungkook mirrors how you shrugged your shoulders a moment ago.Â
âBecause Jae told me his lab partnerâs super smart and the most beautiful girl heâs ever seen. Obviously youâre smart if you clocked our scheme so fast and⌠well.âÂ
He gestures to you with both hands, causing a bright pink blush to overtake your cheeks.Â
âHe really said that?â You ask in a higher pitch with a massive smile on your face.Â
âDoes that surprise you?â
âNot⌠exactly. Itâs just that Jaeâs so smart and sweet. Not to mention considerate, funny, stupidly handsome ââ
âYou think Iâm handsome?âÂ
âThatâs not what IâŚâ
Your voice trails off when you look over to find a shit-eating grin staring back.Â
âGotcha,â he cheers while pointing to his head. âSame face.â
As you roll your eyes and chuckle, Jungkook swears his heart starts pounding faster inside his ribcage. He would do anything to make you do it again; hear you laugh at his jokes or pretend to be annoyed when he teases you.Â
âAnyway,â you redirect the conversation. âWhatâs with the switcheroo?â
âI have a chem exam today and Jaehyun got the brain cell in the divorce.â
You cackle so loud you have to cover your mouth with your hand to avoid getting in trouble with the teacher. Meanwhile, the pride Jungkook feels for prompting such a reaction almost makes him burst right out of his skin.Â
Despite your best efforts, the teacher shoots you both a warning glare before beginning his lecture. You and Jungkook attempt to quiet your laughter and focus, but there are still some residual giggles by the time your teacher starts.Â
After about twenty minutes, the teacher releases everyone to continue working on your current research project, but since your actual partner is somewhere across the school, you and Jungkook just chit chat until the end of class.Â
âSo, considering how highly you spoke about my brother, I imagine you like him back?â
His words must pique your interest because you stop writing in your planner and glance up with cartoonishly wide eyes.Â
âBack?â You parrot. âAs inâŚâ
âOh, yeah. Jaeâs down bad.âÂ
Your blush from earlier returns with a vengeance and you even cover your mouth with your sweater cuffs to hide the broad smile youâre sporting.Â
It gives Jungkook goddamn cuteness aggression and he has to refrain from kicking his feet underneath the desk.Â
This situation is uniquely strange for Jungkook. Because on one hand, thereâs nothing more important to him than Jaehyunâs happiness, and youâre both clearly smitten. Yet in the opposing corner lies his heart thatâs suddenly beating to a new rhythm; one that sounds suspiciously similar to the syllables of your name.Â
He canât deny how badly he wants you for himself, but he would never make a move unless Jaehyun told him it was alright. If he canât have you, he supposes the next best thing is for his brother to be the one who does.Â
âI had my suspicions, but I just⌠I didnât wanna get my hopes up. You know?âÂ
Your cheeks are still a dull pink and you have lovesick stars in your eyes as you talk about your crush.Â
âI get it,â Jungkook replies. âBut you donât have anything to worry about. You two are on the same page.âÂ
âIs he planning on asking me out?âÂ
âHe better be. If he doesnât, I will.â His sudden candor causes your eyes to widen again until Jungkook raises his hands in surrender. âIâm kidding.âÂ
Iâm not.
You sigh in relief upon hearing his rebuttal and Jungkook refuses to admit how much his heart shatters.
âWell, if he asks, youâre more than welcome to assure him Iâll say yes,â you state.Â
Jungkook genuinely smiles at that.Â
The thought of Jaehyun finding someone who makes him happy and will keep him laughing is enough to soothe any ache Jungkook may feel because of you.Â
âDuly noted.â
âSo, Jungkook ââ
âKook,â he corrects you.
âHuh?â
The man in question chuckles.
âEveryone calls me Kook.â
You tilt your head like thatâs a foreign concept before disagreeably clicking your tongue.
âThat just wonât do. I donât wanna call you what everyone else does. I should get a special nickname,â you explain.
âYou donât say?âÂ
The two of you share another laugh while you tap your pencil against your notebook in thought.Â
âWhat about Kookie?â
âKookie?â Jungkook shakes his head, but itâs mostly to hide the smile and accompanying blush creeping in. âWhat am I? Willy Wonka?âÂ
âOh, câmon. Itâs cute!âÂ
It is cute, and therein lies the problem.Â
Nevertheless, Jungkook purses his lips as he ponders a fitting response.Â
âFine, but I want one for you.â You shrug and show him your palms as though to yield the nicknaming power. âHow aboutâŚâ After aimlessly gazing around the room, Jungkookâs eyes soon land on a doodle in your planner of a sweet treat that feels just right. âWhat about Cupcake?âÂ
âCupcake?âÂ
âMmhm. Cupcake,â he repeats while motioning at you before doing the same for himself. âAnd Kookie.âÂ
You giggle at his suggestion, but nod your head in agreement a moment later.Â
âYouâve got yourself a deal, Kookie.âÂ
With a charming smile, Jungkook extends his hand towards you.Â
âPleasure doing business with you, Cupcake.â
When you two melodramatically shake on it, Jungkook doesnât think about the long term consequences. He has no idea how this single conversation will alter the course of his life forever.Â
Because Jaehyun does ask you out about a week later, forcing Jungkook to witness you two fall in love and remain utterly devoted to each other for years to come.Â
Including standing beside his parents when Jaehyun proposes at your college graduation. Youâre a year younger than them, so his twinâs had time to save for a beautiful diamond ring using the paycheck he receives from their fatherâs company.Â
You obviously accept, but not before screaming your head off and nearly tackling your poor boyfriend, now fiancĂŠ, to the ground. Jaehyun catches you by the waist before youâre able to take him down and Jungkook doesnât believe heâs ever seen his brother so happy as he spins you around a couple times before kissing you senseless.Â
âI love you,â Jaehyun whispers once your lips part while your foreheads remain pressed together.Â
Despite it being the thousandth time youâve heard the proclamation, you still beam brighter than the sun.Â
âI love you, Jeon Jaehyun.â
âEnough to marry me, huh?âÂ
An infectious giggle fills the air between your faces and makes Jungkookâs heart constrict where it lies dormant in his chest. He even instinctively looks away when you clamp Jaehyunâs head between your hands to emphasize your response.Â
âEnough to marry the shit out of you!â
It sucks because itâs not like Jungkook isnât happy for you two. Quite the contrary. He couldn't be more ecstatic about his favorite people finding their dream come true. But he also canât help the debilitating, insistent ache he feels inside.Â
He never meant to fall in love with you and for a while after you met he hoped his feelings would fade into oblivion. Months went by, then years, but rather than disappearing, his devotion to you only grew stronger until it became a part of his very soul. Something so innate he believes it must transcend this world and bleed into the next. His love for Jaehyun is the same; just as deep and even more integral to his being.Â
Which is why it doesnât matter how much he adores you. You and Jaehyun are perfect for each other, and more importantly, you make one another irrevocably happy. Jungkook would sooner die before he took any part in destroying that.Â
He doesnât want you for himself despite his feelings, but that doesnât make reality any less painful.Â
His attention is yanked from the reverie by his brotherâs joyous holler and he refocuses on the present just in time for Jaehyun to throw his arms around him.Â
âFucking nailed it,â Jaehyun cheers while giving Jungkook an excited, brotherly pat on his shoulder.Â
ââCourse, you did.â Jungkook returns the affection by resting his chin on Jaehyunâs shoulder. âCongratulations, bro. Iâm glad you didnât choke.âÂ
Jaehyun scoffs and steps back to reclaim your hand.Â
âI never choke,â he argues.
âUm, there was the time you were so nervous about asking me to prom you put the jumbo letters in the wrong order,â you counter. âBut I had a wonderful time at ârpomâ with you, baby.âÂ
Your fiancĂŠ rolls his eyes at the memory, but thereâs a huge grin on his face when he bends down to kiss your cheek.Â
âCongratulations to you, too, Cupcake,â Jungkook interjects. âYou scored yourself the second best looking, second funniest, and second most lovable man around.âÂ
âGosh, I wonder who could possibly be the first?âÂ
Jungkook sarcastically shrugs with his hands up, but your sweet laugh shatters the act when you lean in to hug him with your free arm.Â
âSeriously, though, I couldnât be happier for you.â
âThanks, Kookie.â After unwrapping yourself from the embrace, you rest your weight on Jaehyun next to you and he naturally wraps his other arm around your waist. âSo, should I start calling you big brother now orâŚâ
The aggressive grimace that contorts Jungkookâs face causes both you and Jaehyun to relentlessly cackle.Â
âFuck, no. Never. I beg you.â
Despite genuinely feeling like he might throw up at the thought of you ever referring to him as that, he joins in the laughter once his expression of disgust fades.Â
You and Jaehyun wait almost a full three years to wed so youâre both at least twenty five. Meaning itâs been just over a decade since you first started dating; longer than some marriages even last.
The years following your engagement have been easier for Jungkook to stomach compared to when you were all in school. You two live together now just a few blocks from Jungkookâs apartment and the three of you hang out fairly often.Â
One would think it would make the situation worse, but spending more time with you as a couple actually lessens the weight. It gives him a chance to witness the people he cares about most at their happiest, and even though he still yearns for you in ways he shouldnât, seeing you smile or hearing you laugh is enough.Â
On the morning of your wedding, in which Jungkook has the honor of being the best man, things are a little hectic. Jaehyunâs an objectively intelligent, organized, and calm person, but whenever heâs nervous those traits fly right out the window.
Hence why Jungkookâs on his way to your bridal suite across the venue to ask you where Jaehyunâs cufflinks are. His twin swears he put them in the same bag as his suit, but theyâre nowhere to be found. The men tried calling you first, but your phone must be tucked away on silent because it repeatedly went to voicemail.
Jungkook knocks first before creaking the door open and calling your name. He peeks his head in to ensure no oneâs getting dressed and once he deems the coast clear, he steps inside and lets the door shut behind him.
You stroll out from a separate room soon after his arrival, but before Jungkook has a chance to talk, you shriek and jump behind a floor length mirror.
âWhat the fuck, Jae! You canât see me before the ceremony!â
âRelax, itâs just me! Itâs Jungkook!â
After a long pause, you peer out from around the furniture to confirm his identity. When you find he isnât wearing what your groom should be, you sigh in relief and step further into the room.
âJesus, Kookie, donât scare me like that,â you scold him. âYou trying to give me a heart attack on my wedding day?â
Jungkook doesnât respond right away, or more like he canât. Seeing you in your wedding dress with your hair beautifully styled and makeup done to highlight all your best features stuns him into complete silence. He didnât even realize it was possible for you to look any more gorgeous than you normally do, but by god, have you proven him wrong.
You notice his lack of communication rather quickly and give him a once over to discern the possible reason. Unfortunately for Jungkook, itâs glaringly obvious why heâs standing as still as a statue with his mouth half open.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â
Youâre being playful, but Jungkookâs far too awestruck to volley your banter.
âNo,â he whispers. âJust the most beautiful bride Iâve ever seen.â
The compliment brings a warm smile to your face, but you still shake your head in disagreement while strutting across the room to him.
âYouâre only saying that because you havenât met yours yet.â
He wants to argue, but he canât explain why that isnât true without revealing his deepest, darkest secret.
You force him back to reality when your fingers graze his lapel, causing him to shoot you an inquisitive look.
âYour bowtieâs crooked,â you answer his silent question as you adjust the fabric.
âThanks, Cupcake.â
Thereâs an earth-shatteringly gorgeous smile on your lips that gives Jungkook actual heart palpitations, especially with you standing so close. He even holds his breath so you donât hear how wildly the muscle is thumping.
âWhat are you doing here, anyway?â
Once you finally step back, Jungkook inhales for what feels like the first time in minutes.
âJae canât find his cufflinks.â
You affectionately roll your eyes.
âOf course, he canât,â you chuckle. âThat man would be lost without me.â
âYes, he would,â Jungkook agrees. âHe knows it, too.â
âHe better.â The two of you share a laugh before you leave his side to find your phone where you have a list of todayâs necessities and their respective locations. âThe inner breast pocket of his suit coat,â you read out loud from your notes.
âSeriously? I couldâve sworn we checked there.â
âAnd I know you both well enough to know you definitely didnât.â
Itâs Jungkookâs turn for an eye roll as he grabs the doorknob.
âWell, thank you. I promise Iâll have him in tip-top shape in time for the ceremony,â he assures you.
âWait,â you request before scurrying back over. Upon reaching him again, you throw your arms around his neck and rise to your tiptoes for a heartfelt embrace. Jungkookâs brain momentarily short circuits despite this being a regular occurrence, but he eventually recovers and returns the affection by enveloping your waist. âI love you so much, Kookie. I canât wait to finally be family.â
It takes all his willpower to hold back the tears encroaching on his waterline. Theyâre predominantly on behalf of his deep platonic love for you as opposed to his unrequited feelings. No matter what his heart wants, youâre one of his best friends and someone he canât imagine living without. It isnât just because of your connection to him through Jaehyun, either, but the bond you two have built over the last decade.
âI love you, too, Cupcake. Always and forever.â Ironically, once you part, youâre the one with watery eyes that you have to carefully dry. âHey, hey, no tears. Youâll ruin your makeup.â
âI know,â you sniffle. âIâm just really happy.â
Jungkook smiles.
âMe, too.â
He returns to the groomâs suite after wishing you farewell and of course, youâre spot on. Jaehyunâs lost cufflinks were on his body the entire time, causing Jungkook to lovingly tease his brother as he finishes the final touches to his ensemble.Â
The two of them are currently standing side by side in front of the mirror and Jaehyunâs spent the last five minutes fiddling with pieces of his suit that are already perfect. Jungkook chuckles at the familiar behavior before clasping him on the shoulder.
âJae, I donât understand why youâre nervous when youâre marrying the love of your life.â
Jaehyun shakes his head while slowly releasing the air from his lungs.
âI just want today to be perfect. She deserves nothing less than that.â
Jungkook clicks his tongue.
âBut Y/Nâs gonna think itâs perfect simply because sheâs marrying you. Donât you know that?âÂ
His assurance causes Jaehyun to smile and sigh in relief.
âYouâre right,â he concedes. âI guess the problem is being a boyfriend and fiancĂŠ is one thing, but being a husband is another entirely.â He glances down to tug on his sleeve. âI have to take care of her, you know? I never wanna let her down or leave her wanting for anything.â
Only someone as magnanimous as Jaehyun, whoâs never disappointed you even once in a whole decade, would worry like this moments before walking down the aisle.
âShe loves you. You love her. You two have a long life together ahead of you. Both of you are bound to get upset or wish things were different every once in a while, but none of that matters as long as the love is still there,â Jungkook asserts.
Jaehyunâs smile returns prior to him glancing up to meet Jungkookâs gaze through the mirror.
âI thought I was supposed to be the wise one?â
Jungkook shrugs along with a lighthearted chuckle.
âSomeoneâs gotta pick up the slack whenever your usual characteristics go on leave.â
The twins share another laugh, but then Jaehyun clears his throat and turns to face his brother.
âYou make a good point, about picking up my slack,â Jaehyun notes. âWill you promise me something?â
âYeah, always.â
Jaehyunâs teeth sink into his bottom lip.
âPromise to look after Y/N for me. If, I donât know, for whatever reason Iâm not able to anymore.â
âJae ââ
âJust promise me, Kook.â
Jungkook knows how much this means to his brother, even if he canât ever envision a world where you two arenât together.Â
âOf course, I will,â he responds assuredly. âI promise.â
Itâs obvious a weight lifts off Jaehyunâs shoulders and he immediately pulls Jungkook in for a hug to convey his gratitude. After stepping back, the groom appears much more at ease and even claps his hands together while turning towards the door.
âOkay! You got the rings?â
âYup.â
âTime to get hitched, then.â
Contrary to moments ago, the pair exit the room lighthearted and laughing as they make their way to the main hall.Â
The ceremony is beautiful. Perfect, even, just as Jaehyun hoped. From the moment the doors open to reveal you and your dad, to Jaehyun blubbering like a baby throughout your entire walk down the aisle, to the heartfelt, sentimental vows you and him share, up until your groom dramatically dips you across his body for your first kiss as husband and wife.Â
There isnât a dry in the room and Jungkookâs heart nearly explodes with love for you both. Seeing you two so joyful and knowing youâll always have each other is all he needs to die without a single regret.Â
Cocktail hour, plenty of photos, and a grand entrance into the reception follow soon after and in the middle of all the guests enjoying their meal, the DJ hands Jungkook a microphone for his best man speech.Â
Heâs rewritten the damn thing at least a hundred times, including a version that went something like, âFuck it. Iâm in love with the bride. I donât know what to do about it. Have a good evening.âÂ
The final product doesnât contain any of those words except the last four, but even without a confession, heâs unbearably nervous.Â
âGood evening, everyone,â he announces from his place at the end of the head table. âIf it wasnât obvious already, Iâm Jaehyunâs identical twin brother, Jungkook. Being a twin has its pros and cons, as does everything, but no other twin has the perks that I do by having Jaehyun as a brother. Jae is the most kind, considerate, loving, and genuine person Iâve ever met. Heâs the best brother in the world and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that heâll be the best husband, too. Weâve done everything together up until now, so marriage is the first adventure heâs going on without me. But I know I have nothing to worry about because the person heâs venturing into it with is the best of the best. Ironically, I first met Y/N while pretending to be Jaehyun. Iâve never told her this before, but while Jaeâs end of the deal was to take a test for me, I was running reconnaissance on her. Jae had a big, fat crush on Y/N, but he didnât know if his feelings were reciprocated, so he asked me to go undercover and report back. Our carefully laid plan was immediately thwarted, though, because Y/N clocked that I wasnât Jae only seconds after I sat down. I knew then that she was going to be around for a long time, and more importantly, that my brotherâs heart would always be safe in her hands.â Jungkook takes a deep breath before his final paragraph. âI adore you guys more than Iâll ever be able to properly explain and I couldnât be happier that you two will have each other for a lifetime to come. I wish you nothing but everlasting love, health, and good fortune. And I love you both so very much.âÂ
Once he concludes his speech, everyone loudly applauds for a job well done, but Jungkookâs focus is solely on your and Jaehyunâs reactions. Except when his eyes land on the center of the long table, only youâre sitting there.Â
An explanation arrives soon enough when his twin forces him into a bone-crushing embrace. Jungkook laughs while happily returning the affection as tightly as he can.Â
âDo you have any fucking idea how much I love you?â Jaehyun asks through a sniffle.Â
âOf course, I do,â Jungkook sighs. âAbout half as much as I love you.â
When the two break apart, the sound of heels rapidly clicking along the floor steals their attention. Before they can process whatâs happening, you barrel right into them with a gleeful cheer.Â
âI didnât wanna feel left out,â you explain where your head rests between their own. Both men chuckle at your antics prior to you stepping back to face them. âThat was perfect, Kookie. Thank you.â
Jungkook bashfully shrugs.
âIt was nothing, Cupcake. Just another Tuesday for me, public speaker extraordinaire.âÂ
âAish, can you believe heâs drunk already? He thinks itâs Tuesday!â Jaehyun turns towards you to joke.Â
You giggle and glance at your husband with the entire galaxy in your eyes. As always, Jaehyunâs sporting a matching expression and itâs only once Jungkook clears his throat that you two snap out of the daze and join him in returning to the head table.
Jungkook passes the microphone to his brother, whoâs set to deliver the next speech. It isnât necessarily common for the groom to talk at the reception, but his father did so in order to honor their mother at their wedding and he urged Jaehyun to do the same.Â
âHello,â Jaehyun cheers from where heâs standing next to your chair. âIâd like to take this time to thank everyone for being here to celebrate our marriage with us. Y/N and I are overjoyed to be surrounded by you all on our special day and weâre frankly overwhelmed by the vast amount of love weâve received.â Like itâs second nature, he reaches for you and you automatically lace your fingers together. âI also want to spend a moment talking about my beautiful wife sitting here beside me.â Even though heâs technically giving a speech to the whole room, he pivots so heâs staring directly into your eyes. âY/N, Iâve been hopelessly in love with you since the day we met when I was only sixteen years old. And to this day I still canât believe you feel the same. Youâre radiant, spellbinding, and magnificent, and Iâm nothing but a humble admirer. But whatâs truly wonderful about you as a partner is that you donât view me in that light. You see right through me; all my faults and failures, but also my strengths and virtues. And you love me regardless of all of them. So I consider myself the luckiest man alive because Iâll never deserve someone as warm, caring, and compassionate as you are. Itâs been ten years since we became a couple and Iâve yet to even come close. But I promise to keep trying, baby, because thatâs what you deserve. Iâve loved you for an entire decade and Iâll continue to do so for a thousand more, even though I know the universe isnât gracious enough to give us that much time together. But with the time we do have, I plan to cherish and worship you every single second of every single day. Thank you for choosing me ten years ago and even more importantly, for choosing me today. I love you so much, my bride.â
You and Jaehyun havenât broken eye contact once throughout his whole speech, but yours are shimmering and flooded with tears which are slowly cascading down your pink cheeks.
âJ â Jae,â you cry, at a complete loss for words.Â
Jaehyun doesnât verbally respond. He just lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips for a kiss before resting them against his cheek.Â
Following his lead, you forgo trying to produce sound and tug him into his seat by the hand before grabbing his face so you can kiss the daylights out of him. He squeaks and giggles at the abrupt movements, but it soon becomes a content hum as you ardently slot your mouths together as if youâre the only ones in the room.Â
Your foreheads remain together even once you part as a pair of gleaming smiles appear.Â
âI didnât prepare anything to say back,â you complain as your voice cracks.
Jaehyun shakes his head.
âYou donât need to.â
âI love you so fucking much.â
He chuckles and steals another quick smooch.
Everyone elseâs been clapping since the moment Jaehyun stopped talking, but you two stay in your own little world until he kisses the tip of your nose and pulls back.
Jungkookâs always known Jaehyun to have a way with words, and heâs spoken about his unconditional love for you at least a million times over the years, but even heâs taken aback by his twinâs profound candor.Â
Itâs a blaring reminder why Jaehyunâs the one sitting beside you today. His brotherâs an amazing person, and only someone as noble as him should have the honor of calling himself your husband.
The remainder of the evening all goes according to plan and everyone seems to be having a great time. Even Jungkook, because despite his heart slowly withering and dying in his chest, he always enjoys spending time and goofing around with you and Jaehyun.Â
A couple hours into the reception, he feels a tug on his arm while heâs standing at the bar and upon turning around, he finds you eagerly pulling him towards the dance floor.Â
âCâmon. You owe me a dance, big brother.â
âYuck,â Jungkook overdramatically shouts, but he still allows you to lead him away.Â
An early 2000s ballad is playing that Jungkook faintly recognizes as you place one hand on his shoulder and he steals your other so you can sway chest to chest to the beat of the music. Neither of you speak for about a minute or so, but the silence isnât uncomfortable or awkward. Nothing ever is with you two.Â
âIs tonight everything you were hoping for?â Jungkook asks you.Â
When you glance up to meet his eyes, your effervescent smile reveals the answer before you verbalize it.
âItâs a dream come true,â you proclaim. âIâve never been happier in my whole life.â
Jungkook canât resist mirroring your grin.Â
âIâm really glad, Cupcake.â
âI mean, it was basically impossible for today to be anything but the best day ever.â Before you continue, Jungkook drops his hand from the small of your back so he can twirl you around. âIâm surrounded by all my favorite people in the world. I canât ask for anything more than that.âÂ
âLetâs see⌠your mom, dad, Jae, best friend, cousin ââ
âYou.â
Your interruption isnât necessarily surprising, but it still mentally stops Jungkook in his tracks, and he has to fight to hide all the emotions swimming in his irises.Â
âI donât know if Iâm worthy of such an honor.â
âOf course, you are,â you argue. âYouâve never been just Jaeâs brother to me. You know that, donât you?â Jungkook softly nods. âYouâre⌠my Kookie.â
The idea of being your anything lights Jungkookâs heart on fire.Â
âNow that is my greatest honor,â Jungkook sincerely declares.
You two exchange matching smiles at the same time the first song ends and fades into the next.Â
âSweetheart, Iâm over here!â Jaehyun calls from across the room, causing you and Jungkook to turn in his direction. Your groomâs sporting a playful grin while posing with his hands on his hips. âDid you get us mixed up again?â
Without missing a beat, you theatrically gasp and clap your hand over your mouth before looking between him and Jungkook.
âDammit, not again!â You stomp your foot like a child and cross your arms over your chest. âYou would think after a decade Iâd be better at this.âÂ
Jaehyun clicks his tongue a couple times along with a disappointed head shake.Â
âWhat am I gonna do with you, huh?âÂ
His gag comes to an end when he simply canât resist sending you an affectionate smile that turns his eyes into crescents and paints his ears red. Â
You look at Jungkook to ask if itâs alright to conclude your dance so soon, but heâs already nodding towards his brother to give you permission.Â
âYou sure?â
ââCourse. Go celebrate with your husband,â he tells you.
âWell, thank you for the dance.â As youâre strolling away, you turn around to continue speaking. âYou know, most of my bridesmaids are single.â Jungkookâs eyes almost roll out of his skull. âGo get âem, tiger.â
âYeah, yeah. Weâll see.â
He watches you collide with Jaehyun, who immediately grabs your waist to lift you a few inches off the ground while you both squeal in excitement.Â
In truth, Jungkook could use a good fuck right about now. Heâs sure one of the single women here tonight would be more than willing to go home with him or at the very least sneak off to the bathroom, but he just canât bring himself to try.Â
Back in college, after accepting his feelings for you were here to stay, he threw himself into the bed of any woman who would pull the sheets back for him. He used sex as an outlet for all his pent up emotions.Â
It didnât work. Even when he was balls deep in someone else, all he could think about and picture was you. To his benefit, he still tried time and time again. His body count reached triple digits before he finally came to the conclusion he needs healthier coping skills.Â
He still uses sex to let off steam every now and then, but it isnât always because of you anymore. Life just gets stressful sometimes and they donât call it a release for no reason.Â
Jungkookâs smarter about his hook ups these days. Rather than fucking to forget you, he hits it from the back while shoving the womanâs face into his pillows so he can pretend she is you. He knows it isnât right, and that he should probably see a damn therapist, but it helps.Â
Ironically, and maybe disturbingly, thinking about you and Jaehyun having sex eases his mind a little. Because what you and his twin look like in the bedroom is exactly what he and you would look like, down to the last DNA molecule.Â
It might seem contradictory to others, but his heartâs a convoluted, fucked up labyrinth.Â
The last time he sees you and Jaehyun that evening is right before last call. You two are sitting at the head table with your knees touching as you giggle over a shared slice of cake.Â
Jaehyun spots Jungkook from across the room, where heâs strolling away from the uncle heâs been reminiscing with for the last twenty minutes or so.
âKook!â He calls with a wave.Â
Jungkook quickly changes directions to greet you both and upon reaching the table, he pulls a chair out to sit opposite you.Â
âWhatâs up, Mr. and Mrs?â
âNightâs almost over. Wanted to make sure you had fun,â Jaehyun states before taking another bite.Â
âYou kidding?â Jungkook scoffs. âI got to watch my twin brother marry the greatest girl in the world. It was the best day ever.âÂ
Sentiments arenât usually Jungkookâs forte. Even his speech earlier was tough to utter out loud. Him and Jaehyun never vocalize their love for each other because they donât need words to communicate. So, although it couldnât be more true, it tastes foreign rolling off his tongue.Â
âOkay, but besides that,â you interject. âDid you like the cake?â
You point to the dessert with your fork while playfully raising an eyebrow.Â
âYeah, it was great. Why?âÂ
âBecause I made it,â you proudly chirp.Â
Jungkook gawks.
âYou made your own wedding cake? Isnât that against the rules or something?â
When his comment makes you laugh, Jungkook does his best to ignore the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.Â
âWell, Iâm the best baker I know! Plus it gave me something to focus on besides my nerves right before the wedding.â
If thereâs one thing Jungkook knows, itâs that youâre absolutely the best baker. You have been since he met you a decade ago, hence where the inspiring sketch for his nickname for you comes from. Every recipe you create features a little doodle of that particular treat.Â
You have a business degree, just like him and Jaehyun, so one day you can achieve your lifelong dream of owning a bakery. For now, you work from your household kitchen and accept orders from friends, family, or people who find you through social media. Since Jaehyunâs now the youngest executive at their fatherâs company, his salaryâs more than enough to cover all the expenses until youâre ready.Â
One of Jungkookâs favorite things about visiting your house is the sweet treats always lying around. Not to mention you often use him and Jaehyun as taste testers.Â
âWell, shit. No wonder it was so fucking delicious,â Jungkook declares.Â
Jaehyun takes that as a cue to pass him an extra slice and Jungkook gladly accepts, eliciting a proud snicker from you.Â
Before digging in, Jungkook scoops up a sizable piece and lifts his fork.Â
âTo the Jeons?âÂ
You and Jaehyun both flash blinding smiles in his direction before raising your own forks in the air.Â
âJeon Jaehyun, Jeon Jungkook, and Jeon Y/N,â Jaehyun recites. âI sure like the sound of that.â
âMe, too,â you agree while gazing at your husband like he hung the stars in the sky.
The three of you clink your utensils together and eat in perfect sync, prompting a unanimous moan of delight over the taste.
âFuck, thatâs so good,â Jaehyun mumbles with a mouthful of cake. Â
Jungkook concurs by aggressively nodding his head along with the signature expression you call his âgood food face.â
The familiar sight almost makes you choke when you start laughing prior to finishing the bite. You tell him all the time thereâs just something about his forehead scrunching up and his eyebrows pinching together like heâs furious that tickles your funny bone. Especially considering itâs the exact opposite emotion of how heâs actually feeling.Â
âYouâre lucky, Jae. You get to eat the best desserts in Seoul free of charge for the rest of your life,â Jungkook tells his brother.Â
You snort.
âOh, and Iâll make you pay for them?âÂ
âYou never know!â Jungkook has to dodge when you gingerly chuck a napkin at him. âListen, when you own some big shot bakery in the city you wonât have time to bake for small fry like me.âÂ
âKookie, I literally bake an extra half dozen of everything I make to account for how many youâll steal,â you retort.
He smiles so big his eyes disappear, making it impossible to continue arguing his point because his heartâs doing backflips and somersaults. The thought of you doing something specifically for him is enough to heal almost all the scars of his unrequited love.Â
Almost.Â
Because five years later as heâs sneaking into a large banquet hall so no one realizes heâs ten minutes late, his heart still skips a beat when he spots you standing alone near the back.Â
As always, you look utterly showstopping in a shimmery, navy gown with your hair styled up in an elegant ponytail.Â
You donât notice him at first because youâre focused on the introduction of your beloved husband for his big speech tonight. Jungkook uses the opportunity to admire you for a moment without any interruptions. Youâre not doing anything special or particularly interesting, but your radiant smile and sparkling eyes alone are a better sight than he could ever pay for.Â
In the midst of his shameless gawking, you turn your head and discover him by the door. Your face lights up with a wide, toothy grin while you enthusiastically wave him over.Â
Jungkook canât help but mirror the expression as he swiftly traverses the room to reach you near the long tables of refreshments.Â
âHey, Cupcake,â he whispers before paying attention to the stage just in time for Jaehyun to step out from behind the wings.Â
Your friendly smile totally shifts when Jaehyun appears; becoming what can only be described as the glow of someone still profoundly in love even after fifteen years together.Â
âHi, Kookie.âÂ
Despite returning his greeting, you donât look away from where Jaehyunâs shaking hands with the event organizer and getting comfortable behind the podium.Â
His brother then clears his throat and flashes the crowd a cordial, humble grin.Â
âGood evening, ladies and gentlemen,â he begins. âThis is a very new experience for me, so I ask that you hold any hysterical laughter at my expense until the end of the speech.âÂ
A harmonious chuckle rolls through the room and itâs clear the audience is already charmed by Jaehyun.Â
Jungkook canât blame them. Ever since his twin took over as CEO following their dadâs retirement four years ago, heâs naturally come into his own and become a shining star of the corporate world. He couldnât be prouder of Jaehyun and thatâs the sole reason heâs attending an event like this.Â
Itâs a fundraiser for a new non-profit organization Jeon Industries is partnering with and even though Jaehyun repeatedly claimed he didnât need to come to hear his speech, Jungkook wouldnât miss one of his brotherâs achievements for the world, no matter how insignificant.Â
âJae was so nervous beforehand he almost walked out of the house with two left shoes,â you lean over to inform Jungkook.Â
The familiar behavior of his twin whenever heâs nervous produces a knowing, affectionate smile.
âOf course, he did.âÂ
You finally glance over after his reply and even warmly squeeze his bicep.Â
âThank you for coming.â Jaehyunâs speech falls to the back of his mind once it ventures into administrative mumbo-jumbo. âHe loves to downplay his accomplishments and the more loved ones I shove in his face, the less heâs able to get away with it.âÂ
Jungkook chuckles.
âAnytime.âÂ
After reaching behind him to snag a dessert from the table, he casually pops the pastry into his mouth. Except it ends up tasting so damn delicious he almost moans out loud.Â
He settles on just a quiet grunt while rolling his eyes and pointing at his mouth so you understand whatâs causing such a response. But once he swallows, he faces you to demand an explanation.
âHoly shit. Where did the company get these?âÂ
One corner of your mouth twitches upwards.Â
âWhere do you think?â
Jungkookâs lips instantly form a shocked O as his eyes flicker between you and all the baked goods.Â
âNo!â You respond with a proud, avid nod. âOh, Cupcake. Thatâs amazing!â
âThe one you tried is my newest recipe.âÂ
âWait, thereâs no way you baked all these in your kitchen. Did you?â
The table is drowning in sweet treats and although you and Jaehyun now live in a rather grand estate, all this would demand no less than an industrial-sized kitchen.
âNo, the company rented a space for me,â you explain. âI still had to prepare everything myself, though. It was insane.â
Jungkookâs positively beaming while you talk about the process because baking on a large scale is your dream and he canât believe itâs finally coming true.
âIâm so fucking proud of you.âÂ
When you meet his gaze again, he notices a light pink blush on your cheeks.Â
âThanks, Kookie.â
You both revert your full attention back to Jaehyun as the end of his speech approaches. At least until Jungkook leans over to whisper another comment.
âI should really wear burgundy more often,â he ponders aloud. âJae looks like a fucking model.âÂ
As if you havenât been staring at your husband all night long, your eyes slowly rake over his figure before you lick your lips and nod in agreement.Â
Jaehyunâs sporting a sleek, burgundy suit with a navy dress shirt underneath, presumably to match your dress. He certainly fits the appearance of a CEO from the lavish clothes down to his hair thatâs expertly styled without a single strand out of place.Â
âHe got it tailor made.âÂ
âSo youâre saying Iâll still look like a schmuck regardless of what color I wear?âÂ
You make a noise thatâs a perfect mixture of a huff and a chuckle.
âKookie, youâre the only dive bar owner I know with a face like that. Give me a break.â Another scoff pushes past your lips. âSchmuck,â you tsk.Â
He knows his nerves shouldnât light up like fireworks over you complimenting his features. Youâre married to someone with the exact same face, for Christâs sake. Obviously you find him attractive. It would be slightly concerning if you didnât.
Alas, no amount of logic can stop his bodyâs reaction to your comment.Â
Just then, roaring applause from the conclusion of Jaehyunâs speech diverts his focus as you both join everyone in clapping for him.Â
âThank you all,â Jaehyun announces. âI hope that wasnât too painful.â With his formal speech over and done, he visibly relaxes behind the podium. âI also hope you enjoy the remainder of the evening we have planned for you. Please take some time to mingle and help yourself to the wonderful spread of food and drinks available in the back. I especially recommend trying the delicious desserts made by my beautiful wife, Y/N.âÂ
Your jaw drops at the unexpected shout out, but you quickly force a smile when Jaehyun points at you and half the room turns over their shoulders to look.Â
âI told him not to mention me,â you sing-song once the crowdâs attention is off you.Â
Jungkook snickers.
âCupcake, how long have you known him? Has Jae ever missed an opportunity to brag about you?âÂ
Lo and behold, Jaehyun continues after a moment.
âAnd if you need somewhere to go after, the best bar in town is only a couple blocks away and owned by my twin brother,â he proclaims. âSay hi, Jungkook!â While you burst into hysterical laughter that you muffle with your palm, Jungkook turns beet red and shoots daggers at his twin, but he still waves to the room so no one notices his ire. âIâm aware it can be confusing. So if you think weâre chatting, but it seems like I have no clue what youâre talking about, it might not be me.âÂ
Thankfully, Jaehyunâs humor pulls everyoneâs eyes away so Jungkook can exhale a massive sigh of relief.Â
Youâre still giggling at his expense, but he canât resist smiling despite wanting to throttle his darling brother. He shouldâve known better, just as he told you, since Jaehyun always supports his loved ones regardless of time and place.Â
By the time your laughter dies down, Jaehyunâs exiting the stage and weaving through the crowd in your direction. Heâs stopped by multiple people along his path, but proceeds like a man on a mission by politely excusing himself to all of them.Â
Once heâs close enough, he jogs over to you while you place your hands on your hips and shake your head.
âThat was some stunt you pulled up there,â you teasingly scold him.
Jaehyun ignores your faux indignation with an adoring smile.
âCâmon, baby, you know I can barely go ten minutes without talking about you.â
He effortlessly scoops you up by the waist and your act falls away in an instant as you giggle and rest your forehead on his shoulder, your own arms circling his neck.Â
âIâm so proud of you, honey,â you whisper while running your fingers through the short hair at his nape.
Jaehyunâs smile grows before he nuzzles his face against your throat to make you laugh again.Â
âCouldnât have done it without you, sweetheart.â Your feet soon return to the ground, but Jaehyun still keeps you in his embrace. âWas it alright?â
âIt was perfect, Jae.âÂ
âYeah? I didnât talk too fast or anything?âÂ
One of your hands travels from his shoulder to his cheek.
âNot at all. It was the speech to end all speeches.â
Your reassurance, however playful, causes Jaehyun to breathe a sigh of relief.Â
He steals a quick kiss and lets you go, but you two instinctively lace your fingers together so youâre still connected. You both turn towards Jungkook next, who immediately opens his arms for a congratulatory hug.
âYou did great, bro,â Jungkook assures Jaehyun with a pat on the back.
After they part, Jaehyun returns to your side and rests his hand on your lower back.Â
âThanks, Kook. I really appreciate you coming out. You didnât need to.âÂ
âLike I would ever want to miss all this?â Jungkook gestures to the massive crowd of blue and black suits standing around chit chatting. âYou know I just adore the corporate world.â Jaehyun laughs at his brotherâs signature sarcasm. âIn all seriousness, I couldnât not be here.âÂ
âWell, I hope you stay a while and indulge in all the food. Thereâs no chance the people here will finish everything.â Â
âOh, no worries, Iâm about to clean you out of desserts.â
âNo, you will not.â You cross your arms over your chest for dramatic effect even though itâs impossible for you to appear intimidating. âI made those for the guests. If you want some, Iâll bake you a separate batch.âÂ
Jungkook melodramatically clutches his heart.
âYou would do that? For me?âÂ
You roll your eyes.Â
âIf it keeps you from demolishing my pastries.âÂ
Before you two can prolong your little skit, Jaehyun grabs your attention.
âAre you ready to schmooze with me?â You nod assuredly and he turns to Jungkook next. âWill we see you once weâre done or do you have to dip?âÂ
âNah, I gotta get to the bar,â he answers. âItâs restock night so I need to do inventory.âÂ
Jaehyun frowns while closing the distance between them for another hug.
âThatâs too bad, but thank you again for being here. And please take some food to go. Grab some for Jennie, too.â
âYou got it,â Jungkook replies. âWeâre still on for lunch tomorrow, right? Same time as usual?â
âYeah, yeah. Of course. Iâll pick you up at your place,â Jaehyun confirms.Â
Following their farewell, you step forward to hug Jungkook as well.Â
âLove you. Iâll see you soon,â you tell him, as always.
âLove you, too, Cupcake.âÂ
After you unwind yourself from the embrace, you rejoin Jaehyun whoâs already reaching out for you to take his hand. He kisses your knuckles once you're beside him again before you stroll away together to interact with all the guests.Â
A deep sigh leaves Jungkookâs lungs as he surveys the table of expensive food and beverages. He knows he should listen to his brother and take some with him, especially considering he didnât eat much earlier because he was too busy ordering new supplies for the bar. Alas, something inside always puts up resistance to the idea of mooching off Jaehyun, or more so his business.Â
Perhaps itâs silly, but ever since becoming a business owner himself he feels the need to constantly stand on his own two feet. Even when whatâs being offered is just some hors dâoeuvres from a fundraiser. Although, Jungkook does steal a couple more desserts before exiting the hall straight into the cold night air.Â
His motorcycleâs currently in the shop for a tune up, hence why Jaehyunâs picking him up tomorrow for their monthly lunch. So, until further notice, heâs stuck traversing the five long blocks between him and his dive bar, Kookieâs.Â
Jungkook never really dreamed of running a bar or even owning a business. He only chose to get a business degree in college because itâs the most versatile and he wasnât sure what he wanted. But after seeing an ad three years ago for a bar going into foreclosure, something just kept nudging him until he finally applied for a loan to purchase the building.Â
Now itâs practically his baby, and he does everything within his power to make it the best establishment it can be. He adores his staff, loves the location, and even enjoys mingling with regulars whenever he visits during business hours.Â
The doorbell dings overhead as he strolls in from the street and the patrons surrounding the entrance all glance over to see whoâs entering. Upon realizing itâs none other than Jungkook, they begin hollering and cheering while some raise their bottles in his direction.Â
âJeon! Didnât know you were coming in tonight,â a frequent flyer, Felix, declares.
He successfully maintains his composure even though the warm welcome turns the tips of his ears pink.Â
As he passes by to reach the counter, he pats Felix on the shoulder.
âI own the place, bro.âÂ
âTrue,â Felix chuckles. âBut most nights itâs just Jennie running things.â
Jennieâs the bar manager, and also Jungkookâs best friend besides you and Jaehyun. Ironically, they met on Tinder, but when their only date ended in Jungkook drunkenly wailing about being in love with someone he can never have, Jennie unilaterally decided being just friends was the right approach.Â
They have hooked up a fair amount of times over the years, though. Usually after a late night at the bar when their decision making skills wane too much to resist, but it never makes anything awkward between them. Jungkook can not only trust Jennie to run his business, but to keep him grounded and lend a shoulder to cry on whenever he needs it.Â
He strives to do the same in return and seeing as theyâve been friends for close to ten years, he believes heâs doing an okay job.Â
Sheâs currently at the register counting cash so she can add some to the bartenderâs tip jar. Itâs a well-known fact people tip more when thereâs already money in there.Â
Jungkook raps his knuckles against the wood to force her eyes up, which she does with a lighthearted chuckle.
âWhatcha doing here, boss? Thought you had Jaehyunâs event tonight.âÂ
âI did, but I left after his speech,â Jungkook explains.Â
âI told you I can do inventory myself,â she argues.
The register slams shut before she raises a challenging eyebrow at him. Jungkook decides to play cute; pursing his lips, tilting his head, and leaning his body on the bar.Â
âCanât I just miss you?âÂ
âHa!â Jennie rounds the counter and shoves his shoulder so he stands up straight again. âIf youâre here, then you better get to work.âÂ
She tosses him the keys to the office and he stumbles back a bit in an effort to catch them.Â
Jennieâs objectively gorgeous. Anyone with eyes will come to that conclusion after just a single glance. Heâs also certain theyâd be great together and could easily make each other happy for the rest of their lives. The only issue is Jungkook canât bring himself to cross that divide. He cares about her too much to do so when his feelings for you are impermeable.
Even though heâll never have a chance to be with you, Jennie doesnât deserve to be anyoneâs second choice.Â
âDamn, Jen, youâre feisty tonight,â he teases.Â
Her feet are already carrying her in the opposite direction, towards the kitchen behind the bar, but she still tosses a reply over her shoulder. Â
âYou would be too after the night Iâve had.â
Jungkookâs brow scrunches and he immediately forgoes the playful attitude to follow her.
âHey, wait!â Upon catching up, he gently grabs her elbow to halt her steps. âWhat does that mean? What happened?â
Jennieâs chewing on her lower lip and Jungkook knows her well enough to understand she doesnât want to answer, but heâs not about to let up.
âIt was this guy. A newbie Iâve never seen before,â she explains. âLetâs just say he didnât respect me very much as the manager. Or at all.â
âExcuse me?â A flame sparks in Jungkookâs chest. âWhat did he do? Are you hurt?â
On instinct, the hand on her elbow slides up to her shoulder as his eyes frantically inspect her for injuries.Â
Sheâs plenty used to Jungkook being protective. A female manager in the bar scene isnât exactly common and it can cause issues when drunk, belligerent men are involved. So, she reaches across her body to push his arm off while sending him a reassuring smile.
âHe didnât touch me, Kook,â she clarifies. âJust acted like a complete asshole.â A grateful sigh passes through his lips. âBut his card was already on file so I flagged him in the system.â
âGood.â Jungkook sucks in air between his teeth and pinches the bridge of his nose. âThatâs good.âÂ
âDonât ââÂ
âIâm sorry I wasnât here.â
ââ apologize.â
âJen, Iâm your boss. Whether you like it or not, itâs my responsibility if you get harassed at work.â
âYeah, well, whether you like it or not Iâm a big girl who can handle herself.â She sighs and crosses her arms. âYou donât have to treat me like Iâm fragile.â
That causes him to hesitate because he doesnât want to say the wrong thing. Sheâs right, and they both know it, but nothing will ever stop Jungkook from worrying about someone he cares about.Â
âItâs not about you being fragile,â he counters. âI would just never forgive myself if something happened to you.â Thereâs a brief pause before he pivots tactics. âI mean, youâre my best friend. Pardon me for giving a shit.âÂ
Jennie laughs and her tense features soften a little.
âI appreciate it, Kook. You know I do. But some faith in me would be nice.â
Jungkook disagreeably shakes his head.Â
âI believe in you more than anyone, Jen.â
This is a common debate between them. When Jungkook first opened Kookieâs, he asked Jennie to be the bartender since sheâd worked as one in college. But once the bar became something more substantial, he needed help with the administrative tasks as opposed to pouring drinks.Â
Jungkook wanted to hire someone externally, but Jennie begged him to give her the job instead. She claimed she knew the place front to back and anyone else wouldnât be as efficient as her, which he truly couldnât deny.Â
He wasnât hesitant because of a lack of trust in her to run things in his absence, but due to situations like this. Her safety and wellbeing are far more important to him than his business.Â
Obviously, he eventually relented, and Jennieâs been the manager for over two years now. She does an outstanding job, but Jungkook still hovers and it makes her feel like he doesnât find her capable enough for the role.Â
But since theyâre best friends above all else, they can argue about the same topic over and over again without any love lost.Â
âIf thatâs true, then go home and let me finish the inventory,â she suggests.Â
The idea causes Jungkook to click his tongue and rest his hands on his hips, but he knows sheâll throttle him if he doesnât agree.Â
âAlright. You take care of inventory, but Iâll run the front. Just in case that asshole decides to come back.â
âDeal.â They both relax following the consensus, each of them leaning against one of the steel counters in the kitchen. âSo, why did you actually leave your brotherâs thing early?âÂ
Jungkook pretends to be clueless by gently shaking his head.
âThere wasn't one.â
âUh huh.â
Although Jennie isnât aware of Jungkookâs affection for you specifically, she knows something, or someone, in his life leaves him with an unrelenting ache.Â
âWhatever. Get to work, subordinate.âÂ
Jennie gawks and chucks a dish towel at him that he seamlessly catches and uses to give her a noogie. She shrieks in response while pushing his chest, but Jungkook doesnât stop until her hair looks like she was electrocuted.Â
She huffs in frustration while Jungkook merely strolls out of the kitchen with a lingering laugh trailing behind him.Â
The night concludes without a hitch, which gives Jennie bragging rights about Jungkook having nothing to worry about. Sheâs still working on the inventory when he locks the door and flips off the neon âOPENâ sign in the window, but she manages to convince him to go home.Â
âYou sure youâll be alright here alone?â Jungkook asks a couple feet from the door.Â
âIf you ask me that one more time, you wonât be alright,â she threatens with a faux cordial smile.Â
He knows she means it, so he sighs in defeat and does his signature two-finger salute before turning on his heel to leave. Â
Less than twelve hours later, Jungkookâs waiting for Jaehyun outside his apartment for their monthly lunch. Itâs a tradition they erected soon after college once they both entered the workforce. Unlike school, thereâs no guarantee of seeing one another so they grab a meal together at least once a month.Â
Of course, regardless of their plans, they usually hang out a couple times a week.Â
Being a twin has a lot of perks, but the biggest one is having a built-in best friend.Â
When a long black sedan pulls up in front of him, he doesnât bat an eye since Jaehyun drives a sleek Mercedes just as he always has. But then the back window rolls down to reveal none other than his twin sporting a proud smirk.
âHop in, broski,â Jaehyun chuckles.
Alternatively, Jungkookâs face drops into an incredulous glare.
âYouâre kidding.â
Despite being a CEO, Jaehyun doesnât really conform to the lifestyle of a filthy rich 30-something. For instance, he allows a driver to bring him from place to place for work purposes, but insists on using his own car for everything else.Â
âLook, my meeting ran long and I didnât have time to switch cars.â
âYouâre making me look bad, you know. Iâm a small business owner. I canât be seen fraternizing with the enemy,â Jungkook complains.Â
Jaehyun laughs again with an affectionate head shake.
âIâll make my driver park around the block. Câmon.â
Jungkook relents following an overdramatic huff, but he still ducks behind a nearby pole to prolong the ruse that they shouldnât be seen together. After quickly gazing in both directions and putting his hands up in a gun shape, he scurries over to the car before throwing the door open and front-rolling inside as fast as he can.Â
Meanwhile, poor Jaehyunâs nearly in tears from the hysterical laughter overtaking him.Â
âYouâre such a fucking idiot,â he manages to comment between giggles.
The driver pulls away from the curb while Jaehyunâs busy drying the corners of his eyes and Jungkookâs settling in his seat.Â
Even though Jaehyunâs been CEO of Jeon Industries for years at this point, Jungkookâs never ridden in the company car. At least not since childhood when theyâd occasionally join their parents for an event.Â
He observes the lush interior with wide, curious eyes while running his hands along the leather and buttons. When he presses down on the one right below the lock, a thick piece of black glass rises from between the two front seats and severs their connection with the driver.
âDamn! Even a partition?â He cheers.Â
Jaehyun nods and leans back against the corner seat so he can face his brother.Â
âHell yeah. I told you being a company man isnât the worst thing in the world.â
âYeah, yeah.â Jungkook flicks the glass and the sound echoes, telling him it really is as soundproof as they claim. âHuh. So how many times have you and Y/NâŚâ
His hands gesture towards the partition and then the backseat, and Jaehyun immediately understands whatâs being asked. He rolls his eyes like itâs a ridiculous question, but Jungkook just sends him a straight-faced, disbelieving look and soon enough Jaehyun smirks because he knows heâs been caught red handed.Â
âAbout half a dozen. Give or take,â he answers.Â
Jungkook snorts.
âFreaks.â
âYah, youâre the one asking about your brotherâs sex life.â The two share a laugh before Jaehyun changes topics. âDid you enjoy the fundraiser?â
âI mean, you know thatâs not my scene. But I loved hearing your speech and Y/Nâs desserts were out of this world.â
The mere mention of you pulls an endeared, lovesick sigh out of Jaehyun.
âWerenât they? She worked so fucking hard and Iâm just⌠in complete awe of her. As always.âÂ
A bright smile naturally spreads across Jungkookâs face. Whenever he hears Jaehyun rave about you he canât help but feel cheerful. At least if he canât have you, the best man in the entire world does. Plus, his twinâs happiness means more to him than both his own or anyone elseâs.Â
âSheâs going to be a big name baker in no time,â Jungkook predicts.Â
Jaehyun agreeably nods before a thought causes his head to tick to the side.
âWait, did you try anything else? You know, the actual food?â Jungkook realizes heâs been discovered and attempts to cover his tracks with a cough, but his brother knows better. âKook,â he scolds him.
âListen ââÂ
âNo, you listen.â Jaehyun fully turns towards him by bending one knee and resting it on the seat. âI know you donât jive with this world.â He points around the car for emphasis. âAnd I know you equate taking anything from it with accepting charity, but thatâs bullshit.â Jaehyun inhales to collect his thoughts before continuing. âWeâre both business owners, yeah?â Jungkook nods. âThen it doesnât matter how much profit our respective places make or that I run a corporation and you own a bar. Youâve worked just as hard as I have regardless of the industry youâre in. In fact, you probably worked harder than me to achieve everything you have now. Sure, I paid my dues at the company, but I was always going to take over as CEO after dad retired. You chased a dream; built something from the ground up thatâs absolutely thriving. So there's no shame in possibly needing my or anybodyâs help, business related or not.âÂ
Obviously, this conversation has nothing to do with food. This is something thatâs been building for years because of Jungkookâs refusal to accept anything from Jaehyun, their parents, or anybody else since the moment they graduated from university.Â
At first, it was because Jungkook felt like he had something to prove. Right after school, Jaehyun joined Jeon Industries while Jungkook floated from one well-meaning job to another. So, he thought he needed to show everyone, or maybe just himself, that he can stand on his own without his familyâs wealth.Â
Purchasing Kookieâs changed his perspective since there was no longer any doubt, self imposed or otherwise, that he could succeed by himself. But Jaehyun was already CEO by then and so his resistance shifted into something more akin to insecurity. Because while he had to take out a sizable loan to kickstart the business, a single paycheck of Jaehyunâs couldâve covered both the building and renovations.Â
Which he offered to do without an ounce of hesitation when Jungkook originally told him his plan.Â
Although he knows his brother meant well and he always appreciates Jaehyunâs support, he left the conversation feeling like he would never be enough. Itâs not as though Kookieâs will ever bring in even a quarter of the profit Jeon Industries does, and that reignited his determination to prove he doesnât need anyone but himself. Â
Jaehyun doesnât view the situation like Jungkook does and thatâs where this grandstandâs coming from. He believes in both Jungkookâs choices and abilities as a businessman more than anyone and finds it ridiculous to compare two polar opposite careers. He also knows if the roles were reversed Jungkook would never shy away from helping him out.
âYou just donât get it, Jae,â he argues.Â
âBut I do, Kook. I understand putting your pride first and Iâm not asking you to accept any handouts. I just want you to give yourself some grace, okay?â Jaehyun lays a hand on Jungkookâs shoulder. âYouâre a goddamn bona fide success story if Iâve ever seen one and leaning on the people around you will never erase that.âÂ
Jungkook sighs while fiddling with his fingers in his lap, but soon enough his lips pull upwards into a smile.Â
âThanks, Jae. That means a lot coming from you.â
When he glances up again, Jaehyunâs wearing an identical grin.Â
âIt shouldnât. Iâm just some new money nepo baby,â he counters.Â
The clever deflection leaves them both laughing as Jaehyun pats Jungkookâs shoulder again before retracting his hand.Â
Jaehyunâs words resonate with Jungkook despite his prior stubbornness about the topic. He isnât sure what it is about this specific conversation, but the weight he constantly carries on his shoulders feels a little lighter.
âYou know I love you, right?â Jungkook asks.Â
His twin smiles so wide his eyes become little crescents and Jungkook instantly mirrors the expression.Â
âAlways,â he assures him. âAnd I love you.âÂ
The two men happily giggle together, but after a moment Jaehyunâs face falls and his eyes grow cartoonishly wide. Jungkook notices the abrupt change right away, causing his eyebrows to kiss with confusion.
âWha ââÂ
âKook, get down!âÂ
Everything happens too fast to distinguish the proper order of events. All Jungkook registers is Jaehyun tackling him straight to the floor, an ear-piercing crash and the sound of metal scraping, and an unbelievable amount of pressure surrounding him.Â
After that itâs just pitch black nothingness.Â
A blinding, fluorescent light is what returns to Jungkookâs field of vision first. The bright white color overheard forces him to gradually blink his eyes open in order to accommodate the stark difference.Â
Thereâs also a steady beep and low hum coming from somewhere in the room, but heâs still too disoriented to make sense of left or right, up and down.Â
He groans and tries twisting his head, but his neck, and quite frankly, his entire body, feels stiff. When he finally manages to accomplish the task, he notices Jaehyun lying in a bed parallel to his own.Â
On sheer instinct, his hand stretches out towards his twin.Â
âJa ââÂ
âOh, youâre awake,â someone exclaims.Â
Jungkook turns to locate the owner of the unfamiliar voice and finds a young nurse standing at the foot of his bed.Â
âWhere am I?âÂ
âYouâre at Seoul National Hospital,â she calmly explains. âDo you know why you're here?âÂ
The fleeting, vivid memory of Jaehyun shouting his name flashes across his mind, but there isnât much else.Â
âNot really,â he answers.Â
âYou were in a car accident earlier and the paramedics brought you in.âÂ
âOh.â That certainly tracks with the sounds and sensations he felt before passing out. âWhat about my ââ
âSir, I apologize, but thereâs something else.â Jungkook looks at her expectantly, but she seems too nervous to speak as her fingers cling to the edges of her clipboard. âYourâŚâ She gulps. âSir, Iâm so very sorry to tell you this, but⌠but your brother didnât survive the crash.âÂ
For a singular moment in time, Jungkookâs mind, the world, and maybe even the heavens go hauntingly silent.Â
Then all at once everything becomes total and utter chaos.Â
Sirens, warning bells, screaming, alarms, whatever torturous noises may exist in this world all blare inside his skull until he believes itâll explode from the pressure. He canât think, hear, or see straight and somehow his body feels both weightless and heavier than a skyscraper.Â
âWhat⌠what did you⌠you just say?â He stutters in fear.
âSir ââÂ
âNo, no. Thatâs not possible.â An extreme sense of panic is beginning to overtake him to the point he doesnât even feel like heâs inside his own skin anymore. âThat canât be. He canât be.â
It isnât possible because that would mean heâs alone. That his other half, the matching piece of him which makes him whole, the person he shares a soul with⌠is gone.Â
How could he ever survive in that condition? He doesnât even know who he is without his twin.Â
Nothing is the only answer that comes to mind.
âSir, just try to stay calm. Why donât you tell me your name?âÂ
The question completely catches him off guard.
âMy name?âÂ
Heâs having difficulty breathing and the room seems to be twisting and turning in different directions all around him, but sheâs concerned with administrative details?
âYes, focusing on something will help,â she claims. âPlus, we need to know for identification purposes. You and your brotherâs wallets got thrown around during the crash so we havenât been able to tell you apart.â
A contradicting mixture of confusion and enlightenment breaks through the black cloud hovering above him as he slowly discerns what that means.
So far heâs the only person who knows what happened. His parents, family, and friends have no idea which twin survived. At this very moment, he exists only in a limbo outside the real world where both he and Jaehyun are simultaneously alive and dead.Â
Once he utters his name, the glass will shatter, and heâll have to face reality. Not just him, though, but everyone. Which meansâŚ
Oh, god. You.Â
A horrifying vision of you crumbling into a heap on the ground while you scream as loud as your lungs will let you whirls around his mind until itâs all he can imagine. He can picture exactly how your face will contort in agony as salty tears stain your cheeks and suddenly only one notion crosses his mind.Â
That he would do anything to ensure that never happens.
âJaehyun,â he whispers without a second thought. âIâm Jaehyun.â
Itâs the stupidest, most reckless, and unhinged decision heâs ever made, but he doesnât have any other choice. Not when he refuses to let his premonition come true. He has to protect you; shield you from the truth so you wonât ever have to feel the emotions heâs experiencing right now.
âJaehyun,â the nurse repeats. âSo, this is Jungkook?âÂ
She gestures to the other bed and Jungkook turns to see his brother for the first time since she told him. He honestly just looks to be sleeping, but after focusing more on Jaehyunâs appearance, he notices the cuts and bruises all over his face and exposed arm.Â
It almost feels like sheâs asking to give him one last chance to correct his original answer; to right the wrong before itâs solidified. But Jungkook doesnât falter.
âYes, thatâs Jungkook.â
The nurse sighs deeply.
âIâm so sorry for your loss.â
Loss?
No, that doesnât sound right. The word is far too small to hold the weight of his twin. Then again, no word will ever be enough to describe everything that Jaehyun was.Â
She offers him a soft smile while stepping closer to his bedside.Â
âIâll go notify your family and theyâll contact a funeral home who will escort your brother to the morgue.â Jungkook grimaces at the thought of Jaehyun in such a cold, lifeless place. He doesnât belong at a morgue. He belongs with him, you, and their parents. Heâs meant to be somewhere warm and inviting just like he is. Or was. âYouâre medically cleared so once youâre ready, you can join your family outside. You and your brotherâs belongings are in those bags there so please take them with you.â
âWhat are my injuries? I donât feel anything but sore.â
âThatâs normal. You only suffered some minor bruising and superficial cuts,â she announces.Â
That doesnât compute with Jungkook and he begins shaking his head like itâll somehow make sense of what she said.
âHow is it possible for me to walk away almost entirely unscathed when Jungkook didnât even survive the crash?âÂ
The sentence tastes weird coming out of his mouth.Â
Her face falls and she starts chewing on her lower lip and flipping through the pages on her clipboard like sheâs dreading the explanation. Finally, after a couple seconds, she sighs again and offers him a sympathetic look.Â
âAccording to the paramedics, when they found youâŚâ She pauses to inhale. âIt appears your brother shielded you with his body. Between the floorboard and him covering you, it created a pocket of space that kept you safe from the effects of the crash. If he hadnât, itâs highly unlikely either of you wouldâve survived.âÂ
A harsh, violent sob rips through Jungkookâs chest and causes him to choke. He clasps his hand over his mouth when tears begin to endlessly cascade down his face. His heart feels like itâs being forcibly torn from his body and thrown into an incinerator, leaving behind just a shallow husk thatâs drowning in red hot blood from the inside out.Â
All he can think of is Jaehyun using his final moments to do the thing he always did best; protecting him. He suddenly remembers his brotherâs eyes widening upon noticing something over Jungkookâs shoulder and how he didnât hesitate for a second before springing into action.Â
Jaehyun is only dead because Jungkook is alive.Â
But that isnât right. Jungkook refuses to accept it because Jaehyunâs the one who deserves to live. He has a wife, a massive company where people rely on him, and most of all, a heart full of pure gold.Â
After a few minutes of crying so hard his throat hurts, he manages to take some deep breaths and slow the constant flow of tears from his eyes.Â
âSo, then,â he sniffles. âAm I the only person to survive?â
âThatâs right,â she answers. âYour vehicle was hit by a semi-truck while stopped at a red light. The collision caused your car to roll three times before a telephone pole stopped its momentum. Due to the truckâs high speed, it slammed into a nearby building and the driver was killed on impact. No passersby were hurt, though.â
âThen what killed Jungkook wasâŚâ
âBlunt force trauma to the head and internal bleeding.â
Heâs thankful he and Jaehyun traded places so often growing up or else this conversation would be close to impossible without tripping up.Â
âCan I⌠can I stay here with him before I go?âÂ
âOf course. Take all the time you need,â she assures him. âWhen youâre ready, your family will be waiting for you right outside the double doors at the end of the hall.â
Jungkook mindlessly nods before thanking her as she turns to leave. Once sheâs gone and the door shuts with a soft click, he attempts to sit up for the first time.Â
His equilibrium is still skewed and an intense wave of vertigo gives him pause for a moment, but he eventually manages to swing his legs over the edge of the mattress and straighten his spine.Â
His eyes remain fixed on the floor tiles while his mind filters through millions of different thoughts like a jukebox of misery. He starts to wonder if his loved ones know yet and if so, how they reacted. His heart shatters all over again at the idea of his mother and father finding out one of them is gone. They loved him and Jaehyun more than life itself and he canât even begin to fathom the anguish theyâll be in.Â
For a fleeting moment, an ugly, twisted thought occurs to him.Â
Will people be relieved? Not necessarily that he died, but that Jaehyunâs the one who survived.Â
Will you be relieved?Â
You have to be, right? When you found out they were in an accident and one of them didnât make it, you mustâve breathed a sigh of relief after hearing your beloved husband is alive.Â
He certainly wouldnât blame you if you did.
What Jungkook doesnât know is that although heâs correct about his parents, he couldnât be more wrong about your reaction.Â
As soon as the nurse uttered the syllables of his name, their poor mother let out a horrific shriek and collapsed into her husband, who was too shocked to do anything but catch her with a face entirely devoid of emotion. Similarly, you screamed bloody murder into your palms before dropping into a chair and pulling your knees to your chest so you could hysterically wail into your jeans.Â
It never occurred to you to feel even an ounce of relief because it wasnât about which twin survived; losing either of them was too much to bear.Â
Back in the hospital room, Jungkook finally lifts his eyes up until they land on Jaehyun. His brother still looks perfectly at peace tucked under the soft, white sheet.Â
A piece of him wishes he could just remain here forever and convince himself Jaehyunâs only sleeping. In all honesty, heâd rather stay until his twinâs body is nothing but bones than live in the outside world without him.Â
But he canât do that because people out there need him. Well, they need Jaehyun. Thatâs the reason heâs going to live on as him.
His eyes water again as he observes his precious brother lying just ahead of him and soon enough his chest begins shaking from the intensity of his cries.Â
âYouâre such an idiot, Jae,â he croaks. âWhy the fuck would you do that? Why would you⌠why would you save me?â Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. âYou have so many people who rely on you. You have Y/N, for Christâs sake. Why would you protect me when they need you?â His words are coming out muffled due to his forceful sobs, but it doesnât matter because no one else can hear him. âMy life isnât worth yours, Jae. Not even close.â He methodically swipes at his eyes, but the tears are unrelenting. âYou shouldâve been the one to survive, not me⌠never me.â Before Jungkook can even register his body moving, he drops to his knees beside Jaehyunâs bed and grabs his hand. Itâs involuntary; like theyâre a pair of magnets always meant to attract each other. Jungkook presses his forehead to his twinâs knuckles as he continues to gasp for air. âYou. Canât. Leave. Me.â His vocal chords are rubbed raw and each word escapes between hoarse hiccups. âPlease, Jae,â he weeps. âPlease, I canât do this without you. I donât know how. Iâm not⌠Iâm nothing without you. Iâm not even a full person.â He switches to resting his cheek against the back of Jaehyunâs hand so he can see his face. âWe were supposed to live this life together,â Jungkook whimpers. âItâs meant to be you and me until the end. And⌠and Y/N. Cheers to the Jeons, remember?â His tears are gradually subsiding, allowing him to finally inhale as his thoughts start to organize themselves. âThatâs why Iâm doing this. Because you should be here, Jae, and if the universe got it wrong, then Iâll make it right. Iâll let myself die and be the one who gets buried underground, so you can live on through me.â He reaches out to gently push the hair out of Jaehyunâs closed eyes. âI promise to take care of everyone. Iâll look after mom and dad and keep the company running. As for Y/N⌠Iâll make sure she never feels this. She wonât ever lose you, Jae.â Following a deep sigh, Jungkook rises from his knees and leans over to kiss Jaehyunâs forehead before adjusting his blanket to a more comfortable position. âYou wonât be alone for long, okay? Iâll come to the funeral home as soon as I can.â His eyes fill up with tears again, but none fall. âI love you, big brother.â
Jaehyun always teased Jungkook about being eleven minutes older and often claimed he should be respectfully referred to as such. So, he figures heâll give his twin the satisfaction at least once in this lifetime.Â
Once his thoughts and emotions settle into just a dull hum in his ears, he takes another deep breath and gets ready to leave. He dresses himself in Jaehyunâs clothes and slips his belongings into his pockets until thereâs none left. His next stop is the mirror, where he observes his own appearance for the first time.Â
Frankly, he looks like hell even without extensive injuries. His face is sullen and devoid of light, his eyes have massive bags under them, and his hair is in knots all over his head. But at least he looks like Jaehyun, and thatâs what matters.Â
Itâs a good thing he got a hair cut last week since prior to then the length was about three or four inches longer than his brotherâs.Â
Thereâs still one thing, though.Â
Jungkook gasps when he remembers the distinct feature only he possesses while running his fingertips across his cheek. The infamous scar which will no doubt instantly give him away is a major problem. Luckily, the accident itself provides a perfect cover story.Â
He quickly turns around to rummage through his own possessions for his pocket knife and upon locating it, he grabs an alcohol wipe from a bin of supplies in the room and sterilizes the blade.Â
Once in front of the mirror again, he cranes his neck so he can see what heâs doing before placing the tip of the knife at the start of the small scar.Â
âJust go slow, not too deep, and do not fuck up your face,â he instructs himself.Â
Following a long inhale, he applies pressure and slowly glides the blade down his cheek until thereâs a slightly longer, fresh cut hiding the old one. The metal stings as it slices his skin open and he hisses afterwards because of the ache on the left side of his face.Â
Jungkook surveys the new mark to ensure itâs sufficient before snagging a bandage to cover the injury. Then he slings the hospital bag over his shoulder and turns towards his brother again.
âIâll see you soon. Okay, Jae?â
He exits the room and closes the door behind him so no one disturbs his twin and heads for the double doors the nurse spoke of. When he reaches them, he stops to spend a moment counting his inhales and exhales as a means of calming himself down.Â
Beyond this point, his whole world changes forever. Not only is it one where his brother doesnât exist, but once he steps through the doors, Jungkook is dead.Â
The life he knew is over and done, but losing his own identity is more than worth it to keep Jaehyun alive.Â
After smacking the automatic button, he anxiously waits while the two doors swing open. His eyes flit around the waiting room for someone he recognizes and as if by fate, the first person his sights land on is you standing with his aunt near some chairs. He starts to open his mouth to call for you, but your head naturally turns in his direction first.Â
The world seems to slow like a movie effect when you catch one anotherâs gaze. Your eyes open wider and your mouth forms a soft O, but soon enough all your features wilt as tears begin to pool along your waterline.Â
âJae,â you quietly gasp.Â
Jungkook watches you place one foot in front of the other until youâre full-on running to him. He automatically follows your lead by rushing ahead and once you reach each other, he lifts you right off the ground while one hand circles your waist and the other cradles the back of your head.Â
Youâre already crying into his shirt where your face is hidden and Jungkook instinctively shushes you and pets your hair.
âI was so scared,â you whimper against his skin.Â
âI know, baby, I know.â Jungkook twists his head so he can kiss your temple, where he whispers his next phrase. âBut itâs all over now.â
A sorrowful, pained whine leaves your lips when you nuzzle yourself deeper into his neck. Jungkook echoes the action, resting his forehead on your shoulder while his fingers slide along your scalp.Â
After what feels like both too long and not enough time, Jungkook returns you to the ground and pulls back so you can see each other. As soon as he does, he notices a wave of confusion cross your face. It makes him momentarily panic about the possibility of already being caught, but then the expression disappears just as quickly as it came.Â
Itâs replaced with the familiar look of devotion you always have around Jaehyun while your hands rise to cup his face.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
Your fingers delicately graze the bandage on his left cheek and he covers your hand with his own as a wordless reassurance.Â
âItâs my only injury,â he answers.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Based on your expression, it seems youâre experiencing the same puzzlement he did.
âJungkookâŚâ He pauses both for the sake of his emotions and to ensure he doesnât mess up. âThe nurse told me he protected me during the crash. And I remember him tackling me to the ground right before everything went black. Thatâs why Iâm totally unharmed while heâŚâ His voice trails off when fresh tears start blurring his vision. âItâs all my fault,â he cries.
Jungkookâs already shaking again by the time you force him into another embrace so he can sob into your neck. Just as he did with you, one of your hands slinks up into his hair while the other creates soothing circles along his spine.Â
âThatâs not true, baby,â you profess in his ear. âAnd he wouldnât want you to think like that.âÂ
The comfort of your voice ironically just makes him wail louder as he clings to your shirt like a lifeline. Heâs certain if you werenât holding him heâd already be on his knees. His grief is inconceivable and the only reason he isnât drowning is because your arms are around him.Â
When he lifts his head again, you immediately wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks.
âWe should be with your family,â you suggest.Â
He nods despite dreading the idea of seeing his parentâs faces right now, but before you can lead him across the room by his hand, a new thought occurs.
âWait,â he calls while grabbing your arm to stop you. âThe bar. Does anyone there know yet?â
An image of Jennie flashes in his mind and causes his heart to clench.Â
He hasnât had time to consider all the consequences of throwing his own life away just yet. Including how itâll affect everyone he loves, because while heâll get to see all of them again, theyâll never see him.Â
His last moments with Jennie will forever be her playfully threatening him if he didnât stop being so damn protective. It was such a mundane and familiar scene, but now it bears the weight of their entire friendship.Â
âNo, weâve only called family so far,â you respond.
Jungkook grimaces.Â
âWe need to tell them. Jennie, at the very least.â
âIâll do it.â
âWhat? No ââ
âYou should be with your family and she deserves to hear it in person,â you argue.
He canât refute that, no matter how much he wants you to stay by his side.Â
âOkay,â he relents.Â
You steal the hand resting on your elbow so you can encompass it between your own and plant a gentle kiss on his knuckles.Â
âWeâll meet back at home?âÂ
Jungkook nods and you leave soon after for Kookieâs, hopefully arriving before the bar opens. In the meantime, he tries to regulate his nervous system and emotions so he can greet his family. He knows itâs technically pointless since heâs going to break down again as soon as he sees his parents, but he has to at least try holding it together.Â
Once he rounds the corner from the hallway, he notices a small group of his loved ones gathered together. Most of his aunts, uncles, and cousins are present and thankfully, everyone seems to be okay at the moment.Â
His eyes land on his mom and dad near the back of the crowd and the thought of interacting with them for the first time as an only child makes him want to vomit. Alas, he canât put it off forever.
âMom,â he softly calls for her.Â
Her head instantly whips in the direction of his voice and Jungkook holds his breath in anticipation.Â
âOh, Jae!âÂ
She scurries over to him like a bullet and Jungkook helps close the gap before throwing his arms around her. His mom hugs him so tight he worries she might crack his ribs, but he doesnât mind. This is precisely what he needs.Â
As expected, heâs already crying again and he can hear his mom sniffling in his ear. It causes all his horrible, overwhelming thoughts and feelings to come roaring back stronger than ever despite her comforting embrace.Â
âIâm so happy youâre okay,â she whispers.Â
His heart cracks right down the middle and suddenly the deep sobs from earlier return to haunt him.
âIâm sorry,â he croaks. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
âShh. You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetie.âÂ
âHe should be here.â Jungkook gasps and chokes on nothing but his crushing guilt. âHeâs supposed to be here.â His mom gently tugs him upright so she can caress his face and swipe at his tears. âIâm not meant to be alone. Weâre two for a reason. Iâm⌠Iâm only half a person. How am I supposed to survive with half of me missing?â
âBut youâre not alone,â she assures him. âYouâve got us. Youâve got Y/N. Weâre here, my darling.âÂ
He doesnât know how to explain what someone else will never be able to understand. No one but him and Jaehyun, and perhaps all the other identical twins in the world, can comprehend what this feels like. Itâs like being slowly ripped in half with a dull knife; his very soul stretching across an incomprehensible divide.Â
âIt isnât the same, mom.â His tears are finally beginning to wane again and allowing him to speak clearer. âYou have no idea. It isnât possible for you to.âÂ
She frowns and drops her hands from his face to hold both of his instead.Â
âMaybe not, but I think I can come pretty close.â Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence. âI gave birth to two beautiful boys. But now only oneâs standing in front of me.â Jungkookâs stomach drops while she inhales to prevent more tears from falling. âYou claim youâre cut in half, but Iâm in thirds.â
âMom,â Jungkook cries.
âIâm not telling you that to make you feel bad, sweetie.â She squeezes his hands a few times with a soft smile on her lips. Itâs an expression only a mother could manage at a time like this. âItâs so you know weâre in this together.âÂ
He has to briefly close his eyes to keep his emotions in check, especially when his mom reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His dad approaches them soon after, causing a similar cycle of tears and tight hugs to repeat.Â
By the time Jungkookâs spoken to everyone at least once, heâs so mentally and physically drained he can barely stand up straight. His parents drive him home, Jaehyunâs home, and your carâs already there when they pull into the driveway.Â
âIâll come over tomorrow,â he declares. âSo we can talk about⌠stuff.âÂ
âAlright, darling,â his mom responds, turning around to rest her hand atop his own.Â
Jungkook exits the car after a quick goodbye and fishes through Jaehyunâs coat pocket for the house keys as he walks towards the front door. He manages to locate them, but his brotherâs key ring has at least ten others dangling from the small, metal loop.Â
âJesus Christ, Jae,â he mumbles to himself while attempting each one.Â
Once he succeeds in opening the door, he peers inside before entering the house and turning the lock behind him.Â
Itâs almost eerily silent in the home. Of all the times heâs been here, there's almost always music playing or a kitchen timer going off. He supposes itâs fitting, though. Without Jaehyun, the world is simply duller.
âSweetheart?â He calls as he slips off his shoes and hangs his coat on the rack.Â
He doesnât hear a single peep until he nears the master bedroom.Â
The doorâs slightly cracked, but enough for Jungkook to spot you sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed. Youâre crying so hard your breath is skipping every couple seconds as your upper body rattles. Itâs heartbreaking to witness, and even more so when he realizes youâre also clutching a picture frame to your chest.Â
Jungkook inhales in preparation and then lifts his hand to rap his knuckles against the wood. Your head rises at the unexpected sound and it turns out seeing your somber, tearful expression is even worse than watching you sob.Â
âHi,â you rasp.Â
âHi, baby.â You use your shirtsleeve to dry the tears on your cheeks while Jungkook walks further into the bedroom. He sits down once heâs close enough before sliding over until your shoulders brush. Like its muscle memory, you melt into his side while your body releases all the built-up tension. âWhatcha got there?â
Your eyes drop to the object in your hands and you tentatively pull it away from your chest to rest it on your knees so Jungkook can see.Â
Itâs a photo from your wedding, one of you and Jungkook taken after the ceremony by your photographer. Besides the bride and groom portraits, you had them capture quite a few pictures of Jungkook and Jaehyun, the three of you, and finally you and Jungkook.Â
In this particular image, Jungkookâs hugging you from behind, but heâd tickled you right as the photographer snapped the picture, resulting in an adorable still shot of you two laughing. Just like you always do whenever youâre together.Â
Did. Since heâs effectively dead now.Â
Jungkook hasnât seen the photo in a while, even though itâs framed in his office amongst other photos from your wedding day. Itâs hung up on the opposite wall to his desk, so he has to make a point of gazing at them when he isnât working.
The framed photograph automatically produces fresh tears, although they feel happier than his previous ones.Â
âI love that photo,â he chuckles while using his thumb to dry his cheek.Â
âMmhm,â you hum with a hint of a grin. âMe, too.â Jungkook watches your fingers run down the glass so you can trace his face in the image. You hiccup and sniffle, but it isnât enough, and you begin softly crying a second later. âI canâtâŚâ You inhale deeply. âI just canât believe heâs gone.âÂ
Youâre sobbing again before you can stop yourself and automatically cling to Jungkook by slinging your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shirt. His hands slide around your waist to hold you tight and he even tugs you across his lap so he can gently rock you back and forth.Â
He wonât lie and say it doesnât satisfy something malignant inside him that this is your reaction. His worst fear was that you'd be too happy about Jaehyun being alive to care about Jungkook being dead. But itâs a miniscule piece of him. For the most part, his heart aches at the mere thought of you being sad or in pain.
âIâm sorry,â you whimper. âIâm trying to be strong for you.âÂ
Jungkookâs face immediately scrunches in disapproval.
âI donât want that, baby.â He trails a hand up your back to lift your head as his momâs words from earlier echo in his mind. âWeâre in this together.âÂ
You shake your head.
âIt isnât the same for me as it is for you. Iâm your wife, I need to be there for you.â
âYou are,â Jungkook interjects. âJust by being here in my arms and looking at me like you always do. Itâs more than enough.â
Instead of replying, you collapse back into him while tightening your hold. Jungkook follows suit just as vehemently until you two canât possibly get any closer.Â
After a few minutes, you both naturally unwind from the embrace, although you stay in his lap and draw absentminded shapes along his collarbone with your fingernail.Â
âHow did it go? Is Jennie alright?â He eventually asks.Â
âNot even close.â When Jungkookâs eyes tilt down in concern, you elaborate. âI donât know if Iâve ever heard such a horrible sound before. She screamed like⌠like Iâd plunged my hand into her chest and suffocated her heart. Then she just started chanting âno, no, noâ until it mixed in with the shrieking to become this gut wrenching⌠prayer, almost. I had to catch her, too, because she instantly started dropping to her knees. But she clung to me so tight it brought us straight down to the floor. And thatâs where we stayed while she sobbed and whimpered his name until her voice was gone.âÂ
As you speak, Jungkook has to drive his nails into his palms to keep it together. Because Jaehyun wouldnât react to that news like he would.Â
For him, every word you utter stomps on his lungs with the weight of an elephant. Not only because the vision youâre painting is downright agonizing to imagine, but because itâs all his fault.
In saving you from the heartache of losing Jaehyun, he condemned Jennie to that fate instead. Sure, it isnât exactly the same since their relationshipâs platonic, but sheâs still his best friend of a decade.
âSheâs not still there, is she? All alone?âÂ
âOh, god, no,â you confirm. âOnce she calmed down, I helped her hang a sign on the door stating Kookieâs would be closed until further notice and drove her home. I also told her to call me if she needs anything.âÂ
Jungkook nods along with a sigh of relief before allowing his head to rest on your shoulder. It's becoming increasingly difficult to even hold it up, but it helps when you start combing through his hair and kissing his crown. The sensation of your fingertips on his scalp elicits an appreciative hum and soon enough his entire body relaxes against you.Â
âYou should get some sleep, honey.â
He shakes his head while lifting it again to meet your gaze.Â
âI donât think Iâll be able to,â he admits.Â
âWell, letâs at least get you out of these clothes.âÂ
After standing up, you offer him your hands and he takes them without a second thought so you can help pull him to his feet. You begin to lead him towards the en-suite, but suddenly Jungkookâs paralyzed with a completely new fear. He halts fast, causing you to get tugged back in his direction.Â
âJae?â
âI canâtâŚâÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â You attempt to survey his expression, but heâs staring straight past you into the large bathroom. âHoney?â
âI canât⌠um⌠canâtâŚâ He exhales a shaky breath. âI donât wanna look in the mirror.âÂ
Earlier when he was ensuring his appearance would exactly match Jaehyunâs, his adrenaline and determination were guiding him and he didnât think much about it. But now that his body and mind have had time to settle, the idea of looking in the mirror and seeing his twinâs face staring back is terrifying.Â
Luckily, you steal his attention by gently pulling his face down so heâs looking at you instead, freeing him from the anxious reverie. Â
âThatâs alright. You donât have to,â you reassure him.Â
âHow? I mean, thereâs one in every bathroom.â
You thoughtfully purse your lips and glance back over your shoulder at the room in question.Â
âGive me a minute?âÂ
Jungkook nods despite not knowing what youâre thinking and sits on the edge of the bed once you leave the room.Â
When you return, you have a roll of parchment paper, tape, scissors, and a couple other miscellaneous household items. You hurry into the en-suite before Jungkook can question you and close the door behind you, but he still hears the various noises coming from inside.
You emerge about ten minutes later with a prideful grin and steal his hand to bring him into the bathroom with you. Jungkookâs just about to object in case he accidentally catches sight of himself, but the realization of what you did stops him in his tracks.Â
The massive mirrors which hang above the double sinks are completely covered by multiple layers of parchment paper and taped down around the entire perimeter so they wonât budge. Best of all, thereâs a small note in the bottom corner that reads âI love youâ followed by an adorable smiley face.Â
âIâll take care of the other bathrooms save for one tomorrow,â you state.Â
Jungkook can barely hear you because he's too focused on what youâve done for him. His eyes flicker back and forth across the mirrors as if itâll all disappear if he looks away. But it wonât, because youâll make sure it doesnât until the moment heâs ready to meet his reflection again.Â
Tears flood his eyes and cause him to sniffle the longer he admires your work. When you hear the sound, you look at him in concern.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â Jungkook mumbles between hiccups. âI just donât deserve you.âÂ
Your expression melts into one of nothing but love as you reach out to push his hair back.
âYou can say that all you want, baby, but itâll never make it true.â
He shakes his head. For what, he isnât sure. Perhaps because he disagrees with your statement or maybe heâs just in complete disbelief over how truly wonderful you are.
âThank you, sweetheart.â
You simply shrug with a soft, gorgeous smile.
âThereâs no need.â
The two of you proceed to complete your nightly routines side by side. Other than when you head to a different bathroom so you can see what youâre doing while you wash your face and apply products.Â
Jungkook finishes first and decides to change clothes prior to you returning. It just feels like the right move, all things considered. Thankfully, heâs spent enough time here to know where Jaehyun keeps his things, such as pajamas.
Heâs already in bed by the time you come back and you affectionately grin over how cute he looks snuggled up beneath the sheets.Â
âComfy?âÂ
The question encourages Jungkook to run his fingers along the edge of the blankets. Theyâre much softer than the ones back at his apartment. Which certainly tracks considering Jaehyun made well over six figures and Jungkook doesnât even budget a salary for himself among the expenses for the bar.
âYeah.â
His meek reply produces a wave of sadness on your face, but you donât comment on it and head straight towards your closet to find something for bed. When you return, youâre holding your pajamas. Jungkook quickly realizes what that means and looks down to avoid seeing you change.Â
He knows he canât do so forever, but he really doesnât want tonight to be the first time he sees you naked after being helplessly in love with you for fifteen years.Â
The mattress dips as you climb in beside him and Jungkook glances up again now that he knows the coast is clear. You make yourself comfortable by sliding beneath the sheets and lying on your side so youâre facing him. He quickly mirrors you, leaving you two only a couple inches apart in the large bed.Â
âIs it a stupid question to ask how youâre doing?â He shakes his head. âAlright. How are you doing?â
Despite everything, including that heâs doing absolutely terrible, he canât help but faintly smile at you.Â
âHonestly?âÂ
âMmhm.â
After a deep sigh, Jungkookâs hand finds your own under the blanket so he can lace your fingers together.Â
âI donât know how I wouldâve survived without you,â he confesses.Â
You squeeze his hand and he swears itâs like someone removing a one hundred pound weight from his back.Â
âAnd thatâs exactly how weâre gonna get through this,â you claim. âYou just lean on me and Iâll see that you make it out safely.âÂ
Jungkook genuinely doesnât know how much more his heart can take. Youâre an angel amongst humans, and he feels woefully unprepared to experience being loved by you.Â
âIâm kinda heavy, we might need to take a lot of breaks,â Jungkook teases.Â
The beautiful, melodic laugh he adores so much passes through your lips and prompts him to join in.Â
âThatâs alright. No matter how long it takes, Iâll carry you the whole way.âÂ
More tears prick the corners of Jungkookâs eyes, but you reach out to stop them in their tracks before he can do so himself.Â
âYouâre⌠youâre the best thing to ever happen to me, Y/N,â he cries.Â
Itâs true. Even though youâve only ever had a platonic relationship before tonight, he canât imagine his life without you.Â
âMe, too,â you whisper while caressing his cheek. âI love you, Jaehyun.â
Jungkook forces his eyes shut while willing himself not to cry anymore, but it's difficult to combat the raging whirlpool of emotions coursing through him. One being the profound sadness of hearing you say Jaehyunâs name. His twin whoâs currently lying on a cold, steel slab at a funeral home across town. But thatâs the precise reason heâs doing this, because you love Jaehyun, and Jungkook loves you. Enough to throw his whole life away just so youâll never know the pain of losing the person you love.Â
On the flip side, thereâs also the guilt slowly eating away at him. Even though his motives are benign, it doesnât change him lying in bed with his brotherâs wife on the evening of his death.Â
The worst part is Jungkook never wanted this. No matter how much he loves you, he never once wished you would be with him instead of Jaehyun. You two were a match made in heaven, and Jungkookâs devotion to you both vastly outweighed his desire. Hence his determination to make sure your love lives on.Â
But now heâs left with no choice but to end his fifteen years of yearning, with this being the defining moment.Â
For the first time, whether youâre aware itâs him or not, heâs able to tell you he loves you. Heâs uttered the infamous phrase to you a million times over the years, but only platonically. Tonight heâs allowed to mean it.Â
âI love you,â he declares, clear and simple; without an ounce of hesitation. Except once his adorationâs finally out in the open, suddenly itâs all Jungkook wants to say. âI love you, Y/N.â Entirely on instinct, he closes the gap between you by grabbing your waist and tugging you into him. âI love you.â Your arms circle his neck as your body naturally molds to the shape of his own. âI love you.â His opposite hand rises to push your hair back and cradle your jaw. âI love you.â He doesnât know who moves first, but your foreheads meet in the middle, causing your noses to brush. âY/N, I love you.â
Youâre crying again and he doesnât realize he is too until your hand slides up his cheek to wipe away the fresh tears. He returns the favor, but itâs useless against the endless raindrops falling from your eyes.Â
âI thought I was gonna lose you today,â you confess. âNone of the doctors or nurses would tell us anything. But the news was reporting multiple people dead at the scene.â You hiccup. âAnd I was so fucking terrified, Jae.â
Jungkook shakes his head while soothingly running his thumb back and forth along your cheekbone.
âIâll never let that happen. Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
âBut I⌠I still lost him.â Even through the tears, you manage a small, nostalgic smile. âMy Kookie.â
He hasnât heard you refer to him like that since your wedding and it's just as heart stopping as the first time.Â
âNo,â he disagrees. âJungkook will always be with us. Him and I were one soul in two bodies. Now weâre just together in this one.âÂ
The irony is so potent he can practically taste it.Â
âThen will you give him a message for me?âÂ
His eyebrows rise, not expecting your response in the slightest, but he still nods.Â
Both your eyes and hand drop to his chest where you trace along the stripes on his shirt. Jungkook canât tell if youâre simply thinking about what you want to say or are hesitant to vocalize it.Â
âKookie,â you softly exhale. âIâm really thankful you protected the person we both love most today.â A belated tear escapes from your waterline. âBut Iâm also really fucking angry at you for leaving us.â
It takes Jungkook a minute to process your declaration because his brainâs just one, big, jumbled mess of both him and Jaehyun. Once he manages to, he clears his throat and captures your gaze again.Â
âMessage received,â he tells you with a smile.Â
âThank you.â
âAnytime, baby.â
Surprisingly, Jungkookâs actually able to fall asleep. He imagines itâs because you remain in his arms all night and your comforting smell, warmth, and touch are enough to keep him in a deep slumber.Â
Waking up in a world without Jaehyun for the first time is bizarre, to say the least. Especially considering the moment his eyes open, heâs thrust right back into his brotherâs life.Â
The scent of sweets is wafting through the house as he rises from bed and twists until his feet meet the floor. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stretches his body thatâs still sore from yesterday before glancing around the room.Â
Everywhere he looks are pieces of Jaehyun, but rather than being a reminder of the horrors he faced yesterday, they soothe his scattered mind. Similar to what he told you last night, being in this room makes him feel like his brotherâs still here with him.Â
After gathering his bearings and changing into something comfortable to wear for the day, he goes downstairs to find you.Â
As always, youâre standing in the kitchen sipping from a mug and flipping through a recipe book. He spots you before you notice him because the houseâs open concept allows him to see the lower level before reaching the final step. He uses it to his advantage, giving himself a second to admire you uninterrupted.
âMorning, sweetheart,â he greets you while stepping down onto the first floor.Â
You glance up at the sound and your entire face glows with adoration. Jungkook doesnât know if heâll ever get used to that. Youâre almost too radiant to look at head on.Â
âHi, honey,â you coo.Â
The mug clinks on the countertop when you set it down and round the corner to reach him. As soon as you do, you slide your arms around his waist and place your ear to his chest. Jungkook hopes you canât hear the jackrabbiting tempo of his heart; something your husband of five years shouldnât have.Â
Jungkook wraps his limbs around your neck in return, letting them lay limp on your shoulders while he bends down to kiss the top of your head.Â
âDid you sleep well?âÂ
He feels you nod against his sternum and a smile immediately spreads across his face. You gaze up afterwards, taking a step back at the same time so you donât have to crane your neck.Â
âHow are you doing?â
âI feel⌠weird,â he admits. âI donât really know how to describe it.â
âThatâs alright,â you assure him. âIâll still do my best to understand, okay?â His grin grows as he acknowledges your pledge with a nod. âThe bathroom mirrors are all covered now except for the half bath near the guest room. But I put a sign on the door so you donât forget.âÂ
âThank you so much.âÂ
âItâs the least I can do.â You turn on your heel to return to the kitchen while Jungkook follows like a lost puppy. Not only because this isnât his normal morning routine, but because he just wants to be near you. âI made all your favorites for breakfast.âÂ
With a gesture at the dining room table, you show off the massive spread of both savory and sweet dishes. Honestly, Jungkook canât believe whatâs seeing. Heâs always known you to be a doting, giving wife, but Jaehyun had it fucking made.Â
âBaby, I donât even know what to say.â His feet carry him to your side while his eyes keep surveying all the different foods. âYou didnât have to do all this.â
One of your hands gently tugs on his chin to turn his face back to you.Â
âI know. I wanted to do this because I love you. Simple as that.â
âI love you,â he whispers, almost like an automatic, involuntary response.Â
âThen will you please eat all the yummy food I made for you?â
He chuckles and nods before sitting at the table and beginning to dig in. A couple minutes later, you return with two mugs and set one down in front of him. His eyes grow with curiosity as he leans over to check the contents, but his face falters upon realizing what it is.
Hot chocolate with mini marshmallows. His brotherâs favorite.Â
Jungkook loves hot chocolate, too, but he hates when marshmallows are included. He swears they ruin the flavor and turn the entire drink into a lumpy mess.Â
But Jungkookâs dead for all intents and purposes, so marshmallows it is for the rest of his life.Â
âThanks, sweetheart.âÂ
You hum in acknowledgment prior to turning around so you can grab something else. Itâs a good thing because after Jungkook takes his first sip, he gags and lays his tongue out to try getting rid of the taste.Â
âSo, I talked to your mom this morning and she said weâre welcome to come over whenever weâre ready to start working through all the logistics,â you explain while strolling in from the kitchen.Â
After coming back once again, you sit down in the seat next to him.
âDo you think we can go to the funeral home today? I promised Jungkook I wouldnât leave him alone for too long.â
âWell, he might not be ready for visitors yet. If you know what I mean?âÂ
He really wishes he didnât. The thought of his brother getting pumped with chemicals to slow the decaying of his body makes him sick to his stomach.Â
âRight. Do you think theyâll tell us once he is?âÂ
âWe can always call and ask,â you suggest.Â
Jungkook hums before you both continue eating your breakfast in a comfortable silence.Â
Following the meal, Jungkook asks you to help him look more presentable since he canât use a mirror to do so himself. Youâve both already showered and gotten dressed, so all thatâs left is to fix his hair and swap out the bandage on his cheek.Â
You ask him to sit on the edge of the bed while you grab a hairbrush and the first aid kit. He waits patiently as instructed and once you come back, you stand between his open legs and place the items beside him on the mattress.
The first task you attempt is changing his bandage, which you begin by delicately removing the current one. Jungkook hisses when the tape pulls at his skin, but the pain is brief.Â
Afterwards, he admires your face of determination as you clean the cut with an alcohol pad. He expects you to apply some ointment and the new bandage next, but instead you just stare at the small, red mark with a thoughtful expression.
âWhat is it?â He inquires.
You click your tongue and shake your head like youâre still debating on the answer yourself.
âNothing. It's just⌠what are the odds you walk away with only a single injury and it happens to be in the exact spot your brotherâs scar was?âÂ
Jungkookâs heart drops, but he soon realizes you arenât accusing him of anything and are simply pointing out the coincidence.Â
âI noticed that, too,â he responds. âI guess the universe just wanted to ensure I have a reminder every time I look in the mirror.â A hollow, dark chuckle escapes him. âAs if my identical fucking face isnât enough.â
âOh, but itâs such a nice face.â Your fingers trail down his chin so you can tilt his head up. âSo handsome god had to make two of them.â
His responding laugh is instantaneous and bright. He even squeezes his eyes shut as both rows of teeth make an appearance. It prompts you to parrot the sound while lovingly caressing his jaw.Â
Once the delightful energy simmers, he ensnares your waist to pull you close and bury his face in your stomach. His hands glide up and down your back as he holds you and you reciprocate by carding your fingers through his hair.Â
âThank you. I needed that.âÂ
âAlways, baby,â you reply with a kiss to his crown.Â
You finish with the injury and brush his freshly washed hair before heading to his parentsâ place about thirty minutes away. Jungkook drives, claiming the control of being behind the wheel will help with the anxiety of stepping into a vehicle only a day after a life altering accident.Â
When you two arrive, your hand immediately finds his as you stroll towards the entrance together. He always saw the same thing happen with you and Jaehyun, but he never realized just how instinctual it is. Even though itâs been less than a day, he has an insatiable urge to touch you at all times.Â
His mom meets you both at the door and everyone exchanges warm hugs before entering the house. It seems his folks had an early morning because there's already photo albums and legal paperwork strewn all over the kitchen table.Â
âAlright,â his mom announces. âWeâve got a long to-do list, but we also need to make sure weâre checking in on each other. Yes?â You and Jungkook nod in sync. âSo, funeral and burial comes first. We need to choose the date and time, casket, and headstone. Along with writing the obituary and sorting through photos. Afterwards, we need to discuss logistics regarding the apartment, the bar, his motorcycle, etc.â
âIf you canât tell, your motherâs coping by running this house like a drill sergeant,â his dad pipes up from behind her.
The lighthearted humor at the time like this is precisely what everyone needs and allows for the air to feel a little less suffocating.Â
âI can start on the photos while you all focus on the burial arrangements,â you offer.Â
âAnd Iâm going to take care of the obituary,â his dad adds.Â
Jungkookâs teeth sink into his lower lip as he observes the tableâs contents representing everything that still has to be done. Itâs overwhelming enough learning how to survive alone after thirty one years of being a pair, but now thereâs a laundry list of other tasks, too.Â
âThat sounds⌠good,â he whispers.Â
You comfortingly squeeze his hand and it leads him to glance over at you. Youâre wearing a sweet, supportive smile and you also lift your eyebrows to silently ask if heâs alright. After he nods, you tug on his arm to pull you closer together.Â
âJae, sweetie,â his mom grabs his attention. âCan you run upstairs and grab the 2001 photo album? Itâs the only one missing.â
âYeah, sure.â
He lets go of your hand at the same time you step into the kitchen to begin sorting photos. It doesnât really phase him to walk up the large staircase in his home, but once he reaches the top, his heart drops.
Him and Jaehyunâs rooms are directly across from another at the top of the steps, with a small landing separating them. Neither twin has changed the layout or decor since moving out, so theyâre still perfectly preserved time capsules of their youth.Â
He ventures into his own room first by gently pressing on the door until it swings open. It seems smaller than when he was young, but everything is identical otherwise. His feet carry him around the perimeter a couple times as he runs his hands along the furniture, trophies, books, and collectibles throughout the room.Â
This is it, he supposes. Everything that makes him, him, will be buried along with his brother because heâll never be Jungkook again in this lifetime. It makes his grief even more daunting and convoluted because while heâs mourning Jaehyun, a piece of him is also mourning himself.Â
His fist taps the desk a few times as he inhales and lets the air gradually exit through his lips.Â
âGoodbye, Jungkook.â A tiny smirk appears. âItâs been fun.â
While walking backwards, he admires the bedroom a little longer before closing the door.Â
His next stop is Jaehyunâs bedroom and he has to take in another large gulp of oxygen just to prepare himself. With a push, he opens the door the same as he did his own room and crosses the threshold into the familiar space.Â
He doesnât recall the last time he was in here, but his memories with Jaehyun are present all around him.
Brief flashes and mirages of their time growing up together play on the walls and across the different pieces of furniture. Like the time they tried to pull an all-nighter at the ripe age of eight only to crash at four in the morning with a pile of candy and soda bottles between them. Or when they were chasing each other around at age eleven and ended up breaking the bed frame by jumping on the mattress too hard. And another one from when they were fourteen and play-wrestling on the floor until one of them accidentally kicked the dresser and shattered a lamp.Â
They were rambunctious, devious, and fun-loving throughout their entire lives, up until their final moments together.Â
Most of all, Jungkook remembers lying on his twinâs bed the night Jaehyun told him about you. Itâs strange to think how different the last fifteen years wouldâve been if that had never occurred. Youâre such an integral part of their lives and as his mind replays the memory, he canât help but smile.Â
It isnât for long, though, because the more images he sees, the harder he finds it to breathe. Soon enough, he feels the familiar prick of tears and his bottom lip begins to tremble.
His eyes flicker to the mattress and suddenly all he sees is Jaehyun lying still in a hospital bed.Â
Jungkook whimpers aloud while trying to stop the influx of emotions before they get the better of him, but it's useless, and he ends up on his knees just like yesterday.Â
He pushes his forehead into the sheets as harsh, erratic sobs surge through his body. His hands clutch the comforter like a vice grip, anything to provide some sort of stability.Â
âPlease,â he gasps. âPlease come back to me.â His chest is shaking so much the words are barely audible. âI donât wanna do this without you, Jae. I canât be somewhere you donât exist.âÂ
Itâs uncertain how long Jungkook weeps into his twinâs old blankets, but by the time his body relaxes, heâs got a headache, a sore throat, and his eyes are swollen.Â
Heâs in a weakened, almost trance when he returns to the first floor with the photo album. It lands on the kitchen table with a loud thump and causes both you and his mom to jump because you didnât hear him enter.Â
When you notice his current state, your eyes widen.Â
âJae?â You call while standing up.Â
The sudden sensation of your hand on his shoulder grounds him to reality and he slowly blinks back to normal before meeting your concerned gaze.Â
âIâm okay,â he quietly assures you as his hand rises to cradle your cheek.Â
You automatically relax into his touch, letting your head rest against his palm.Â
âAre you sure?â
A hint of a smile spreads across his lips.Â
âAs long as I have you,â he whispers so only you hear it.Â
Afterwards, his head dips so he can place a light kiss on your forehead.Â
The doorbell rings, surprising everyone and pulling all your attention to the entrance.Â
âWho could that be?â His dad ponders from the couch.Â
âShit, that must be Jennie,â you answer.Â
âJennie?â Jungkook squeaks in shock.Â
His odd reaction earns him a quick, questioning glance from you, but you thankfully donât pry any further.Â
âYeah. I told her yesterday if she has any photos she wants to include she can bring them here.â You squeeze Jungkookâs bicep before heading for the door. âIâll go greet her.â
Jungkookâs only thought is that you cannot let her into this house. Jennie, of all people, is the one person who always sees right through him. Not only that, but he wonât be able to keep it together. The guilt of knowing what heâs putting her through is far too expansive.Â
Spurred on by anxiety, Jungkook follows you to the entrance, but slips into the foyer nearby so he can witness your conversation without being seen.Â
Once the door opens, you smile and wave your arm to usher Jennie inside before giving her a long hug.
âHow are you doing?â You ask her.
Jennie tries to send you a reassuring smile, but it looks more like a tight-lipped frown.
âOh, you know,â she faintly chuckles. âIâve been better.â
You grimace and reach out to hold her hand.Â
âCan I help at all? I mean, with anything.âÂ
âNo, no. I just have to⌠survive my own subconscious.â
âWell, do you wanna come in?â
âOh, no,â she objects while offering you the shoebox tucked beneath her arm. âI just came to give you these. Please donât feel obligated to use them. I wonât be offended.â
âOf course, we will, Jen.â You open it enough to peek inside and whatever photos are in there, they make you grin. âYouâre Jungkookâs best friend. You deserve to be included.â
Jennie graciously nods.
âItâs just so strange, you know? One moment heâs here and the nextâŚâ
âYeah,â you concur.
âAnd now Iâm just playing back the last time I saw him over and over again and trying not to regret every little thing.â
âWhat do you have to regret?âÂ
âI donât know, honestly. Probably nothing, right? But that doesnât stop me from agonizing over it.â She sighs and sniffles while using her coat sleeve to wipe her eyes. âI just thought weâd have more time. I thought I would hear his voice again, or his laugh. See those huge fucking eyes of his go wide because he got excited.â
You both break out into a fit of giggles and Jungkookâs suddenly smiling from ear to ear. Not necessarily because of your conversation, but the vision of his girls looking so happy together. Even if itâs only fleeting.
âGod, he was such an enigma. Wasnât he? Like he owns a dive bar, exclusively wears all black, and drives a motorcycle, but also owns multiple pairs of Iron Man socks and has a pink toiletry bag.â
âOh, donât forget the adorable little keychains he used to hang from his backpack in college,â Jennie adds.Â
The two of you laugh again before you gesture towards the interior of the house.
âAre you sure you donât wanna come in?â
Jennie thoughtfully nibbles on her lower lip for a moment, but inevitably shakes her head.Â
âNo, I, uh, I donât think I can handle seeing Jaehyun right now,â she confesses. âNot because of anything to do with him, of course. I just have no idea how Iâll react to seeing someone who looks just like Jungkook.â
You nod understandably.
âNo worries.â
She sends you a warm smile that you mirror before giving one another a goodbye hug.Â
Jungkookâs beyond thankful she didnât want to come in because watching from the shadows is one thing, but actually interacting with Jennie wouldâve been next to impossible.Â
He watches you wave until the door shuts and then makes himself known by stepping into the main hallway. You jump a little when you spot him and Jungkook tosses his hands up in surrender.
âSorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just curious to see how sheâs doing for myself,â he explains.Â
âGosh, warn a woman first. Will you?â
Despite your retort, youâre smiling as he closes the gap between you.Â
âI can help you go through photos, if you want,â he offers.
âNo need, baby. Iâve got it handled. Besides, you need to help decide on everything.âÂ
Jungkook clicks his tongue and grimaces.
âRight. Except thatâs kinda what I was trying to avoid.â
âI know,â you giggle. âYou really think I donât see through all your little tricks by now?âÂ
Well, thereâs definitely one I know you canât see through.
âI justâŚâ He sighs. âDeciding on this stuff makes it real and I donât want that. I donât wanna pick out a casket because he shouldnât be in a casket in the first place. He shouldnât have a headstone or an obituary... all of this is just fucking wrong.âÂ
Clearly the anger stage of grief is beginning to set in because his hands clench into fists while he talks.
âIt is.â Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you debate on your next statement. âBut if he were to need a casket or a headstone, he deserves the best ones. Doesnât he?âÂ
Jungkook shakes his head with his eyes glued to the floor.Â
âHe deserves to be alive.â
After eliminating the space between your bodies, you cup his face with both hands and force him to meet your gaze.Â
âYouâre right. But if the universe wonât give him that, then this is the next best thing we can do for him,â you claim.
To this day it still shocks Jungkook every time youâre able to make everything feel okay again without even trying. Whether through words, touch, a smile, or merely your presence, you have a magical way of calming him down and allowing him to breathe freely.
âYeah,â he whispers.Â
âYeah?â
Jungkook nods and paints a grin onto his face.
You two rejoin his parents in the kitchen and everyone gets to work on their respective tasks. When his dad finishes the obituary, he reads it out loud for a second opinion. Once thatâs done, he helps Jungkook and his mom choose the most important details of the day.Â
By the time the sun dips beneath the clouds, youâre all mentally drained and decide to call it a day. The funeral wonât be for another week, anyway, so thereâs still time. Most of the issues yet to be tackled are what happens with the bar and Jungkookâs possessions, but thankfully, heâs here to help make those decisions himself.Â
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summary: in which maybe you and jungkook get married one day, but who knows?
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warnings/content: suggestive, butt mentions lmaoaoao, talks of marriage and breaking up <3/3 oc cries :,(
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your playlist softly plays in the background from your phone, left untouched for the past couple hours since you became occupied with your kindle. the music gets lost every now and then because your dear boyfriend is a big fan of hilarious clips and dance challenges on the internet. he laughs, and he sings, and you canât get mad because you will miss his different forms of noises once he has to leave. besides, he respects your reading time by instead sending you the tiktoks he wants to show you so he doesnât break your focus.
however, the heartbreaking book has captured you and your mind has flown too far away.
âjungkook?â
he lifts his chin to meet your gaze. âmhmm?â
âwhat do we do if we break up?â
his smile quickly morphs into a frown, face illuminated by the screen of his phone.
along with his namjoon-hyung, jungkook trusts your judgment more than anyone else. he admits that youâre the more logical person between the two of you. you view life as a matter of survival. youâre not afraid to make sacrifices along the way if it means safeguarding your security. a pro at defense, a seasoned thief of hearts. heâs lucky enough to have become an extension of your heart, because youâre protective of him as much as you are protective of yourself.
though, sometimes, he wishes you werenât so mindful of the future.
because his first instinct is to say that he will cry a river. beg on his knees. wait for you at the door every night. profess his love in every possible way. maybe even accidentally make the world collapse. print out your photos so he doesnât forget your face. suffer for eternity because he has a memory of you attached in every little thing in every corner of his life. make a heartbreak album then follow the footsteps of his taeyang-sunbaenim. as much he wants to appear cool, heâs too far gone to refuse to admit to himself that heâs quite pathetic when it comes to you.
five years. five birthdays. six christmases. six new years. three years living together. he cried at your graduation day. you cried when they got their first grammy nomination. he knows you even just by the sound of your breathing and the weight of your step. he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
âwhat do you mean? why would we break up?â
âuh, i donât even know,â you shrug and turn on your side to face him. âbut thatâs not the question. if we break up, what happens? what do we do? how do we detach from each other?â
âbaby, itâs 1am,â he whines. âi donât like thinking about this kind of stuff.â
âbut donât you think itâs important to have this conversation too?â
âwhy? why?â his eyes nearly double in size as he demands for a reason. âwe donât have any problems, do we?â
âweâre perfectly fine, babe!â you chuckle. âitâs just, i donât know⌠weâve been together a while. our lives are so intertwined now. we live together. we have bam!â
âyes, i know, exactly,â he nods, casually dropping one of the most romantic lines youâve ever heard from him. âitâs that way because i intend on marrying you. iâm building us a house. a real house!â
your breath still hitches every time he mentions marriage. it isnât news, and realistically itâs far away, but it makes you excited all the same. the thought of it used to suffocate you when you were younger. your life is a fairytale in the ugly and beautiful ways.
âexactly, right? marriage is even a bigger deal. so many couples end up hating each other after marrying. this is why we need to talk about this. we need to be prepared so we donât hurt each other a lot.â
âah, i really understand what you mean, butâŚ!â jungkook slides down on the bed, squeezing himself against your body. he cages you in a bone-crushing hug and you try your hardest not to laugh at his adorable protest. âweâre not breaking up, though.â
âof course, weâre not. itâs hypothetical,â you playfully mess with his hair. âbut iâll sign the prenup, of course, when we get married. and iâd probably be the one to move out if we break up, right? and no matter what happens, we still co-parent bam?â
âokay, iâll humor you,â he rolls his eyes, but a smirk is already pulling at the corner of his lips because you just said technically said âyesâ to his marriage proposal. âhmm, if it happens when we already live in the house, then you can just come back here.â
âwhat?â you look at him like he just said the earth is flat. âwhy would i want to live here after we break up?â
âthen sell it. do whatever you want. i donât care.â
âi canât just accept a house from you!â
âyou can when we get married. and what if itâs my fault?â
âoh, thatâs a good pointâŚâ you pause to think. âbut doesnât that mean i have to give you a house if itâs my fault?â
âeh, isnât that blackmail now?â
the two of you make eye contact, and you simultaneously burst out laughing. jungkook didnât expect to be sweating from laughter minutes after hearing that question from you, but maybe he shouldâve. youâre so good at putting his nerves at ease. you make living so fun that he doesnât want to sleep.
âshouldnât we decide based on those terms then? if it was a mutual decision or not? something like that?â
his heart flutters when you plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. hard to miss with the cold and sticky lip mask you dilligently apply on your lips before hopping into bed.
âwhat do you think the reason would be?â
âi thought that wasnât the question?â
âwell, you opened it up.â
âi honestly donât know,â he genuinely sounds clueless, not having considered it at all. not since he made that impulsive decision when he was young and stupid, anyways. âi trust you. and weâre pretty in love, arenât we?â
âyou knowâŚâ you trail off, as if youâre guessing if you should continue your sentence or not. âif you could only have one, i swear i wonât hate you if you choose your career over me. i think iâm over that. iâm so much more mature than i was.â
âbabeâŚâ
âin fact, iâd get angrier at you if you do the opposite.â
âbut thatâs not fair,â he pouts, not agreeing with you. heâs not mad, but maybe a little upset that you consider giving up on him, even if itâs only a made-up scenario. âit- itâs not that simple anymore. weâre not just dating. maybe in 2018, 2019⌠but weâre way, way past that. youâre a part of me at this point. i love you. i want to marry you. we have a dog! we have a family. you- youâre my family. my family sees you as family. youâre a reason for me to live as much as performing. and you know how performing is like breathing for me? loving you is like that, too. having to choose will be the worst thing to ever happen to me. i mean it, seriously. i canât do that-â
jungkookâs passion-fueled rant is interrupted by the sound of your sniffles.
âbaby, are you crying?â
âyou just work so hard,â and the rest of your words become caught in between sobs and gasps for air. âand i want nothing more than for you to reach all your dreams, and it hurts when i see you doubting yourself and when people are being assholes and when the world isnât fair to those who play fair. youâve been doing this for so long and youâve given your entire soul to it. i just- want you to be happy and fulfilled.â
âyah, shh- babe, thereâs no need to cry,â he sits up in panic, sweeping you into his arms. he brushes away the strands of hair sticking on your wet skin and peppers your face with light kisses. âwhy are you crying so much?â
âit just breaks my heart when youâre having a hard time.â
jungkook also tethers at the edge of sobbing. youâre one of the few people who knows almost everything that happens behind the scenes, and it feels so good to hear himself be recognized with such a deep level of respect and admiration. you have a very unique way of saving âi love youâ back. youâre a selfless utilitarian who loves logically and heâs a greedy bastard who gets everything he wants.
âbut okay, fight for me as much as you want. since you made a strong case.â
âyou drive me insane, you know that?â he mumbles. âyou still make my heart beat like crazy. i donât understand it. and iâm too old to be saying shit like this.â
you snort at his last sentence. âyouâre so dramatic. 26 is not old.â
âwait until you turn 26, then youâll feel old,â he argues, reaching for some tissue on the nightstand. âsometimes i forget youâre two years younger than me.â
âweâre soooo young,â you marvel at the realization while your boyfriend wipes away your tears. itâs such an odd feeling. you wonder if itâs normal to feel like youâve lived a hundred lives at this age. you started living off part-time jobs almost a decade ago and now youâre living comfortably with a stable job. you were so convinced that you would end up dropping out of college because of debt. you ate everything but your pride. âi canât wait to turn 30, and 40. iâm going to be such a cool adult.â
âblow your nose-â
âiâll do it,â you snatch the tissue away from his hands, discarding it in the bin under your nightstand afterwards. âcrying made me sleepy.â
once you return to cuddling position, you begin melting under jungkookâs starry eyes.
âkiss?â
he nods like a puppy, swiftly crossing the distance between your lips. you share a few more lazy kisses before fully settling down under the covers. you put your kindle away. your playlist has ended many minutes ago. the bedside lamps have been turned off, making your bedroom finally pitch black.
âwe totally lost the topic,â jungkook whispers.
âthatâs so on-brand,â you comment with your eyes closed. âwhat do we do about our premium subscriptions?â
âi donât mind sharing forever.â
âuntil we find someone new to share with?â
âi wonât fall in love again,â he grumbles. âiâll grow old and die alone.â
âshut up, youâd probably move back in with your members.â
he giggles as he imagines himself sharing a dorm with his hyungs in their 60s. will they still fight over stupid things? probably. âi guess thatâs not so bad.â
âno but, breaking up is a lot of work. my wallpapers, my gallery⌠do we unfollow or block each other everywhere? weâd have to change passwords too. your credit cards are saved on my phone.â
âtrue, and youâve seen my asshole. we canât possibly break up after that.â
the word came up so out of the blue that your eyes automatically peeled open. you can see jungkookâs body vibrating with laughter even in the dark.
âi have your personal details on my phone and that is your concern?â
âwow- wow! are you invalidating my concern?â
âitâs not like i have a picture of it!â
âyou can probably draw it from memory!â
âw-what-â
âno, youâve already seen too much. we need to be together forever,â he announces with finality. âiâm not showing another person my asshole. youâre the first and the last.â
âoh my god!â you hit his chest in shock upon hearing it again. âi cannot take this discussion seriously anymore! how the fuck did you come up with that?â
âi feel like you see me naked more than i see myself naked. no- i mean, like, not as often, but⌠but you see more of my body.â
âitâs the same with me,â you point out. âitâs only fair game.â
âi know, itâs amazing,â he sighs dreamily. âyouâre amazing. youâre beautiful. me? iâm the luckiest person in the world.â
âaw, thanks, my love. iâm just as in awe of you.â
your sweet voice compels him to inch closer to your body, burying his face on your chest. itâs quiet again for a moment. he yawns, and you catch it only seconds after.
âsometimes, iâm little afraid that weâd eventually get bored of each other and fall out of love after being together for so long,â you quietly confess the worry that urged you to open up the conversation earlier. âdo you ever think about that?â
âisnât that a common concern for every married couple?â
his warm breathing tickles a little. you push his head slightly to escape from it.
âi guess so⌠maybe itâs kind of cool that thatâs the type of problem i get worried about.â
âsee, babe? i told you. nothing to be scared of. look at usâ we met six years ago and we still stay up all night talking like this.â
âbut can i take our pillows in the divorce? i like our pillows.â
âokay,â he hums, giving little kisses on the skin along your collarbone.
âand the oven, too?â
âu-huhâŚâ
âiâm the one who bought the treadmill.â
he uses it more than you and he doesnât seem to care at all. âwhatever you want, baby,â
âarenât you supposed to fight me?â your fingers curl and grip the duvet hanging over his shoulder as his lips reach the sensitive areas of your neck, nipping and sucking. itâs too late in the night to wake up the butterflies in your stomach. âfuck, are you leaving marks?â
âyou had it comingâ got me feeling all territorial.â
âyou know that i just end up covering them with makeup, right?â
âokay,â his hold on your waist becomes tighter. âuse my card to buy new makeup.â
jungkookâs fantasies are tragically shattered when you abruptly flip around and turn your back on him.
âyouâre not seeing my butt tonight. we need to keep the mystery alive or whatever.â
âhuh, is that so?â he huffs in offense, deciding to bite back. âthen youâre not seeing mine for an entire week!â
âfine! then you wonât see and touch mine for two weeks!â
âfine by me!â
âfine! goodnight!â
âi feel that,â you say in a threatening tone.
jungkook sighs obnoxiously and moves back his boxers-covered crotch, yet he insists on tangling his legs with yours and hugging your torso close. you know he canât sleep without his personal pillow, after all.
âi am in a very awkward sleeping position right now, i hope youâre happy.â
you giggle in satisfaction. âyeah, weâre never breaking up.â
I absolutely love the way you write and have been wanting advice for the longest time. I am starting to write a Jungkook-based series too, and have been in a dilemma...I absolutely hate the thought of writing in second person e.g "You opened the book..." (as much as I love reading it, but can't digest writing it) and my desire to name the reader character an original character name is much higher than simply writing Y/N or ____ and I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do....If you could, please help me with some tips?
I want to maintain originality, but after all, what I am writing is just fanfiction and not an actual book, and writing it in the traditional fanfiction way doesn't sit right with me....
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Jungkook knew by the third time whatever you were doing was far from innocent. The first time had been easy to ignore. You'd stepped closer while he was grabbing a drink, hand gliding down his grey vest as if there was something to fix, even though it was already perfect.
Then while eating, you'd brushed your hand over his thigh under the table. Although it's a habitual action but your fingers trailed a little too high and dangerously close to where he was already starting to feel the strain in his pants.
Later, when his aunt was showing some old photographs, his hand had rested politely on your waist, while you pressed back almost grinding against his crotch without anyone noticing.
God, you've kept testing his patience since you both arrived here.
From your side, it really wasnât your fault.
Your husband looked disgustingly hot tonight. The white shirt, the grey vest, the diamond brooch you'd gotten him and those fucking gold rings on his fingers. Your husband looked straight out of a scandalous magazine no less.
It had been too long since heâd properly touched you.
And by too long you mean this morning which only consisted of a desperate makeout session against the dressing table until his dad had called to remind not to be late for the family gathering.
so here he was- looking like pure sin in front of everyone while you were starving for your husband's touch. it's only fair enough to make him suffer too, right. But as you continued with your evil plan of torturing him with your little touches, you began enjoying it too much.
Jungkook was barely holding it together now. He's trying to look relaxed but you knew him too well. Oh, how he wishes if he could just bend you over this instant and fuck that brattyness out of you.
âAigoo, I left my reading glasses in the kitchen.â
âIâll get them for you, halmeoni.â You give her a sweet smile before making your to the kitchen.
The moment you reach for the glasses on the counter, a very familiar tattooed arm slams against the cabinet beside your head.
You turn around to find the man you've been successfully avoiding to meet alone. Jungkookâs other hand lands on your hip trapping you between his arms as he presses himself into you. You could absolutely feel the unmistakable bulge pressing against your body.
âWhat are you doing?â You try to keep your voice innocent.
Jungkook scoffs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head. âYou find this funny, huh?â
You try to bite back your smile. âI donât know what youâre talking about..â
âKeep up with the act and Iâll bend you over this counter right fucking now."
You gulp because your husband may or may not be kidding about this.
âHalmeoni!â you gasp looking at the doorway behind him.
Jungkook jerks back so fast he nearly loses his balance as his face shifts from predatory to panicked in a heartbeat.
By the time he figures there's no one behind, you're snatching the glasses off the counter and dart past him with a bright giggle as you escape the kitchen.
âYou littleââ
He shakes his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair with a mix of amusement, adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious problem created by his wife.
--
By evening, itâs worse.
Much worse.
The garden's lit up with warm string lights filled with fun chattering and laughters.
But not for Jungkook, because heâs been on edge for hours now and itâs starting to show.
You see it in the way his fingers keeps drumming impatiently, in how his attention drifts back to you no matter who heâs talking to.
Which only makes it harder not to smile.
You sit on the grass with his niece, completely occupied as she shows you her new hair clip collection, nodding along, sharing a laugh at whatever sheâs explaining.
âReally?â you speak clipping one on her. âThatâs your favorite?â
She nods enthusiastically putting a few on your hair too.
âAre you staying?â she suddenly asks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.
"Uhh.."
âStay.â She fists lightly at your dress with her little hand. âPlease?"
You soften instantly and glance up to meet Jungkookâs eyes.
The second he sees that look on your face he knows exactly what youâre about to do.
âNo, we can'tââ
âWe can stay,â you say at the same time, smiling down at her.
You donât look at your husband right away.
because you already know what youâll see.
and when you finally do glance upâ
Yeah.
There it is.
You actually have to press your lips together to stop a laugh.
Of course you didn't intend to stay the night but you also didn't have the heart to say no to his cute little niece. As the night stretches on everyone's scattered. Some have already gone to bed while others lounge in watching an old movie.
Youâre curled up on a big sofa, laughing along with Jungkookâs cousins. Jungkook sits across from you joining in here and there.
Itâs almost midnight and youâre still showing zero urgency to leave. Your usually patient husband is hanging on by a thread. Jungkook stands up after a moment before letting you know he's heading to bed and you sure catch the sharp edge in his voice when he looks at you.
You give it another twenty minutes before making your way down the room in the hallway where you always stay in whenever you visit.
Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the room.
Did Jungkook really fall asleep?
You did tease him a lot today. Heâs been worked up since morning and you spent the entire day pushing his buttons.
You pout closing the door behind you. What if he actually got annoyed and decided to just sleep?
The thought barely forms before strong hands grab your waist from behind and you're pinned against the door.
Jungkookâs hand slides up gripping your jaw to tilt your head back. You catch the intensity radiating off him as the moonlight spills through the thin curtains.
He breaths out dangerously calm.
âHad too much fun today, didn't you?â His body burns hot against yours. He only has his trousers on. You can feel how painfully hard he is as his thick length of his cock presses insistently against your ass.
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip almost too possessive.
âMy turn now.â
A soft whimper escapes your lips the moment he speaks into your ear. One of his large palm squeezes your waist while the other slides down along your thigh.
You whimper again pressing back against him seeking more friction. The movement makes him growl in warning.
He reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress and yanks it down almost roughly making it pool at your feet. For a second you think heâs finally going to fuck you senseless against the door. but you know your husband too well. After all the teasing you put him through today- heâs going to make you pay for every single second of it first.
You almost whine the moment you feel the loss of his heat. You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Turning around fully, you find Jungkook has dropped his trousers. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his black boxers.
The obscene bulge straining against it only adds more to your wetness.
âCome here.â
Your legs feel weak as you walk towards him.
His gaze drops to your panties. âOff.â
You do as he says, sliding off your drenched fabric down your legs.
Jungkook taps his thick thigh once, manspreading wider. You already know exactly what he wants.
The moment your dripping core makes contact with his veiny muscle, a sharp gasp leaves your lips. His thigh is warm and firm and slightly rough with a light dusting of hair that drags deliciously against your sensitive folds.
Your arms hook around his neck for balance as you begin to rock your hips forward.
His eyes stay locked on where your pussy is pressed, watching the way your slick glistens on his skin.
His muscle flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your clit. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder with a broken moan.
âJungkoo-â You can feel how wet you are by how easily youâre gliding over his thigh. Jungkook leans back on his palms flat on the bed behind him.
He doesnât touch you even once. Even as his cock is straining hard against his boxers leaving a wet patch from watching you use him.
Normally, Jungkookâs hands and mouth are always on you. So you know he's deliberately making you suffer.
You moan louder as desperation starts to build. Your slick is dripping down his thigh now.
âKook.. pleaseâ
You become needy. Youâre aching for his hands, for his mouth, for anything he's willing to give.
Your hands slide down his chest, pressing against the hard planes of muscle. You need more. You need him to touch you.
You dip your head and bite down on his shoulder making him hiss through his teeth.
âKook.. touch me..â
Your voice comes out in a pathetic whimper.
Jungkook exhales through his nose in a mock.
You whine loudly, hips stuttering against his thigh as you try to chase the pleasure but it's not enough. Itâs almost painful not having your husbandâs hands on you when you need him the most.
Your hand moves down to palm him over his boxers. Jungkook lets out a groan jerking up into your touch.
One moment you're riding his thigh and the next you find yourself thrown onto the bed.
âYouâre not getting to touch me soon.â
His words vibrate against your skin as he licks a stripe from the column of your throat.
âMy wife's been such a brat."
You whimper trying to reach for him again but he catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them above your head. Jungkook reaches for something beside you and you know from the feel of it that it's the grey tie he wore. He ties the silk around your wrists tight enough that you feel the gentle bite of restraint.
Jungkook sits back admiring his work. His eyes rake slowly over your body while his fingers barely touch over your belly. Jungkookâs eyes darken even more as he watches you squirm beneath him.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to make you gasp followed by the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks hard.
He pulls back up to hover his lips barely an inch away from your own, so close you can feel the warmth of his whiskey breath. You chase his mouth, lips parting in plea to pull him down into a proper kiss. Jungkook exhales a low laugh against your lips. Your back archs as he unclasps your bra.
âYou know the safe word?â he speaks against your skin as he starts kissing his way down between the valley of your breasts.
You whine nodding frantically, too worked up to form proper words.
He pauses above your left nipple, his warm breath fanning over the hardened peak.
âwords, sweetheart.â
âyes.. jungkook, pleaseââ
The plea barely leaves your mouth before he finally sucks hard around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud while his hand continues its torturous path, fingers barely moving along your slick folds.
He alternates between sucking and gentle bites on your breast, then moves to the other one giving it the same attention. All the while, his fingers tease your entrance dipping in just the tip of one finger before pulling back.
Youâre panting now, wrists straining against his tie, body arching up into his mouth and hand. Jungkook lifts his head, eyes locked on your flushed face as he continues his slow descent down your body, lips and tongue tracing a wet path over your stomach until he settles between your spread thighs.
When his eyes land on your pussy, a rough sound rumbles from his chest. A thin string of arousal clings to your inner thigh and every time your walls clench around nothing, more of it leaks out.
âIâm sorry,â your voice comes out as a broke whimper. âSorry, Jungkook.. pleaseâ
Itâs embarrassing how quickly the apology spills from your lips even though he hasnât said a single word yet.
Jungkook hums against your thigh. He lifts your left leg angling it up to rest your ankle on his broad shoulder. The new position spreads you open even more for him, exposing your dripping pussy completely to his hungry gaze.
âCanât hear you.â He places an open-mouthed kiss right on the inside of your ankle.
You whine pathetically.
âKook, please...â Your voice cracks with desperation. âneed you.. so bad. pleaseââ
Jungkook's own desperation wins as he dips his head down dragging his tongue through your folds. The loud moan escapes you as your back arches for him. His hot tongue laps at you with deliberate strokes.
The cool silver of his lip rings only add more to your pleasure as he eats you out like a mad man. One of his hands grips your thigh tightly holding your leg in place on his shoulder while the other slides under your ass, tilting your hips up so he can bury his face deeper between your legs. You moan his name like prayers.
You bring your tied hands to thread your fingers into his hair. Jungkook groans loudly at the tug. His scalp stings from how hard youâre pulling but it only seems to spur him on.
You cry out from the pleasure of his relentless licking, sucking and kissing every inch of your dripping pussy.
Youâre shaking. Whimpering. Already close to tears from how badly you need to come but Jungkook pulls back every time only to start the torturous cycle all over again.
âHands above your head.â Jungkook spreads your folds open with two fingers before you feel the flat of his ring-clad fingers directly onto your swollen clit. You let out a sharp moan as the thick gold rings make contact with your overheated skin. "Fuckââ
He knows how much you love these. How fucking turned on you get every time you see them on his hands. He starts rubbing circles over your clit, letting them drag again and again adding a new kind of delicious friction that makes your toes curl.
Your arousal is leaking steadily down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you more so coating his shiny gold.
âLook at you,â He murmurs opening you up more. âDripping all over my rings like a desperate little wife. You love feeling them on your pretty pussy, donât you?â
You desperately pull down on your tied wrists against the sheets. Your hips twitch uncontrollably trying to grind against the cool metal.
Jungkook chuckles darkly.
He dips his fingers lower curling them deep.
Tears of pleasure stings your eyes as your husband mercilessly continues with fucking you with his fingers.
Every time your moans get louder, every time your pussy starts clenching too hard around his fingers he slows down or pulls back completely leaving you empty and throbbing.
You sob from the frustration and overwhelming pleasure. âI canât.. koo.. please let me come..â
Jungkook leans down pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your inner thigh. âNo,â he sounds almost gentle despite the cruel way heâs denying you.
âYouâre gonna come only on my cock tonight.â
He flips you over onto your stomach as his possessive hands manhandle your body yanking your ass up high.
Your tied hands remain stretched above your head. Your back arches deeply, ass presented perfectly for him pussy dripping and exposed.
âFuck, look at you,â He holds you in place with a bruising grip as he admires the view of his wife.
You finally finally feel the drag of Jungkookâs leaking cock through your soaked folds. The hot tip teases your clit all the way down to your entrance. You canât help it as you push back against him trying to take him inside.
âMy greedy little wife,â he lets out a chuckle.
Before you can form a single word he pushes in with a deep thrust. A loud cry rips from your throat. Jungkookâs cock finds home as he buries himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness makes your walls flutter wildly around him.
âFuck- baby,â he groans, fingers digging harder into your waist.
He doesnât give you any time to breathe. He pulls back almost all the way only to slam back in harder setting a brutal pace right away. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts.
Your hands fist the sheets above your head as he fucks you roughly from behind manhandling your body however he pleases.
âTake it,â his voice drips possession. âTake every fucking inch like youâve been begging for all day.â
Youâre so glad the rooms in this farmhouse are built soundproof because the noises spilling from your mouth are beyond obscene. Every brutal thrust forces another filthy sound out of you. wet slaps of skin against skin mixing with the squelch of your soaked pussy taking his cock.
Jungkook fucks you rough and deep. His relentless pace makes you see stars. pounding into you from behind as if heâs trying to fuck the brat right out of your body.
His hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast to grope the soft flesh roughly. His fingers find your hardened nipple and pinch it hard.
You cry out.
Youâre so close already.
He tugs your hair back roughly with one hand making your back arch until it presses against his strong chest. A strangled moan rips from your throat. The new position has his cock hitting even deeper inside you.
His hand snakes up your body and wraps firmly around your throat making your moan turn choked.
âYou donât get to come until I say so."
He bites down on whatever part of your skin his mouth can reach. His teeth sink in to leave dark bruises, marking you up as he continues thrusting into you with punishing strokes.
âAll fucking mine,â he growls right against your ear. His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he speaks. "Taking my cock so well.â
His other hand slides down your body pressing rubbing against your swollen clit.
The sudden added stimulation makes your entire body jerks violently as the orgasm crashes through you.
Tears spill freely from your eyes, sliding down into your hair as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Your pussy gushes around him while he keeps thrusting through it until your legs shake uncontrollably.
"such a brat, aren't you."
You barely recover from the first orgasm of the night before your husband has you on your back.
You try focusing your blurry eyes on him.
Jungkook has his hand stroking his cock glistening with your sweet arousal. The sight of you wrecked and crying beneath him makes him more feral.
He moves on top of you taking your tied wrists and pins them above your head. His mouth crashes down on you hard.
Jungkook barely gives you a moment to breathe between his devouring kisses. You moan against his lips as his cock slides all the way in you again. His hand tightens around your wrists as he starts fucking you harder.
Though the Jeon house has highest grade furnitures but the way Jungkook fucks into you. you pray the bed doesn't break.
âWanted your husband's cock so bad, didnât you?â he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. âNow take it. All of it. Itâs all yours, baby.â
You can only sob in pleasure as he fucks you into oblivion as he keeps pounding and pouring filthy praises just for you.
You feel like youâre floating in a dream.
You have no idea how many hours have passed. All you know is the endless pleasure of being pulled apart and put back together by your husbandâs insatiable hunger.
His stamina is almost animalistic, reminding you of your honeymoon phase when he'd made love seven days a week. In your husband's words, he could never get enough of his beautiful wife.
Jungkook has always been quite experimental with your sex life. loves trying new things, toys, positions on you. but his absolute favourite is still classic missionary. because he gets to see your face when you come.
Jungkook has both of your legs pushed up over his shoulders now folding you in half as he drives into you insane. The angle is brutal, making your eyes roll back.
when he pulls your legs down making them wrap weakly around his waist. your thighs are barely able to hold onto him so Jungkook hooks one arm under your thigh holding it up for you. Youâve completely lost count of how many orgasms youâve had tonight.
Your mind is too blissed out to keep track of anything and your husband just canât seem to stop. Jungkook chases every broken moan that leaves your lips.
By the time he finally spills inside you for the last time, youâre more than completely spent.
Your body is covered in his marks. Your pussy is leaking his cum and your legs are shaking so badly you know with absolute certainty you wonât be able to walk properly tomorrow morning.
Jungkook collapses beside you holding you in his arms. You're too dizzy to figure what's happening anymore. But you sure feel your wrists getting lighter followed by so many soft kisses on them and your forehead and your cheeks before you finally pass out.
--
The first thing you register as you awaken are feather-light touches gliding over your skin along with lips trailing down your bare back. You stir letting out a hum.
Jungkookâs hand continues its slow caress down the curve of your waist, over the dip of your hip, then back up again. He becomes so soft after every intense night you spend together. It never not makes you fall for him harder each time.
Jungkook nuzzles his head into your neck while his hand slips between your legs with aching gentleness. His fingers almost caresses over your swollen folds.
A soft whine escapes you as turn around in his embrace, but the moment you do, a sharp hiss leaves your lips.
âShit, babyâ he speaks while his eyes look down to check. âhurts a lot?â
you nuzzle your face into his neck seeking his warmth.
âI can manage..â you mumble against his skin.
Jungkook places a kiss to your hair.
âIâll cook your favourite pasta when we get home."
You immediately look up at him.
âWork?â
He brushes a hair aside from your face.
âTaking the day off.â
Your face lights up and you lean to peck his cheek.
âIâll make cheesecake too.â Jungkook shows you his other cheek.
You smile childishly wrapping your arms around his neck smacking another one of your sweet pecks.
âAnd?â
He slides you closer by your waist, tangling your legs together with his.
âAnd Iâm gonna give you a Jeon Jungkook special massage,â he finishes with a peck on your nose.
âAnd?â you tilt your head still grinning.
Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh.
âAnd Iâm gonna spoil my wife so so much.â his thumb brushes over your cheek.
âYou already do,â you lean in to kiss him properly on the lips. He chases your mouth when you try to pull away.
âWell, Iâll add more to that then." A shared giggle fills between you as Jungkook rolls on top of you and starts attacking you with more of his kisses.
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Jungkook knew by the third time whatever you were doing was far from innocent. The first time had been easy to ignore. You'd stepped closer while he was grabbing a drink, hand gliding down his grey vest as if there was something to fix, even though it was already perfect.
Then while eating, you'd brushed your hand over his thigh under the table. Although it's a habitual action but your fingers trailed a little too high and dangerously close to where he was already starting to feel the strain in his pants.
Later, when his aunt was showing some old photographs, his hand had rested politely on your waist, while you pressed back almost grinding against his crotch without anyone noticing.
God, you've kept testing his patience since you both arrived here.
From your side, it really wasnât your fault.
Your husband looked disgustingly hot tonight. The white shirt, the grey vest, the diamond brooch you'd gotten him and those fucking gold rings on his fingers. Your husband looked straight out of a scandalous magazine no less.
It had been too long since heâd properly touched you.
And by too long you mean this morning which only consisted of a desperate makeout session against the dressing table until his dad had called to remind not to be late for the family gathering.
so here he was- looking like pure sin in front of everyone while you were starving for your husband's touch. it's only fair enough to make him suffer too, right. But as you continued with your evil plan of torturing him with your little touches, you began enjoying it too much.
Jungkook was barely holding it together now. He's trying to look relaxed but you knew him too well. Oh, how he wishes if he could just bend you over this instant and fuck that brattyness out of you.
âAigoo, I left my reading glasses in the kitchen.â
âIâll get them for you, halmeoni.â You give her a sweet smile before making your to the kitchen.
The moment you reach for the glasses on the counter, a very familiar tattooed arm slams against the cabinet beside your head.
You turn around to find the man you've been successfully avoiding to meet alone. Jungkookâs other hand lands on your hip trapping you between his arms as he presses himself into you. You could absolutely feel the unmistakable bulge pressing against your body.
âWhat are you doing?â You try to keep your voice innocent.
Jungkook scoffs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head. âYou find this funny, huh?â
You try to bite back your smile. âI donât know what youâre talking about..â
âKeep up with the act and Iâll bend you over this counter right fucking now."
You gulp because your husband may or may not be kidding about this.
âHalmeoni!â you gasp looking at the doorway behind him.
Jungkook jerks back so fast he nearly loses his balance as his face shifts from predatory to panicked in a heartbeat.
By the time he figures there's no one behind, you're snatching the glasses off the counter and dart past him with a bright giggle as you escape the kitchen.
âYou littleââ
He shakes his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair with a mix of amusement, adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious problem created by his wife.
--
By evening, itâs worse.
Much worse.
The garden's lit up with warm string lights filled with fun chattering and laughters.
But not for Jungkook, because heâs been on edge for hours now and itâs starting to show.
You see it in the way his fingers keeps drumming impatiently, in how his attention drifts back to you no matter who heâs talking to.
Which only makes it harder not to smile.
You sit on the grass with his niece, completely occupied as she shows you her new hair clip collection, nodding along, sharing a laugh at whatever sheâs explaining.
âReally?â you speak clipping one on her. âThatâs your favorite?â
She nods enthusiastically putting a few on your hair too.
âAre you staying?â she suddenly asks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.
"Uhh.."
âStay.â She fists lightly at your dress with her little hand. âPlease?"
You soften instantly and glance up to meet Jungkookâs eyes.
The second he sees that look on your face he knows exactly what youâre about to do.
âNo, we can'tââ
âWe can stay,â you say at the same time, smiling down at her.
You donât look at your husband right away.
because you already know what youâll see.
and when you finally do glance upâ
Yeah.
There it is.
You actually have to press your lips together to stop a laugh.
Of course you didn't intend to stay the night but you also didn't have the heart to say no to his cute little niece. As the night stretches on everyone's scattered. Some have already gone to bed while others lounge in watching an old movie.
Youâre curled up on a big sofa, laughing along with Jungkookâs cousins. Jungkook sits across from you joining in here and there.
Itâs almost midnight and youâre still showing zero urgency to leave. Your usually patient husband is hanging on by a thread. Jungkook stands up after a moment before letting you know he's heading to bed and you sure catch the sharp edge in his voice when he looks at you.
You give it another twenty minutes before making your way down the room in the hallway where you always stay in whenever you visit.
Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the room.
Did Jungkook really fall asleep?
You did tease him a lot today. Heâs been worked up since morning and you spent the entire day pushing his buttons.
You pout closing the door behind you. What if he actually got annoyed and decided to just sleep?
The thought barely forms before strong hands grab your waist from behind and you're pinned against the door.
Jungkookâs hand slides up gripping your jaw to tilt your head back. You catch the intensity radiating off him as the moonlight spills through the thin curtains.
He breaths out dangerously calm.
âHad too much fun today, didn't you?â His body burns hot against yours. He only has his trousers on. You can feel how painfully hard he is as his thick length of his cock presses insistently against your ass.
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip almost too possessive.
âMy turn now.â
A soft whimper escapes your lips the moment he speaks into your ear. One of his large palm squeezes your waist while the other slides down along your thigh.
You whimper again pressing back against him seeking more friction. The movement makes him growl in warning.
He reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress and yanks it down almost roughly making it pool at your feet. For a second you think heâs finally going to fuck you senseless against the door. but you know your husband too well. After all the teasing you put him through today- heâs going to make you pay for every single second of it first.
You almost whine the moment you feel the loss of his heat. You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Turning around fully, you find Jungkook has dropped his trousers. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his black boxers.
The obscene bulge straining against it only adds more to your wetness.
âCome here.â
Your legs feel weak as you walk towards him.
His gaze drops to your panties. âOff.â
You do as he says, sliding off your drenched fabric down your legs.
Jungkook taps his thick thigh once, manspreading wider. You already know exactly what he wants.
The moment your dripping core makes contact with his veiny muscle, a sharp gasp leaves your lips. His thigh is warm and firm and slightly rough with a light dusting of hair that drags deliciously against your sensitive folds.
Your arms hook around his neck for balance as you begin to rock your hips forward.
His eyes stay locked on where your pussy is pressed, watching the way your slick glistens on his skin.
His muscle flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your clit. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder with a broken moan.
âJungkoo-â You can feel how wet you are by how easily youâre gliding over his thigh. Jungkook leans back on his palms flat on the bed behind him.
He doesnât touch you even once. Even as his cock is straining hard against his boxers leaving a wet patch from watching you use him.
Normally, Jungkookâs hands and mouth are always on you. So you know he's deliberately making you suffer.
You moan louder as desperation starts to build. Your slick is dripping down his thigh now.
âKook.. pleaseâ
You become needy. Youâre aching for his hands, for his mouth, for anything he's willing to give.
Your hands slide down his chest, pressing against the hard planes of muscle. You need more. You need him to touch you.
You dip your head and bite down on his shoulder making him hiss through his teeth.
âKook.. touch me..â
Your voice comes out in a pathetic whimper.
Jungkook exhales through his nose in a mock.
You whine loudly, hips stuttering against his thigh as you try to chase the pleasure but it's not enough. Itâs almost painful not having your husbandâs hands on you when you need him the most.
Your hand moves down to palm him over his boxers. Jungkook lets out a groan jerking up into your touch.
One moment you're riding his thigh and the next you find yourself thrown onto the bed.
âYouâre not getting to touch me soon.â
His words vibrate against your skin as he licks a stripe from the column of your throat.
âMy wife's been such a brat."
You whimper trying to reach for him again but he catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them above your head. Jungkook reaches for something beside you and you know from the feel of it that it's the grey tie he wore. He ties the silk around your wrists tight enough that you feel the gentle bite of restraint.
Jungkook sits back admiring his work. His eyes rake slowly over your body while his fingers barely touch over your belly. Jungkookâs eyes darken even more as he watches you squirm beneath him.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to make you gasp followed by the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks hard.
He pulls back up to hover his lips barely an inch away from your own, so close you can feel the warmth of his whiskey breath. You chase his mouth, lips parting in plea to pull him down into a proper kiss. Jungkook exhales a low laugh against your lips. Your back archs as he unclasps your bra.
âYou know the safe word?â he speaks against your skin as he starts kissing his way down between the valley of your breasts.
You whine nodding frantically, too worked up to form proper words.
He pauses above your left nipple, his warm breath fanning over the hardened peak.
âUse your words, sweetheart.â
âYes.. Jungkook, pleaseââ
The plea barely leaves your mouth before he finally sucks hard around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud while his hand continues its torturous path, fingers barely moving along your slick folds.
He alternates between sucking and gentle bites on your breast, then moves to the other one giving it the same attention. All the while, his fingers tease your entrance dipping in just the tip of one finger before pulling back.
Youâre panting now, wrists straining against his tie, body arching up into his mouth and hand. Jungkook lifts his head, eyes locked on your flushed face as he continues his slow descent down your body, lips and tongue tracing a wet path over your stomach until he settles between your spread thighs.
When his eyes land on your pussy, a rough sound rumbles from his chest. A thin string of arousal clings to your inner thigh and every time your walls clench around nothing, more of it leaks out.
âIâm sorry,â your voice comes out as a broke whimper. âSorry, Jungkook.. pleaseâ
Itâs embarrassing how quickly the apology spills from your lips even though he hasnât said a single word yet.
Jungkook hums against your thigh. He lifts your left leg angling it up to rest your ankle on his broad shoulder. The new position spreads you open even more for him, exposing your dripping pussy completely to his hungry gaze.
âCanât hear you.â He places an open-mouthed kiss right on the inside of your ankle.
You whine pathetically.
âKook, please...â Your voice cracks with desperation. âneed you.. so bad. pleaseââ
Jungkook's own desperation wins as he dips his head down dragging his tongue through your folds. The loud moan escapes you as your back arches for him. His hot tongue laps at you with deliberate strokes.
The cool silver of his lip rings only add more to your pleasure as he eats you out like a mad man. One of his hands grips your thigh tightly holding your leg in place on his shoulder while the other slides under your ass, tilting your hips up so he can bury his face deeper between your legs. You moan his name like prayers.
You bring your tied hands to thread your fingers into his hair. Jungkook groans loudly at the tug. His scalp stings from how hard youâre pulling but it only seems to spur him on.
You cry out from the pleasure of his relentless licking, sucking and kissing every inch of your dripping pussy.
Youâre shaking. Whimpering. Already close to tears from how badly you need to come but Jungkook pulls back every time only to start the torturous cycle all over again.
âHands above your head.â Jungkook spreads your folds open with two fingers before you feel the flat of his ring-clad fingers directly onto your swollen clit. You let out a sharp moan as the thick gold rings make contact with your overheated skin. "Fuckââ
He knows how much you love these. How fucking turned on you get every time you see them on his hands. He starts rubbing circles over your clit, letting them drag again and again adding a new kind of delicious friction that makes your toes curl.
Your arousal is leaking steadily down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you more so coating his shiny gold.
âLook at you,â He murmurs opening you up more. âDripping all over my rings like a desperate little wife. You love feeling them on your pretty pussy, donât you?â
You desperately pull down on your tied wrists against the sheets. Your hips twitch uncontrollably trying to grind against the cool metal.
Jungkook chuckles darkly.
He dips his fingers lower curling them deep.
Tears of pleasure stings your eyes as your husband mercilessly continues with fucking you with his fingers.
Every time your moans get louder, every time your pussy starts clenching too hard around his fingers he slows down or pulls back completely leaving you empty and throbbing.
You sob from the frustration and overwhelming pleasure. âI canât.. koo.. please let me come..â
Jungkook leans down pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your inner thigh. âNo,â he sounds almost gentle despite the cruel way heâs denying you.
âYouâre gonna come only on my cock tonight.â
He flips you over onto your stomach as his possessive hands manhandle your body yanking your ass up high.
Your tied hands remain stretched above your head. Your back arches deeply, ass presented perfectly for him pussy dripping and exposed.
âFuck, look at you,â He holds you in place with a bruising grip as he admires the view of his wife.
You finally finally feel the drag of Jungkookâs leaking cock through your soaked folds. The hot tip teases your clit all the way down to your entrance. You canât help it as you push back against him trying to take him inside.
âMy greedy little wife,â he lets out a chuckle.
Before you can form a single word he pushes in with a deep thrust. A loud cry rips from your throat. Jungkookâs cock finds home as he buries himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness makes your walls flutter wildly around him.
âFuck- baby,â he groans, fingers digging harder into your waist.
He doesnât give you any time to breathe. He pulls back almost all the way only to slam back in harder setting a brutal pace right away. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts.
Your hands fist the sheets above your head as he fucks you roughly from behind manhandling your body however he pleases.
âTake it,â his voice drips possession. âTake every fucking inch like youâve been begging for all day.â
Youâre so glad the rooms in this farmhouse are built soundproof because the noises spilling from your mouth are beyond obscene. Every brutal thrust forces another filthy sound out of you. wet slaps of skin against skin mixing with the squelch of your soaked pussy taking his cock.
Jungkook fucks you rough and deep. His relentless pace makes you see stars. pounding into you from behind as if heâs trying to fuck the brat right out of your body.
His hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast to grope the soft flesh roughly. His fingers find your hardened nipple and pinch it hard.
You cry out.
Youâre so close already.
He tugs your hair back roughly with one hand making your back arch until it presses against his strong chest. A strangled moan rips from your throat. The new position has his cock hitting even deeper inside you.
His hand snakes up your body and wraps firmly around your throat making your moan turn choked.
âYou donât get to come until I say so."
He bites down on whatever part of your skin his mouth can reach. His teeth sink in to leave dark bruises, marking you up as he continues thrusting into you with punishing strokes.
âAll fucking mine,â he growls right against your ear. His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he speaks. "Taking my cock so well.â
His other hand slides down your body pressing rubbing against your swollen clit.
The sudden added stimulation makes your entire body jerks violently as the orgasm crashes through you.
Tears spill freely from your eyes, sliding down into your hair as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Your pussy gushes around him while he keeps thrusting through it until your legs shake uncontrollably.
"such a brat, aren't you."
You barely recover from the first orgasm of the night before your husband has you on your back.
You try focusing your blurry eyes on him.
Jungkook has his hand stroking his cock glistening with your sweet arousal. The sight of you wrecked and crying beneath him makes him more feral.
He moves on top of you taking your tied wrists and pins them above your head. His mouth crashes down on you hard.
Jungkook barely gives you a moment to breathe between his devouring kisses. You moan against his lips as his cock slides all the way in you again. His hand tightens around your wrists as he starts fucking you harder.
Though the Jeon house has highest grade furnitures but the way Jungkook fucks into you. you pray the bed doesn't break.
âWanted your husband's cock so bad, didnât you?â he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. âNow take it. All of it. Itâs all yours, baby.â
You can only sob in pleasure as he fucks you into oblivion as he keeps pounding and pouring filthy praises just for you.
You feel like youâre floating in a dream.
You have no idea how many hours have passed. All you know is the endless pleasure of being pulled apart and put back together by your husbandâs insatiable hunger.
His stamina is almost animalistic, reminding you of your honeymoon phase when he'd made love seven days a week. In your husband's words, he could never get enough of his beautiful wife.
Jungkook has always been quite experimental with your sex life. loves trying new things, toys, positions on you. but his absolute favourite is still classic missionary. because he gets to see your face when you come.
Jungkook has both of your legs pushed up over his shoulders now folding you in half as he drives into you insane. The angle is brutal, making your eyes roll back.
when he pulls your legs down making them wrap weakly around his waist. your thighs are barely able to hold onto him so Jungkook hooks one arm under your thigh holding it up for you. Youâve completely lost count of how many orgasms youâve had tonight.
Your mind is too blissed out to keep track of anything and your husband just canât seem to stop. Jungkook chases every broken moan that leaves your lips.
By the time he finally spills inside you for the last time, youâre more than completely spent.
Your body is covered in his marks. Your pussy is leaking his cum and your legs are shaking so badly you know with absolute certainty you wonât be able to walk properly tomorrow morning.
Jungkook collapses beside you holding you in his arms. You're too dizzy to figure what's happening anymore. But you sure feel your wrists getting lighter followed by so many soft kisses on them and your forehead and your cheeks before you finally pass out.
--
The first thing you register as you awaken are feather-light touches gliding over your skin along with lips trailing down your bare back. You stir letting out a hum.
Jungkookâs hand continues its slow caress down the curve of your waist, over the dip of your hip, then back up again. He becomes so soft after every intense night you spend together. It never not makes you fall for him harder each time.
Jungkook nuzzles his head into your neck while his hand slips between your legs with aching gentleness. His fingers almost caresses over your swollen folds.
A soft whine escapes you as turn around in his embrace, but the moment you do, a sharp hiss leaves your lips.
âShit, babyâ he speaks while his eyes look down to check. âhurts a lot?â
you nuzzle your face into his neck seeking his warmth.
âI can manage..â you mumble against his skin.
Jungkook places a kiss to your hair.
âIâll cook your favourite pasta when we get home."
You immediately look up at him.
âWork?â
He brushes a hair aside from your face.
âTaking the day off.â
Your face lights up and you lean to peck his cheek.
âIâll make cheesecake too.â Jungkook shows you his other cheek.
You smile childishly wrapping your arms around his neck smacking another one of your sweet pecks.
âAnd?â
He slides you closer by your waist, tangling your legs together with his.
âAnd Iâm gonna give her a Jeon Jungkook special massage,â he finishes with a peck on your nose.
âAnd?â you tilt your head still grinning.
Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh.
âAnd Iâm gonna spoil my wife so so much.â his thumb brushes over your cheek.
âYou already do,â you lean in to kiss him properly on the lips. He chases your mouth when you try to pull away.
âWell, Iâll add more to that then." A shared giggle fills between you as Jungkook rolls on top of you and starts attacking you with more of his kisses.
Jungkook knew by the third time whatever you were doing was far from innocent. The first time had been easy to ignore. You'd stepped closer while he was grabbing a drink, hand gliding down his grey vest as if there was something to fix, even though it was already perfect.
Then while eating, you'd brushed your hand over his thigh under the table. Although it's a habitual action but your fingers trailed a little too high and dangerously close to where he was already starting to feel the strain in his pants.
Later, when his aunt was showing some old photographs, his hand had rested politely on your waist, while you pressed back almost grinding against his crotch without anyone noticing.
God, you've kept testing his patience since you both arrived here.
From your side, it really wasnât your fault.
Your husband looked disgustingly hot tonight. The white shirt, the grey vest, the diamond brooch you'd gotten him and those fucking gold rings on his fingers. Your husband looked straight out of a scandalous magazine no less.
It had been too long since heâd properly touched you.
And by too long you mean this morning which only consisted of a desperate makeout session against the dressing table until his dad had called to remind not to be late for the family gathering.
so here he was- looking like pure sin in front of everyone while you were starving for your husband's touch. it's only fair enough to make him suffer too, right. But as you continued with your evil plan of torturing him with your little touches, you began enjoying it too much.
Jungkook was barely holding it together now. He's trying to look relaxed but you knew him too well. Oh, how he wishes if he could just bend you over this instant and fuck that brattyness out of you.
âAigoo, I left my reading glasses in the kitchen.â
âIâll get them for you, halmeoni.â You give her a sweet smile before making your to the kitchen.
The moment you reach for the glasses on the counter, a very familiar tattooed arm slams against the cabinet beside your head.
You turn around to find the man you've been successfully avoiding to meet alone. Jungkookâs other hand lands on your hip trapping you between his arms as he presses himself into you. You could absolutely feel the unmistakable bulge pressing against your body.
âWhat are you doing?â You try to keep your voice innocent.
Jungkook scoffs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head. âYou find this funny, huh?â
You try to bite back your smile. âI donât know what youâre talking about..â
âKeep up with the act and Iâll bend you over this counter right fucking now."
You gulp because your husband may or may not be kidding about this.
âHalmeoni!â you gasp looking at the doorway behind him.
Jungkook jerks back so fast he nearly loses his balance as his face shifts from predatory to panicked in a heartbeat.
By the time he figures there's no one behind, you're snatching the glasses off the counter and dart past him with a bright giggle as you escape the kitchen.
âYou littleââ
He shakes his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair with a mix of amusement, adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious problem created by his wife.
--
By evening, itâs worse.
Much worse.
The garden's lit up with warm string lights filled with fun chattering and laughters.
But not for Jungkook, because heâs been on edge for hours now and itâs starting to show.
You see it in the way his fingers keeps drumming impatiently, in how his attention drifts back to you no matter who heâs talking to.
Which only makes it harder not to smile.
You sit on the grass with his niece, completely occupied as she shows you her new hair clip collection, nodding along, sharing a laugh at whatever sheâs explaining.
âReally?â you speak clipping one on her. âThatâs your favorite?â
She nods enthusiastically putting a few on your hair too.
âAre you staying?â she suddenly asks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.
"Uhh.."
âStay.â She fists lightly at your dress with her little hand. âPlease?"
You soften instantly and glance up to meet Jungkookâs eyes.
The second he sees that look on your face he knows exactly what youâre about to do.
âNo, we can'tââ
âWe can stay,â you say at the same time, smiling down at her.
You donât look at your husband right away.
because you already know what youâll see.
and when you finally do glance upâ
Yeah.
There it is.
You actually have to press your lips together to stop a laugh.
Of course you didn't intend to stay the night but you also didn't have the heart to say no to his cute little niece. As the night stretches on everyone's scattered. Some have already gone to bed while others lounge in watching an old movie.
Youâre curled up on a big sofa, laughing along with Jungkookâs cousins. Jungkook sits across from you joining in here and there.
Itâs almost midnight and youâre still showing zero urgency to leave. Your usually patient husband is hanging on by a thread. Jungkook stands up after a moment before letting you know he's heading to bed and you sure catch the sharp edge in his voice when he looks at you.
You give it another twenty minutes before making your way down the room in the hallway where you always stay in whenever you visit.
Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the room.
Did Jungkook really fall asleep?
You did tease him a lot today. Heâs been worked up since morning and you spent the entire day pushing his buttons.
You pout closing the door behind you. What if he actually got annoyed and decided to just sleep?
The thought barely forms before strong hands grab your waist from behind and you're pinned against the door.
Jungkookâs hand slides up gripping your jaw to tilt your head back. You catch the intensity radiating off him as the moonlight spills through the thin curtains.
He breaths out dangerously calm.
âHad too much fun today, didn't you?â His body burns hot against yours. He only has his trousers on. You can feel how painfully hard he is as his thick length of his cock presses insistently against your ass.
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip almost too possessive.
âMy turn now.â
A soft whimper escapes your lips the moment he speaks into your ear. One of his large palm squeezes your waist while the other slides down along your thigh.
You whimper again pressing back against him seeking more friction. The movement makes him growl in warning.
He reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress and yanks it down almost roughly making it pool at your feet. For a second you think heâs finally going to fuck you senseless against the door. but you know your husband too well. After all the teasing you put him through today- heâs going to make you pay for every single second of it first.
You almost whine the moment you feel the loss of his heat. You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Turning around fully, you find Jungkook has dropped his trousers. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his black boxers.
The obscene bulge straining against it only adds more to your wetness.
âCome here.â
Your legs feel weak as you walk towards him.
His gaze drops to your panties. âOff.â
You do as he says, sliding off your drenched fabric down your legs.
Jungkook taps his thick thigh once, manspreading wider. You already know exactly what he wants.
The moment your dripping core makes contact with his veiny muscle, a sharp gasp leaves your lips. His thigh is warm and firm and slightly rough with a light dusting of hair that drags deliciously against your sensitive folds.
Your arms hook around his neck for balance as you begin to rock your hips forward.
His eyes stay locked on where your pussy is pressed, watching the way your slick glistens on his skin.
His muscle flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your clit. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder with a broken moan.
âJungkoo-â You can feel how wet you are by how easily youâre gliding over his thigh. Jungkook leans back on his palms flat on the bed behind him.
He doesnât touch you even once. Even as his cock is straining hard against his boxers leaving a wet patch from watching you use him.
Normally, Jungkookâs hands and mouth are always on you. So you know he's deliberately making you suffer.
You moan louder as desperation starts to build. Your slick is dripping down his thigh now.
âKook.. pleaseâ
You become needy. Youâre aching for his hands, for his mouth, for anything he's willing to give.
Your hands slide down his chest, pressing against the hard planes of muscle. You need more. You need him to touch you.
You dip your head and bite down on his shoulder making him hiss through his teeth.
âKook.. touch me..â
Your voice comes out in a pathetic whimper.
Jungkook exhales through his nose in a mock.
You whine loudly, hips stuttering against his thigh as you try to chase the pleasure but it's not enough. Itâs almost painful not having your husbandâs hands on you when you need him the most.
Your hand moves down to palm him over his boxers. Jungkook lets out a groan jerking up into your touch.
One moment you're riding his thigh and the next you find yourself thrown onto the bed.
âYouâre not getting to touch me soon.â
His words vibrate against your skin as he licks a stripe from the column of your throat.
âMy wife's been such a brat."
You whimper trying to reach for him again but he catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them above your head. Jungkook reaches for something beside you and you know from the feel of it that it's the grey tie he wore. He ties the silk around your wrists tight enough that you feel the gentle bite of restraint.
Jungkook sits back admiring his work. His eyes rake slowly over your body while his fingers barely touch over your belly. Jungkookâs eyes darken even more as he watches you squirm beneath him.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to make you gasp followed by the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks hard.
He pulls back up to hover his lips barely an inch away from your own, so close you can feel the warmth of his whiskey breath. You chase his mouth, lips parting in plea to pull him down into a proper kiss. Jungkook exhales a low laugh against your lips. Your back archs as he unclasps your bra.
âYou know the safe word?â he speaks against your skin as he starts kissing his way down between the valley of your breasts.
You whine nodding frantically, too worked up to form proper words.
He pauses above your left nipple, his warm breath fanning over the hardened peak.
âUse your words, sweetheart.â
âYes.. Jungkook, pleaseââ
The plea barely leaves your mouth before he finally sucks hard around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud while his hand continues its torturous path, fingers barely moving along your slick folds.
He alternates between sucking and gentle bites on your breast, then moves to the other one giving it the same attention. All the while, his fingers tease your entrance dipping in just the tip of one finger before pulling back.
Youâre panting now, wrists straining against his tie, body arching up into his mouth and hand. Jungkook lifts his head, eyes locked on your flushed face as he continues his slow descent down your body, lips and tongue tracing a wet path over your stomach until he settles between your spread thighs.
When his eyes land on your pussy, a rough sound rumbles from his chest. A thin string of arousal clings to your inner thigh and every time your walls clench around nothing, more of it leaks out.
âIâm sorry,â your voice comes out as a broke whimper. âSorry, Jungkook.. pleaseâ
Itâs embarrassing how quickly the apology spills from your lips even though he hasnât said a single word yet.
Jungkook hums against your thigh. He lifts your left leg angling it up to rest your ankle on his broad shoulder. The new position spreads you open even more for him, exposing your dripping pussy completely to his hungry gaze.
âCanât hear you.â He places an open-mouthed kiss right on the inside of your ankle.
You whine pathetically.
âKook, please...â Your voice cracks with desperation. âneed you.. so bad. pleaseââ
Jungkook's own desperation wins as he dips his head down dragging his tongue through your folds. The loud moan escapes you as your back arches for him. His hot tongue laps at you with deliberate strokes.
The cool silver of his lip rings only add more to your pleasure as he eats you out like a mad man. One of his hands grips your thigh tightly holding your leg in place on his shoulder while the other slides under your ass, tilting your hips up so he can bury his face deeper between your legs. You moan his name like prayers.
You bring your tied hands to thread your fingers into his hair. Jungkook groans loudly at the tug. His scalp stings from how hard youâre pulling but it only seems to spur him on.
You cry out from the pleasure of his relentless licking, sucking and kissing every inch of your dripping pussy.
Youâre shaking. Whimpering. Already close to tears from how badly you need to come but Jungkook pulls back every time only to start the torturous cycle all over again.
âHands above your head.â Jungkook spreads your folds open with two fingers before you feel the flat of his ring-clad fingers directly onto your swollen clit. You let out a sharp moan as the thick gold rings make contact with your overheated skin. "Fuckââ
He knows how much you love these. How fucking turned on you get every time you see them on his hands. He starts rubbing circles over your clit, letting them drag again and again adding a new kind of delicious friction that makes your toes curl.
Your arousal is leaking steadily down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you more so coating his shiny gold.
âLook at you,â He murmurs opening you up more. âDripping all over my rings like a desperate little wife. You love feeling them on your pretty pussy, donât you?â
You desperately pull down on your tied wrists against the sheets. Your hips twitch uncontrollably trying to grind against the cool metal.
Jungkook chuckles darkly.
He dips his fingers lower curling them deep.
Tears of pleasure stings your eyes as your husband mercilessly continues with fucking you with his fingers.
Every time your moans get louder, every time your pussy starts clenching too hard around his fingers he slows down or pulls back completely leaving you empty and throbbing.
You sob from the frustration and overwhelming pleasure. âI canât.. koo.. please let me come..â
Jungkook leans down pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your inner thigh. âNo,â he sounds almost gentle despite the cruel way heâs denying you.
âYouâre gonna come only on my cock tonight.â
He flips you over onto your stomach as his possessive hands manhandle your body yanking your ass up high.
Your tied hands remain stretched above your head. Your back arches deeply, ass presented perfectly for him pussy dripping and exposed.
âFuck, look at you,â He holds you in place with a bruising grip as he admires the view of his wife.
You finally finally feel the drag of Jungkookâs leaking cock through your soaked folds. The hot tip teases your clit all the way down to your entrance. You canât help it as you push back against him trying to take him inside.
âMy greedy little wife,â he lets out a chuckle.
Before you can form a single word he pushes in with a deep thrust. A loud cry rips from your throat. Jungkookâs cock finds home as he buries himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness makes your walls flutter wildly around him.
âFuck- baby,â he groans, fingers digging harder into your waist.
He doesnât give you any time to breathe. He pulls back almost all the way only to slam back in harder setting a brutal pace right away. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts.
Your hands fist the sheets above your head as he fucks you roughly from behind manhandling your body however he pleases.
âTake it,â his voice drips possession. âTake every fucking inch like youâve been begging for all day.â
Youâre so glad the rooms in this farmhouse are built soundproof because the noises spilling from your mouth are beyond obscene. Every brutal thrust forces another filthy sound out of you. wet slaps of skin against skin mixing with the squelch of your soaked pussy taking his cock.
Jungkook fucks you rough and deep. His relentless pace makes you see stars. pounding into you from behind as if heâs trying to fuck the brat right out of your body.
His hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast to grope the soft flesh roughly. His fingers find your hardened nipple and pinch it hard.
You cry out.
Youâre so close already.
He tugs your hair back roughly with one hand making your back arch until it presses against his strong chest. A strangled moan rips from your throat. The new position has his cock hitting even deeper inside you.
His hand snakes up your body and wraps firmly around your throat making your moan turn choked.
âYou donât get to come until I say so."
He bites down on whatever part of your skin his mouth can reach. His teeth sink in to leave dark bruises, marking you up as he continues thrusting into you with punishing strokes.
âAll fucking mine,â he growls right against your ear. His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he speaks. "Taking my cock so well.â
His other hand slides down your body pressing rubbing against your swollen clit.
The sudden added stimulation makes your entire body jerks violently as the orgasm crashes through you.
Tears spill freely from your eyes, sliding down into your hair as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Your pussy gushes around him while he keeps thrusting through it until your legs shake uncontrollably.
"such a brat, aren't you."
You barely recover from the first orgasm of the night before your husband has you on your back.
You try focusing your blurry eyes on him.
Jungkook has his hand stroking his cock glistening with your sweet arousal. The sight of you wrecked and crying beneath him makes him more feral.
He moves on top of you taking your tied wrists and pins them above your head. His mouth crashes down on you hard.
Jungkook barely gives you a moment to breathe between his devouring kisses. You moan against his lips as his cock slides all the way in you again. His hand tightens around your wrists as he starts fucking you harder.
Though the Jeon house has highest grade furnitures but the way Jungkook fucks into you. you pray the bed doesn't break.
âWanted your husband's cock so bad, didnât you?â he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. âNow take it. All of it. Itâs all yours, baby.â
You can only sob in pleasure as he fucks you into oblivion as he keeps pounding and pouring filthy praises just for you.
You feel like youâre floating in a dream.
You have no idea how many hours have passed. All you know is the endless pleasure of being pulled apart and put back together by your husbandâs insatiable hunger.
His stamina is almost animalistic, reminding you of your honeymoon phase when he'd made love seven days a week. In your husband's words, he could never get enough of his beautiful wife.
Jungkook has always been quite experimental with your sex life. loves trying new things, toys, positions on you. but his absolute favourite is still classic missionary. because he gets to see your face when you come.
Jungkook has both of your legs pushed up over his shoulders now folding you in half as he drives into you insane. The angle is brutal, making your eyes roll back.
when he pulls your legs down making them wrap weakly around his waist. your thighs are barely able to hold onto him so Jungkook hooks one arm under your thigh holding it up for you. Youâve completely lost count of how many orgasms youâve had tonight.
Your mind is too blissed out to keep track of anything and your husband just canât seem to stop. Jungkook chases every broken moan that leaves your lips.
By the time he finally spills inside you for the last time, youâre more than completely spent.
Your body is covered in his marks. Your pussy is leaking his cum and your legs are shaking so badly you know with absolute certainty you wonât be able to walk properly tomorrow morning.
Jungkook collapses beside you holding you in his arms. You're too dizzy to figure what's happening anymore. But you sure feel your wrists getting lighter followed by so many soft kisses on them and your forehead and your cheeks before you finally pass out.
--
The first thing you register as you awaken are feather-light touches gliding over your skin along with lips trailing down your bare back. You stir letting out a hum.
Jungkookâs hand continues its slow caress down the curve of your waist, over the dip of your hip, then back up again. He becomes so soft after every intense night you spend together. It never not makes you fall for him harder each time.
Jungkook nuzzles his head into your neck while his hand slips between your legs with aching gentleness. His fingers almost caresses over your swollen folds.
A soft whine escapes you as turn around in his embrace, but the moment you do, a sharp hiss leaves your lips.
âShit, babyâ he speaks while his eyes look down to check. âhurts a lot?â
you nuzzle your face into his neck seeking his warmth.
âI can manage..â you mumble against his skin.
Jungkook places a kiss to your hair.
âIâll cook your favourite pasta when we get home."
You immediately look up at him.
âWork?â
He brushes a hair aside from your face.
âTaking the day off.â
Your face lights up and you lean to peck his cheek.
âIâll make cheesecake too.â Jungkook shows you his other cheek.
You smile childishly wrapping your arms around his neck smacking another one of your sweet pecks.
âAnd?â
He slides you closer by your waist, tangling your legs together with his.
âAnd Iâm gonna give her a Jeon Jungkook special massage,â he finishes with a peck on your nose.
âAnd?â you tilt your head still grinning.
Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh.
âAnd Iâm gonna spoil my wife so so much.â his thumb brushes over your cheek.
âYou already do,â you lean in to kiss him properly on the lips. He chases your mouth when you try to pull away.
âWell, Iâll add more to that then." A shared giggle fills between you as Jungkook rolls on top of you and starts attacking you with more of his kisses.
Jungkook knew by the third time whatever you were doing was far from innocent. The first time had been easy to ignore. You'd stepped closer while he was grabbing a drink, hand gliding down his grey vest as if there was something to fix, even though it was already perfect.
Then while eating, you'd brushed your hand over his thigh under the table. Although it's a habitual action but your fingers trailed a little too high and dangerously close to where he was already starting to feel the strain in his pants.
Later, when his aunt was showing some old photographs, his hand had rested politely on your waist, while you pressed back almost grinding against his crotch without anyone noticing.
God, you've kept testing his patience since you both arrived here.
From your side, it really wasnât your fault.
Your husband looked disgustingly hot tonight. The white shirt, the grey vest, the diamond brooch you'd gotten him and those fucking gold rings on his fingers. Your husband looked straight out of a scandalous magazine no less.
It had been too long since heâd properly touched you.
And by too long you mean this morning which only consisted of a desperate makeout session against the dressing table until his dad had called to remind not to be late for the family gathering.
so here he was- looking like pure sin in front of everyone while you were starving for your husband's touch. it's only fair enough to make him suffer too, right. But as you continued with your evil plan of torturing him with your little touches, you began enjoying it too much.
Jungkook was barely holding it together now. He's trying to look relaxed but you knew him too well. Oh, how he wishes if he could just bend you over this instant and fuck that brattyness out of you.
âAigoo, I left my reading glasses in the kitchen.â
âIâll get them for you, halmeoni.â You give her a sweet smile before making your to the kitchen.
The moment you reach for the glasses on the counter, a very familiar tattooed arm slams against the cabinet beside your head.
You turn around to find the man you've been successfully avoiding to meet alone. Jungkookâs other hand lands on your hip trapping you between his arms as he presses himself into you. You could absolutely feel the unmistakable bulge pressing against your body.
âWhat are you doing?â You try to keep your voice innocent.
Jungkook scoffs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head. âYou find this funny, huh?â
You try to bite back your smile. âI donât know what youâre talking about..â
âKeep up with the act and Iâll bend you over this counter right fucking now."
You gulp because your husband may or may not be kidding about this.
âHalmeoni!â you gasp looking at the doorway behind him.
Jungkook jerks back so fast he nearly loses his balance.
By the time he figures there's no one behind, you're snatching the glasses off the counter and dart past him with a bright giggle as you escape the kitchen.
âYou littleââ
He shakes his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair with a mix of amusement, adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious problem created by his wife.
--
By evening, itâs worse.
Much worse.
The garden's lit up with warm string lights filled with fun chattering and laughters.
But not for Jungkook, because heâs been on edge for hours now and itâs starting to show.
You see it in the way his fingers keeps drumming impatiently, in how his attention drifts back to you no matter who heâs talking to.
Which only makes it harder not to smile.
You sit on the grass with his niece, completely occupied as she shows you her new hair clip collection, nodding along, sharing a laugh at whatever sheâs explaining.
âReally?â you speak clipping one on her. âThatâs your favorite?â
She nods enthusiastically putting a few on your hair too.
âAre you staying?â she suddenly asks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.
"Uhh.."
âStay.â She fists lightly at your dress with her little hand. âPlease?"
You soften instantly and glance up to meet Jungkookâs eyes.
The second he sees that look on your face he knows exactly what youâre about to do.
âNo, we can'tââ
âWe can stay,â you say at the same time, smiling down at her.
You donât look at your husband right away.
because you already know what youâll see.
and when you finally do glance upâ
Yeah.
There it is.
You actually have to press your lips together to stop a laugh.
Of course you didn't intend to stay the night but you also didn't have the heart to say no to his cute little niece. As the night stretches on everyone's scattered. Some have already gone to bed while others lounge in watching an old movie.
Youâre curled up on a big sofa, laughing along with Jungkookâs cousins. Jungkook sits across from you joining in here and there.
Itâs almost midnight and youâre still showing zero urgency to leave. Your usually patient husband is hanging on by a thread. Jungkook stands up after a moment before letting you know he's heading to bed and you sure catch the sharp edge in his voice when he looks at you.
You give it another twenty minutes before making your way down the room in the hallway where you always stay in whenever you visit.
Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the room.
Did Jungkook really fall asleep?
You did tease him a lot today. Heâs been worked up since morning and you spent the entire day pushing his buttons.
You pout closing the door behind you. What if he actually got annoyed and decided to just sleep?
The thought barely forms before strong hands grab your waist from behind and you're pinned against the door.
Jungkookâs hand slides up gripping your jaw to tilt your head back. You catch the intensity radiating off him as the moonlight spills through the thin curtains.
He breaths out dangerously calm.
âHad too much fun today, didn't you?â His body burns hot against yours. He only has his trousers on. You can feel how painfully hard he is as his thick length of his cock presses insistently against your ass.
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip almost too possessive.
âMy turn now.â
A soft whimper escapes your lips the moment he speaks into your ear. One of his large palm squeezes your waist while the other slides down along your thigh.
You whimper again pressing back against him seeking more friction. The movement makes him growl in warning.
He reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress and yanks it down almost roughly making it pool at your feet. For a second you think heâs finally going to fuck you senseless against the door. but you know your husband too well. After all the teasing you put him through today- heâs going to make you pay for every single second of it first.
You almost whine the moment you feel the loss of his heat. You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Turning around fully, you find Jungkook has dropped his trousers. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his black boxers.
The obscene bulge straining against it only adds more to your wetness.
âCome here.â
Your legs feel weak as you walk towards him.
His gaze drops to your panties. âOff.â
You do as he says, sliding off your drenched fabric down your legs.
Jungkook taps his thick thigh once, manspreading wider. You already know exactly what he wants.
The moment your dripping core makes contact with his veiny muscle, a sharp gasp leaves your lips. His thigh is warm and firm and slightly rough with a light dusting of hair that drags deliciously against your sensitive folds.
Your arms hook around his neck for balance as you begin to rock your hips forward.
His eyes stay locked on where your pussy is pressed, watching the way your slick glistens on his skin.
His muscle flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your clit. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder with a broken moan.
âJungkoo-â You can feel how wet you are by how easily youâre gliding over his thigh. Jungkook leans back on his palms flat on the bed behind him.
He doesnât touch you even once. Even as his cock is straining hard against his boxers leaving a wet patch from watching you use him.
Normally, Jungkookâs hands and mouth are always on you. So you know he's deliberately making you suffer.
You moan louder as desperation starts to build. Your slick is dripping down his thigh now.
âKook.. pleaseâ
You become needy. Youâre aching for his hands, for his mouth, for anything he's willing to give.
Your hands slide down his chest, pressing against the hard planes of muscle. You need more. You need him to touch you.
You dip your head and bite down on his shoulder making him hiss through his teeth.
âKook.. touch me..â
Your voice comes out in a pathetic whimper.
Jungkook exhales through his nose in a mock.
You whine loudly, hips stuttering against his thigh as you try to chase the pleasure but it's not enough. Itâs almost painful not having your husbandâs hands on you when you need him the most.
Your hand moves down to palm him over his boxers. Jungkook lets out a groan jerking up into your touch.
One moment you're riding his thigh and the next you find yourself thrown onto the bed.
âYouâre not getting to touch me soon.â
His words vibrate against your skin as he licks a stripe from the column of your throat.
âMy wife's been such a brat."
You whimper trying to reach for him again but he catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them above your head. Jungkook reaches for something beside you and you know from the feel of it that it's the grey tie he wore. He ties the silk around your wrists tight enough that you feel the gentle bite of restraint.
Jungkook sits back admiring his work. His eyes rake slowly over your body while his fingers barely touch over your belly. Jungkookâs eyes darken even more as he watches you squirm beneath him.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to make you gasp followed by the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks hard.
He pulls back up to hover his lips barely an inch away from your own, so close you can feel the warmth of his whiskey breath. You chase his mouth, lips parting in plea to pull him down into a proper kiss. Jungkook exhales a low laugh against your lips. Your back archs as he unclasps your bra.
âYou know the safe word?â he speaks against your skin as he starts kissing his way down between the valley of your breasts.
You whine nodding frantically, too worked up to form proper words.
He pauses above your left nipple, his warm breath fanning over the hardened peak.
âwords, sweetheart.â
âyes.. jungkook, pleaseââ
The plea barely leaves your mouth before he finally sucks hard around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud while his hand continues its torturous path, fingers barely moving along your slick folds.
He alternates between sucking and gentle bites on your breast, then moves to the other one giving it the same attention. All the while, his fingers tease your entrance dipping in just the tip of one finger before pulling back.
Youâre panting now, wrists straining against his tie, body arching up into his mouth and hand. Jungkook lifts his head, eyes locked on your flushed face as he continues his slow descent down your body, lips and tongue tracing a wet path over your stomach until he settles between your spread thighs.
When his eyes land on your pussy, a rough sound rumbles from his chest. A thin string of arousal clings to your inner thigh and every time your walls clench around nothing, more of it leaks out.
âIâm sorry,â your voice comes out as a broke whimper. âSorry, Jungkook.. pleaseâ
Itâs embarrassing how quickly the apology spills from your lips even though he hasnât said a single word yet.
Jungkook hums against your thigh. He lifts your left leg angling it up to rest your ankle on his broad shoulder. The new position spreads you open even more for him, exposing your dripping pussy completely to his hungry gaze.
âCanât hear you.â He places an open-mouthed kiss right on the inside of your ankle.
You whine pathetically.
âKook, please...â Your voice cracks with desperation. âneed you.. so bad. pleaseââ
Jungkook's own desperation wins as he dips his head down dragging his tongue through your folds. The loud moan escapes you as your back arches for him. His hot tongue laps at you with deliberate strokes.
The cool silver of his lip rings only add more to your pleasure as he eats you out like a mad man. One of his hands grips your thigh tightly holding your leg in place on his shoulder while the other slides under your ass, tilting your hips up so he can bury his face deeper between your legs. You moan his name like prayers.
You bring your tied hands to thread your fingers into his hair. Jungkook groans loudly at the tug. His scalp stings from how hard youâre pulling but it only seems to spur him on.
You cry out from the pleasure of his relentless licking, sucking and kissing every inch of your dripping pussy.
Youâre shaking. Whimpering. Already close to tears from how badly you need to come but Jungkook pulls back every time only to start the torturous cycle all over again.
âHands above your head.â Jungkook spreads your folds open with two fingers before you feel the flat of his ring-clad fingers directly onto your swollen clit. You let out a sharp moan as the thick gold rings make contact with your overheated skin. "Fuckââ
He knows how much you love these. How fucking turned on you get every time you see them on his hands. He starts rubbing circles over your clit, letting them drag again and again adding a new kind of delicious friction that makes your toes curl.
Your arousal is leaking steadily down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you more so coating his shiny gold.
âLook at you,â He murmurs opening you up more. âDripping all over my rings like a desperate little wife. You love feeling them on your pretty pussy, donât you?â
You desperately pull down on your tied wrists against the sheets. Your hips twitch uncontrollably trying to grind against the cool metal.
Jungkook chuckles darkly.
He dips his fingers lower curling them deep.
Tears of pleasure stings your eyes as your husband mercilessly continues with fucking you with his fingers.
Every time your moans get louder, every time your pussy starts clenching too hard around his fingers he slows down or pulls back completely leaving you empty and throbbing.
You sob from the frustration and overwhelming pleasure. âI canât.. koo.. please let me come..â
Jungkook leans down pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your inner thigh. âNo,â he sounds almost gentle despite the cruel way heâs denying you.
âYouâre gonna come only on my cock tonight.â
He flips you over onto your stomach as his possessive hands manhandle your body yanking your ass up high.
Your tied hands remain stretched above your head. Your back arches deeply, ass presented perfectly for him pussy dripping and exposed.
âFuck, look at you,â He holds you in place with a bruising grip as he admires the view of his wife.
You finally finally feel the drag of Jungkookâs leaking cock through your soaked folds. The hot tip teases your clit all the way down to your entrance. You canât help it as you push back against him trying to take him inside.
âMy greedy little wife,â he lets out a chuckle.
Before you can form a single word he pushes in with a deep thrust. A loud cry rips from your throat. Jungkookâs cock finds home as he buries himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness makes your walls flutter wildly around him.
âFuck- baby,â he groans, fingers digging harder into your waist.
He doesnât give you any time to breathe. He pulls back almost all the way only to slam back in harder setting a brutal pace right away. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts.
Your hands fist the sheets above your head as he fucks you roughly from behind manhandling your body however he pleases.
âTake it,â his voice drips possession. âTake every fucking inch like youâve been begging for all day.â
Youâre so glad the rooms in this farmhouse are built soundproof because the noises spilling from your mouth are beyond obscene. Every brutal thrust forces another filthy sound out of you. wet slaps of skin against skin mixing with the squelch of your soaked pussy taking his cock.
Jungkook fucks you rough and deep. His relentless pace makes you see stars. pounding into you from behind as if heâs trying to fuck the brat right out of your body.
His hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast to grope the soft flesh roughly. His fingers find your hardened nipple and pinch it hard.
You cry out.
Youâre so close already.
He tugs your hair back roughly with one hand making your back arch until it presses against his strong chest. A strangled moan rips from your throat. The new position has his cock hitting even deeper inside you.
His hand snakes up your body and wraps firmly around your throat making your moan turn choked.
âYou donât get to come until I say so."
He bites down on whatever part of your skin his mouth can reach. His teeth sink in to leave dark bruises, marking you up as he continues thrusting into you with punishing strokes.
âAll fucking mine,â he growls right against your ear. His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he speaks. "Taking my cock so well.â
His other hand slides down your body pressing rubbing against your swollen clit.
The sudden added stimulation makes your entire body jerks violently as the orgasm crashes through you.
Tears spill freely from your eyes, sliding down into your hair as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Your pussy gushes around him while he keeps thrusting through it until your legs shake uncontrollably.
"such a brat, aren't you."
You barely recover from the first orgasm of the night before your husband has you on your back.
You try focusing your blurry eyes on him.
Jungkook has his hand stroking his cock glistening with your sweet arousal. The sight of you wrecked and crying beneath him makes him more feral.
He moves on top of you taking your tied wrists and pins them above your head. His mouth crashes down on you hard.
Jungkook barely gives you a moment to breathe between his devouring kisses. You moan against his lips as his cock slides all the way in you again. His hand tightens around your wrists as he starts fucking you harder.
Though the Jeon house has highest grade furnitures but the way Jungkook fucks into you. you pray the bed doesn't break.
âWanted your husband's cock so bad, didnât you?â he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. âNow take it. All of it. Itâs all yours, baby.â
You can only sob in pleasure as he fucks you into oblivion as he keeps pounding and pouring filthy praises just for you.
You feel like youâre floating in a dream.
You have no idea how many hours have passed. All you know is the endless pleasure of being pulled apart and put back together by your husbandâs insatiable hunger.
His stamina is almost animalistic, reminding you of your honeymoon phase when he'd made love seven days a week. In your husband's words, he could never get enough of his beautiful wife.
Jungkook has always been quite experimental with your sex life. loves trying new things, toys, positions on you. but his absolute favourite is still classic missionary. because he gets to see your face when you come.
Jungkook has both of your legs pushed up over his shoulders now folding you in half as he drives into you insane. The angle is brutal, making your eyes roll back.
when he pulls your legs down making them wrap weakly around his waist. your thighs are barely able to hold onto him so Jungkook hooks one arm under your thigh holding it up for you. Youâve completely lost count of how many orgasms youâve had tonight.
Your mind is too blissed out to keep track of anything and your husband just canât seem to stop. Jungkook chases every broken moan that leaves your lips.
By the time he finally spills inside you for the last time, youâre more than completely spent.
Your body is covered in his marks. Your pussy is leaking his cum and your legs are shaking so badly you know with absolute certainty you wonât be able to walk properly tomorrow morning.
Jungkook collapses beside you holding you in his arms. You're too dizzy to figure what's happening anymore. But you sure feel your wrists getting lighter followed by so many soft kisses on them and your forehead and your cheeks before you finally pass out.
--
The first thing you register as you awaken are feather-light touches gliding over your skin along with lips trailing down your bare back. You stir letting out a hum.
Jungkookâs hand continues its slow caress down the curve of your waist, over the dip of your hip, then back up again. He becomes so soft after every intense night you spend together. It never not makes you fall for him harder each time.
Jungkook nuzzles his head into your neck while his hand slips between your legs with aching gentleness. His fingers almost caresses over your swollen folds.
A soft whine escapes you as turn around in his embrace, but the moment you do, a sharp hiss leaves your lips.
âShit, babyâ he speaks while his eyes look down to check. âhurts a lot?â
you nuzzle your face into his neck seeking his warmth.
âI can manage..â you mumble against his skin.
Jungkook places a kiss to your hair.
âIâll cook your favourite pasta when we get home."
You immediately look up at him.
âWork?â
He brushes a hair aside from your face.
âTaking the day off.â
Your face lights up and you lean to peck his cheek.
âIâll make cheesecake too.â Jungkook shows you his other cheek.
You smile childishly wrapping your arms around his neck smacking another one of your sweet pecks.
âAnd?â
He slides you closer by your waist, tangling your legs together with his.
âAnd Iâm gonna give you a Jeon Jungkook special massage,â he finishes with a peck on your nose.
âAnd?â you tilt your head still grinning.
Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh.
âAnd Iâm gonna spoil my wife so so much.â his thumb brushes over your cheek.
âYou already do,â you lean in to kiss him properly on the lips. He chases your mouth when you try to pull away.
âWell, Iâll add more to that then." A shared giggle fills between you as Jungkook rolls on top of you and starts attacking you with more of his kisses.
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