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June 2025

Appearing with a six-month-old in your arms at your best friend’s daughter’s first birthday party wasn’t in your plans. How did you end up in this position? Well, the guy you’ve been hooking up with, Jungkook, got you pregnant on a very heated night, and you’re now parents to a beautiful little girl, Nova.

Your eyes land on Jungkook, who’s holding your daughter in his arms while discussing with your best friend’s husband, Jin. An inevitable smile grows on your face when you see him with Nova, a vision you’ve grown fond of over the past six months.

The chatter of the party hums around you, and your eyes leave Jungkook to look around. The kids are playing with wooden toys in the living room, and the adults are balancing paper plates and half-finished conversations.

You try to blend in, pretending this is all normal, and that you aren’t walking in with the biggest plot twist of your life clinging to your shirt like a sleepy koala.

Your best friend, Darim, spots you from across the room before joining you. She wraps an arm around your shoulder without hesitation, as if the two of you haven’t spent the last year navigating motherhood side by side, swapping tips, tears, and texts in the middle of the night when your babies couldn’t let you sleep.

“Seems like you’re handling this co-parenthood thing like champions,” she says, her fingers brushing your shoulder.

“Yeah, looks like it,” you answer, your gaze moving from your best friend to your baby daddy.

“Told you that everything would go well,” she adds before pressing a kiss on your cheek.

Darim knows everything. She was the first person you told about the pregnancy, the one who listened to you crying with zero judgment, which you were really grateful for. Having a baby with Jungkook, the guy who was never supposed to be anything serious, was absolutely scary.

And speaking of the devil, Jungkook joins you with Nova in his arms, and you can’t help but notice her favorite stuffed bunny sticking out of his back pocket. That bunny is your absolute savior whenever she cries like she’s being killed. He gives you that crooked smile, the one that complicates everything.  

And as you watch him with Nova in his arms, you can’t help thinking about how you got here—how one unexpected night turned into pregnancy, into co-parenthood, and into whatever this is now.

So let’s get back in time, to over a year ago, to get back to the beginning.

A year ago – May 2024

Lately, you haven’t been feeling extra well. A lot of nausea, food aversion, and a lot of sleeping, and on top of that, everything smells bad.

Up until now, you haven’t been too concerned about it, thinking it was probably the flu or something like that. But yesterday, you noticed how sore your breasts were and how bigger they got, which instantly got you worried. Inevitably, you checked your period tracking app. 

The last time you got your period was two months ago.

Following the app, you should have ovulated six weeks ago, which oddly coincides with that one wild night with Jungkook, the man you’ve been hooking up with for almost a year. That infamous night, you both got carried away and didn’t use protection.

The next day, you ran to the closest pharmacy to take the morning-after pill. There was no way you’d carry the child of the guy you barely knew anything about.

But today, you’re left with the doubt of an eventual pregnancy, even though you’re convinced it’s not possible. The emergency contraception should have worked, and if it didn’t, you’re definitely going to sue the entire world.

So now you’re currently putting the groceries in the fridge while waiting for the result of the pregnancy test you took minutes ago. You’re absolutely not worried, convinced that you aren’t pregnant, but it’s best to be a hundred percent certain.

Once the groceries are put away, you head back to the bathroom, grabbing the test. For a couple of seconds, you stare blinkingly at the test, the world around you disappearing completely.

The pink line sharpens in your vision, and your brain refuses to understand at first, because it can’t. It can’t be true. It simply feels unreal. This is not possible. You can’t be pregnant.

Suddenly, your entire body starts shaking, before a strangled cry escapes you. The tears form in your eyes as reality violently hits you, and the weight inside your chest crushes you completely. Your vision gets blurry, making it impossible for you to see anything properly.

Everything is collapsing around you, and you feel completely powerless. However, your mind races through every impossible question at once: How? Why? What now?

For a moment, lost in your despair, you totally forget about Jungkook, the father, but as questions start to race through your mind, you can’t help but realize that you’ll have to tell him. This human growing inside is as much his as yours. 

You press a hand to your mouth as you really realize the extent of what this means. This seems like a fucking nightmare—one you desperately want to wake up from, but it seems like it’s impossible. The tears ravage your face while you cry with your entire soul.

You sit down on the floor, back pressed against the wall, while you just let yourself cry. After what feels like eternity, you stop crying and clean your face as you stand up. You gather any remaining strength left in your soul to cook and fall asleep after eating on your couch with a heavy heart.

The next day

Even though you desired to stay at home and not interact with the world for at least a month, you had to work. You did the absolute minimum, barely talked to your coworkers, and disappeared in your own little bubble. Your mind was constantly drifting to the little life growing inside you, and each time you’d do it, your hands would instinctively rest on your belly.

When you arrived back home, you truly believed you’d just remain alone in your own bubble, but you were damn wrong. Darim had been calling you nonstop since the morning, but you weren’t in the mood to speak with anybody. You felt a bit guilty since she was very close to her due date, but you just needed some time alone to process the news. 

Nevertheless, someone rings at your door like a damn maniac. No need to be a genius to know who it is. Darim. When you see her face in the intercom, you simply open the door, letting her storm inside your apartment.

“Do you want to kill me before I give birth?” she says before even greeting you. “I’m due in a month, show me some pity and pick up that damn phone.”

“Hello to you, too, Rimy,” you tell her while closing the door.

“There’s no ‘hello’ for you, yn,” she angrily says. “You don’t deserve it.”

You roll your eyes, annoyed, but honestly, deep down, you’re happy she’s here.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “I just needed some time alone.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Since when?”

Darim is your childhood best friend; she’s been by your side since you were like five. You’ve done everything with her, and you’re inseparable. Her husband, Jin, sometimes still struggles to share his wife with you—or maybe you’re the one sharing her with him, still to be thoroughly considered.

“Since I’m not feeling well,” you reply before falling dramatically on your couch.

Your best friend suddenly seems concerned, her hands caressing her huge belly as she slowly sits down. Now, you feel extra remorseful for worrying her when she’s at the end of her very much wanted pregnancy.

“What happened?” she says, her eyes not once looking away from you.

You don’t want to say out loud that you’re pregnant because it will definitely and permanently make it real. But you’re left with no other choice. You have to say it. She has to know, and eventually, you’ll have to break it to Jungkook. 

You take a deep breath, close your eyes before opening them again, and finally say, “I’m pregnant.” 

For a moment, there’s a heavy silence between you while she blinks several times, her gaze shifting from your face to your non-existent bump. She definitely looks surprised, and you’re damn scared about her reaction.

“How?” is all she says when she breaks the silence.

“No need to explain to you how I got pregnant,” you ironically say while pointing to her very big baby bump.

She rolls her eyes, “Obviously, I know how one gets pregnant, but who…” She seems to realize suddenly who the father is. “Don’t tell me that it’s Jungkook.”

“Yeah,” you nod as you speak.

Jungkook isn’t a bad guy. Actually, you’d say that he’s a good one, but you don’t really know him. You just meet over sex, do your own thing, and then get back to your life. He’s for sure absolutely sweet before and after your steamy and hot session. He always makes sure that you’re good with whatever is going on, cracks a joke or two when you are nervous, and always takes good care of you before leaving.

However, there is a lot of unknown about him. Like, what does he do in his spare time, what is his favorite color, how many siblings does he have, what makes him happy, what doesn’t, and you can keep going on for hours. The few things you know about him are his name, age, profession, and home address. That’s it.

And now, you’re having a fucking child with him…

“What happened to the ‘we always use protection’?” she asks.

“We always do, but there was one time…”

She heavily sighs. “Yn, for fuck’s sake…”

“Let me finish, Rimy,” you cut her off, and she nods. “Once, too caught up in the moment, we forgot about protection, but I took the morning-after pill the next day.”

“It clearly didn’t work,” she mumbles.

“No, really?” you ironically ask. “I don’t understand how this happened.”

She takes a deep breath as she strokes her prominent belly, trying to comfort who knows who. Herself? The baby? You?    

“Do you know what you want to do?” she asks.

Well, you haven’t properly thought about the after. You’ve been trying so far to digest this news.

“Not yet,” you confess. “But I surely need to discuss this with Jungkook.”

Right now, it feels like there are three options: keeping the baby, aborting, and giving the baby up for adoption. None of them seems right, but you definitely need to consider them all.

“For sure.”

Darim struggled her entire life to have a baby with Jin. This one is their miracle. She lost two before this one, went through rounds of IVF, and you know how hard it has been for her. You’ve held her when she was crying with despair because she couldn’t have what she always desired.

And you, you didn’t even try, and you’re now carrying a baby with a guy you barely know. If you could, you’d hand this baby to her right away. She’s the one worthy of becoming a mother. Not you.

“Even at thirty, you still manage to put yourself in fucked up situations,” she says while smiling.

You chuckle because she couldn’t be more right. You’ve spent your life doing nonsense and always ending up in situations where your parents could only scold you. You’ve given them a lot of work.

“Nothing new,” you smile at her.

You’ve always put your life at risk since you can remember. It’s like you’re not scared of anything while still being scared at the same time—not sure if this makes any sense. But you always wondered if it was related to the fact that you were adopted. It’s like nothing could be worse than being abandoned by your own parents.

“Look, I’m here for you, no matter what you decide to do, okay?” she says while patting your shoulder. “And you definitely need to start by telling Jungkook. Even if you barely know each other, he deserves to know that he might become a dad.”

You couldn’t agree more with her. It wouldn’t be fair to keep him in the dark, not knowing that a little human exists thanks to him. So the moment Darim left your place, you texted him. Nothing that would imply that you’re pregnant. It’s a simple ‘Can you come over?’

It’s not unusual for you to say that. Whenever you need to relax or need a good fuck, you’d just tell him to come over. So that text is far from being suspicious. Seconds later, he replies that he’s on his way.

You think about all the possible ways to reveal it, but nothing seems as great as the simple ‘I’m pregnant’. There’s no way to make it sound better.

It only takes him a couple of minutes before he shows up at your door. The moment you pull it open, a smile stretches across his soft features, and you honestly just melt instantly.

Jungkook has always been the hot, sinfully handsome type, the kind of man women glance at twice and then complain about because no one should look that good. And yet, somehow, unbelievably, he’s spent the last year choosing to only sleep with you.

He leans against the doorframe, casual in a way that makes your knees threaten to fail you. In the soft hallway light, every detail seems sharper: his sharp jaw, the curve of his mouth, and the slope of his chest beneath his shirt. His body looks like it was carved by God himself, and it even seems like He took his time sculpting all the strong lines and warm skin of Jungkook’s body.

And beyond that insane body, there’s a man who looks like a walking green flag, the kind of man mothers dream their daughters will bring home. But then, again, you might be wrong since you don’t really know this man.

“Hi,” you say, offering him a small smile while gesturing for him to step inside. “Come in.”

Jungkook nods before getting inside your place. “Hi,” he says as he turns around to face you after you closed the door. “All good?”

You don’t really reply, only looking at your hands that suddenly seem more interesting than the man in front of you.

“Yn,” he murmurs, moving nearer as his fingers gently lift your chin so you meet his gaze.

The tears inevitably start appearing as you look at him. You don’t feel brave enough to tell him about this fucking situation you’re in, but you can’t do otherwise. You can’t deprive him of knowing the existence of his child. That would be too cruel.

“What’s going on?” he asks with concern.

As the tears roll down your face, he cleans them with his thumbs, trying to suppress the painful image displayed in front of him.

“I’m…” you try to speak, but it seems impossible.

“Did someone hurt you?” he asks with evident concern.

You shake your head. “It’s not that…”

You close your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather yourself. He needs to know.

“Take your time,” his thumb strokes your cheek before he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.

How can someone be this sweet? He is only making this even harder. You don’t even dare to look at him, too scared that you’ll chicken out. 

“You remember the night we forgot to use protection?” you finally break the silence.

“Yeah,” he says. “How could I? You looked like a fucking goddess.”

Jungkook had a job-related event—one where he had to bring a plus one. He didn’t know who to choose, so he invited you. Since it meant free drinks and food, you accepted it.

That night, he looked so damn well in a suit. You couldn’t even keep your eyes off him. He was like a walking snack you were waiting to eat.

Throughout the event, he kept complimenting you and really talking very dirty to you. It was hard to survive with him telling you in detail what he’d do once you’d be alone. You didn’t even know how you made it to the end of the event.

He drove you back home, and since you were both horny as fuck after his intense teasing, you simply had sex. The rest didn’t matter. You didn’t even realize he wasn’t using a condom until he came deep inside you. It was too late.

“That’s not true,” you chuckle.

“Well, if you don’t believe me, maybe you remember how fucking hard I was…”

“Jungkook,” you playfully hit his arm while laughing, and you open your eyes to look at him.

“I’m just stating a fact,” he says with the biggest smile on his face. “We even forgot about everything else when we arrived here.”

You nod, but you get lost in his gaze. Even though he’s teasing you, the worry in his eyes hasn’t disappeared. You’ve never really seen him like this before.

“It’s true,” you admit, “and I even had to rush to the pharmacy the next day for the Plan B.”

He nods, and now your heart hammers in your chest. You’re about to reveal to this man that both your lives are about to change completely, and you don’t know how he will react to that. 

“But it didn’t work,” you finally admit. 

Jungkook instantly frowns, as if this seems completely impossible, and just like Darim, he doesn’t say anything for a moment, which crushes your heart completely. This silence is absolutely unbearable.

“It didn’t work, in like, you’re pregnant?” he finally says.

You simply nod, not sure of what you can add to his question.

“But how?” he asks with confusion. “It should have worked.”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I guess we’ll have to wait until I see my gynecologist to understand this.”

The famous Plan B only delays the ovulation, that’s what the pharmacist explains, and you knew that, you’re not stupid. But somehow, it didn’t work. There might be a reason behind that, and you’ll have to discuss it with your gynecologist. She’ll be the best to provide you with an answer.

“Okay,” he simply says. “And do you already know what you want to do?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I just found out yesterday, and I haven’t had the time yet to think about it properly.”

Jungkook pushes you in his embrace, catching you completely off guard. This is highly unexpected.

“Sorry, I wasn’t there when you found out.”

His words melt your heart instantly, and the tears flood again.

“But I’ll be now,” he continues. “I’ll stay by your side no matter what decision you take. If you keep the baby, I’ll come to every appointment, I’ll show up at birth, and I’ll never let you and the baby go.”

The tears stream faster, making it impossible to hold back the sobs you’ve been trying to swallow.

“And if you decide not to keep the baby, I’ll hold your hand,” he whispers against your ear. “You’re not alone, I’m right here.”

Now, you cry in his arms, gripping his shoulders like you’re holding for dear life. In all the scenarios you imagined, you didn’t consider this one. The one where Jungkook doesn’t even flinch when he says he’ll stay by your side. The one where he doesn’t even ask for some time to think. He just stays.

Ten days later

Today, you have your first appointment with your gynecologist, whom you called in panic after discovering your unexpected pregnancy. When you called, you informed the receptionist that you believed you were six weeks pregnant, but it needed to be confirmed.

You’re nervously tapping your feet, scared of this appointment. A big part of you expects to hear from the doctor that it was a false positive pregnancy test, but the reasonable part of you knows that this isn’t what you’ll be told.

Jungkook’s huge hand rests on your knee, trying to reassure and comfort you. “You’re stressing out every single person in this room,” he whispers to your ear.

Instantly, your eyes look around, noticing all the expectant mamas and the other people nervously looking at you. It wasn’t your intention to pass your stress onto the other persons, but you’re so wrapped up in your own worries that you didn’t notice anything.

“Sorry,” you mumble to all of them.

The one sitting next to you offers you a timid smile. She doesn’t seem pregnant, but somehow, you can tell that she understands you.

“Is it your first pregnancy?” she asks.

You nod before smiling back at her. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,” she replies, “but don’t worry, it’s normal. I was a total wreck when I had the first appointment for my first pregnancy.”

It is reassuring to hear that because the women around you didn’t quite experience this level of nervousness for their first pregnancy. Darim always wished to become a mother, so the news of her pregnancy delighted her. And your mom never got to carry a baby; all her kids are adopted.

But that doesn’t mean that they haven’t been trying to reassure you as much as they can. They’ve seen your distress, which breaks their hearts, and you’re absolutely grateful to have them in your life.

“Can I ask you how many kids you have?” 

A bright smile appears on her face, “So far three, but with my husband, we’d like to try for a fourth one.”

It’s impressive, but you’ve grown up in a huge family. You’re the youngest of six children, all adopted, of course. Your house has always been so full, and as the youngest, you’ve always been the perfect victim for your five oldest siblings.

“Good luck!” you tell her. “I have five older siblings, and we gave a lot of work to my mom.”

“I can only imagine,” she giggles. “It’s already tough with three, but it’s in a good way. I wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world.”

Those have been the exact same words your mom has been saying every day for the past thirty-four years when she adopted your two oldest brothers, Taehyung and Jimin.

Your family is composed of Taehyung, Jimin, Christopher, Lena, and Minho. Christopher and Lena were adopted at birth, just like you—the three of you abandoned even before being born, but your stories are different.

Christopher’s mom was a simple teenager who couldn’t afford to raise him. Lena’s parents were poor and couldn’t keep her. And you, your father’s family were assholes and never accepted your existence, leaving your parents with no other choice but to give you up for adoption.

For your remaining brothers, the stories are a bit darker and sadder. Jimin and Taehyung, who are twins, were adopted when they were one after their mom passed away, and they had no other family. And finally, Minho was taken away from his drug-addicted parents when he was four months old.

Minho is a year older than you, and in less than a year, your parents adopted both him and you. There were like eight months in between your adoptions, and your parents never hid how difficult it was.

Unfortunately, Minho’s mom was taking drugs while pregnant, which made him a drug addict at birth, and throughout the four months she had him, she was giving him drugs mixed with milk to calm him.

Between a newborn, an addicted baby, and four young children from three to six years, it wasn’t easy. But they never regretted it. They loved you all equally, no matter how heavy your pasts were.

“You’ll see your worries will fade away the moment you hold that tiny human in your arms.”

The words settle deeper than the woman probably intends. You’ve heard them before. Your mother said something similar once, years ago, recalling the first time she held you and your siblings—how every fear she’d carried about raising six children vanished in that single moment. Not because the future suddenly looked easy, but because she knew she’d find a way.

She couldn’t change how your stories began, but she chose to shape everything that followed. As she always said, “Life may have failed you at the start, but I would never let it fail you again.”

“I hope so,” you tell her.

You don’t get to pursue the conversation as the gynecologist calls your name. Both you and Jungkook stand up, and he grabs your hand, trying to keep reassuring you. His gesture definitely warms your heart and eases its fast pumping. No matter what, you feel thankful that he’s the one who got you pregnant, and not some random asshole.  

Once safe inside her office, you take a seat on the chairs before her desk. The second Jungkook’s hand leaves yours, you swear your heart is about to explode. His warmth leaves an emptiness behind, which you absolutely need right now.

“Hello,” Dr Kang offers you the most affectionate smile you’ve ever seen so far.

Both you and Jungkook reply to her with a small smile.

“My secretary noted that you had a positive pregnancy test a week ago, and from what you described, you’d be seven weeks along now.”

You nod, your feet tapping once again nervously, but Jungkook instantly rests his hand on your thigh, his thumb brushing against your covered skin.

“Okay, so usually we don’t do an ultrasound in a first appointment, but since you’re already seven weeks, we will do one to check if everything seems right,” she explains. 

“I have a question,” you say with a shaky voice. “Right after the…”

You’re not sure if you can continue, as it doesn’t make you properly comfortable to say out loud to a stranger that you had sex with the man sitting next to you. Naturally, your eyes land on Jungkook, who smiles at you and encourages you to continue.

“Right after the unprotected intercourse, I took the morning-after pill to prevent a pregnancy, and I don’t understand how it didn’t work.”

“Well, there are a couple of reasons,” she begins. “You might be taking a treatment that could interfere, but following what I see in your records, you’re not following any particular treatment right now.”

You confirm with a nod. The pharmacist raised that question when you showed up at the pharmacy asking for the plan B.

“By any chance, did you throw up a couple of hours after?” You shake your head.

Again, the man told you that if you threw up in the next few hours, you should come back because you would need to take another pill.

“So that leaves us with the last option: you had already ovulated. This emergency contraception only delays ovulation, but if it has already happened, it can’t do anything.”

You close your eyes, your chest tightening as guilt coils in your stomach. This is all your fault. You should have paid closer attention, checked your app, and been more careful before letting yourself go wild with Jungkook. Now, you’re left with a baby growing inside you.

“Okay,” you manage to say, nodding even though your throat burns. 

“There’s still a possibility that it was a false positive test,” Dr Kang offers kindly.

Even though you truly and deeply want to believe that, you know it’s not the case here. You’re a hundred percent pregnant. You know your body. You know the nausea, the exhaustion, the strange heaviness that’s settled into you.

“But the next step would be an ultrasound,” the doctor adds. “If you could take off your pants and underwear, please.”

Your eyes glance instinctively at Jungkook. He looks like a statue. He’s sitting very straight on that uncomfortable white chair, his hands now resting on his thigh, while he definitely seems worried. He leans closer and murmurs, “If you want, I can step outside.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “You’ve already seen me naked.”

Honestly, his presence grounds you. You don’t feel exposed with him here, only feeling comfortable. He nods and stays, but definitely looks away when you undress. Although he has already seen you naked, this is different. This is more intimate. You’re not taking your clothes off to have sex, but to finally meet your child.

As you settle down on the examination table, Jungkook’s eyes don’t leave you. The doctor guides you to sit down in a position that will help her perform the pelvic ultrasound.

Being here with Jungkook seems strange because you’ve always come to this office by yourself, and for the first time, there’s somebody else. You wouldn’t have ever bet that it’d be him.

The doctor takes the long transvaginal ultrasound probe, covers it with what seems like a giant condom, and puts gel on it. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he sees the probe, and you can’t help but smile.

“Can I?” Dr Kang asks, and you simply nod.

Before she proceeds to insert it inside you, she gently whispers, “Relax.”

The cold touch of the device sends shivers up your spine—you’d forgotten just how cold it feels. Your gaze instantly shifts to the monitor, and you see the image moving on it. The doctor is looking for any sign of life, as you are too.

Your heart seems to race even faster. You’re terrified of what you might see, or not see. So many questions start to rise in your mind. Is there really a baby? Or are there more than one? Is this a normal or ectopic pregnancy? If you’re pregnant, is the baby alright?

There’s a hollow ache inside you, an overwhelming need for certainty, and you know that seeing it will quiet the chaos inside your mind. You don’t know what you’re hoping for, but there’s one thing you’re sure of: only the confirmation of this pregnancy might appease your soul.

Suddenly, you can see the image on the monitor—a blurry figure appears, and seconds after, a heartbeat breaks the silence of the room. The noise cuts straight through you, sharp and absolute, and suddenly, the entire world freezes—the only thing alive being the blurry figure on the monitor.

It is real. You are pregnant.

You don’t even know what to feel. It’s as if your feelings have gone silent, and you’re left numb, waiting for your heart to catch up to what your eyes are seeing. Every part of you is suspended in this moment; you’re just stuck in a strange place where nothing feels quite real yet.

What pulls you back is the warmth of Jungkook’s hand on yours. It’s like he understood you needed something to ground you, to bring you back. You hadn’t noticed him move, hadn’t realized how far you’d drifted.

When your eyes drift from the monitor to him, his expression mirrors yours. He seems as lost as you are, and what truly catches you off guard is the fact that you’ve never seen anything other than lust and bliss in his eyes. The man in front of you doesn’t seem like the man you’ve gotten to know over the past year.

And it intrigues you. It also makes you realize how little you know about him.

Somehow, the two of you slip into your own little bubble, sealed off from the rest of the world. Everything around you has disappeared. There’s just you and him.

The doctor speaks in the background, but none of you pays attention to her words. Neither you nor Jungkook speaks; you’re simply trying to absorb the news. You’re busy trying to comprehend what can’t be undone.

This is real. This is happening.

The truth settles between you like something fragile and unbearably heavy—a reality that neither of you knows how to hold yet.

Your eyes move back to the monitor and the doctor, but your hand wraps around Jungkook’s. Even though you’d like to remain forever in this little bubble with him, you really should be listening to the doctor.

“The baby seems just fine,” her words echo in the room. “And the pregnancy is going well so far. There is really nothing to worry about.”

Although you’re lost right now, it is a relief that everything is going well. You’re not sure you would have been able to handle a bad news on top of this.

Once she has checked everything, she tells you that you can put your clothes back on. Your body works on autopilot while your mind still processes what you’ve seen.

“I believe that you took the emergency contraception to avoid a pregnancy, right?” she asks when you all sit back on the chairs next to her desk.   

“Correct,” you reply.

The doctor looks for something in a drawer before she places a flyer in front of you.

“This is a brochure from a clinic that performs abortion,” she begins to explain. “I don’t perform this procedure, but I can recommend a fantastic doctor if you wish.”

Her words hit you violently. Honestly, since stepping inside this office, you haven’t thought at all about abortion.

“Ab…Abortion?” you stutter.

It must be clear in your eyes how surprised and hurt you feel because her gaze softens instantly.

“Yes,” she gently speaks. “As you seemed not to desire this pregnancy, I just want to guide you to the best clinic.”

Jungkook’s hand envelops yours all over again, offering you reassurance and comfort.

“We don’t know yet,” he speaks for the first time since getting inside. “We haven’t decided yet what to do.”

You’re grateful that he stepped in because you’re just speechless. You weren’t really thinking about discussing the possibility of aborting. Both options need thorough thinking as they’ll have a permanent handprint on you. Either you have a baby and raise them, or you abort and carry the weight of ending a pregnancy for the rest of your life.

“I understand,” she offers you both a little smile.

Does she really? Well, you don’t know anything about her, so maybe she faced the same challenge, and you hope that, truthfully, she hasn’t. It isn’t easy.

The rest of the day is a bit of a blur. Jungkook drove you back home. You cried in his arms in the car, and he walked with you to your place to make sure you were fine. You took a bath and fell asleep in your bed while watching your favorite K-drama.

This day felt like a fucking nightmare.

A week later

Over the past few days, you’ve spent all your time with your mom because you felt the need to be with her and to be wrapped in her love. Nothing ever beats a mother’s love. She has listened to your concerns while never telling you what to do, even though you desperately wanted it.

But ultimately, it is your decision to make, together with Jungkook. It isn’t hers.

You’ve also been speaking with Jungkook through text. He has texted you every morning and every night, asking you how you feel, which honestly made you realize that if you ever keep this baby, he’d be a great dad.

Through your conversations, you’ve gotten to understand that he has always desired to become a dad, but obviously, not in those circumstances. He’s also very scared, confused, and lost, but he underlined several times that it’s your body, and the final decision rests with you. He’s never going to force you to choose one option over the other.

You haven’t seen him in a week, and you definitely haven’t been intimate in any way. Instead, your interactions have been focused on talking openly and honestly about your future as eventual parents, and sharing every worry and uncertainty that has been on your minds.

Honestly, this new dynamic feels both strange and soothing. You aren’t avoiding difficult subjects. You’re actually giving each other space to voice your concerns and to support one another in this heavy situation.

There is a comfort in simply talking, in knowing you are not alone in your worries and that you are facing them together. And sincerely, your conversations feel more intimate than what you’ve shared in bed.

And thanks to all those conversations, you’ve managed to make a decision. You’ve invited Jungkook over tonight. You hesitated to announce it over dinner at a restaurant, but it would be more intimate to be in the safety of your place.

When the doorbell echoes in your apartment, you basically rush to the door to open it. His tall and toned figure stands in front of you. As always, he’s dressed fully in black, but it’s more casual than usual, which indicates that he didn’t come back from work.

Jungkook works in finance, so he’s always well-dressed. Whether it’s crisp shirts, neat polos, tailored pants, or even full suits, he constantly presents himself with a level of style and professionalism that’s hard to ignore. The way he dresses for work exudes confidence and sophistication, making it easy to see why he could have any woman at his feet.

And most of the time, it leaves you wondering why he’s still single. However, you’d never complain because you got to have a taste of this man.

“Hi,” he says with the brightest smile growing on his face.

The little dimple that appears on his face as he smiles is your absolute weakness. Even without trying, he looks devastatingly hot.

“Hi, mister dimple,” you smile back.

When you met Jungkook, you were absolutely wasted and could only notice his dimple. Your fingers were constantly poking it like you were trying to confirm its existence. That night, you kept calling him ‘mister dimple’, and it stayed. Sometimes, you simply call him ‘dimple’.

“Someone seems in a better mood,” he says before winking.

Although you’re still trying to process this entirely new reality, you somehow feel better.

“Yeah,” you say as he steps inside your place.

You can’t stop your eyes from following him, drawn to him like instinct. Since today’s weather is kind of hot, he’s wearing one of those t-shirts that clings a little too much to his body, outlining muscles you know too intimately. It does nothing to hide him. If anything, it makes him impossible to ignore.

Your gaze lingers shamelessly, tracing the solid lines of his torso. His tattooed arm is on full display, and it sends a familiar flutter through your stomach. You’ve seen it a hundred times before, yet it still affects you the same way, like your body reacts before your mind can catch up.

When he steps inside, his arms flex naturally, and the sight alone is enough to make your pulse jump. He never leaves you indifferent; he actually never has. No wonder you’re pregnant. This man looks way too hot, and you can barely contain yourself.

As you both walk to the living room, his eyes land on your figure, and he checks you out. There is something about the way you move that pulls at his attention every single time. From behind, you look effortlessly captivating, and damn, he wants to run his fingers in those curves that he knows by heart.

“So, what’s for dinner?” he asks with curiosity.

“I was craving a burger, and since I’m a very bad cooker, I ordered,” you reply, your gaze shifting to him. “Let’s avoid food poisoning.”

He chuckles, knowing damn well how terrible you are in the kitchen, and he still wonders how you’re even alive. Every time he comes to your place, he ends up cooking because your cooking skills are terrible. 

“We could have cooked together,” he suggests, pausing mid-step to look at you.

“The point isn’t for you to come and cook,” you retort, folding your arms over your chest and making it clear that you didn’t invite him over to act as your chef. 

“Would have been cheaper than ordering,” he claps back.

Rolling your eyes, you answer, “I’m the one who paid, so why are you complaining?” and raise an eyebrow.

Jungkook just shrugs, “Can’t I complain now?” he asks. 

“No,” you say before resuming walking to the living room.

A low chuckle rumbles from his throat while a smile stretches across his soft features. He shakes his head before he follows you to the living room. A warmth spreads in his chest when he notices the burgers carefully placed on two different plates with fries right next to them.

“Before you asked,” you begin, “I put them in a plate like a minute before you arrive.”

Jungkook takes a seat in the chair that you show him, and his smile grows bigger when he realizes that you ordered his favorite. He’s fully aware that you barely know each other, but when it comes to food, you’ve cooked so much together that you don’t even have a secret from each other about your tastes.

While eating, you both playfully discuss, forgetting for a moment that there’s a life growing inside you—a life that has completely changed yours. It’s still surreal that a literal human is developing inside you. A human you created with the man sitting in front of you. 

And when you’ve finished eating, you gather all your courage to speak out loud what has been on your mind for the past few days. He has been very clear that he’d support you no matter what, but you also don’t want to impose on him anything. If he doesn’t want to be present, it’s his choice, and you’ll respect that. 

“As you might have guessed, I’ve asked you to come because I’ve made up my mind about the little creature growing inside me,” you finally say, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to ground yourself.

Your hands twist together in your lap, knuckles whitening as your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. You can’t even look him in the eye. This conversation makes you absolutely nervous, and it has been haunting your sleep for the past two nights. But it’s a conversation you can’t avoid.

“I’m going to keep the baby,” you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. Saying it out loud makes it heavier, more real. “And I really don’t expect anything from you. I don’t want you to feel trapped, or like I’m forcing this on you.”

His eyes never leave you, and when you lift yours to meet his, you search for any sign on his face. However, he doesn’t show anything; his expression is unreadable, which only makes your heart beat faster.

For a moment, none of you speaks. Jungkook just looks at you, jaw tight as if you had announced something absolutely terrible. The silence stretches, and your stomach twists painfully. You’re mentally preparing yourself for rejection, even though he promised you he’d never let you and the baby go.

“If you don’t want to be involved—”

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, “Yn,” he says your name in such a gentle way that it makes you melt completely. “Come here,” he softly taps his lap.

You don’t even question his intention when you stand up to sit down on his lap—one that has driven you crazy way too many times, and fuck, it brings you back to the night you conceived your baby. Some riding was involved at some point that night.

Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck, and his hands settle firmly at your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. The warmth of his palms seeps through your clothes, steady and reassuring, like he’s trying to remind you that he’s here. 

“Did I ever give you a single reason to believe that I’d leave you to deal with this all by yourself?” he murmurs, his warm breath softly brushing your cheek and sending a shiver through you.

You shake your head, your fingers tightening slightly at the nape of his neck before you speak, “But you mentioned you never wanted to become a dad under those circumstances.”

As the words leave your mouth, your hand betrays your nerves, absentmindedly threading through the soft hair at the back of his head. He lets out a heavy sigh, as though your words were the most terrible thing he’s ever heard. His forehead dips briefly toward yours, and his grip on your waist tightens, thumbs pressing into you.

“And you?” he asks quietly, raising an eyebrow. “Would you also want to become a mother under those circumstances?”

You shake your head once more.

“None of us expected this,” he says calmly, “but not once did I ever say or imply that I don’t want it.”

His left hand rests on top of your cheek, his lips a breath away from yours, and you know that any moment this can turn into something very nasty, but would it be right? Well, you’re not sure. However, every time you’ve been around him, things always become heated and end with both of you naked and panting. 

“I’m not going anywhere, yn,” he whispers. “If you want to keep the baby, I’ll remain by your side and raise this baby with you.”

“You’re sure?” you ask, biting your lower lip.

“I am,” he mumbles, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

Your heartbeat thrums in your ears as your gaze drops to his lips, your fingers playing with his hair. The tension is more than palpable between you, and you know you won’t be able to resist—well, not the moment, but him.

And then, it happens. His lips meet yours for a much-desired kiss, and it’s soft at first, almost as if he’s giving you time to pull away. When you don’t, something shifts.

The kiss deepens, and his lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. This right here feels like something you really needed after all the intense emotions you’ve been through the past few days. 

One of his hands slides up your back, holding you closer, while the other remains firm on your cheek. You melt into him, your fingers tightening in his hair as the kiss grows more intimate. It’s not desperate; it’s actually the opposite. It’s slow and tender.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, and your breaths mingle. For a moment, you remain like this, your eyes locked on his. It just feels right, even though it’s totally different than usual. Before today, a kiss would instantly lead to the two of you naked, his dick buried deep inside you. 

This baby is definitely changing everything—even your relationship with Jungkook. Will you fall for this man?

A month later – July 2024

This morning, you woke up to a message from Darim. Her daughter is finally born, and you honestly couldn’t be happier for her. She finally got her rainbow and very much-desired baby. With Jin, they named her Yuna, which you found adorable.

You aren’t going to visit her yet since the hospital visits are limited to the father. You’ll only be able to see your goddaughter once she’s safely home with her parents, and you’ll wait until Darim feels comfortable receiving visits.

Right now, you’re staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your belly has been growing a lot over the past month, and you’re slowly looking like a pregnant lady. It’s honestly strange to see your body change, and it’s even weirder to realize that a literal human is growing inside you. You’re creating a human, and it’s just crazy.

You rub your hand over your growing stomach, embracing this new phase of your life.

Everything is different now, but Jungkook has become a tremendous source of support. Between unpredictable cravings, bouts of heartburn, and waves of nausea, he’s always there, ready to help with anything you need. He even prepares all your meals for the week because he absolutely refuses that his kid eats the shit you cook. Additionally, he has been teaching you how to cook properly, demonstrating patience and care with every lesson.

Honestly, you’re absolutely so grateful for everything he does. Jungkook goes out of his way to make your life easier, ensuring you’re never alone in navigating this pregnancy.

Jungkook arrives behind you, his toned body coming into view in the mirror. Instantly, his head rests against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist as his hands find their way to your growing belly. His body heat warms your back, making you melt in his embrace.

Well, this pregnancy hasn’t really stopped you from sleeping together. Actually, it had the opposite effect. Now that he spends more time with you, it’s like you’re two teenagers in heat, always glued to each other and having mind-blowing sex all the time.

The thing is, you now spend a lot more time together, so you’re really getting to know him. You learn how much he loves his job, that he likes to drink a glass of milk before going to bed, and that he scrunches his nose when he’s eating something he doesn’t like.

“Pregnancy looks good on you,” he whispers in your ear before pressing a gentle kiss on your naked shoulder.   

“It’s weird,” you admit quietly. “I find it beautiful, but at the same time, I barely recognize myself.”

Accepting this new body can be challenging at times. In the span of a month, you’ve been through rollercoasters while watching your body change. Some days you find yourself even prettier than before, but on other days, you even wonder if you’ll ever be able to have your old body back.

And thinking that it’s just the beginning doesn’t really help.  

He tightens his hold just a little, his lips brushing against your cheek. This simple gesture gives you butterflies, and for an instant, you close your eyes to savor this moment.

“To me,” he whispers with a deep, husky voice, “you look even better.”

Fuck, this man knows which buttons to pull to get you weak and absolutely wet in a second.

“You’re creating life, our kid,” he presses a kiss on your neck. “That’s beautiful and so fucking hot.”

He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder, and small and barely audible moans leave your lips as your hand finds its way to his hair.

“Jungkook,” you moan.

His hand trails down, sneaking under your underwear. The cold feeling of his fingers against your core sends shivers down your spine. He doesn’t even wait to run his fingers along your folds, snatching louder moans out of your mouth.

“Look at yourself,” he tells you.

Slowly, you open your eyes to be graced with your own reflections. You’re only dressed in the matching set of black bra and panties, his right hand covers your stomach, and his head lies against your shoulder, but now, his left hand is hidden under your panties. The mirror does nothing to hide the way his fingers torture your core.

As his fingers move up and down your slit, your wetness spreads everywhere, soaking your underwear even more. And fuck, the way he slowly and tortuously moves his fingers drives you insane. It feels wonderful, which brings you slowly but surely closer to the edge.

And seeing him doing it through the mirror turns you on even more.  

“You’re stunning,” he breathes. “Especially like this. I swear, I could stay right here forever—listening to you, feeling you, and memorizing every part of you.”

The look in his eyes makes your breath hitch—they’re dark with lust. His jaw is tight, tension visible there, as if he’s holding himself back. Slowly, you feel his prominent bulge teasing your back, and let’s just say that it does nothing to cool you down. It’s only arousing you even more.

His hair is slightly tousled, falling into his eyes in a way that feels careless and intimate, like he’s forgotten everything except you. But, well, an hour ago, he was fucking the shit out of you like it was the only thing that truly mattered, and he didn’t have the time yet to brush his hair.

You can only see part of him—his face, his arms, and his hands—but somehow that makes it worse, more intense. His arms are wrapped around you, muscles flexing as one hand holds you close and the other pleasures you as if he hadn’t done an hour ago. 

“And the way your face contorts with pleasure when we fuck takes my breath away,” he continues whispering while never stopping to edge you.

And we’ll, the second his greedy fingers push inside you, your orgasm rips through you. It’s so intense that he has to hold you tight with his arms, and seeing yourself fall apart prolongs your orgasm. This is mind-blowing. Even better than anything he ever did before.

Jungkook turns you around to kiss you passionately. Fuck, how are you going to survive him? He’s been giving you the best orgasms of your life for over a year, and you’re about to become parents. What will life look like once the baby is out? Will you still fuck like two rabbits in heat? Will it even be possible with a crying baby?

All those questions are brushed aside as he kisses you softly. You swear that every time his lips meet yours, you just melt. It’s like he holds a special power over you. You’re still trying to understand it, but there are moments—those right before falling asleep—when you believe you’re falling in love with him.

However, you’re convinced that it can’t be that. It doesn’t quite make sense to be falling for a man you barely know—especially when you’re only just beginning to get to know him truly.

“You’re truly wonderful, yn,” he whispers against your lips. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

Your eyes look up at him as you break the kiss. His hands push your hair from your face to really and properly look at you. Jungkook knows and fully realizes that he’s falling for you, and he doesn’t hide it. For sure, at the beginning, it was just sex, and god, he had the best sex of his life.

But now that you’re carrying his baby, things are different.

He’s seeing you from another perspective. Actually, he’s truly seeing your heart, and man, he loves what he sees. As you look up at him, his heart misses a beat, making him swallow thickly. Yeah, he knows he’s fucked!

Two months later – September 2024

“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” you ask, your gaze flicking between the IKEA instructions and Jungkook.

“Give me that,” he says, reaching for the manual.

He scans the pages, then looks back at the crib he’s assembling. Everything matches the pictures, each piece exactly where it should be. He frowns, genuinely confused by your question. 

“I’ve followed every step perfectly,” he says, now looking up at you.

“From here, it looks weird,” you reply, caressing your belly that has grown rounder over the past two months.

“It’s normal,” he mutters, a hint of irritation in his voice. “The crib isn’t finished yet.”

“But shouldn’t it already look good?” you ask with concern.

“Yn,” he mumbles as he stands up to stand next to you. “If it’d look good after only assembling three pieces, then there’s certainly a problem.”

“I don’t know…” you whisper.

Jungkook instantly understands that this isn’t just about the crib. There’s definitely something else going on.

“Tell me what the real issue is, mama,” he says, his hands settling on top of your shoulders as if he’s trying to ground you both.

“I just want the best for our baby,” you tell him, your hands stroking your baby even more. “And I just want to be sure the crib is assembled perfectly so she can sleep peacefully.”

A soft smile spreads across his face as he hears your concerns. You look absolutely adorable with worry written all over your face, and he can totally understand you. This is for both of you, your first baby. Everything is uncharted territory.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you, holding you close for a moment. “We are assembling this crib perfectly, mama,” he whispers before pressing a gentle kiss on your temple. “She’ll be just fine in here. We’ll be here for her if anything happens.”

Jungkook has noticed that as you slowly get closer to your due date, which funnily is December 25th, you get more and more nervous, worrying about every single thing that relates to your baby girl. He can only understand you as he worries just as much as you do, but he has made it his mission to reassure you every single time.

He doesn’t bury and hide his concerns from you, but he formulates them in a way not to make it a burden for you. The point isn’t to make you even more stressed because he knows how it could have a bad impact on the baby.

“I know, but I’m scared it won’t be enough,” you admit as you take a step back to look at him properly.

“We’re doing our best,” he replies with such softness in his voice. “We’re preparing as much as we can before she arrives, but until she isn’t here, we can’t say for sure if it’ll be enough.”

“I know…” You say before wrapping your arms again around him.

A smile spreads across his face as he holds you tight in his embrace.

For a moment, you stay like this, and he just enjoys it even though it’s a bit complicated with your bump. It’s only getting bigger, but he can’t help but find you extremely attractive. You’re literally shining. Pregnancy definitely looks good on you.

And he realizes in this moment that he’s only falling in love with you again and again. It’s like he’s falling deeper every day, and he simply loves it.

“Now, let’s get back to building this crib for our super baby girl,” he says, pressing a kiss on your forehead gently.

Jungkook settles back on the floor in front of the crib's beginnings and returns to following the instructions to finalize it.

You sit down next to him to help him with whatever he needs. You’re not very useful because he’s doing everything by himself, but you hand him the screws and the other pieces whenever he needs them.

Suddenly, your little girl kicks you. She’s been kicking a lot in the past few days, like she’s been very active, but sometimes it’s quite painful, especially when she moves next to your rib cage.

You directly grab Jungkook’s hand, right before he starts placing a screw. “She’s kicking.”

His hand rests on your tummy, a big smile on his face, when a small but unmistakable movement presses back beneath his hand.

“She’s already strong,” he says.

“She’s killing me sometimes,” you chuckle.

His strong, tattooed hand gently touches your belly, and he stays quiet, eyes fixed on the spot beneath his palm. When he feels another movement, his smile softens. Feeling her under his hand seems unbelievable, but somehow, it makes this even more real.

He’s really going to be a father.

As his gaze lifts to meet yours, his heart swells with love. Never in his life did he imagine himself in this situation, falling desperately in love with the mother of his unborn child. But here he is, falling over and over again with you.

For almost two years, his life has drastically changed. Before meeting you, he had navigated celibacy for almost three years after being dumped for someone else. When you both met, there definitely was a strong physical attraction between you. However, neither of you was ready for a relationship, so you settled for the friends-with-benefits thing without truly knowing each other.

Things were easier like that. It was just sex.

Now, everything is different. He’s practically living at your place—cooking for you, helping you tie your shoes as you struggle to do it, showering with you, and giving you the massages you desperately crave when your girl kicks you in the ass.

He never pictured becoming a dad under these circumstances, but now, he’s grateful for them. Through it all, he’s gotten to know you—and to fall for you again and again.

Jungkook leans down, his face now right in front of your belly. “Give some break to your mama, baby girl,” he whispers. “She’s all nervous here because you don’t let her sleep properly.”

A wide smile shows up on your face.

“She’s even doubting my skills in building your crib,” he adds.

“Eeh,” you gently tap his shoulder, “for my defense, you’re a guy in finance, and I’ve never seen you being handy.”

His gaze moves up to meet yours, and his left eyebrow raises, clearly in confusion.

“You’ve never seen me being handy?” he repeats with evident surprise in his tone. “Do I need to remind you how we conceived our daughter? Or even how I feed you with proper food?”

You roll your eyes, but clearly thinking about that fantastic night of March 29th sends shivers down your spine. It was a memorable night. And seeing him cooking is like a massive turn-on, especially now that your hormones are all over the place. 

“I mean, like building and repairing stuff,” you explain yourself.

“You’re making it worse for you, mama,” he counters. “I’ve done everything in this room—from painting the walls to building every piece of furniture.”

He’s not wrong, but you’re not going to admit it. Looking at him assembling the crib feels like it’s the first time you’re seeing him being handy.

“Baby girl,” he now speaks to your daughter, “look what you’re doing to your mama. She’s so tired that she says nonsense.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you watch this tender moment unfold before your eyes.

“I’m not tired and not saying nonsense.”

“See,” he continues, “still saying nonsense.”

Two months later – November 2024

Today, you’re visiting the maternity ward, where you’ll give birth in a month. The due date is getting closer and closer, and you can’t wait to meet the little girl who has been torturing you for nine months.

Jungkook is also present, wanting to ensure that he doesn’t miss anything. This visit will cover the administrative formalities to make things easier once you arrive for the birth, a discussion over your birthing plan, and a tour of the maternity ward.

As your midwife has already explained what this visit will consist of, you have gathered all the necessary documentation for the formalities, or maybe you should say that Jungkook did.

It’s incredible to see how invested he is. He has followed every possible prenatal course, read every possible book on parenthood and fatherhood, looked on forums for advice from other fathers, and many other things. In summary, he’s more than ready for your baby girl’s arrival.

And to be honest, this reassures you a lot. You’re nervous about everything right now because the due date is very close, and his knowledge on almost every topic comforts you. Somehow, it feels like he’s the one being pregnant, and not you, but it’s great to have someone like him as your baby daddy.

As the nurse guides you through the corridors of the maternity ward, you walk beside Jungkook, one of your hands resting on your belly and the other wrapped around his arm. It’s quite hard to walk at this stage, but you try your best, and Jungkook is always next to you, helping as much as he can.

The nurse shows you the delivery rooms, the reception area, the bedrooms, and the nurses' room. Near the reception area, there are the names of the babies born this year, and they are all adorable. There’s also a section dedicated to all the little angels that didn’t survive, which honestly warmed your heart.

Throughout the visit, Jungkook keeps asking tons of questions and taking notes on his phone about the information the nurse gives you. Of course, you also raise your own questions, as this is where you’ll be bringing your baby girl to live. You can’t even believe that in a month, she’s here.

With Jungkook, you’re still hesitating between two names for her, but you’ve agreed that you’ll make the final decision once she’s out. Everybody has been begging you both to give them the names, but you refuse since you don’t want to hear people’s opinions on them. It’s always like that.

You've gotten to see it with your own eyes with your siblings. All of them already have children, and the second they revealed the names, everybody thought they were entitled to give their opinions, which is ridiculous. It’s not their child.

Once the little tour of the maternity ward is over, you head back to the car. Your hands gently caress your belly as your daughter moves a lot inside you. Lately, her movements have started to hurt—she’s grown so much.

However, your mind is lost in the future awaiting you. This visit has made it clearer that you’re really about to push a human from your body in like a month.

Right now, all you hope is that she doesn’t arrive before her due date. You’re not sure you’d be ready just yet—you still need some time to truly realize what’s coming. A baby isn’t a small thing.  

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, noticing how you’re drifting in your own thoughts.

Your eyes lift up to meet his. Even sitting in a car, he looks like a fucking walking dream. You deeply hope your daughter will inherit his good looks.

“Could be better,” you admit.

There’s no point in hiding anything from him. If you have to navigate this together, it’s always best to be fully honest with one another.

“This visit just makes it even more real,” you continue. “She’s going to be here in a month, and it’s terrifying.”

Jungkook turns to face you and rests his huge hands on top of yours. The warmth emanating from his hands instantly soothes you.

“I know,” he begins. “I’m terrified as well, but we’re a super team, and we will manage this together.”

“I know that we’re in this together, but everything scares me, starting with the birth. Do you imagine that I will push her out of my body?” you ask with obvious concern in your voice. “What if everything goes wrong during birth?”

“Yn,” he mumbles with the softest voice, “there will be a medical team ready for any case scenario when you give birth to her. I understand your concern, but don’t forget that you’ll be super well surrounded.” He pauses for a moment, his thumb stroking your hands. “And I’ll be there too.”

“Having you there means already the world to me,” you whisper.

A soft smile appears on his adorable face, and you take one of his hands to press a gentle kiss on top of it. Jungkook has been your rock through it all. Without him, you wouldn’t have survived a week. He’s been taking care of you as nobody has ever before. Both you and your daughter are lucky to have him.

“I’ve something for you,” he tells you, reaching toward the glove compartment in front of you. You shift in your seat to give him room, watching him pull out a small box wrapped with care.

“I know your baby shower is tomorrow,” he continues, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “And technically, I should wait, but I couldn’t.”

Your heart starts to pound as he places the box in your hands. You open it slowly, almost afraid to rush the moment, and then you completely freeze. Inside rests a delicate necklace, a small heart catching the light. Your throat tightens instantly, tears threatening to run down your face.

“Tomorrow, everybody’s going to shower our princess with gifts,” he says softly. “ But I really wanted to give something to you. You’re the one carrying her. You’re the one about to give birth, and you deserve to be celebrated, too.”

For a moment, you can’t speak. You can only stare at the necklace, and then at him, completely overwhelmed by the weight of the gesture. The necklace is, for sure, wonderful, but what truly warms your heart is that he thought of you.

What did you do to deserve this man? How can he even be real?

Jungkook has really made it hard not to fall for him. Every day, he finds new ways to make you fall in love with him again and again. Sometimes you wonder if there will be any space left in your heart for your daughter.

“This is beautiful,” you manage to say, tears streaming down your face. “You didn’t have to.”

His thumb cleans the tears on your face; he hates to see you crying.

“You deserve it, mama,” he murmurs, his hot breath caressing your face. “I feel like I can’t thank you enough for carrying our baby girl. Everything I do seems so little compared to that.”

“It’s not,” you tell him. “You already do so much.”

His thumb strokes your cheek.

“I wish I could do more,” he murmurs before he leans to press the gentlest kiss on your lips.

And somehow, with his sweet words and thoughtful gesture, you feel like he’s just as smitten as you. Maybe you’re not the only one falling madly in love.

A month later – December 2024

Nova is born on December 31st at 2:02 pm.

“Apparently, she didn’t want to share the same birthday as Jesus,” Jungkook’s contagious laugh echoes in the room.

Your eyes fall on his figure—he’s holding your daughter, Nova, in his arms, watching her with literal hearts in his eyes. A smile grows on your face as you watch them both.

“She preferred New Year’s Eve,” you reply.

“Double the celebration,” he jokingly says.

Honestly, you don’t know how you’re still awake. She was born two hours ago and finally fell asleep after you both struggled to put her to sleep. You’re absolutely destroyed from birth, but completely in love with your baby girl.

You’ve been awake since two am, when you felt the first contractions. At first, you didn’t pay much attention because you’d been experiencing them for a couple of days, but as they got more intense, you realized that your baby girl was on her way.

Around five am, you called your midwife asking if you should rush to the hospital, but she advised you to wait until around seven or eight am. You had already waited before calling her, but with the help of Jungkook, you still managed to navigate through the painful contractions until eight am.

The pain only got worse, and you literally begged for the epidural. After that, it was like you were floating. You could still sense everything, but it wasn’t painful anymore.

Jungkook kept you busy all that time—chatting, walking, singing, and dancing with you all along. Honestly, he made it look like time was moving fast. Through it all, he stayed by your side, cheering you up.

The entire medical staff was surprised when they found out you and Jungkook weren’t together. Some even thought you were joking. They told you that you definitely looked like a couple, and they were impressed by his support. One of the nurses told you some horrific stories about some dads disappearing while their partners were giving birth.

When it was time to push, you honestly thought you couldn’t make it, but he encouraged you, telling you repeatedly that you had already done the biggest part. Now it was just a matter of pushing her out.

On top of having a super baby daddy, the medical staff was fantastic. They also encouraged you tremendously through it all and helped you as well when you were literally giving up towards the end.

But looking at her now in her father’s arms makes it all worth it.

Jungkook is shirtless, sitting on a chair next to your bed with Nova against his chest. She seems so tiny against him, his hands almost hiding her completely.   

“This year, I’m for sure not making it to midnight,” you chuckle.  

“Me neither,” he says, his eyes meeting yours.

Even if she were born on her due date, you would have never been able to wait until midnight, you know it. This New Year celebration would have been special in any case, and with her being born on New Year’s Eve, this end of 2024 is even more special.

“Maybe you should try to get some sleep, mama,” Jungkook tells you. “I’ll stay awake, taking care of you both if needed.”

“Thanks, mister dimple,” you reply, smiling at him.

As you look at each other, you know that this day is beyond special. Watching each other become parents deepens what you already feel. Jungkook only admires you even more after witnessing you bring your daughter into the world.

How could he not fall in love with you again and again after something like this?

Six months later – back to June 2025

After Yuna’s birthday party, Jungkook drove the three of you back home. Since you got pregnant, he has decided to rent his apartment—he’s literally been living with you. Having him by your side has made everything a lot easier, and raising Nova together seems simple as ABC.

At the party, you spoke with Darim and finally admitted how down bad you were for Jungkook. Those feelings haven’t been a secret to you, but it was the first time you were saying them out loud. She wasn’t surprised, saying that she had been waiting for you to tell her.

Following her words, Jungkook is as smitten as you, if not more, and she still doesn’t know how, after all this time, you haven’t started dating. You’ve been glued to each other since you found out about the pregnancy, and he’s been literally worshipping the ground you walk on.

Darim encouraged you to speak with him. You are scared that he’d push you away, and it’s the last thing on earth you want right now. You need him. You’re a super team when it comes to taking care of Nova.

“Are you okay, mama?” Jungkook asks while taking Nova out of the stroller.

Even though he’s focused on carefully removing your daughter, his eyes can’t help but look at you.

“Yeah,” you say, biting your lower lip.

How are you supposed to tell this man that you love him? It seems impossible. Revealing your feelings would ruin everything, and you’re working perfectly as co-parents.  

Just look at him. He’s holding your six-month-old baby against his chest like she weighs nothing when it’s getting harder for you to hold her. And he looks so effortlessly hot. Being a dad suits him perfectly—no wonder all women can’t help but look at him when he carries her.

“That’s not really convincing,” he tells you while walking in your direction. “You’ve been spacing out since you spoke with Rimy.” 

“I’m not spacing out,” you counter.

Jungkook looks down at your chubby little daughter, “See?” he tells her in a teasing, high-pitched voice. “Your mom has been saying nonsense since she was pregnant with you.”

Nova lets out a delighted giggle, as if she understands every word.

“Jungkook,” you warn him.

His gaze shifts to you, the teasing fading away. “Just tell me what’s going on,” he says gently. “I’m worried.”  

“There’s nothing to worry about,” you say, rolling your eyes.

You disappear into the living room, putting some distance between the two of you. This man makes you so weak. If he keeps pushing, you’ll just give in.

“Yn,” he calls after you, following close behind. “Don’t run away from me.”

No answer comes from your mouth. Instead, you decide to hide in your bedroom, your heart racing inside your chest. Jungkook walks behind you with a giggling Nova in his arms. Apparently, she finds this whole situation amusing. Her little feet are bouncing against his torso, and soft sounds tumble from her mouth.

Once inside, Jungkook closes the door behind him, leaving you no room to escape again. He studies you, concern etched into his features.  

When you finally turn to face them, a smile spreads across your face. Nova has her hand in her mouth, her legs kicking with energy against her dad. If she’s hurting him, he doesn’t show it.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he asks once more, his tone filled with concern.

Your heart thrums inside your chest while you take a deep breath. There’s no escaping this conversation, even if you want to. Jungkook isn’t the kind of man to let things go, especially not when he cares. And right now, it’s painfully obvious that he does.

“I love you,” you mumble, but he doesn’t hear it. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t hear you, yn,” he says, frustratingly, and he takes a step closer, closing the distance between you.

“I love you,” you repeat out loud, heart pounding extremely fast.

Your words catch him off guard, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, only blinking at you. There’s a heavy silence between you; the room is simply filled with Nova’s soft sounds.

Your heart completely breaks as he doesn’t react. Rimy was wrong, he doesn’t love you back—at least not like you love him. You’re convinced that he might love and respect you as a friend and the mother of his daughter, but that’s it.

So to spare you a devastating heartbreak, you leave the room, heading to the apartment’s entrance. You need to get out of this place, put some distance between you and him, and thoroughly think about the future.

“Yn,” Jungkook calls for you when you put your shoes on. “Please, wait. Let me just put Nova in the playpen.”  

If anything, you hurry to run away, putting on your shoes as fast as possible, but it seems that Jungkook is even faster in putting your daughter in the playpen. When you open the door, his hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from stepping outside.   

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” he rumbles with annoyance.

The second your eyes meet his, you’re caught off guard by the look on his face. His expression isn’t hurt, but you’d say that he’s actually stunned, as if your words knocked the air out of him, and he’s only now remembering how to breathe.  

“I prefer to avoid the tough conversation where you tell me that you’re flattered but don’t feel the same,” you tell him, freeing your wrist from his grip.

Somehow, you manage to remove yourself from his hand and resume getting away. The tears are threatening to run down your face, your heart is beating way too fast, and your hands are shaking. You’re sure you’ll never be able to look at him ever again.

“I love you too,” he says very loudly when you step into the building complex’s corridor.

You instantly freeze. Out of all the answers, you never expected this one. In your head, it was impossible. There’s no way this man loves you back.

“I love you way too much, yn,” he continues. “Please come back inside. We can’t have this conversation here, and we can’t leave Nova alone.”

His words change everything. This isn’t rejection as you expected it to be. It’s the opposite, and you need to hear him out. So, you walk back home. The look on his face breaks your heart. You’ve never seen him like that. It’s like he’s been repeatedly stabbed in the heart.

Jungkook closes the door behind you, but doesn’t let you make any other move, trapping you between the door and his body. Your heart is really ready to burst. You’ll have a damn heart attack before the end of the day.

“You can’t just run away like a thief after telling me ‘I love you’,” he tells him with his deep, husky voice.

“You didn’t react—”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence. “How could I? I was chasing you, dead worried, and you told me that you love me. I was in shock. My brain needed a minute to process the info.”

“I got scared,” you confess.

His hand caresses your cheek, trying to comfort you, and it definitely works.

“And I’m sorry,” he whispers. “It wasn’t my intention.”

For a moment, you close your eyes, leaning your face against his hand.

“I truly and deeply love you, yn,” he admits. “It almost feels like it’s impossible to love someone this strongly.” He takes a deep and shaky breath, and you finally open your eyes to look at him. “I’ve been falling in love with you again and again since the beginning of your pregnancy. Every single thing you do makes me fall even harder. But up until today, I truly believed it was one-sided. I never imagined you felt the same.”

His words take you by surprise, your throat tightening as you swallow. Many thoughts cross your mind, but only one question screams louder than any other.  

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice sounds so weak.

“I guess for the same reasons as you,” he replies quietly. “I was scared of ruining our super co-parenting team, and…” he hesitates to continue. “I was scared of losing you.”  

Your hands rise instinctively to cup his face. “You’d never lose me,” you whisper. “Even if I didn’t feel the same. You’re Nova’s dad.”

His eyes soften, but there’s something raw in his expression. “But I always wanted to be more than that for you,” he confesses with a shaky voice. “I never wanted to be just your daughter’s father.”

Your heart misses a beat, your thumbs brushing over his handsome face. It’s hard to remain composed in front of the man you love.  

“Me too,” you manage to say.

A breathy laugh escapes him, from relief and emotion as well. “I love you so freaking much, mama,” he murmurs. “Nothing has felt the same since the pregnancy. The sex, the kisses—everything felt deeper. It wasn’t just desire. It was me loving you and not knowing how else to say it.”  

“Jungkook,” you murmur.

And then, without wasting any other second, you crash your lips against his. This is overwhelming, in a good way, of course, and you can’t just stay like this without doing anything. Any words you might say will never express your love the same way a kiss would.

You kiss him with your entire soul, letting your emotions take over it. Instantly, your arms wrap around his neck to push him closer to you. This feels like heaven. This feels like the best thing ever.

Darim was right after all. Jungkook loves you as well. Your feelings were reciprocated all this time, but you were too blind to see it.   

The kiss deepens quickly, taking a heated and fervent turn. It represents much more than it has ever been. You’re both in love and aware of it now. It’s filled with even more passion than ever before.

His hands quickly move down to your waist, sneaking under your pants to squeeze your ass. A moan escapes your lips, but Jungkook directly swallows it while kissing you like a starved man.

Nova’s rumbling brings you both down to earth. Taking this any further with a baby very much awake is impossible. She might start crying or doing dangerous things while you both do nasty stuff.

“We should stop before Nova does something wild and hurts herself,” you whisper against his lips.

“Yeah, right,” he takes a step back, running his hand through his hair.

The two of you head back to the living room, where Nova is playfully throwing her favorite stuffed bunny on the floor in her playpen. She looks absolutely adorable.

For the rest of the afternoon, you try to keep your hands to yourselves, but it’s practically impossible. Thankfully, around 6 pm, she falls asleep after breastfeeding, and Jungkook puts her to sleep in her crib, in her own bedroom.

After that, he joins you in your room, and you both just surrender to passion. “Finally,” he mumbles as he walks towards you and closes the door behind him. “Let me just place the baby monitor on the nightstand, and I’m all yours.”

A smile spreads across your face as you watch him take big steps until the nightstand. Once settled, he gets closer to you, lust written all over his face. The two of you stand in front of each other, smiling like idiots. Everything is different now.

“If it wasn’t for Nova,” he whispers, closing the distance between you, “I would have fucked you against that door earlier.” Jungkook leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. “I would have shown you how fucking happy I am.”

His hand lands on your back, his fingers pressing just a little. His other hand comes up to trace along your jaw, his touch featherlight but so intoxicating.

“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of you telling me you loved me back,” he continues, his lips brushing against your cheek as he speaks. “But hearing it for real turned me on so much.”

“You can show me now how fucking happy you are,” you whisper before crashing your lips on his.

His hand on your back pulls you closer, your body pressed against his. Your fingers find their way to his hair to play with it. The kiss deepens almost instantly, driven by the same desperate need building inside you.

Without wasting anymore time, his hand moves to the hem of your pants. His fingers push them down, the fabric pooling at your ankles. You’re now only in your underwear—not your fanciest, but it isn’t your ugliest as well.

Since becoming a mother, you have been using the most comfortable underwear, which most of the time isn’t the prettiest one. The version of you before Nova would have been extremely shocked, as you used to always put on the prettiest matching set of bra and panties. Now, you barely match anything together, even socks. 

“Sit on the bed,” he instructs, and you obey without saying anything.

Once you sit at the edge, Jungkook kneels in front of you, his hands pushing apart your legs. His fingers very slowly trace along your leg, and his lips press featherlight kisses on your thigh. His hot breath and soft fingers against your skin send shivers down your spine.

“You always know what to do,” you mumble, your back slightly arching.

“I’ve been studying this body for more than two years,” he whispers against your skin. “So I know you by heart now.”

His fingers hook beneath the waistband of your underwear, slowly pushing the fabric down. He takes his time, his eyes never leaving you. Once your panties reach your ankles, Jungkook throws the fabric somewhere in the room.

“And I intend to keep studying it,” he adds.

He looks like a damn sin, and that sight alone can make you come right now.

“Please never stop,” you beg.

Jungkook leans back in, “It’s not on my plans, mama.”

His lips graze your skin as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, the warmth of his breath brushing over you. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly in place as his lips finally taste you without hesitation. 

A strangled gasp escapes your mouth, your back arching instinctively as pleasure pulses through you. Your hands also find their way to his hair, tugging it as he eats you out like a starved man.  

“Fuck,” you moan.

Your hips buck forward, pushing his face even closer, and your fingers tighten in his hair as a trail of moans falls from your lips. His mouth works over you with tremendous hunger, tongue torturing you like never before, while his lips seal around your clit. His nose presses into you, dragging against your cunt with each movement.

You throw your head back while moans flow out of your mouth. The growing pleasure is overwhelming but in a fantastic way, and your body trembles beneath his relentless tongue.

“Don’t be too loud, mama,” he speaks against your core. “We don’t want to wake up our princess. It’d be a shame if this had to stop.”

You simply nod, biting your lower lip to try to muffle your moans, but you know you won’t be able to hold back for long. As he said, he knows your body better than you do. He knows how to flick his tongue to have you screaming with pleasure.   

Jungkook is savoring every second, and a satisfied hum vibrates against you, sending shocks through your core. When your fingers tighten in his hair, he takes it as encouragement to push you further.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you barely manage to say because of his tongue working wonders on your core. “I’m going to come.”   

He groans, and he can feel his dick getting more and more compressed in his pants. The way you say his name turns him on in an unbelievable way.

Before you even realize it, your orgasm violently hits you, your legs shaking and squeezing his face, and your walls clenching around emptiness. Even though you’re coming hard against his lips, Jungkook doesn’t stop lapping at your juices.

Once you come down from your high, he pulls away. His face glistens with your slick, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with hunger.

Jungkook stands up before pushing down his pants and underwear. A sigh of relief leaves his lips the second his cock is finally free. It was getting painful to keep it inside his pants.

As he does so, you remove any remaining piece of clothing from your body. Not once does he look away, enjoying the sight unfolding right in front of him. When you’re fully naked, you lean back as you hold yourself with your upper arms, your eyes hungrily admiring the man standing in front of you.

“Someone seems turned on,” you say as your eyes look up to meet his.

Once he’s fully naked, his right hand finds its way to his cock, stroking himself. “I could come with a simple kiss,” he admits, and something inside you twists.

“So I’m the lucky girl who makes you come with a simple kiss?” you ask with a smirk, and he nods.

His grip tightens around his cock, his eyes never leaving yours. The simple fact that he’s masturbating in front of you is an incredible turn-on, but the way his eyes shine with lust gets you incredibly wet. He’s so fucking hot.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll beg you to get me pregnant all over again.”

You notice his jaw flexing as his thumb swipes over the top of his cock, spreading the precum.

“You don’t have to beg, mama,” he tells you. “You just have to ask, and I’ll give you all the babies you want.”

You stand up, a smirk appearing on your face. Without saying anything, you gently remove his hand from his cock, and replace it with yours. Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose as your hand tightens around his shaft before you slowly start to stroke him.

“Mama,” he groans with his deep and rough voice.

“Tell me, dimple,” you say as you get slightly closer. Your other hand traces across his collarbone, a shiver running through his body. “Don’t you like this?”

Your hand moves faster on his shaft, making him groan with pleasure. Fuck, he won’t last long if you keep stroking him like that.  

“I do,” he moans. “I really do, but I won’t last long…”

Jungkook is completely consumed by pleasure, and damn, he doesn’t want to stop you, but he also doesn’t want to come just now. So, he places his hand on top of yours to stop you, and he doesn’t give you time to realize what happens when he lays you on the mattress of his bed, and then his lips crash against yours.

His body presses flush against yours, heat radiating between your bodies as he deepens the kiss. “You drive me absolutely crazy, mama.”  

His forehead rests against yours for a moment, his fingers brushing your jaw. His lips press another kiss on yours before he looks down between your bodies. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking himself one last time.

When you break the kiss, he holds you open as he guides the head of his cock into your sopping entrance. At first, he teases you as he drags the tip through your slick folds, spreading your arousal before finally pushing in with a slow, deliberate thrust.  

A deep moan leaves your throat as he stretches you open. Your walls clench around him as his cock makes its way inside your pussy. Your back instantly arches, your thighs trembling around his waist as he buries himself deeper.

“I’m so addicted to you, mama,” he mumbles the second he looks down, watching the way your body takes him in.

Jungkook pushes himself as far as possible. The second he’s fully inside, he halts to give you both a moment to adjust, but he honestly can’t stay still inside you. It’s absolute torture.

“Can I move?” he asks for your consent.

Even after two years of fucking like rabbits, he always makes sure that you agree with everything that goes on. He’d hate himself if he did something that wouldn’t make you comfortable.

Jungkook slowly pulls back, and he pauses for a second when only the thick head of his cock remains inside. Without any warning, he pushes back. Feeling his thick shaft pushing deeply back into you is beyond satisfying. Damn, it even makes you see stars.

Both of you try to muffle your moans as he starts pounding into you, but it’s basically impossible. This man right here just knows how to drive you completely crazy.  

His pace is restless, your body moving in tandem with his thrusts. His hands grip your waist tight as the room gets filled with the sound of your low moans, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall, your bodies slapping together, and your pussy soaking his cock.

The heat builds in your core as he slams into you, filling you with each thrust. Your hands grip the sheets to steady yourself from Jungkook’s hard thrusts.

Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this.

His lips meet yours for a sloppy kiss while his thrusts grow rougher and quicker. “You drive me crazy,” he whispers against your lips. “And I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, too,” you reply. “Like crazily.”  

The familiar coil of pleasure tightens in your stomach while your baby daddy moans your name. He seems just as consumed as you by pleasure. The only thing you’re both focused on now is chasing your high, and the heat between you is unbearable. You both know you won’t be lasting much longer. 

“I’m going to come again, Jungkook,” you manage to say, the desperation filling your voice.

His cock twitches inside you at your words, and well, that action causes your orgasm to crash over you. Your walls squeeze him tight while your orgasm completely and violently hits you. Jungkook groans when he feels your wall squeezing on repeat his cock.  

His thrusts get more desperate as he starts chasing his own high. He’s so fucking close. Jungkook closes his eyes because the simple view of your face contorting with pleasure is just too much. Your walls keep tightening around him, a torture you impose on him to help him cum.

“Fuck,” he groans.

And then, with one last thrust, he falls apart. Deep groans fall from his lips as he releases his hot semen inside you, painting your velvety walls white. His hands tighten around your waist, holding you still while he releases himself deeper in you. He looks incredibly sexy when the orgasm hits him. 

Jungkook collapses next to you in bed. His breathing is heavy, his eyes fixed on the ceiling just like yours. For a moment, you both remain in silence, giving each other the time to come down.

When his breathing is back to normal, he turns his head to look at you. “How do you feel?”

Your face moves, allowing you to meet his gaze. The horny Jungkook is now replaced by a softer version of him, making him look like a baby. Nova has inherited his big, round eyes—the same eyes that always make you melt.

“Great,” you smile, your body moving closer to his.

You rest your head against his chest, and his arms wrap around you.

“This is always great with you,” you admit, your eyes looking up to meet his. “We’re pretty good at sex.”

“But pretty bad at confessing our feelings,” he chuckles.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Very bad.”

One of his hands tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. There’s a moment of silence between you, but it’s far from being an awkward or heavy one. It’s the kind of moment that allows you to fully realize the immensity of the situation.

Jungkook loves you, like really does. And you love him back with the same intensity. This isn’t a dream of yours anymore. This is the reality.

“Now that we know our feelings,” Jungkook begins. “I’d really like to take you on a real date and properly ask you to be my girlfriend.”

“Why can’t you do it now?” you ask with a little smile on your face.

“I think it would be better to do it over dinner in a fancy restaurant, no?” he tells you.

“Honestly, I don’t give two shits about where we are,” you reply. “As long as we are together and we know that we want this, I’m happy.”

The brightest smile grows on his face.

“I wasn’t picturing things like this,” he chuckles lightly. “But would you love to be my girlfriend?”

The answer comes with no hesitation. “I’d love that.”

And just like that, you both found yourselves living the love you’d always dreamed of, falling in love again and again every single day.

“Apologies accepted,” you say. “On one condition.”

“I’m all ears,” he replies.

Your lower lip is caught between your teeth. This is the perfect moment to get revenge for the sleep disruption and for the nonsense he just threw in your face. He’ll probably kill you, but you don’t care. You have to try.

“No girls for a month,” you say with a sly smile.

Jungkook instantly shakes his head, “Absolutely no.”  

His face is absolutely hilarious. His eyes are incredibly wide, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his cheeks are taking on a pink shade. Is he embarrassed or shocked? Good question, but you hope for both.   

“Then, you’ll have to find a new neighbor to bother,” you immediately turn around and walk to your apartment.

“Wait,” he comes after you, his hand grabbing your wrist to prevent you from walking away. “Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tilt your head. “Did I look like I was joking?”

You definitely are, but you’re trying to see if he’ll just surrender. This will be the biggest cockblock ever.

“You’re asking me to go a full month without sex…” he runs his fingers through his hair. “You know I barely survive a week.”

“I know,” you say with the biggest teasing smile on your face. “But you compared me to Melissa and basically implied I couldn’t survive without you, which is deeply hurtful.” It isn’t, but you’re not going to say it. “It’s either your questionable chicks or me.”

“You can’t be serious,” he mumbles under his breath.

“You still have your hand to help you out,” you suggest, trying to offer him a solution.

“As if my hand could ever be like a pussy,” he shakes his head, completely defeated. You clearly handed him a dilemma, and it’s funny to watch. Even better than Melissa and Carter’s telenovela.  

“Maybe you can find something better at a sex shop,” you offer.

For sure, you’ll be the death of him before the end of the day. How can you just throw things like that as if you weren’t asking him to go without sex for an entire month? There’s no way he’ll survive that much. But he values your friendship way too much. If he has to go a full month without sex to keep hearing your bullshit when he bothers you, so be it.

“Okay,” he agrees with your crazy condition. “I’ll do it.”

To say you’re surprised is an understatement. You were expecting a lot of begging and bargaining, but definitely not him giving up that easily, especially when it comes to his mindblowing sex.

“Really?” A smile stretches on your face. “You’d choose me over your hookups?”  

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he rolls his eyes. “I’d rather use my hand for a month straight than be forever deprived of your stupid comments over our neighbors.”