･ᴗ･

You remembered glancing at the clock approximately thirty seven minutes into your shift and ached to go home then. The desire to pack up your belongings and leave early only increased the more time passed, with your lunch break being the only moment you weren’t thinking about it because you were engulfing your food. The second you returned to the last half of your shift, you wished to leave once again. 

It had been one of those days where you couldn’t scrounge up an ounce of motivation; no matter how hard you tried. You felt grumpy and irritable—with yourself and with others. Everything that could’ve gone wrong went wrong and you’d been holding back frustrated tears for a couple of hours. 

You wished you never left your bed that morning. Especially when the very last hour of your shift seemed to drag by at a snail’s pace. You checked the time way too often during those sixty minutes. You were flabbergasted to discover that what felt like fifteen minutes, had only been six. And as you can imagine, that completely soured your mood until the end of your shift. 

You sighed heavily with pure relief the moment you clocked out. 

All you wanted to do after a hellish day was go and see your boyfriend. It had been a few days since you relished in the company of the love of your life and his two dozen children (read: house plants, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him). 

After a sluggishly horrid shift, the best kind of self-care was to be around Namjoon. So you were absolutely delighted, of course, when he informed you that he was home for the evening and would love to have you around for dinner. 

Sometimes he wouldn’t be home as his job required a lot of traveling. Namjoon was an esteemed freelance writer for a couple of renowned online forums, pop culture magazines and even the city’s most prestigious newspaper. 

Never in your life had you acquainted another person with the same kind of brilliant gift Namjoon possessed. Your boyfriend had undeniable skills when it came to putting words together into an informative, creative discussion—but his real talent was the way he conveys his own emotions, beliefs and feelings through his words. You felt everything he wrote in his articles (as did the rest of the country, perhaps even the world) and that’s why he has such high demand from agencies. His exquisite, indisputably natural talent is what saw him to the sights of Tokyo last week and Shanghai two weeks before that. 

Sluggishly, you exited the elevator onto the floor you’d become all too familiar with over the past year and trudged down the hallway until you reached your boyfriend’s apartment. You raised your half-closed fist and faintly rapped against the door, indicating that you had arrived. Namjoon always left his front door open for you whenever you agreed to swing by his place (“it’s your home as much as it’s mine” he’d once proclaimed), so without another thought you reached for the door handle and stepped inside his gorgeous one bedroom bachelor apartment. 

“Joon?” You called out upon entry, cautiously and gently closing the door behind you. 

Turning the lock on the door, you shuffled your way into his entryway and placed your handbag onto his succulent covered modern industrial side table. You immediately noticed the addition of a pink blush aloe—a softened smile adorning your features when you realized that your boyfriend had welcomed another plant into his apartment (and ultimately his heart). 

“Joon?” You tried again, calling his name throughout his bright, lush verdure living area, “I’m here!” 

You wondered if he was out on the balcony, no doubt watering his vertical herb garden or attending to his bonsai in the windowsill. When Namjoon wasn’t preoccupied with constructing his next think-piece, he was fully immersed in his garden. It was one of the many wonderful things you adored about him. 

“Hi jagiya.” 

You heard from behind you, causing you to spin around on the balls of your feet to come face to face with your boyfriend. With a hand to your chest, you exhaled, “shit babe, you scared me.” 

Namjoon smiled sheepishly with his dimples poking through his cheeks, “sorry my love. I was in the bathroom so I didn’t hear you come in.” He spoke as he approached you, tenderly taking your hand and intertwining your fingers. “How was work? You look rather exhausted.” 

Your boyfriend was absurdly perceptive and could clock your mood within seconds. It was something you were eternally grateful for, because it helped him exercise boundaries within your relationship. He never pushed you too far to talk about things and never really overstepped, as he could sense if you were going to react negatively or brazenly. 

This was one of those moments. 

“Work was draining,” you murmured as he tugged you into his embrace for a hug, “just happy to be here with you.” Your words were middle by the soft fabric of his white tee but it didn’t phase you in the slightest, not when your man was hugging you close to his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat soothed you. You loved being in his hold; feeling and absorbing his warmth. 

“I’m happy you’re here with me too.” He confessed sweetly whilst pressing his lips to the top of your head. His large hands rubbed across the span of your back, trying his best to help you relax and let go of the residual stress that still lingered from your shift. 

“That feels so nice,” you mumbled against his pectoral, nuzzling your face into his t-shirt a little, “really missed you Joonie.” You felt his heartbeat speed up in pace beneath your cheek, which spread warmth across your entire body. You still couldn’t believe that this unbelievably amazing man was yours and that his heart rate increased whenever you were with him. You were just so incredibly lucky to be loved by this person. 

“Missed you more, jagiya.” He whispered against your hairline, leaving another kiss to your skin and giving your body a gentle squeeze. You soaked in the feeling of his affection and couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Nothing could compare to the feeling of your boyfriend’s hugs. 

Slowly unwrapping his arms from your waist, Namjoon tenderly grasped at your shoulders and angled you away from his muscular chest so that he could make eye contact with you. 

Your eyes instantly locked and a saccharine smile formed upon those full, plump lips of his. You couldn’t help but share in the sentiment, smiling back at him with nothing but unfiltered adoration. 

“Could stare at you for hours,” he revealed unapologetically, gently reaching out to swipe loose stray hairs from the curvature of your face, “my pretty love.” 

Heat rose to your cheeks at his compliment and for once you didn’t care. You were far too enamored with your boyfriend to feel bashfulness. If he was going to give you a string of compliments then you were surely going to let him. He had been away too long for you not to revel in the moment and all its glory. 

“Why don’t you then?” 

His eyebrows raised in delight, “stare at you for hours?” 

You nodded once with a gleaming smile. “Yeah. I know I could happily do the same.” 

Namjoon chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the sides in the most endearing way, “maybe some other time. Right now I want to take you to the sofa and hold you in my arms. I’ve missed holding you the most.” 

Your heart did a double take at his words. You could’ve sworn your stomach did a somersault too. God, this man never ceased to leave you winded but in the best way possible. 

“What are you waiting for then?” 

Eyes alight, your boyfriend chuckled once more and took a hold of your hand within seconds. He guided you over to his modular caramel colored suede sofa with a removable chaise and propped you both into the center of it. He positioned you so that you rested atop his thighs, slotted perfectly in his lap with your back pressed against his broad, toned chest. 

Nothing felt more like home than this. 

His muscular arms were secured around your middle and his chin was just grazing the edge of your shoulder. You could feel him everywhere—sense him everywhere—and immediately you felt safe and sound. All your anxieties from earlier on in the day had vanished. Your stress? Evaporated. Your tenseness? Dissipated.

Only Namjoon could make you forget about your horrible day within fifteen minutes of being in his presence. He was just inarguably perfect and you were unequivocally in love with him. 

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, as if he could read your thoughts. Your mind, body and soul was so perpetually in tune with his own and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tilting your head, you placed a featherlight kiss to his plush lips and murmured the words back to him without hesitation. 

Namjoon’s eyes softened and he tugged you closer to him (even though it was practically impossible given how flush you were against his chest). You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and simply allowed yourself to feel. 

You knew in that moment, without a shadow of a doubt, that you had found the meaning of true happiness. Unadulterated joy resided inside your boyfriend’s one bedroom bachelor apartment. Not because of his twenty eight—now twenty nine—house plants, but because of the man himself. 

And you weren’t ever going to let that (or let him) go. 

An enormous and exuberant bouquet of them was the first thing you saw when you walked into the clinic earlier that morning. 

The assembly of vivid oranges, deep fuchsias, stark whites and brilliant yellows snatched your breath from the back of your throat. The flowers were spectacular and you couldn’t help but think of him. 

Tiger lilies were his birth flower after all. 

“Good morning Mia,” you greeted the blonde behind the reception desk, giving her an agreeable smile, “did someone deliver flowers for you?”

Your coworker snickered and shook her head, “someone delivered flowers for you.” She emphasized, gesturing to the dainty note that was nestled in the grand bouquet.

“Me?” You echoed, eyebrows shooting upwards as you looked over at the note. It wasn’t handwritten, no, instead a piece of simple beige cardstock, with words printed onto it in black ink. Although it was rather impersonal in presentation, you could recognize the mannerisms used in the text from anywhere.  

Mia leant her chin onto her hands while she watched realization spark in your eyes, your hands reaching for the note and plucking it from where it was positioned.

“Thinking of you majorly. I hope these make you think of me too. Counting down the days ‘til I see you again. I love you Tiny,” you read aloud while a dusting of carmine appeared on your cheeks, “he’s so cute sometimes.” 

“Sometimes?” Mia squawked, shaking her head reproachfully, “hun I think you mean all the time. Your boyfriend is a total heartthrob and phat as hell.” 

You smiled dreamily, glancing down at the note and then carefully (very gently) placed it back in its delegated spot. “You know, you sound like every girl on the east coast right now.” 

You meant it as a joke, totally lighthearted but you also weren’t wrong. 

Women of all ages shamelessly drooled over Jungkook and have been since his first season. Though you could argue that girls have been ogling him since middle school, the shift most certainly inaugurated the day he graced the ice professionally, with him adorning that infamous blue and white jersey. 

“Are you gonna open up a can of whoop ass on me?” Mia chortled with a blinding grin, shielding her face in a joking manner. 

You playfully shook your head, “no. That means I would have to smack down half of this country and Canada as well,” you snorted, lifting up the bouquet of flowers with intention of taking them to your office, “I know Kook is gorgeous. I’m not one of those wacko girlfriends that hates when people compliment my boyfriend.” 

“See, I wish I was as level headed as you. I would go batshit crazy on anyone who fawns over my partner.” 

Your lips curved upwards into a smile, “I’m not a trained psychiatrist for no reason. Need to have my head somewhat screwed on for that line of work.” 

Mia nodded in agreement and eagerly followed you down the hallway to your allocated office. 

Yes, your office. Not shared with anyone else—completely yours and yours alone. 

It was still baffling to you how far you’d progressed since graduation, and in such a short amount of time. The move to Boston hadn’t been as perverse as you’d anticipated. Sure, you found yourself homesick a couple of times within the first few weeks but soon enough you were settling in and finding your feet amidst the internship. 

Just before Labor Day (during the first six months of your internship), you were offered the incredible opportunity to conclude your internship prematurely and move into a permanent junior position. Naturally, you accepted it. 

That weekend was beyond memorable for you, as you’d not only landed your dream job but Jungkook had flown in from Toronto to celebrate with you. He stayed an entire long weekend and frankly, you barely left your apartment. He practically made it his mission to show you just how proud of you he was and he sure as hell completed that mission with flying colors. 

Understandably, it had been hard to say goodbye again after those glorious three days. But before you knew it, the two of you had developed a steady rhythm for the long distance relationship. 

And that’s why you were still going strong two years later (technically two and a half, since Jungkook loved to count the day you wore his varsity jersey as being the day you both started dating and you don’t ever debate him on that). 

“So why tiger lilies? I thought your favorite kind of flowers were peonies.” 

You placed the bouquet into the vase you kept near the windowsill, “peonies are my favorite. Tiger lily is Jungkook’s birth flower.” You kindly informed the receptionist who had quickly become one of your closest friends. 

“That makes the note ten times cuter!” Mia gushed, clapping her hands together with glimmering eyes. 

“Did you read my note?” You tried to hide your smile by sucking in your lips and raising an eyebrow. 

Mia’s shoulders immediately upthrusted towards her jawline, cheeks turning a shade of rose. “Busted… I’m sorry, I was curious!” 

“I’m just messing with you Mia, I don’t mind if you read it.” You tittered while pouring some good old Boston tap water from your water bottle into the vase.

The blonde visibly relaxed then, the tension leaving her body. “Oh wicked sweet. Wendy always bites my head off when I read her delivery notes.” She grimaced, clearly remembering a time that wasn’t too pleasant.

You went to reassure her that you weren’t that uptight, when the woman in question walked into your office unannounced. 

Speak of the devil. 

“Flowers, Y/N?” Wendy drawled, bringing her lit cigarette to her pursed lips and taking a drag. 

You absolutely despised that she smoked indoors but she unfortunately got away with a lot of things given her long-standing position with the clinic. Her nasty habit of smoking was one of the key reasons you kept Febreze in your office, as well as a fire blanket and stain remover. 

Forcing a polite smile, you nodded once, “yes. They’re from Jungkook.” You didn’t owe her any kind of explanation, but your entire body warmed with adoration any time you spoke of your boyfriend. And you simply loved that feeling. 

Wendy puffed out smoke, almost blowing it in Mia’s face whilst she glanced at the magnificent bouquet. With a click of her tongue, Wendy flicked her cigarette ash into your trash can. “Hm, a big bunch like that… either he cheated or he forgot an important date like an anniversary or birthday.”

You stiffened in response to her comment, bristling at the negative connotations. “Jungkook has a better memory than I do. Not that it’s any of your business, Wendy, but he sent me flowers because he was thinking of me.” You squared your shoulders, instinctively becoming defensive over the love of your life. 

“He’s supes sweet!” Mia raved.

You were thankful that Mia came to your aid, because you weren’t fond of the way Wendy kissed her teeth. She was a miserable woman that loved to bring down others in order to make herself feel good. You detested the fact you had to be nice to her every single day but you dealt with it for the sake of your career. 

“I see,” Wendy mused, blowing out the last few rings of smoke before ditching her cigarette butt in the trash. God, the sight almost made your eye twitch. “Perhaps he was thinking of you because he betrayed you. You know how those sports players can be, they don’t value loyalty unless it comes in the form of a uniform.”

You bristled. Her utterance prickled at your skin, making your stomach churn. The very idea of Jungkook being unfaithful to you was absurd but not entirely impossible. He resided in another country, for crying out loud. Toronto was six hundred and five miles from Boston. A ten hour drive or a two hour flight. Sure, the distance could be far worse but there was still an entire international border between you both. If he was to cheat, you wouldn’t have a clue. 

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Mia confronted Wendy on her cynicism, lips curled up in disgust. 

You, on the other hand, reached for the note stashed in the floral arrangement and held the piece of cardboard to your chest. Your boyfriend organized for a bouquet to be sent to you because he simply missed you. He wanted you to be thinking of him because you were on his mind. There was nothing backhanded about his gesture. Jungkook wasn’t like other athletes. He was in hockey for the game—for his passion—not for fame, fortune and fans. You knew this to rein true. 

“Isn’t he some hot-shot hockey player?” Wendy cackled humourlessly, resembling that on a cold hearted witch. Although really, you should replace the W with a B. “From what I’ve seen, he has girls fawning over him all the time. Men are brainless idiots that only think with their dicks. They fall into temptation too easily. Wouldn’t shock me if he’s already fucked a dozen Canadian hoochies.” 

Nasty ass bitch. “I appreciate your concern,” you mustered up the fakest, most saccharinely sweet smile, “but I know my boyfriend. I’ve been friends with him almost my whole life. He wouldn’t ever do such a thing. We are happy and we are solid.” Your voice was unwaveringly strong and composed, whilst you kept your head held high. There was no weakness displayed, therefore you knew that Wendy would ultimately fail in any attempt to tear you down further. 

“You know Wendy, if I ever get divorced in the future, I hope I’m not as callous as you.” Mia shrugged, giving you a knowing smile before exiting your office to return to the front desk. 

Wendy stalked out without another word. She didn’t even spare you a parting glance and for that you were thankful. Her negativity was stifling and this wasn’t the kind of atmosphere you wished for the first thing in the morning. 

Taking a seat in your office chair, you lifted the note from your chest and smiled endearingly at the beige cardstock. There was no chance in hell Jungkook did this out of guilt. He wasn’t wired that way. He unashamedly wore his heart on his sleeve and had since the day you first met him at the tender age of eight. Even when you were pretending to be his girlfriend during your last year of college, he could barely keep up with the charade. He lasted all but two weeks before it was real to him. He wasn’t a good liar and he wasn’t manipulative. Wendy was wrong on so many levels and you weren’t going to let her poison your thoughts. 

Retrieving your Nokia 3310 from your Guess denim bag, you immediately sifted through your address book until you found Jungkook’s contact. You decided to send him a text message. Not only to thank him, but to ease any sort of anxiety Wendy may have pinpricked. 

you

thx 4 the flowers <3 they r so pretty 

Once the message had been sent, you proceeded with setting up your desk for the day. You first client wasn’t until eleven, so you had two hours to respond to emails, reorganize your schedule for the next week in order to see as many clients as possible before your trip and call back anyone who left a voice message on your answering machine last night. 

You turned on the computer base and waited for it to beep to life. Once the little light flashed green, you pressed the power button on the monitor. Your desktop computer always took a couple of minutes to start up every morning—so you instantly perked up when your cellphone sounded, indicating that you had a new SMS. 

2 messages received from kook

anything 4 u <3  miss u supes :( can i hit u up 2nite? 

you

miss u 2 <3 yes u can call me l8r 

Glancing at the analogue clock that hung above the doorframe, you smiled to yourself. It was just past nine, meaning your boyfriend had finished his morning practice. His routine was relatively the same all year round, but he kept a strict schedule during the hockey season. It was currently the beginning of November, meaning the season had just begun last month. 

You both had tried to get you to visit Toronto during the summer, but your work schedule simply didn’t align with his pre-season training schedule. Hence why you’d arranged to visit him during the fall. It was just unfortunate that your impending trip would coincide with two of his games. 

But that was just the reality of dating a professional hockey player. 

You were in the middle of logging into Windows when your cellphone resounded once again. 

1 message received from kook 

sweet :) dats gr8. in my sched 4 9pm ok? 

you 

look at u & ur fancy blackberry LOL

1 message received from kook

r u jealous :P baby i told u i would buy u 1 

you

i dont need 1 my nokia is fine 

1 message received from kook

but i wanna spoil my gurl :D

Your heart jackhammered in your chest, like it always did whenever Jungkook was indisputably romantic. Your entire mind, body and soul yearned for him. The distance was certainly eating away at you this time and it only became ten times more difficult when he does things like that. 

you

kook u do spoil me. its ok. i luv u 4 u & not ur money 

1 message received from kook 

wish u were here so u could sit on my face

Thank god you were alone in your office, because you could feel your cheeks burning profusely. 

you 

babe im at work! can u not 

1 message received from kook 

wot i miss u! i miss ur voice ur smile ur laugh ur tits ur badonkadonk 

you

shut ur face ur so horny 

1 message received from kook 

cum do it with ur pussy :P

You rolled your eyes at his text message, albeit smiling like a goddamn buffoon. He’s ridiculous! 

you

i will delete ur digits 

1 message received from kook 

ur so hot when ur mad :D i hav a boner plz cum fix it 

you

puck u ur so annoying 

1 message received from kook 

ur so funny :P hockey jokes LOL i hav da best gf eva. i luv u

Your heart skipped a beat. No matter how goofy your boyfriend was; he never joked around with his feelings. Since the day you both graduated back in Rhode Island, the two of you never went a day without saying those three little words. Jungkook meant them with every piece of his heart and that’s why you were swooning in your office at half past nine in the morning. 

you

i hate when u do that

1 message received from kook 

no u luv it :D & me 

you

yes i do :) i miss teasing u :( 3 months is 2 long :( 

1 message received from kook 

i know tiny :( but 10 days til u r here <3

A knock could be heard from your doorframe. You looked up to see your boss, holding a Filofax and a cardboard cup holder with two steaming hot takeaway coffees. 

“Michelle, come on in.” You welcomed her warmly and gestured to the unoccupied seat adjacent to your desk. You quickly typed out a text message, so you wouldn’t leave your boyfriend hanging. 

you

i cant wait. ttyl luv u <3

1 message received from kook 

luv u 4eva <3

His text left you beaming brilliantly. God, I love him. 

“Morning Y/N. Now was it just me or was Wendy a frigid bitch this morning?” 

The miasma of marijuana pervaded your bedroom as Lisa smoked a joint while lounging on your polka dot bean bag. 

You were in the process of packing for your upcoming trip to Toronto and enlisted your roommate for help, but unsurprisingly, she hadn’t really done anything except for lighting up and indulging in the devil’s grass. 

Lisa was an eccentric person and reminded you a little of Rose—your roommate from college who was now living in Philadelphia—but they also had slightly contrasting personalities. Rose preferred to stay in her room and do her own thing until invited out, whereas Lisa didn’t know the textbook definition of personal space. She loved being involved at all times. She thrived off being the center of attention too. Both of them were good roommates though as they stopped you from overworking and falling into a stressful heap. 

“Are you nervous?” Your pixie haired roommate questioned, blowing out smoke and peering over at you with hooded, dazed and partially reddened eyes. 

You furrowed your brows. “Why would I be nervous?” 

Lisa hummed lazily, “hasn’t it been over three months? Hun, that’s like a whole season. A lot can change in that time.” 

A lot can change? 

You pondered her statement, having paused folding a pair of bootleg jeans. Although you were well aware that it’d been over three months since you last saw Jungkook in person, the sheer extent of the time passed hadn’t occurred to you. 

Who knows when you would see him after this visit. Most likely Christmas, since he will probably have a game on Thanksgiving. Last year you were able to see each other more often because you had less patients. But now with your growing client base, things are becoming a little more recalcitrant. You were able to overcome that though, so surely it wouldn’t get any worse… right? 

Fragments of doubt swum around in the forefront of your mind for a moment, leaving you chewing on your bottom lip. Thankfully Lisa was preoccupied with discarding her joint, so she didn’t see your physical reaction. 

“We’ll be fine,” you spoke, flashing your roommate an inspiriting smile (although it was to reassure yourself rather than her), “I’m sweet, chillin’. Excited for this trip.” 

Lisa smiled lopsidedly. “Baller. Make sure you take a bunch of piccies. I’ve never been to Canada.” 

“I will.” You promised her, crossing your heart and then placing the folded pair of denim you’d been holding onto for the last couple of minutes into your suitcase. 

You certainly intended on capturing as much of Toronto as you could. Despite Jungkook moving to the biggest Canadian city around the same time you moved to Boston, you hadn’t been able to make the trip there yet. Whenever you saw your boyfriend, he was the one coming to you. To be fair, out of the both of you, he was the one that could afford to drop wads of cash on airfares without batting an eyelid. He offered to pay your way countless times, but your fierce independence shone through when you bargained that if you were to come to him, you would save for the trip to Toronto and use your PTO for it. Jungkook undoubtedly understood the importance behind it, so he didn’t have any kind of rebuttal. Instead, he selected a week that would work best for him and then a plan was set into motion. 

“Are you gonna pack lingerie?” 

Cocking an eyebrow, you turned your gaze to your roommate who was no longer occupying your beanbag, but rather rummaging through your drawers instead. “Lisa!” 

She blatantly ignored your exclamation, proceeding to dig through your undergarments until she located one of your newest sets. 

“You gotta wear this!” She declared, turning on her heel to show you the sheer black colored lingerie, “I know it’ll make your coochie look fire, like for shizzle.” 

You pursed your lips, mildly unconvinced. “Did you miss the point last night where I said that Jungkook has two home games this coming week? I can’t be a distraction.” 

The last thing you ever wanted to do was to hinder your boyfriend’s focus. Especially given the stellar record his team has maintained so far in the season. The Leafs could very well make their way into the playoffs this year and you know for a fact that Jungkook needed to be at the top of his game to help his teammates achieve that goal. 

“Distraction?” Lisa snorted, tossing the set of undergarments onto your bed before turning her attention back to your designated underwear drawer. “Don’t be a total bonehead! Wait actually, do be one. Bone his brains out. It’s been three months, babe.” Your roommate smirked, dangling a blush pink babydoll from her fingertips. 

You folded your arms over your chest, shooting her a look. “Lis, you know what I mean. I don’t wanna pack with the intention of screwing my boyfriend. Jungkook and I never plan sex, it just happens.” 

“Okay I feel you,” she closed the drawer, albeit placing the set onto your dark gray comforter alongside the black pair, “but there’s really no harm in packing them just in case. Who knows? I bet he’d be happier than a pig in shit if you wore one of those.” Lisa wiggled her eyebrows knowingly and hummed to herself in triumph when you reached for the lingerie and packed in the two sets with your underwear. “You’ll totes thank me later.” 

“Whatevs,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “now since you’re actually helping me, can you do me a solid and pick out some cute fall outfits? I don’t wanna look major busted in Toronto.” 

Lisa skipped over to your closet and immediately started sifting through your clothes. “Bitch, I’d never let you look fugly.” 

You knew that statement to be a fact. Lisa had wicked sweet taste and would rather choke on a cactus than leave the house looking sloppy. She prided herself on her appearance and since living with her, she’d been quite the positive influence on your approach to fashion and personal style. She was truly your number one hype woman and never failed to make you feel good in your own skin. 

The two of you then spent the next half an hour deliberating, discussing and debating the perfect outfits for your trip. Eventually, you’d come to a unanimous decision and you were more than satisfied with the selection. 

“Have fun, okay?” Lisa pulled you in for a warm hug, once you’d packed in your disposable Kodak camera as promised, “don’t listen to the rumors. I know they’ve been eating away at you lately.” She can really read me like a book!

How could they not though? 

Every single day you were hearing more passing comments about the NHL and how hockey players loved to get all kinds of blitzed, laid and jacked up. It never really fazed you until you overheard someone on the subway a week ago, talking about the Leafs and how seventy percent of the team was made up of young men under thirty and were partying it up after every game. 

Jungkook was twenty five—bang smack in the middle of that age bracket. 

It pained you to think about him getting sloshed after a game, since your boyfriend was a cheery and cuddly drunk. He was affectionately called a ‘hangnail’ by Taehyung back in college, claiming that Jungkook was the clingiest when shitfaced. So with that being said, the possibility of puck bunnies swooping in at an after game party and trying to make moves on your boyfriend was more than probable. 

Yes, you trusted Jungkook more than anyone on this planet but you couldn’t help but worry. Who knows what kind of influence his teammates have on him? Who knows what kind of pressure he may be under by the sports media? Who knows what really goes on when you’re not talking over the phone? 

“Y/N,” the soft sound of your roommate’s voice snapped you back to reality, “are you okay? You went like dead silent.” 

You blinked rapidly. “Yeah, um, sorry. Just got lost in thought.” You forced an apologetic smile, trying not to linger on your introspection and how bewildered you felt coming out of it. 

Lips etched into a tiny frown, Lisa reached out and took your hands into her own. She gave them a reassuring squeeze, one that clearly expressed her support and comforted you within milliseconds.

“Thanks,” you exhaled, offering her a collected half-smile, “I’m okay. We’re okay.” 

“I know.” Lisa squeezed your hands once more. “JK loves you so much, hun. He looks at you like you hung every single star in the sky, invented ice hockey and stuffed crust pizza all in one.” 

Her words evoked a giggle out of you. 

“He wouldn’t ever cheat on you. And if he did fuck around behind your back, I will go nutso on that punk bitch and yank off his favorite appendage.” 

You laughed aloud this time, feeling ten times better than before. The build up of concerns had surely left your body (as your shoulders felt two hundred pounds lighter) and your stomach didn’t feel like it was churning itself anymore. 

“You’re the best Lis.” You released her hands to give her a hug in order to extend your gratitude. 

She hugged you back without hesitation. “Gotta keep it real,” she mused, pulling away and then gesturing to beneath your bed, “be sure to pack a vibrator! I expect you to return to Boston majorly fucked out or I’ll be disappointed in your boy’s game.” 

You puffed out a raspberry and shook your head. “That’s enough outta you. I think it’s time you lockdown a booty call.” You cracked a grin, playfully shooing her towards the door of the bedroom. 

“All my hookups are limp-dicked and boring! Let me know if JK has any hot teammates!” 

Lisa sauntered out of your room then, giving you a playful wiggle of the eyebrows before closing your bedroom door and leaving you alone to finalize your packing status. 

You were about to start compiling your toiletries when your Nokia beeped, alerting you of a new text message. 

And what you read then, saw all your previous anxieties and doubts evaporating into nothingness. 

1 message received from kook

2 days tiny <3 48 hrs til icu 

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you tried your hardest not to appear frazzled (and frankly feel it too) over the length of the customs line at Toronto Pearson International Airport. 

You really didn’t want a border officer to become suspicious of you, especially given the fact your boyfriend was undoubtedly waiting for you at arrivals. You couldn’t afford to waste valuable time answering immigration questions when you could be spending it with Jungkook instead. 

“Yo that pilot owned when he asked who was traveling to Toronto for the Leafs games!” The man in front of you enthused, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet as the two women he was with nodded eagerly in agreement. 

“He should’ve asked which player is the best.” The shorter of the two women giggled. 

Truthfully, you knew better than to be eavesdropping but the conversation had piqued your interest now. You wondered what kind of juice you could uncover regarding Jungkook’s teammates. And knowing your boyfriend, he would want to know everything so he could tease them with it. 

“Matthew Snyder for shizzle.” The male said emphatically; leaving no room for argument. 

The taller woman laughed, “the captain? Don’t cha think that’s a bit basic?” 

“The man is a fucking legend!” The man argued defensively. “He had some of the best assists last season.” 

You mentally took note of that statistic. From what you’d learned listening to your boyfriend ramble about his hockey team for the past two years, Jungkook looked up to his captain tremendously. You were sure that he would keenly pass that information onto Snyder in a heartbeat. Not in an effort to suck up, but to praise his captain because in his eyes the man deserved it and also because Jungkook had the most golden heart and loved to make others feel appreciated. 

“He’s like almost forty, “the shorter woman snorted, shaking her head in disapproval, “the best is easily Jungkook Jeon.” 

You almost choked on air. My Jungkook?

“Oh for reals!” The taller woman giggled, reaching up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. Seriously?

“Just because he’s young and aight looking doesn’t make him the best player on the team.” The man bit out gruffly, folding his arms firmly across his chest. Hold on… does Kook have haters? 

“Get real, of course it does! Yahoo says that he’s like the best center forward the team has seen in almost a decade. Plus he’s buff as hell. Have you seen his arms?” 

“And his tattoos! Totally yummy!” 

“And his lips? Hot damn, he could easily be an actor or a Calvin Klein model.” 

You hadn’t realized you bit down on your cheek so hard, so much so, you could now taste blood. Your entire body was on fire. Your stomach had tightened, your skin was burning, your knuckles were now white from how hard you were clutching the handle of your suitcase. Jealousy coursed through your veins and It was certainly a nasty feeling. You didn’t want to become a green monster on this trip. 

“Whatever. He’s pretty dope but Snyder is still the shiznit—oh hey we’re up.” 

Never had you been so relieved to watch people leave your line of sight. You hoped with all your might that they wouldn’t notice Jungkook when they exit the airport later. Because if they recognized him? All hell would break loose for sure. You didn’t need that on top of overhearing girls fawn over your man (as it’s not exactly the best start to your trip). 

Once you cleared customs, you breezed through baggage claim within five minutes and finally made it to arrivals. Giddiness flooded through your body as you glanced around the terminal with eager eyes. But that upbeat feeling soon deflated when you realized you couldn’t locate his all too familiar figure. 

Retrieving your cellphone from your carry on, you immediately dialed his number. Putting the phone to your ear, you waited as it began to ring on the receiving end. 

“Hello?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. He was nearby. You were both finally in the same place. Your entire mind, body and soul really missed him so much and it was starting to hit you just how long the two of you had been away from each other. 

“Kook, babe, I’m here. Where—”

“Gotcha! It’s my voicemail. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” 

You sucked in your lips and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling discouraged that he hadn’t picked up, “hey babe it’s me. I’m at arrivals and can’t see you? Are you at a different spot in the airport? Please call me back. Love you.” Hanging up the phone, you caught a glimpse of the three people in front of you at customs earlier. You smiled to yourself, feeling satisfied that Jungkook wasn’t here to endure that madness. Maybe a little bitchy of you to admit that, but you didn’t really care. 

After another ten minutes of waiting around, you were beginning to grow antsy. You had sent him a text during that time, asking where he was and that you were still waiting for him at arrivals. 

To your disappointment, the text went unanswered. 

Did he forget? A tiny frown was now formed on your face, taking one last look around the arrivals. You’d both agreed to meet here at the time your plane was scheduled to land. And considering the twenty five minutes it took you to make your way through customs, there was really no excuse for him not to be here. 

With a heavy, disheartened sigh, you dragged your suitcase alongside you as you wandered towards the taxi rank. It hadn’t been on your bingo card for the trip to catch a cab from the airport but what else could you do? You were in a foreign city. Alone. There weren’t any other alternatives. 

Just as you trudged towards the exit, you heard the sound of your name coming from the left side of the terminal. 

Turning your head, you spot your boyfriend instantaneously. He’s rushing through the terminal, wearing a pair of straight wide leg denim, a black Tommy Hilfiger tee, a loose flannel and a pair of Chucks. His obsidian colored hair is messily swept off his face and parted in the middle.

He looked irresistible. 

As much as you want to be upset with him for not answering your call or texts, you simply can’t be. Instead, you’re overwhelmed with love for him. It’s what makes you gently place your arms on his biceps the second he stands in front of you, slightly panting with widened (and undeniably apologetic) doe brown eyes. 

“Shit baby, I’m so sorry I got held up at train—hmph!” You silenced him with your mouth, pushing your lips keenly against his own. You immediately sigh in the kiss, your body melting at the taste of him and the familiarity. 

Jungkook wasted no time in kissing you back, his adoring smile evident through the kiss as he brought his large hands to your hips and lifted you up effortlessly. A squeal ripped from your throat as he spun you around, giving you the main character energy that you’d only ever seen in movies. 

“Kook! Oh my god, you’ll draw a crowd!” You giggled, tapping his shoulder in lieu of verbally telling him to put you down. 

Chuckling with a broadened grin, Jungkook steadied you back on your own two feet and moved his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks ever so gently. “I missed you so fucking much, Tiny.” he confessed, doe eyes big and bright with nothing but unwavering love for you. 

You gazed up at him the same way, your eyes softened and glimmering with pure, unadulterated adoration. “I missed you more.” 

His nose scrunched up in the way that resembled a baby rabbit when he processed your words, his smile only becoming more radiant. 

Jungkook leaned down and placed a tender kiss to your lips once again, delicately stroking the skin of your cheek with his calloused thumb, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Four little words that you could say proudly—without hesitation—every single time. 

The two of you shared a few more sweet kisses before your boyfriend reluctantly pulled away, reaching for the handle of the suitcase you’d abandoned approximately five minutes ago when he swept you up in his embrace. 

“C’mon baby, let’s roll out.” Jungkook chimed, wheeling your luggage behind him and holding out his inked right hand for your left. You hastened in clasping your hands together and intertwining your fingers, absolutely relishing in the way your hand felt in his. 

He led you out of the arrivals terminal and towards the parking lot. “I drove,” he informed you with a light hum, “there’s no way in hell I’m letting my girl on the TTC.” 

You giggled in amusement because clearly this city had their own form of unreliable public transit, just like the MBTA back home. You couldn’t deny that you found Jungkook’s abhorrence for Toronto’s transit rather entertaining. 

Before you could cross the intersection to the parking lot, the pair of you were stopped by two timid teenagers (or so they looked like to you). 

“Hi-sorry-are-you-Toronto-Maple-Leafs-Center-Forward-Number-7-Jungkook-Jeon?” The blonde boy with spiky hair burbled, nervously rubbing his bicep as he peered up at your boyfriend. The girl next to him looked starstruck, her lips parted into a distinct zero shape and eyes blown out wide. 

Jungkook flashed them his signature smile, “sure am. You guys want a quick autograph?” 

The teenaged duo who couldn’t be older than sixteen gaped at him in salubrious shock, nodding their heads jerkingly and fumbling with their backpacks for a notepad and pen. 

“Thank you Mr Jeon, sir!” The boy rambled nervously, thrusting a high school notebook into your boyfriend’s hands with a blue ballpoint pen. 

“I’m not old enough for that yet, dude. You can call me JK,” he advised the teenagers with a knowing grin, biting on his piercing to keep in his laughter as the pair almost fainted at his offer. 

“Wow! We can call him JK!” The brunette girl beside the boy practically shrieked, her eyes glimmering with undiluted joy. “This is the best day of my life.” 

You smiled warmly down at the two teens before turning your attention to Jungkook, who had taken the liberty of drawing a hockey stick (alongside his infamous signature) and scribbled beside it: Never forget to chase your dreams — JK. 

He returned the book and pen back to the pair, watching as they both gushed over the autograph belonging to their favorite hockey player. 

“Thanks supes times a gazillion JK!” 

Jungkook bowed his head with a kind smile before the teenagers ran off in excitement, reaching for their cellphones and proclaiming that they needed to call their friends. 

“Everybody in this city is in love with you.” You mused, reaching for his hand once again and giving it a gentle squeeze. First the girls on the plane salivating over him, now those two kids flossin’ his autograph. Your boyfriend was so well known that you could argue he was a celebrity. 

He chortled, doe brown eyes glistening. “The only person I care about being in love with me is you.” 

He sure as hell earned a kiss for that heart melting comment. 

A couple of minutes later you found yourself standing in front of Jungkook’s new car and practically wheezing. 

“What’s so funny?” He grumbled, keying the trunk open and propping in your suitcase. 

You inhaled through your nose and tried not to burst out laughing again, placing your hands on your hips for support. “Jungkook. This is the car from The Fast and The Furious.” 

He grinned boyishly. “Yeah I know! How fucking sick, right?” 

You sucked in your lips and forced a nod. You wanted to cackle again so badly. Honestly, it shouldn’t even be that much of a shock to you. Ever since your boyfriend had watched the street-racing action movie in the theaters last year, he had become somewhat obsessed. So of course he purchased a Subaru Impreza. 

“You know people are gonna think you’re overcompensating.” You teased him playfully as he closed the trunk, burbling out a giggle when he tossed you the middle finger. 

“Stop drillin’ me, baby. Or I’ll have to show you just how fast and furious I can be.” He smirked, reaching over to open the passenger side door like a true gentleman (despite how raunchy his double entendre was). 

“Shut your mouth and get in the car, Toretto.” 

“Fuck!” Jungkook choked out a guttural groan, raven haired head knocked back against the headrest of his leather sofa. “How’re you so fucking good at this?” 

The praise blossoms in your chest while you continue to bob your head, taking as much of his thickness in your mouth as physically possible. Jungkook had an impressive girth and no matter how many times you sucked his cock, you still couldn’t get used to taking his size all the way. 

You then expertly swirled your tongue around his mushroom tip, focusing on the ridges where his head meets his shaft and also teasing his slit, which was oozing with dollops of pre-cum. He tasted salty on your tongue and frankly it’s a bitterness that you’ve come to enjoy after the past two years. 

Labored breaths start filling his living room, with Jungkook’s tattooed right hand delving into your hair and grasping at the strands to (gently) hold you in place. 

“Baby—ungh—fuck,” he rasped. His pelvis bucked up involuntarily, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gagged briefly, not having anticipated the intrusion. “Shit sorry… sorry baby.” He almost whimpered, beads of sweat appearing at his hairline as you regained composure and continued to slurp on his throbbing dick as if it were a popsicle. 

You didn’t understand women who didn’t like giving their partners head. You thrived on Jungkook’s praises, moans, grunts and whimpers. You loved that you could make him feel like he was floating on cloud nine while being the king of the world simultaneously. Pleasuring your boyfriend was just as satisfying as receiving pleasure yourself. 

So with that being said, you never shied away from getting his cock in your mouth whenever he visited. 

“Mm,” you gargled around his length, using your left hand to fist the part of his dick that you couldn’t get down your throat. With your right hand, you dipped beneath his erection and fondled his testicles, knowing it drove him absolutely crazy when you touched him so intimately. 

“Hngh! T-Tiny… wanna come,” he practically whined, his brows knitting together while his thighs tensed. You knew he was close as his balls were drawing upwards in your palm, “wanna come on y-your tits.” He shamelessly begged while his hardened cock throbbed on your tongue. 

You moaned around his dick at his filthy words, releasing him with a lewd pop and immediately wrapping both hands around his moistened erection. His dick pulsated; hot and heavy in your grasp. 

“You’re so hard, babe.” You lifted your gaze, wanting to bear witness to the way his body responded to you jerking him off. You kept your rhythm even, briskly moving your fist all the way up and down his cock. 

Jungkook’s jaw slackened at your ministrations, his chest heaving up and down as his orgasm drew closer. A slew of strangled moans and throaty pleas of your name were thrown in with a bunch of vulgarity. The way he was losing control made you feel triumphant, as all your desire to do was bringing him immense satisfaction. 

He looked effortlessly handsome in that moment: his hair matted to his forehead by sweat, his new eyebrow piercing peeking from beneath his onyx strands, his lips kiss bitten and swollen and his doe brown eyes hooded and dazed. You couldn’t believe how this remarkable man was yours and only yours. 

The second his dick twitched in your palm, you knew he was on the verge of climaxing. “Let go Kook,” you murmured, squeezing just below the head of his cock in hope to spark his orgasm. 

It was certainly the final push he needed, because before you knew it, his orgasm washed over him and ropes of hot white cum were spurting from the bulbous tip and landing directly on your chest. 

The wine red camisole you were wearing was now irreplaceably ruined. 

You continued to pump him slowly, aiding in riding out his high as he focused on steadying his breathing. He mustered up a lazy grin, leering at you with half-lidded eyes. Nothing could ever compare to watching Jungkook fall apart during sex. Knowing you were the one to make him feel that good? Oh it boosted your confidence tenfold. 

Once his cock softened in your hand, you let go of him and leaned up to press a kiss to his awaiting lips. He kissed you back instantly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and not being fazed in the slightest in that he could taste some of his own pre-cum. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard so quickly before.” Jungkook puffed out through a lopsided smile, reaching up to run a hand through his dampened strands.

You grinned cheekily. “Well after all, you did say you’d show me how fast and furious you could be.” 

Only a second later your boyfriend was howling in laughter and reaching for your hips, determined to tickle your sides until you too were out of breath. 

The nail salon was absolutely buzzing.

You weren’t entirely sure why people were out getting manicures and pedicures, since it was an uneventful Wednesday evening in the midst of fall and the weather wasn’t overly spectacular either. The sun had been shielded by clouds all day and it was drizzling with rain about an hour ago, making the sidewalks slippery and cold. 

The only reason you were even here was courtesy of Jungkook, who had presented a gift voucher to you this morning after you’d both indulged in a delicious round of sweet, slow, missionary sex. Lots of kisses and caresses were exchanged between the two of you, leaving you in a blissful mood all day long after your lovemaking (despite the dreary weather). 

You ought to apologize to Lisa, given the way you shot down the idea of packing lingerie as you didn’t want to be presumptive regarding sex—yet here you were, getting frisky with your man every day since you arrived. 

The primary reason Jungkook had gifted you the voucher was due to his unavoidable training schedule. 

He felt guilty that he would have to leave you alone most of the day and practice with his team for the impending game Friday night. Although you tried to reassure him that he had no reason to feel guilty, elucidating that you were well aware of what you were signing up for when coming to visit during the season (due to your unavoidable schedule this time) but Jungkook refused to take no for an answer. He wanted you to enjoy yourself and even threw in a little side comment that all the WAGs get their nails done here, so why not give it a try? 

You eventually accepted the voucher and guaranteed that you would use it. Hence why you were here, sitting in a swivel chair whilst a technician buffed at your nails. 

In the corner of the salon, resided a 36 inch Sony Trinitron television on its very own customized stand. That monstrous thing was all the rage right now (according to your father who just so happened to purchase one two weeks ago and has it proudly standing tall in his living room). 

As to be expected in downtown Toronto, the television was set to the sports channel, where the news anchors were discussing the Leafs and their upcoming game at Air Canada Center. 

“I’m not really a hockey fanatic,” your nail technician admitted while preparing the acrylic base, “but holy hell did the Leafs lock down some fine specimen.” 

You snickered at her comment and before long, the women around you were hooting and hollering at the screen. You glanced over at the television to see who captured their attention and surprise, surprise it was Jungkook and his closest teammate Felix.

The anchor on the left proceeded to divulge information about Jungkook to his co-anchor and spoke highly of your boyfriend’s statistics from last year’s season. You couldn’t stop the bright smile that etched across your lips. The co-anchor then expressed confidently how Jungkook is an indisputable asset to the team. The well renowned hat trick from the playoffs was also mentioned and the news anchors unanimously agreed that him pulling it off undoubtedly helped the Leafs finish at the top of their division for the season. 

God, you were so immensely proud of him. 

“Number 7 is sex on a stick!” The woman beside you gushed, her words getting lodged in her throat as if she was seconds away from moaning. 

“It’s too bad he has a girlfriend.” You noted quietly, keeping your eyes fixated on the table in front of you as you didn’t want to look directly at the woman or you may end up glaring. You wanted to keep things friendly so you don’t end up with acetone dunked on your head. 

The woman snorted incredulously, “puh-lease. Everybody knows that hockey players get around. That poor girl probably has no idea, meanwhile he’s swimming in coochie all week long.” 

You visibly stiffened. “He doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.” Don’t blow your cover! Keep your cool! 

“Girl, you don’t even know him! My best friend’s roommate got his digits at an after party like a month ago. They text like all the time. She works for Cartier so he defs has a type. Pretty and successful.” 

You’d been pretty successful at drowning her out. The second that infuriating woman called you girl, you didn’t want to pay attention to her any further. So you simply let her words fall on deaf ears (or so you thought). 

Besides, you didn’t believe her for a minute. Anyone could make up a story about getting someone’s cell phone number, right? It wasn’t too far-fetched. And what on earth would Jungkook want from someone that works at Cartier anyway? Did he plan on trying to swindle a discount for diamond studded earrings? Unlikely. He liked sticking to the basic black and silvers. He preferred it, actually. Especially regarding his facial piercings. The whole thing seemed totally bonkers and you refused to let doubt brew in the back of your mind. 

Once your nails were finished, you graciously smiled at your nail technician and tipped the lady ten dollars for her hard work, granted the service was already prepaid thanks to the gift voucher.

You ignored the woman beside you as you gathered your things, not wanting to let you guard down. You weren’t going to allow her stupid little comments to fester. She had no idea what Jungkook was really like. Nobody in that godforsaken salon did—only you. Lisa had encouraged you not to listen to the rumors, therefore you were going to do your very best to push the canards out of your mind.  

A twenty minute cab ride later, you were now standing outside Jungkook’s lavish condo and unlocking the front door with the spare key he’d provided to you the day you arrived in Toronto. He wasn’t due home for another half hour or so, which didn’t bother you as you certainly needed some time to relax and unwind after that whole fiasco back at the nail salon. 

Padding over towards his open plan kitchen, you were in dire need for a nice glass of cold, filtered water. Reaching for the handle of the refrigerator, you paused your movements when you caught sight of the magnetic calendar adorning the front of the freezer compartment. 

Your eyebrows furrowed together instantly when you noticed a name—a female name—scrawled over today’s date and the day you had flown into the city. 

“Tiffany?” You whispered aloud, wracking your brain in hopes to figure out whether you knew of someone by that name. 

Unfortunately, you couldn’t recall anyone. 

Your phone sounded from your back pocket and you scrambled to retrieve it. There was an SMS from your boyfriend awaiting you in your inbox. 

Meekly, you pressed on the button that opened up the message and it read: 

1 message received from kook

hey tiny i’m gonna b late :( held up at training :( will b home asap 

Swallowing thickly, you dropped your hands to your sides and tried not to lose your composure. You put your phone into your back pocket so it wouldn’t fall to the ground. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Not when your brain was racing a million miles per hour. Jungkook had been late picking you up from the airport with the same excuse that training had been delayed. Now that could very well be the case, except for the fact both days on the calendar had the name Tiffany written in bolded ink. 

Is he actually seeing other people? You thought to yourself queasily, your stomach churning unpleasantly at the connotation. 

You didn’t want to lose trust in him. You didn’t want to lose faith in him. Not after everything you’ve been through. Not after seventeen years of being in each other’s lives. There had to be more to it. He wouldn’t betray you like this… right? 

Abandoning the idea of getting a glass of water, you swallowed the harsh lump in your throat and made your way to his bedroom. 

You were utterly confused. Upset. Ashamed. Pissed off. 

Doubt poisoned your mind and you were growing more anxious and devastated as the minutes ticked by. You didn’t want to envision Jungkook being unfaithful to you. That was a prescription for one disturbing nightmare. 

1 message received from kook 

just got away from team. on my way home 2u 

You left that text message unanswered again. 

Instead, you changed out of your clothes and into a pair of pajamas, albeit consistent of bed shorts and one of Jungkook’s muscle tees. Oh how you wished his clothes weren’t so comfortable at a time like this. 

Sliding into his queen sized bed, you hoisted the duvet over your body and curled up into the blankets. You forced back tears with determination; you blatantly scorned the idea of crying over this debacle. You were stronger than that. Right now, you just wanted to sleep off this headache of a day and talk things out with Jungkook when he wasn’t so wrapped up with training.

Because despite how mentally draining this was and how badly you wanted to confront him, you couldn’t bring yourself to throw him off his game. He needed to be at his utmost focus for the sake of the team. 

A short while after, Jungkook entered his bedroom with a heavy sigh and dumped his gym bag at the door, “Tiny?” 

You pretended to be asleep. Childish, but necessary for how you were feeling in that moment. 

“Baby are you awake?” He asked in a gentle voice, creeping over to the bed and no doubt taking a peek at your ‘sleeping’ form. A dejected sigh escaped his lips then. The bed dipped on the opposite side to you from his weight and you heard his palms make contact with his thighs, “stop being a pussy ass, Jeon. Don’t shit the stick. Get it off your chest. Just be honest with her.” 

Upon hearing his little monologue, you bite down on your bottom lip to prevent from making any sound. You couldn’t cry. You wouldn’t cry. 

You’re overthinking this. That’s all it is. 

A few reticent moments pass, with Jungkook shifting around the edge of the bed before hopping in beside you. He faintly smelled of cedar shampoo, sandalwood body wash and something that could only be described as intoxicatingly Jungkook. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest flush against your back so that your bodies were inclined. His pierced lips made contact with the back of your neck, leaving a delicate kiss at the nape before nuzzling into the curvature of where your neck meets your shoulder. 

Within minutes Jungkook’s breathing evened out as sleep overcame his body. Yourself, on the contrary, remained wide awake for hours to come. 

Overthinker. 

That should be your new middle name. 

Having woken up in your boyfriend’s thick, muscular, tattooed arms with his long fingers gently stroking through your tousled strands; you couldn’t detect a second where you didn’t feel his love. 

Jungkook loved you wholly. He loved you profoundly and he loved you unreservedly. His love language was physical touch, therefore his unequivocal love for you was designed to be expressed through acts of affection rather than spoken words. 

You felt his love earlier that morning and you unquestionably felt it now. 

It made you feel ridiculous for ever second guessing his loyalty to you. Who cares if there’s a woman’s name written on his calendar more than once? Yes, it raised concern but you shouldn’t be focusing on anything other than Jungkook and the way he expresses his feelings for you. 

“Let’s get a photo!” Your boyfriend insisted with a blindingly bright grin, his dimples making an acute appearance. 

You giggled at his enthusiasm and reached into your handbag for your Kodak. “Babe, is the view even gonna be noticeable?” You questioned, referring to the breathtaking view of Toronto City that resided below you. 

Jungkook had brought you to the world renowned CN Tower and bargained you into seeing the view from the very top. He promulgated that the locals would dub you a hoser if you didn’t follow through with it, as it was the ‘bare minimum’ for tourists.

Of course you didn’t back down from the challenge. Plus, it was well worth it as the view of the Toronto Islands was truly magnificent. 

“Sure it will.” 

“I don’t know, it’s hard to see behind that big head of yours.” You teased playfully.

His lips quirked upwards into a shrewd smirk. “You love this big head of mine. Especially when it’s between your legs.”

“Kook! We’re in public.” You chastised him. “Go to horny jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”

Jungkook blew out a raspberry-esque chuckle, “oh c’mon Tiny, that hasn’t stopped us before—ouch!” 

You flicked his forehead in retaliation, evoking a disgruntled whine from your boyfriend. 

Somehow, between the banter and the bickering, you both managed to rope a kind middle aged woman into taking a couple of photos of you both with the view in the background. Jungkook had his arm proudly secured around your waist, while your hand rested on his pectoral as you both smiled for your cheap little disposable camera. You couldn’t wait to get those developed once you were back in Boston and indisputably frame the best one of the lot. 

“I was thinking we could have lunch by the waterfront?” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing your ear as you gazed down at the view of the islands one last time. “There’s a really bomb poutine place by the ferry docks.” 

You slowly turned in his embrace and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sounds perfect. I’m excited to try this Canadian delicacy you won’t shut up about.” 

“Oh trust, it’ll change your fucking life baby.” 

Lunch was just as excellent as Jungkook hyped it up to be, much to your dismay. Poutine was utterly delicious. The concoction of fries with gravy and cheese curds was surely crafted by the gods. The bright, triumphant grin your man sported when you admitted he was right could’ve easily taken out an entire village. You let his ego win that round. 

You both caught the ferry to the islands after consuming your respective servings of poutine. The ferry ride from the quay to Center Island approximated fifteen minutes and the journey across the harbor of Lake Ontario was more than pleasant. 

As you descended the ferry, you noticed that Jungkook was fiddling with the pocket of his black bomber jacket once again. He’d been doing that habitually throughout the day. You briefly wondered if there was a loose string of cotton or something that he kept getting distracted by. 

You soon forgot about that when Jungkook took your hand in his, leading you away from the docks and towards Center Island. You could hear the sound of shrieks and laughter coming from the amusement park located on the island. Already this had to be your favorite part of Toronto. 

“So one of the beaches was permitted as clothing optional this year. Wanna check it out?” Jungkook asked with a wolfish grin. 

“Is it also boyfriend optional? Cause that blows.” You couldn’t help yourself. You just had to tease him. 

“I can think of something else you can blow inst—fuck!” 

You bursted out into a fit of cackled laughter as Jungkook walked right into a fire hydrant. Talk about a physical definition and example of cockblock.

Daylight hours passed within the blink of an eye. 

Exploring the Toronto Islands had been a tranquil experience. Hand-in-hand with the love of your life, you wandered around the numerous evergreen parks and sandy beaches talking about anything and everything. 

You were originally going to bring up the name that had been scribbled on Jungkook’s magnetic calendar with dry erase, but you eventually decided against it. What good would it do anyway? You’d come to the realization that you were being silly yesterday and that you’d fallen victim to one of the seven deadly sins: envy. 

Jealousy was nothing but a fucking menace. You didn’t meticulously study and become qualified in psychiatry for nothing—you knew how the green eyed demon could affect one’s mental health and well-being. 

That heinous, viridescent leech had sucked some of the joy from your romantic life last night and you couldn’t allow that to happen again. You had the utmost faith in Jungkook and his commitment to you and this relationship. 

He’d demonstrated said commitment on more than one occasion and unashamedly exhibited his loyalty from the second your eyes fluttered open this morning, up until this very moment:

Dusk had fallen upon the City of Toronto and you were currently situated in Jungkook’s lap (atop his spectacular thighs) with your back nestled against his chest, whilst the two of you shared a funnel cake he’d acquired from the food cart outside the amusement park. 

The sun was setting over the lake and it rendered you speechless. The view was utterly breathtaking and what made everything even more special, was the way children played jovially in the water as families gathered together to behold the sunset with picnic baskets full of food and wine.

It was like something straight out of a Hallmark movie. 

“Tiny?” Jungkook’s familiar timbre broke you out of your peaceful reverie. 

“Mm?”

“I uh… I have something I wanna ask you,” he rumbled, his fingers haphazardly playing with the hem of your sweater, “it’s kinda important.” 

Now that had caught your undivided attention. 

You sat up in his lap, tilting your head so that you could make eye contact with him. Jungkook appeared to be visibly nervous, chewing on his lip ring. 

“What is it babe?” You gently tried to coax it out of him, reaching up to place your hand on his cheek. “You can be honest with me.” Please don’t let it be him breaking up with me…

He swallowed thickly then, causing his Adam’s apple to bobble in his throat. After a few beats, he cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you wanted to stay in the VIP box with the other WAGs tomorrow night?” 

Your heart clenched for a split second, before relief overwhelmed your chest. You hoped that small voice in the back of your mind felt beyond embarrassed to have second guessed him at the last second. 

“Yeah sure. I’m majorly down.” 

Jungkook broke out into his signature bunny smile. “You’re the total shiznit, baby.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully at his idioms (like always). If there was going to be one thing that would reign true throughout your relationship over time, it would be the teasing between both parties. It’s what made you and Jungkook yourselves, after all. 

Sniggering at your reaction, Jungkook encircled his arms around your waist and hauled you into his cosy embrace. His chortling slowly ceased as hugged you close, keeping his lips pressed firmly against your forehead. Despite it having been over two years, you could never quite get used to the tingling sensation of his cold lip ring directly contrasting with the heat of his lips. 

With his hands now perched at your hips, his lips began moving from your forehead to your temples and within seconds, he was peppering sweet kisses all over your face. “Kook!” The delightful gesture invoked a bubble of giggles to erupt from your mouth. And Jungkook? Well he absolutely adored the sound of your joy, so he continued his ministrations until he settled with one impassioned kiss to your lips. 

You sighed dazedly into his mouth, allowing him to suck your bottom lip into his mouth and entangle his tongue with your own. That particular action incited a low, chesty noise from the back of his throat and in turn, caused your clitoris to throb. He tasted addictive. Soft serve ice cream and cinnamon sugar (a dangerously tantalizing combination). No wonder he inadvertently groaned the second he got a sample of your tongue. 

“So sweet,” he husked against your mouth, “so goddamn perfect.” 

“Jungkook.” Your panties were now pooling with your arousal. He’d veritably mastered the art of getting you wet without even overtly trying. A 99.9% success rate in one attempt. 

Jungkook was well aware of what that tone indicated. He didn’t need a sky writer or a billboard to spell it out for him. You were needy—no achy—for him. The way your hips were involuntarily jutting forward was a definite tell-tale. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling the exact same way. 

“I’m right here baby,” he consoled, massaging his hands along the curves of your waist, “mm… wanna get you home.” 

Your thighs clamped together. “Don’t you wanna stay ‘til the sunset is gone? It’s really pretty.” 

“So? You’re prettier and so is your pussy.” 

“Ah-huh! Ulterior motives!” Even though you were taking the mickey out of him, your panties certainly dampened in effect of his vulgarity. It was rather unfair how your boyfriend could have you leaking like a broken faucet at any given time. 

Jungkook smirked mischievously. “You’re the one practically dry humping me in public,” he snickered, bringing both his hands to his cheeks and making a face that briefly resembled Van Gogh’s The Scream, “golly gosh! Think of the children!” 

“I’ll take away your ability to have children if you don’t shut your face.” You threatened, albeit playfully and without a single trace of malice or authenticity. 

His smirk only doubled in size. “Shut my face up with your pretty little cunt then.” 

And so you did. 

Forty minutes later, you were both unclothed in the comfort of his master bedroom, preoccupied with granting his wish. You recalled the first time he brought up riding his face with ease. It has been via text message the day you received that stupendous bouquet of tiger lilies. Time really does fly when you’re having fun, because that occurred almost two weeks ago now. 

Below you, Jungkook was having the time of his life. His eyes were closed shut, eyebrows knitted together furiously as he obscenely lapped at your folds, slurping up your arousal and expertly nudging your sensitive clit with his buttoned nose. 

“Mm J-Jungk-kook,” you stammered, tripping over your words as he ate you out with fervour, “fuck!” Your thighs were slotted against the sides of his head, hands grasping at the headboard so that you wouldn’t completely suffocate him (although you had a sneaking suspicion that he would love that). 

“Don’t be shy baby, fuck my face.” His words were muffled but you could still decipher them loud and clear. His tongue danced along your slit, teasing your tight little hole. Each flick of his tongue had you a whimpering mess. 

Timidly, you rocked your pelvis forward. The sensation that followed suit was mind blowing. For some reason unbeknownst to you, moving your hips against your boyfriend’s chin resulted in his tongue hitting all the right places. Your clit was pulsing in need due to the stimulation. 

Jungkook groaned unabashedly then, the noise rumbling from deep within his chest. You had no doubt that his hardened erection was straining against his boxer briefs, begging to be released from its confines. 

While you continued to slowly grind your hips down onto his skilful tongue, Jungkook took the liberty of grasping the twin globes of your ass and dragged your cunt over his mouth. He kneaded at the soft flesh simultaneously, eliciting a string of breathy moans from your swollen lips. 

“Please!” You beseech him. Your thighs were beginning to tremble now and you recognized that tightening in the pit of your stomach all too well. 

Besides the sound of your desperate whines, yearns and pleas, all that could be heard throughout his bedroom was indecorous slurping, skin slapping skin salaciously and gravelly noises (that could arguably be labeled as growls) from your boyfriend. 

Jungkook was steadfast in his actions—insistent and persistent in getting you off. He wanted you to cream all over his tongue. He needed it more than his next breath. 

“Close?” His voice was so deep it sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. 

You jerked a nod pathetically, mewling in lieu of a verbal response. You were so far gone and in dire need of that orgasm. 

He noticed the way his chest heated with triumph, feeling utterly accomplished by how affected you were. It boosted his ego knowing that he was the only man that could ever leave an intelligent, well-spoken woman like you totally dumbstruck.  

“Wanna.” You almost wailed, your voice practically unrecognizable as it was now breathy, erratic and high-pitched. You were overcome with pleasure, despite not having come yet, “K-Kook!” 

“I know. Come for me, babygirl.” Jungkook demanded softly, flicking his tongue over your clit a few times to drive you over the edge and he had been successful. 

Your orgasm rippled through your body in a series of shudders. Your toes curled, your head fell forward and a few lone tears slipped from the corners of your eyes. One could describe it as an earth shattering climax. You would’ve collapsed on top of Jungkook if he hadn’t held you in place, his hands still groping your behind as he aided you in riding out your high. 

“That’s it Tiny, good girl.” Jungkook praised you ardently, pressing a delicate kiss to your inner thigh and then upheaving you off his face and onto his muscular chest. “Did so good for me. My perfect baby.” 

Panting heavily, you felt your cheeks warm at his affirmations, resorting in covering your face to hide your blush. 

“God you’re so cute,” Jungkook cooed, reaching up to remove your hands from your cheeks as he gazed up at you with enamored eyes. “That was fucking hot as balls, baby. Don’t hide from me, okay?” 

You bubbled out a laugh. “You just ate me out and now you’re talking about balls?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes lightheartedly and smacked his hand against your right ass cheek, prompting you to gasp in astonishment. “Smartass.” 

“Aww babe, you think my ass is smart?” 

Jungkook tongued his cheek and gently pushed you sideways then, causing your back to fall onto the mattress. 

You tee-heed at his reaction. He was way too easy to poke fun of. Teasing Jungkook was something you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life. 

“Oh you think you’re so funny, don’t you Tiny?” He smirked, nibbling on that goddamn piercing of his as he crawled over to you, hovering his body above yours. 

“Yessum.” 

Jungkook shook his head in amusement. He didn’t say anything else, instead he shrugged his boxer briefs down his taut thighs. His cock slapped hard against his toned abdominals, reddened and leaking from the tip. 

His naked body was a sight to behold. 

If a picture was worth a thousand words, then you required an entire photo album to accurately describe Jungkook’s body. You let your eyes drink him in as he discarded his underwear somewhere on the carpet, joining the rest of your clothes no doubt. 

You made grabby hands at him, eager to feel his rigid length on your palms but he shook his head resolutely. 

“Hands and knees.” 

Your mouth dropped open. You were undeniably wet again. 

“Catching flies Tiny?” Jungkook taunted playfully, his doe brown eyes dancing with mischief. “You heard me. On your hands and knees.” 

Moistening your bottom lip (since your mouth had dried out at his request), you clambered up onto your knees and placed your hands at the edge of the bed. 

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the view. “So sexy. How are you mine?” 

“I could say the same for you.” 

He grasped at the swell of your backside once more, kneading and massaging the flesh. “Yeah? You think I’m sexy?” God, you could detect the minor cockiness hidden in his tone. You really loved him and his big head so much. 

“You know you’re sexy.” You whined, wiggling your ass in hopes to get him to do something. Anything. 

Jungkook chuckled before placing a kiss to the center of your spine. “Only for you.” His words were filled with promise and that sparked your heart to begin sledgehammering against your rib cage. 

He never failed to leave you feeling like your heart was going to start beating out of your chest. Over two years had passed and he still managed to romance you effortlessly. It didn’t fucking matter what other people thought or what the tabloids tried to spin—nobody knew what you and Jungkook shared besides yourselves. Nobody understood what you had and that’s what made your love all the more extraordinary. It was just you and him against the world. 

You could feel him behind you but it wasn’t enough. His movements were slow; teasing and tormenting. His fingers were toying with your slit and as much as you wanted them inside you, you ached for something much bigger. Much longer. Much thicker. 

“How’re you liking my smart ass?” 

 “Loving it,” he mused and delivered a short slap to your left ass cheek, “we should fuck in this position more often.” 

“Hm. We gotta actually fuck to do that though.” You couldn’t hide your smirk. You knew that quip was going to set him off and that’s exactly what you wanted. 

“What happened to my good girl?” He questioned through gritted teeth, nudging his cock between your pussy lips and coaxing breathy moans from the both of you. “Tryna piss me off, huh? If you wanted to be fucked dumb then you should’ve just asked.” He grunted, positioning the head at your entrance and then pushed in the tip from behind.

“Kook!” You gasped at the intrusion, your head falling forward as your walls gripped his girth like a vice. This position never left you disappointed. 

Jungkook groaned gravelly. “Shit… you know I’d do anything for you. W-Would give you the moon if I fucking could.” 

You weren’t sure what caused you to blurt out a tearless sob; his words or the way his cock felt inside of you. 

A husky moan erupted from deep within his chest as he bottomed out, his pelvic bone flush against the curvature of your derrière. You could feel him everywhere. Your eyes had rolled back into your skull due to how full you felt. He allowed you a couple of minutes to adjust to his size before he started to buck his hips. 

“Tightest little cunt,” he rasped, “been pounding this pussy for two and a half years and it’s still so tight. Loves stretching around my fucking cock.” 

“Jungkook.” You cried out his name, tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. The angle he was thrusting his cock into you was heavenly. The bulbous tip nudged that spongy spot inside of you each time, leaving you shaking like a leaf. 

His raven haired head fell into the crook of your neck, labored breaths fanning across your balmy skin. “Always so good, baby. Wanna fuck you for the rest of my life.” 

You lamented at his confession. You tried to tell him that you felt the same way but all that tumbled from your lips was a bunch of garbled moans and gasps. Sex with your boyfriend infallibly resulted in you being cock-drunk. 

Jungkook pounded into you from behind with vehemency, his hands at your sides in effort to keep you upright. He could sense that you weren’t going to last much longer, given your incoherent burbles and the way your thighs were quivering against his own. 

“Holy shit, keep squeezing me like that. Fuck, I love how you feel.” 

“I love you,” was all you could muster up as tears escaped the corners of your eyes. The stimulation was becoming way too much. You needed to come so badly—you could tell by the way your stomach clenched and your calves stiffened against the sheets. 

Jungkook’s heart did a somersault at your tiny profession. He wished he could see you so he could kiss the shit out of you. “I love you too baby. So fucking much. Let’s come together, yeah?” 

You opened your mouth to reply, but you couldn’t conjure up words. All that escaped your kiss-bitten lips were imploring mewls. 

Suddenly, Jungkook pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of contact. Before you could wrap your head around what had happened, you were swiftly rolled onto your back and your boyfriend hastily thrusted his cock deep inside of you again. You both cried out in bliss at the feeling, now chest to chest, face to face, eye to eye.

“Needa see your face when you come,” Jungkook admitted whilst chewing on his piercing furiously, utterly determined to have you falling apart on his dick. 

“B-Babe… ungh… please…” you managed to get out through each powerful thrust, your hooded eyes fixated on his chiseled face. You reached out to plant both hands on his biceps, wanting to have an unobstructed view when he climaxes with you. 

His hip movements were irregular now which resulted in sloppy and sporadic thrusts. He was close, you could tell by the way his brows furrowed together. 

No words were exchanged for the next few minutes. Instead, you both reached for one another and crushed your mouths together in a messy collision of teeth and tongues. You kissed fervently until the band in the pit of your stomach snapped for the second time that night. You’re high eventually spurred on Jungkook’s own orgasm. His dick twitched before painting your walls with his hot cum; the two of you crying out each other’s names in a mixture of crass language and debauched moans. 

With half a dozen prods of his cock, Jungkook rode out your orgasm as well as his own until he felt his erection softening. He attached his pierced lips to your bare breasts, gently kissing along your areola while allowing you time to come down from your high. 

“Jungkook?” You ran your fingertips through his jet black hair, pushing the matted strands off his forehead. 

“Mm?” 

“I’m really so proud of you.” 

Jungkook released your breast with a pop and peered up at you with a loving gaze. “For reals?” He flushed and nuzzled into your chest, becoming a little shy himself this time around.

“For reals. You’re owning this season. I know you’re gonna make it to the playoffs again and I’m gonna travel to wherever you are to celebrate with you.” You hoped with all your might that he could hear the sincerity behind your proclamation. 

He lifted his head then, not caring if you saw the dusting of crimson across his cheeks. “That means so much, baby. But don’t worry, one day soon we’ll be in the same place. No more traveling.” 

You cupped his cheek and pressed an adoring kiss to his lips. He returned the favor without hesitation. 

“Hopefully that’ll be the same day you finally eat my ass.” 

You pulled away and flicked his forehead. “Shut your face, Jeon.” 

Jungkook flashed you a wolfish grin. “Family naming me in bed again after two and a half years, Tiny? And yet you think eating my ass is too freak—”

You silenced his tomfoolery with your mouth, sucking on his pierced bottom lip. He certainly got the message loud and clear because he was rolling your naked body on top of him within seconds.

You were awoken the next morning not to the scent of greasy bacon or freshly brewed coffee, nor the sound of Jungkook’s steady breathing or ticking from super dorky Spider-Man analogue alarm clock; but rather suppressed noises from the hallway. 

Squinting your eyes, you rolled onto your back to find the other side of the mattress unoccupied. It was cold and barren, meaning Jungkook had gotten up some time ago. 

While you rubbed sleep from your eyes, you heard the resonance of your boyfriend’s voice coming from behind his bedroom door. It sounded muffled and one-sided, giving you the indication that he was on the phone to somebody. 

“I can’t find the right time to do it, J.” He bemoaned. “I’ve been trying since the day Y/N got here but I keep tanking it.” 

You immediately sat up in bed, gripping the sheets to your chest and staring at the door with blown out eyes. 

“I know I need to do it sooner rather than later… I know you want me to do it too.” Jungkook sighed heavily, no doubt running his hand through his hair like he always did when he was worked up about something. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Who was he talking to? Why was he talking about you to somebody else? Hell, he used your first name and not his preferred nicknames so it must be pretty damn serious. 

“I promise I’ll do it… I should head back before she wakes up. She can’t know about this.” 

Tears welled in your eyes at that sentence and you covered your mouth, trying not to burst into tears. Surely you weren’t overthinking things now? What else could he possibly mean besides ending things with you? Nothing else made sense. 

When his footsteps approached the bedroom, you quickly shuffled back into bed and pretended to be asleep. 

As much as you wanted to confront him about what you just overheard; you couldn’t. Not when he had a game tonight. You would feel so responsible if an argument between the two of you cost the Maple Leafs a win. They were on a winning streak so far and there was absolutely no way you were going to jeopardize that. Yes, you were rightfully upset with Jungkook but you loved him so fiercely that you couldn’t bring yourself to affect his ability to play in any way. You would simply have to wait until after tonight’s game to corner him about that phone call. 

The VIP box sure as hell didn’t make you feel like a very important person. 

The suite stunk of cigarettes, mixed with the scent of J-Lo’s new perfume, on tap beer and fried finger foods. It felt like something straight out of college, except you were surrounded by grown adults with children and mortgages. 

While the seats of the arena were buzzing with fans dressed in their home team’s get up as they waited for the second intermission to finish, you, on the other hand, purposely turned a blind eye to the white powder and the popping of pills that was going on behind you. Just like you had during your college years. 

You weren’t going to be the one to tell others not to indulge in illicit drugs, as it wasn’t your place. However, you did have a serious conversation with Jungkook about a year ago after one of his teammates got rushed to hospital for having digested fatal methamphetamines. He promised that he wouldn’t ever dabble in that shit, especially not after what happened with Ryan. 

He’d admitted to you on countless occasions that other players would try to lure him into trying illegal substances and performance enhancing steroids—but he would always politely decline. Sometimes he would be branded a pansy or stuntin’ hoser, but he never took those labels to heart. 

You knew the real reason Jungkook never did drugs and it wasn’t because he deemed himself better than everyone else. No, it was because his older brother lost his life in a car accident when Jungkook was only fourteen. Jaehwa had been on his way back from his senior year prom (with a full ride to Harvard Law in his back pocket) when he was hit by a doped up driver. He died immediately at the scene. The Jeons lost a son and a brother while the sicko driver got off with a five year prison sentence.

Jungkook swore to himself when he laid his brother to rest that he would never touch the shit. He also promised Jaehwa that he would make him proud, no matter what it takes. 

Yes, college tested his limits but you were so proud of how he overcame that temptation. You could still recall that one frat party where you admitted that you were worried about him getting mixed up in it. The sincerity in his big brown eyes that night gave you all the information you needed to know. 

“Hey Y/N,” a feminine voice snapped you back to reality, “so I want to know, has JK done it yet?”

You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion. “Pardon?” 

Irene, one of the older player’s wives, sipped at her flute of Prosecco and repeated, “has JK done it yet?” 

“I don’t know what you mean—” 

“She means if he’s taken you to St Lawrence Market yet! It’s the tourist attraction in downtown Toronto, you feel me?” Samantha quickly chimed in, flashing you a smile where the light didn’t touch her eyes. 

“Oh definitely. It’s a part of history, a real staple if you ask me.” Irene nodded, bringing her glass back to her lips and practically chugging down the sparkling wine. 

You felt a sharp lump form in your throat. It was painstakingly obvious that they were lying. Through their teeth. It was then that you came to the excruciating realization that Jungkook did want to break up with you. In fact, he was probably banging both Tiffany and this J girl from this morning. And these WAGs knew it, meaning it wasn’t kept secret from the rest of his team. 

You refused to be played for a fool. 

“He hasn’t, but I’ll keep it in mind,” you told them both with a small (and very plastic) smile, “excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” This time you were the one lying through your teeth. 

You stood up and grabbed your purse. The game was about to resume which should allow for cleared exits so you could beeline straight to the taxi pick up spot. 

As you exited through the inner doors of the arena, you furiously blinked back tears as you made your way towards the outer doors. 

You couldn’t believe how stupid you were! All this time you had convinced yourself into believing you were overreacting and overthinking, when in reality everybody knew about Jungkook’s infidelity but you! 

How could he do this to me? Especially after last night? You thought glumly to yourself as you hurried out of Air Canada Center. You no longer wanted to be in Toronto. You wished to go home to Boston and cry into Lisa’s arms. Your roommate would know what to do in a situation like this. 

You hailed a cab and gave the driver the address to Jungkook’s condominium. When he pulled away from the curb, you sunk in the backseat and buried your face into your hands. The last time you’d cried this much was back in your final year of college when your fake relationship with Jungkook had ended. It was bitterly poetic how he was the reason for your tears once again. 

The taxi eventually arrived outside Jungkook’s building around fifteen minutes later. You thanked the driver and placed two twenty dollar Canadian bills in his hand, apprising him to keep the change. 

You wobbled out of the cab (feeling unsteady on your feet because you were unbelievably distraught) and hiccuped when you heard your phone beep. It couldn’t be Jungkook because he was on the ice currently, so you decided to check whom it was from. 

2 messages received from lisa

OMG! jk wuz hella clean! he owned da ice!  it wuz like he had a new found determination or sum! u must b so proud 

You bursted into tears and rushed inside his apartment complex, wanting to get the hell out of Toronto more than ever. 

It was a mission and a half to get his front door unlocked. Your vision was blurred and your hands were shaky, but after a couple of attempts you finally stumbled into his condo and bulldozed towards his bedroom. 

Hiccuping, you yanked open your suitcase and started haphazardly tossing your clothes into it. The reasonable side of your brain knew that you should wait for his game to finish and talk things out, but the emotional side of your brain just wanted to get on the next plane home. After all it was fight or flight. 

You were in the process of propelling your kicks from across the room into your suitcase when you heard the front door open and slam shut. 

“Y/N?! Tiny?!” The sound of a gym bag hitting the floorboards could be heard throughout the condo. 

You weeped at the sound of his voice. 

Jungkook barreled into the master bedroom and immediately gasped when he saw your suitcase open and a Converse high-top shoe in your hand. “Baby? What are you doing?” 

He’d obviously come straight from the game. His hair was a disarray after being secluded to a helmet for an hour and he was wearing his home jersey with a pair of black Nike sweatpants (meaning he didn’t shower after getting off the rink). 

“I’m going home.” You sniffled, unceremoniously dropping the shoe into your bag. 

“What? Why?” He looked dumbfounded. “What did Irene and Samantha say to you?” 

You avoided eye contact and proceeded to pick up your discarded clothes from last night’s activities. “Nothing I don’t already know.” 

Jungkook frowned in puzzlement. “I don’t underst—”

You cut him off abruptly, throwing your hands up in the air while salty tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “I know you’re leaving me for somebody else!” 

Jungkook’s jaw fell open, completely bug-eyed and gobsmacked. “What?! I swear that I’m not—” 

“Just be honest with me!” You cried. 

“I am being honest, baby! I swear that’s the tru—” 

“I heard you this morning! Talking to some girl over the phone!” You sobbed out, fiercely wiping the back of your hand against your teary cheeks. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, was stunned into silence. 

“Who’s J, huh? Is that a nickname for Joy? Jessica? Janice?” 

He didn’t respond to your question, instead he stepped forward and reached for your hands, “I can explain.” Really? The lame ass line from the movies? 

You tried to pull your hands back but he encased them before you could do so, holding them tenderly and beseeching you with those doe brown eyes of his. “Please hear me out. Baby, I promise, I wasn’t on call to anyone.” 

“I heard you talking—”

“You heard me talking to Jaehwa.” 

The silence that fell over the room was so intense, you could’ve sworn you’d be able to hear a pin drop. Your mouth was agape. You blinked a couple of times as his words began to sink in. 

Jungkook gave you a sad smile and rubbed his thumbs over your hands, feeling thankful that you weren’t trying to slither away from him anymore. He sucked in a harsh breath, “I talk to him most mornings when I feel nervous or scared. I’ve been doing it since the morning after his funeral.” 

“I’m so sorry.” You didn’t know what to say. What else could you say in response to that? So instead, you gave his hand a squeeze and that was more than enough for Jungkook. 

“I didn’t want you to hear me this morning because I was worried you’d think I’m some busted freak… a major screw up.” He sighed, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply through his nose before reopening them to gaze at you despondently. “I should’ve told you before… I just…” 

You sniffled and shook your head once. “I never would’ve thought that. Everybody grieves differently. Everybody honors the life of their loved ones differently.” 

“I know baby,” he said softly, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips and placing delicate kisses along your knuckles, “if I hadn’t been so chicken shit I wouldn’t have fucked this all up.” He chuckled awkwardly. 

“You didn’t! It’s all my fault, I—”

Your boyfriend smiled and then tongued his cheek. “If those ladies didn’t open their big mouths and you’d stuck around ‘til after the game, I was going to pick you up from the VIP box—fresh off another win I dedicated wholeheartedly to you—and bring you down to the ice once all the players had gone. Then, I was going to get down on one knee like this,” he paused, sinking to the floor and propping himself on one knee just as he’d stated. 

A loud gasp ripped from the back of your throat. 

Jungkook chewed on his lip ring nervously but continued on. “Because if I know anything, it’s that I have two constants in this life: hockey and you. I wanted nothing more than to be in the place that I love after winning the game I love with the girl I love, when I ask her to marry me.” 

Now you were the one stunned to silence. 

He laughed endearingly at your inability to speak, knowing full well that you were personifying the expression ‘cat got your tongue’. “But when have we ever done anything by the book? You wouldn’t be the Y/N I fell madly in love with if you didn’t make me work for it.” 

You giggled through tears, not realizing that you’d begun crying again. 

He reached into the pocket of his black sweats and retrieved a light turquoise box and suddenly everything clicked. Tiffany & Co. All the pieces of the puzzle had finally aligned. “So Tiny, what do you say?” He asked, his voice wavering on the last syllable as he opened the ring box to reveal what will be your engagement ring. 

You couldn’t let him win that easily. “You haven’t asked me anything yet, doofus.” 

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head at your playful response and then took the ring out of the box. He held it between his inked fingers and gazed up at you as if you’d hung all the stars in the night sky. “Y/N, will you marry me?” 

You weren’t going to tease him this time. 

“Yes! Of course I will.” You nodded vigorously, eyes blinking back tears of joy this time as Jungkook beamed. A smile that was so bright it could stop traffic. 

He stood up to his full height and carefully slid the white gold diamond ring onto your finger, his own eyes misty at the sentiment. You wasted no time in kissing him passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck. He consumed your mouth with his own, pouring all his emotions into that perfervid kiss. 

You’d both gone through a rollercoaster of emotions that day but it was all worthwhile in the end. Why? Because you had each other. 

After you both exchanged mumbled I love you’s, Jungkook reluctantly broke away from your lips and perched his hands on your waist. He was now smirking and had that signature glint in his eye. 

“So… does this mean I get to family name you in bed? Ow!” 

You pinched his nipple for old time’s sake. 

“You’re lucky I have a pain kink, Mrs Jeon.” He grinned cheekily before leaning down and capturing your lips with his once again. 

Yeah, you could get used to the sound of that. 

© tattookoo. all rights reserved 2023.

An enormous and exuberant bouquet of them was the first thing you saw when you walked into the clinic earlier that morning. 

The assembly of vivid oranges, deep fuchsias, stark whites and brilliant yellows snatched your breath from the back of your throat. The flowers were spectacular and you couldn’t help but think of him. 

Tiger lilies were his birth flower after all. 

“Good morning Mia,” you greeted the blonde behind the reception desk, giving her an agreeable smile, “did someone deliver flowers for you?”

Your coworker snickered and shook her head, “someone delivered flowers for you.” She emphasized, gesturing to the dainty note that was nestled in the grand bouquet.

“Me?” You echoed, eyebrows shooting upwards as you looked over at the note. It wasn’t handwritten, no, instead a piece of simple beige cardstock, with words printed onto it in black ink. Although it was rather impersonal in presentation, you could recognize the mannerisms used in the text from anywhere.  

Mia leant her chin onto her hands while she watched realization spark in your eyes, your hands reaching for the note and plucking it from where it was positioned.

“Thinking of you majorly. I hope these make you think of me too. Counting down the days ‘til I see you again. I love you Tiny,” you read aloud while a dusting of carmine appeared on your cheeks, “he’s so cute sometimes.” 

“Sometimes?” Mia squawked, shaking her head reproachfully, “hun I think you mean all the time. Your boyfriend is a total heartthrob and phat as hell.” 

You smiled dreamily, glancing down at the note and then carefully (very gently) placed it back in its delegated spot. “You know, you sound like every girl on the east coast right now.” 

You meant it as a joke, totally lighthearted but you also weren’t wrong. 

Women of all ages shamelessly drooled over Jungkook and have been since his first season. Though you could argue that girls have been ogling him since middle school, the shift most certainly inaugurated the day he graced the ice professionally, with him adorning that infamous blue and white jersey. 

“Are you gonna open up a can of whoop ass on me?” Mia chortled with a blinding grin, shielding her face in a joking manner. 

You playfully shook your head, “no. That means I would have to smack down half of this country and Canada as well,” you snorted, lifting up the bouquet of flowers with intention of taking them to your office, “I know Kook is gorgeous. I’m not one of those wacko girlfriends that hates when people compliment my boyfriend.” 

“See, I wish I was as level headed as you. I would go batshit crazy on anyone who fawns over my partner.” 

Your lips curved upwards into a smile, “I’m not a trained psychiatrist for no reason. Need to have my head somewhat screwed on for that line of work.” 

Mia nodded in agreement and eagerly followed you down the hallway to your allocated office. 

Yes, your office. Not shared with anyone else—completely yours and yours alone. 

It was still baffling to you how far you’d progressed since graduation, and in such a short amount of time. The move to Boston hadn’t been as perverse as you’d anticipated. Sure, you found yourself homesick a couple of times within the first few weeks but soon enough you were settling in and finding your feet amidst the internship. 

Just before Labor Day (during the first six months of your internship), you were offered the incredible opportunity to conclude your internship prematurely and move into a permanent junior position. Naturally, you accepted it. 

That weekend was beyond memorable for you, as you’d not only landed your dream job but Jungkook had flown in from Toronto to celebrate with you. He stayed an entire long weekend and frankly, you barely left your apartment. He practically made it his mission to show you just how proud of you he was and he sure as hell completed that mission with flying colors. 

Understandably, it had been hard to say goodbye again after those glorious three days. But before you knew it, the two of you had developed a steady rhythm for the long distance relationship. 

And that’s why you were still going strong two years later (technically two and a half, since Jungkook loved to count the day you wore his varsity jersey as being the day you both started dating and you don’t ever debate him on that). 

“So why tiger lilies? I thought your favorite kind of flowers were peonies.” 

You placed the bouquet into the vase you kept near the windowsill, “peonies are my favorite. Tiger lily is Jungkook’s birth flower.” You kindly informed the receptionist who had quickly become one of your closest friends. 

“That makes the note ten times cuter!” Mia gushed, clapping her hands together with glimmering eyes. 

“Did you read my note?” You tried to hide your smile by sucking in your lips and raising an eyebrow. 

Mia’s shoulders immediately upthrusted towards her jawline, cheeks turning a shade of rose. “Busted… I’m sorry, I was curious!” 

“I’m just messing with you Mia, I don’t mind if you read it.” You tittered while pouring some good old Boston tap water from your water bottle into the vase.

The blonde visibly relaxed then, the tension leaving her body. “Oh wicked sweet. Wendy always bites my head off when I read her delivery notes.” She grimaced, clearly remembering a time that wasn’t too pleasant.

You went to reassure her that you weren’t that uptight, when the woman in question walked into your office unannounced. 

Speak of the devil. 

“Flowers, Y/N?” Wendy drawled, bringing her lit cigarette to her pursed lips and taking a drag. 

You absolutely despised that she smoked indoors but she unfortunately got away with a lot of things given her long-standing position with the clinic. Her nasty habit of smoking was one of the key reasons you kept Febreze in your office, as well as a fire blanket and stain remover. 

Forcing a polite smile, you nodded once, “yes. They’re from Jungkook.” You didn’t owe her any kind of explanation, but your entire body warmed with adoration any time you spoke of your boyfriend. And you simply loved that feeling. 

Wendy puffed out smoke, almost blowing it in Mia’s face whilst she glanced at the magnificent bouquet. With a click of her tongue, Wendy flicked her cigarette ash into your trash can. “Hm, a big bunch like that… either he cheated or he forgot an important date like an anniversary or birthday.”

You stiffened in response to her comment, bristling at the negative connotations. “Jungkook has a better memory than I do. Not that it’s any of your business, Wendy, but he sent me flowers because he was thinking of me.” You squared your shoulders, instinctively becoming defensive over the love of your life. 

“He’s supes sweet!” Mia raved.

You were thankful that Mia came to your aid, because you weren’t fond of the way Wendy kissed her teeth. She was a miserable woman that loved to bring down others in order to make herself feel good. You detested the fact you had to be nice to her every single day but you dealt with it for the sake of your career. 

“I see,” Wendy mused, blowing out the last few rings of smoke before ditching her cigarette butt in the trash. God, the sight almost made your eye twitch. “Perhaps he was thinking of you because he betrayed you. You know how those sports players can be, they don’t value loyalty unless it comes in the form of a uniform.”

You bristled. Her utterance prickled at your skin, making your stomach churn. The very idea of Jungkook being unfaithful to you was absurd but not entirely impossible. He resided in another country, for crying out loud. Toronto was six hundred and five miles from Boston. A ten hour drive or a two hour flight. Sure, the distance could be far worse but there was still an entire international border between you both. If he was to cheat, you wouldn’t have a clue. 

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Mia confronted Wendy on her cynicism, lips curled up in disgust. 

You, on the other hand, reached for the note stashed in the floral arrangement and held the piece of cardboard to your chest. Your boyfriend organized for a bouquet to be sent to you because he simply missed you. He wanted you to be thinking of him because you were on his mind. There was nothing backhanded about his gesture. Jungkook wasn’t like other athletes. He was in hockey for the game—for his passion—not for fame, fortune and fans. You knew this to rein true. 

“Isn’t he some hot-shot hockey player?” Wendy cackled humourlessly, resembling that on a cold hearted witch. Although really, you should replace the W with a B. “From what I’ve seen, he has girls fawning over him all the time. Men are brainless idiots that only think with their dicks. They fall into temptation too easily. Wouldn’t shock me if he’s already fucked a dozen Canadian hoochies.” 

Nasty ass bitch. “I appreciate your concern,” you mustered up the fakest, most saccharinely sweet smile, “but I know my boyfriend. I’ve been friends with him almost my whole life. He wouldn’t ever do such a thing. We are happy and we are solid.” Your voice was unwaveringly strong and composed, whilst you kept your head held high. There was no weakness displayed, therefore you knew that Wendy would ultimately fail in any attempt to tear you down further. 

“You know Wendy, if I ever get divorced in the future, I hope I’m not as callous as you.” Mia shrugged, giving you a knowing smile before exiting your office to return to the front desk. 

Wendy stalked out without another word. She didn’t even spare you a parting glance and for that you were thankful. Her negativity was stifling and this wasn’t the kind of atmosphere you wished for the first thing in the morning. 

Taking a seat in your office chair, you lifted the note from your chest and smiled endearingly at the beige cardstock. There was no chance in hell Jungkook did this out of guilt. He wasn’t wired that way. He unashamedly wore his heart on his sleeve and had since the day you first met him at the tender age of eight. Even when you were pretending to be his girlfriend during your last year of college, he could barely keep up with the charade. He lasted all but two weeks before it was real to him. He wasn’t a good liar and he wasn’t manipulative. Wendy was wrong on so many levels and you weren’t going to let her poison your thoughts. 

Retrieving your Nokia 3310 from your Guess denim bag, you immediately sifted through your address book until you found Jungkook’s contact. You decided to send him a text message. Not only to thank him, but to ease any sort of anxiety Wendy may have pinpricked. 

you

thx 4 the flowers <3 they r so pretty 

Once the message had been sent, you proceeded with setting up your desk for the day. You first client wasn’t until eleven, so you had two hours to respond to emails, reorganize your schedule for the next week in order to see as many clients as possible before your trip and call back anyone who left a voice message on your answering machine last night. 

You turned on the computer base and waited for it to beep to life. Once the little light flashed green, you pressed the power button on the monitor. Your desktop computer always took a couple of minutes to start up every morning—so you instantly perked up when your cellphone sounded, indicating that you had a new SMS. 

2 messages received from kook

anything 4 u <3  miss u supes :( can i hit u up 2nite? 

you

miss u 2 <3 yes u can call me l8r 

Glancing at the analogue clock that hung above the doorframe, you smiled to yourself. It was just past nine, meaning your boyfriend had finished his morning practice. His routine was relatively the same all year round, but he kept a strict schedule during the hockey season. It was currently the beginning of November, meaning the season had just begun last month. 

You both had tried to get you to visit Toronto during the summer, but your work schedule simply didn’t align with his pre-season training schedule. Hence why you’d arranged to visit him during the fall. It was just unfortunate that your impending trip would coincide with two of his games. 

But that was just the reality of dating a professional hockey player. 

You were in the middle of logging into Windows when your cellphone resounded once again. 

1 message received from kook 

sweet :) dats gr8. in my sched 4 9pm ok? 

you 

look at u & ur fancy blackberry LOL

1 message received from kook

r u jealous :P baby i told u i would buy u 1 

you

i dont need 1 my nokia is fine 

1 message received from kook

but i wanna spoil my gurl :D

Your heart jackhammered in your chest, like it always did whenever Jungkook was indisputably romantic. Your entire mind, body and soul yearned for him. The distance was certainly eating away at you this time and it only became ten times more difficult when he does things like that. 

you

kook u do spoil me. its ok. i luv u 4 u & not ur money 

1 message received from kook 

wish u were here so u could sit on my face

Thank god you were alone in your office, because you could feel your cheeks burning profusely. 

you 

babe im at work! can u not 

1 message received from kook 

wot i miss u! i miss ur voice ur smile ur laugh ur tits ur badonkadonk 

you

shut ur face ur so horny 

1 message received from kook 

cum do it with ur pussy :P

You rolled your eyes at his text message, albeit smiling like a goddamn buffoon. He’s ridiculous! 

you

i will delete ur digits 

1 message received from kook 

ur so hot when ur mad :D i hav a boner plz cum fix it 

you

puck u ur so annoying 

1 message received from kook 

ur so funny :P hockey jokes LOL i hav da best gf eva. i luv u

Your heart skipped a beat. No matter how goofy your boyfriend was; he never joked around with his feelings. Since the day you both graduated back in Rhode Island, the two of you never went a day without saying those three little words. Jungkook meant them with every piece of his heart and that’s why you were swooning in your office at half past nine in the morning. 

you

i hate when u do that

1 message received from kook 

no u luv it :D & me 

you

yes i do :) i miss teasing u :( 3 months is 2 long :( 

1 message received from kook 

i know tiny :( but 10 days til u r here <3

A knock could be heard from your doorframe. You looked up to see your boss, holding a Filofax and a cardboard cup holder with two steaming hot takeaway coffees. 

“Michelle, come on in.” You welcomed her warmly and gestured to the unoccupied seat adjacent to your desk. You quickly typed out a text message, so you wouldn’t leave your boyfriend hanging. 

you

i cant wait. ttyl luv u <3

1 message received from kook 

luv u 4eva <3

His text left you beaming brilliantly. God, I love him. 

“Morning Y/N. Now was it just me or was Wendy a frigid bitch this morning?” 

The miasma of marijuana pervaded your bedroom as Lisa smoked a joint while lounging on your polka dot bean bag. 

You were in the process of packing for your upcoming trip to Toronto and enlisted your roommate for help, but unsurprisingly, she hadn’t really done anything except for lighting up and indulging in the devil’s grass. 

Lisa was an eccentric person and reminded you a little of Rose—your roommate from college who was now living in Philadelphia—but they also had slightly contrasting personalities. Rose preferred to stay in her room and do her own thing until invited out, whereas Lisa didn’t know the textbook definition of personal space. She loved being involved at all times. She thrived off being the center of attention too. Both of them were good roommates though as they stopped you from overworking and falling into a stressful heap. 

“Are you nervous?” Your pixie haired roommate questioned, blowing out smoke and peering over at you with hooded, dazed and partially reddened eyes. 

You furrowed your brows. “Why would I be nervous?” 

Lisa hummed lazily, “hasn’t it been over three months? Hun, that’s like a whole season. A lot can change in that time.” 

A lot can change? 

You pondered her statement, having paused folding a pair of bootleg jeans. Although you were well aware that it’d been over three months since you last saw Jungkook in person, the sheer extent of the time passed hadn’t occurred to you. 

Who knows when you would see him after this visit. Most likely Christmas, since he will probably have a game on Thanksgiving. Last year you were able to see each other more often because you had less patients. But now with your growing client base, things are becoming a little more recalcitrant. You were able to overcome that though, so surely it wouldn’t get any worse… right? 

Fragments of doubt swum around in the forefront of your mind for a moment, leaving you chewing on your bottom lip. Thankfully Lisa was preoccupied with discarding her joint, so she didn’t see your physical reaction. 

“We’ll be fine,” you spoke, flashing your roommate an inspiriting smile (although it was to reassure yourself rather than her), “I’m sweet, chillin’. Excited for this trip.” 

Lisa smiled lopsidedly. “Baller. Make sure you take a bunch of piccies. I’ve never been to Canada.” 

“I will.” You promised her, crossing your heart and then placing the folded pair of denim you’d been holding onto for the last couple of minutes into your suitcase. 

You certainly intended on capturing as much of Toronto as you could. Despite Jungkook moving to the biggest Canadian city around the same time you moved to Boston, you hadn’t been able to make the trip there yet. Whenever you saw your boyfriend, he was the one coming to you. To be fair, out of the both of you, he was the one that could afford to drop wads of cash on airfares without batting an eyelid. He offered to pay your way countless times, but your fierce independence shone through when you bargained that if you were to come to him, you would save for the trip to Toronto and use your PTO for it. Jungkook undoubtedly understood the importance behind it, so he didn’t have any kind of rebuttal. Instead, he selected a week that would work best for him and then a plan was set into motion. 

“Are you gonna pack lingerie?” 

Cocking an eyebrow, you turned your gaze to your roommate who was no longer occupying your beanbag, but rather rummaging through your drawers instead. “Lisa!” 

She blatantly ignored your exclamation, proceeding to dig through your undergarments until she located one of your newest sets. 

“You gotta wear this!” She declared, turning on her heel to show you the sheer black colored lingerie, “I know it’ll make your coochie look fire, like for shizzle.” 

You pursed your lips, mildly unconvinced. “Did you miss the point last night where I said that Jungkook has two home games this coming week? I can’t be a distraction.” 

The last thing you ever wanted to do was to hinder your boyfriend’s focus. Especially given the stellar record his team has maintained so far in the season. The Leafs could very well make their way into the playoffs this year and you know for a fact that Jungkook needed to be at the top of his game to help his teammates achieve that goal. 

“Distraction?” Lisa snorted, tossing the set of undergarments onto your bed before turning her attention back to your designated underwear drawer. “Don’t be a total bonehead! Wait actually, do be one. Bone his brains out. It’s been three months, babe.” Your roommate smirked, dangling a blush pink babydoll from her fingertips. 

You folded your arms over your chest, shooting her a look. “Lis, you know what I mean. I don’t wanna pack with the intention of screwing my boyfriend. Jungkook and I never plan sex, it just happens.” 

“Okay I feel you,” she closed the drawer, albeit placing the set onto your dark gray comforter alongside the black pair, “but there’s really no harm in packing them just in case. Who knows? I bet he’d be happier than a pig in shit if you wore one of those.” Lisa wiggled her eyebrows knowingly and hummed to herself in triumph when you reached for the lingerie and packed in the two sets with your underwear. “You’ll totes thank me later.” 

“Whatevs,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “now since you’re actually helping me, can you do me a solid and pick out some cute fall outfits? I don’t wanna look major busted in Toronto.” 

Lisa skipped over to your closet and immediately started sifting through your clothes. “Bitch, I’d never let you look fugly.” 

You knew that statement to be a fact. Lisa had wicked sweet taste and would rather choke on a cactus than leave the house looking sloppy. She prided herself on her appearance and since living with her, she’d been quite the positive influence on your approach to fashion and personal style. She was truly your number one hype woman and never failed to make you feel good in your own skin. 

The two of you then spent the next half an hour deliberating, discussing and debating the perfect outfits for your trip. Eventually, you’d come to a unanimous decision and you were more than satisfied with the selection. 

“Have fun, okay?” Lisa pulled you in for a warm hug, once you’d packed in your disposable Kodak camera as promised, “don’t listen to the rumors. I know they’ve been eating away at you lately.” She can really read me like a book!

How could they not though? 

Every single day you were hearing more passing comments about the NHL and how hockey players loved to get all kinds of blitzed, laid and jacked up. It never really fazed you until you overheard someone on the subway a week ago, talking about the Leafs and how seventy percent of the team was made up of young men under thirty and were partying it up after every game. 

Jungkook was twenty five—bang smack in the middle of that age bracket. 

It pained you to think about him getting sloshed after a game, since your boyfriend was a cheery and cuddly drunk. He was affectionately called a ‘hangnail’ by Taehyung back in college, claiming that Jungkook was the clingiest when shitfaced. So with that being said, the possibility of puck bunnies swooping in at an after game party and trying to make moves on your boyfriend was more than probable. 

Yes, you trusted Jungkook more than anyone on this planet but you couldn’t help but worry. Who knows what kind of influence his teammates have on him? Who knows what kind of pressure he may be under by the sports media? Who knows what really goes on when you’re not talking over the phone? 

“Y/N,” the soft sound of your roommate’s voice snapped you back to reality, “are you okay? You went like dead silent.” 

You blinked rapidly. “Yeah, um, sorry. Just got lost in thought.” You forced an apologetic smile, trying not to linger on your introspection and how bewildered you felt coming out of it. 

Lips etched into a tiny frown, Lisa reached out and took your hands into her own. She gave them a reassuring squeeze, one that clearly expressed her support and comforted you within milliseconds.

“Thanks,” you exhaled, offering her a collected half-smile, “I’m okay. We’re okay.” 

“I know.” Lisa squeezed your hands once more. “JK loves you so much, hun. He looks at you like you hung every single star in the sky, invented ice hockey and stuffed crust pizza all in one.” 

Her words evoked a giggle out of you. 

“He wouldn’t ever cheat on you. And if he did fuck around behind your back, I will go nutso on that punk bitch and yank off his favorite appendage.” 

You laughed aloud this time, feeling ten times better than before. The build up of concerns had surely left your body (as your shoulders felt two hundred pounds lighter) and your stomach didn’t feel like it was churning itself anymore. 

“You’re the best Lis.” You released her hands to give her a hug in order to extend your gratitude. 

She hugged you back without hesitation. “Gotta keep it real,” she mused, pulling away and then gesturing to beneath your bed, “be sure to pack a vibrator! I expect you to return to Boston majorly fucked out or I’ll be disappointed in your boy’s game.” 

You puffed out a raspberry and shook your head. “That’s enough outta you. I think it’s time you lockdown a booty call.” You cracked a grin, playfully shooing her towards the door of the bedroom. 

“All my hookups are limp-dicked and boring! Let me know if JK has any hot teammates!” 

Lisa sauntered out of your room then, giving you a playful wiggle of the eyebrows before closing your bedroom door and leaving you alone to finalize your packing status. 

You were about to start compiling your toiletries when your Nokia beeped, alerting you of a new text message. 

And what you read then, saw all your previous anxieties and doubts evaporating into nothingness. 

1 message received from kook

2 days tiny <3 48 hrs til icu 

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you tried your hardest not to appear frazzled (and frankly feel it too) over the length of the customs line at Toronto Pearson International Airport. 

You really didn’t want a border officer to become suspicious of you, especially given the fact your boyfriend was undoubtedly waiting for you at arrivals. You couldn’t afford to waste valuable time answering immigration questions when you could be spending it with Jungkook instead. 

“Yo that pilot owned when he asked who was traveling to Toronto for the Leafs games!” The man in front of you enthused, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet as the two women he was with nodded eagerly in agreement. 

“He should’ve asked which player is the best.” The shorter of the two women giggled. 

Truthfully, you knew better than to be eavesdropping but the conversation had piqued your interest now. You wondered what kind of juice you could uncover regarding Jungkook’s teammates. And knowing your boyfriend, he would want to know everything so he could tease them with it. 

“Matthew Snyder for shizzle.” The male said emphatically; leaving no room for argument. 

The taller woman laughed, “the captain? Don’t cha think that’s a bit basic?” 

“The man is a fucking legend!” The man argued defensively. “He had some of the best assists last season.” 

You mentally took note of that statistic. From what you’d learned listening to your boyfriend ramble about his hockey team for the past two years, Jungkook looked up to his captain tremendously. You were sure that he would keenly pass that information onto Snyder in a heartbeat. Not in an effort to suck up, but to praise his captain because in his eyes the man deserved it and also because Jungkook had the most golden heart and loved to make others feel appreciated. 

“He’s like almost forty, “the shorter woman snorted, shaking her head in disapproval, “the best is easily Jungkook Jeon.” 

You almost choked on air. My Jungkook?

“Oh for reals!” The taller woman giggled, reaching up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. Seriously?

“Just because he’s young and aight looking doesn’t make him the best player on the team.” The man bit out gruffly, folding his arms firmly across his chest. Hold on… does Kook have haters? 

“Get real, of course it does! Yahoo says that he’s like the best center forward the team has seen in almost a decade. Plus he’s buff as hell. Have you seen his arms?” 

“And his tattoos! Totally yummy!” 

“And his lips? Hot damn, he could easily be an actor or a Calvin Klein model.” 

You hadn’t realized you bit down on your cheek so hard, so much so, you could now taste blood. Your entire body was on fire. Your stomach had tightened, your skin was burning, your knuckles were now white from how hard you were clutching the handle of your suitcase. Jealousy coursed through your veins and It was certainly a nasty feeling. You didn’t want to become a green monster on this trip. 

“Whatever. He’s pretty dope but Snyder is still the shiznit—oh hey we’re up.” 

Never had you been so relieved to watch people leave your line of sight. You hoped with all your might that they wouldn’t notice Jungkook when they exit the airport later. Because if they recognized him? All hell would break loose for sure. You didn’t need that on top of overhearing girls fawn over your man (as it’s not exactly the best start to your trip). 

Once you cleared customs, you breezed through baggage claim within five minutes and finally made it to arrivals. Giddiness flooded through your body as you glanced around the terminal with eager eyes. But that upbeat feeling soon deflated when you realized you couldn’t locate his all too familiar figure. 

Retrieving your cellphone from your carry on, you immediately dialed his number. Putting the phone to your ear, you waited as it began to ring on the receiving end. 

“Hello?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. He was nearby. You were both finally in the same place. Your entire mind, body and soul really missed him so much and it was starting to hit you just how long the two of you had been away from each other. 

“Kook, babe, I’m here. Where—”

“Gotcha! It’s my voicemail. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” 

You sucked in your lips and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling discouraged that he hadn’t picked up, “hey babe it’s me. I’m at arrivals and can’t see you? Are you at a different spot in the airport? Please call me back. Love you.” Hanging up the phone, you caught a glimpse of the three people in front of you at customs earlier. You smiled to yourself, feeling satisfied that Jungkook wasn’t here to endure that madness. Maybe a little bitchy of you to admit that, but you didn’t really care. 

After another ten minutes of waiting around, you were beginning to grow antsy. You had sent him a text during that time, asking where he was and that you were still waiting for him at arrivals. 

To your disappointment, the text went unanswered. 

Did he forget? A tiny frown was now formed on your face, taking one last look around the arrivals. You’d both agreed to meet here at the time your plane was scheduled to land. And considering the twenty five minutes it took you to make your way through customs, there was really no excuse for him not to be here. 

With a heavy, disheartened sigh, you dragged your suitcase alongside you as you wandered towards the taxi rank. It hadn’t been on your bingo card for the trip to catch a cab from the airport but what else could you do? You were in a foreign city. Alone. There weren’t any other alternatives. 

Just as you trudged towards the exit, you heard the sound of your name coming from the left side of the terminal. 

Turning your head, you spot your boyfriend instantaneously. He’s rushing through the terminal, wearing a pair of straight wide leg denim, a black Tommy Hilfiger tee, a loose flannel and a pair of Chucks. His obsidian colored hair is messily swept off his face and parted in the middle.

He looked irresistible. 

As much as you want to be upset with him for not answering your call or texts, you simply can’t be. Instead, you’re overwhelmed with love for him. It’s what makes you gently place your arms on his biceps the second he stands in front of you, slightly panting with widened (and undeniably apologetic) doe brown eyes. 

“Shit baby, I’m so sorry I got held up at train—hmph!” You silenced him with your mouth, pushing your lips keenly against his own. You immediately sigh in the kiss, your body melting at the taste of him and the familiarity. 

Jungkook wasted no time in kissing you back, his adoring smile evident through the kiss as he brought his large hands to your hips and lifted you up effortlessly. A squeal ripped from your throat as he spun you around, giving you the main character energy that you’d only ever seen in movies. 

“Kook! Oh my god, you’ll draw a crowd!” You giggled, tapping his shoulder in lieu of verbally telling him to put you down. 

Chuckling with a broadened grin, Jungkook steadied you back on your own two feet and moved his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks ever so gently. “I missed you so fucking much, Tiny.” he confessed, doe eyes big and bright with nothing but unwavering love for you. 

You gazed up at him the same way, your eyes softened and glimmering with pure, unadulterated adoration. “I missed you more.” 

His nose scrunched up in the way that resembled a baby rabbit when he processed your words, his smile only becoming more radiant. 

Jungkook leaned down and placed a tender kiss to your lips once again, delicately stroking the skin of your cheek with his calloused thumb, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Four little words that you could say proudly—without hesitation—every single time. 

The two of you shared a few more sweet kisses before your boyfriend reluctantly pulled away, reaching for the handle of the suitcase you’d abandoned approximately five minutes ago when he swept you up in his embrace. 

“C’mon baby, let’s roll out.” Jungkook chimed, wheeling your luggage behind him and holding out his inked right hand for your left. You hastened in clasping your hands together and intertwining your fingers, absolutely relishing in the way your hand felt in his. 

He led you out of the arrivals terminal and towards the parking lot. “I drove,” he informed you with a light hum, “there’s no way in hell I’m letting my girl on the TTC.” 

You giggled in amusement because clearly this city had their own form of unreliable public transit, just like the MBTA back home. You couldn’t deny that you found Jungkook’s abhorrence for Toronto’s transit rather entertaining. 

Before you could cross the intersection to the parking lot, the pair of you were stopped by two timid teenagers (or so they looked like to you). 

“Hi-sorry-are-you-Toronto-Maple-Leafs-Center-Forward-Number-7-Jungkook-Jeon?” The blonde boy with spiky hair burbled, nervously rubbing his bicep as he peered up at your boyfriend. The girl next to him looked starstruck, her lips parted into a distinct zero shape and eyes blown out wide. 

Jungkook flashed them his signature smile, “sure am. You guys want a quick autograph?” 

The teenaged duo who couldn’t be older than sixteen gaped at him in salubrious shock, nodding their heads jerkingly and fumbling with their backpacks for a notepad and pen. 

“Thank you Mr Jeon, sir!” The boy rambled nervously, thrusting a high school notebook into your boyfriend’s hands with a blue ballpoint pen. 

“I’m not old enough for that yet, dude. You can call me JK,” he advised the teenagers with a knowing grin, biting on his piercing to keep in his laughter as the pair almost fainted at his offer. 

“Wow! We can call him JK!” The brunette girl beside the boy practically shrieked, her eyes glimmering with undiluted joy. “This is the best day of my life.” 

You smiled warmly down at the two teens before turning your attention to Jungkook, who had taken the liberty of drawing a hockey stick (alongside his infamous signature) and scribbled beside it: Never forget to chase your dreams — JK. 

He returned the book and pen back to the pair, watching as they both gushed over the autograph belonging to their favorite hockey player. 

“Thanks supes times a gazillion JK!” 

Jungkook bowed his head with a kind smile before the teenagers ran off in excitement, reaching for their cellphones and proclaiming that they needed to call their friends. 

“Everybody in this city is in love with you.” You mused, reaching for his hand once again and giving it a gentle squeeze. First the girls on the plane salivating over him, now those two kids flossin’ his autograph. Your boyfriend was so well known that you could argue he was a celebrity. 

He chortled, doe brown eyes glistening. “The only person I care about being in love with me is you.” 

He sure as hell earned a kiss for that heart melting comment. 

A couple of minutes later you found yourself standing in front of Jungkook’s new car and practically wheezing. 

“What’s so funny?” He grumbled, keying the trunk open and propping in your suitcase. 

You inhaled through your nose and tried not to burst out laughing again, placing your hands on your hips for support. “Jungkook. This is the car from The Fast and The Furious.” 

He grinned boyishly. “Yeah I know! How fucking sick, right?” 

You sucked in your lips and forced a nod. You wanted to cackle again so badly. Honestly, it shouldn’t even be that much of a shock to you. Ever since your boyfriend had watched the street-racing action movie in the theaters last year, he had become somewhat obsessed. So of course he purchased a Subaru Impreza. 

“You know people are gonna think you’re overcompensating.” You teased him playfully as he closed the trunk, burbling out a giggle when he tossed you the middle finger. 

“Stop drillin’ me, baby. Or I’ll have to show you just how fast and furious I can be.” He smirked, reaching over to open the passenger side door like a true gentleman (despite how raunchy his double entendre was). 

“Shut your mouth and get in the car, Toretto.” 

“Fuck!” Jungkook choked out a guttural groan, raven haired head knocked back against the headrest of his leather sofa. “How’re you so fucking good at this?” 

The praise blossoms in your chest while you continue to bob your head, taking as much of his thickness in your mouth as physically possible. Jungkook had an impressive girth and no matter how many times you sucked his cock, you still couldn’t get used to taking his size all the way. 

You then expertly swirled your tongue around his mushroom tip, focusing on the ridges where his head meets his shaft and also teasing his slit, which was oozing with dollops of pre-cum. He tasted salty on your tongue and frankly it’s a bitterness that you’ve come to enjoy after the past two years. 

Labored breaths start filling his living room, with Jungkook’s tattooed right hand delving into your hair and grasping at the strands to (gently) hold you in place. 

“Baby—ungh—fuck,” he rasped. His pelvis bucked up involuntarily, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gagged briefly, not having anticipated the intrusion. “Shit sorry… sorry baby.” He almost whimpered, beads of sweat appearing at his hairline as you regained composure and continued to slurp on his throbbing dick as if it were a popsicle. 

You didn’t understand women who didn’t like giving their partners head. You thrived on Jungkook’s praises, moans, grunts and whimpers. You loved that you could make him feel like he was floating on cloud nine while being the king of the world simultaneously. Pleasuring your boyfriend was just as satisfying as receiving pleasure yourself. 

So with that being said, you never shied away from getting his cock in your mouth whenever he visited. 

“Mm,” you gargled around his length, using your left hand to fist the part of his dick that you couldn’t get down your throat. With your right hand, you dipped beneath his erection and fondled his testicles, knowing it drove him absolutely crazy when you touched him so intimately. 

“Hngh! T-Tiny… wanna come,” he practically whined, his brows knitting together while his thighs tensed. You knew he was close as his balls were drawing upwards in your palm, “wanna come on y-your tits.” He shamelessly begged while his hardened cock throbbed on your tongue. 

You moaned around his dick at his filthy words, releasing him with a lewd pop and immediately wrapping both hands around his moistened erection. His dick pulsated; hot and heavy in your grasp. 

“You’re so hard, babe.” You lifted your gaze, wanting to bear witness to the way his body responded to you jerking him off. You kept your rhythm even, briskly moving your fist all the way up and down his cock. 

Jungkook’s jaw slackened at your ministrations, his chest heaving up and down as his orgasm drew closer. A slew of strangled moans and throaty pleas of your name were thrown in with a bunch of vulgarity. The way he was losing control made you feel triumphant, as all your desire to do was bringing him immense satisfaction. 

He looked effortlessly handsome in that moment: his hair matted to his forehead by sweat, his new eyebrow piercing peeking from beneath his onyx strands, his lips kiss bitten and swollen and his doe brown eyes hooded and dazed. You couldn’t believe how this remarkable man was yours and only yours. 

The second his dick twitched in your palm, you knew he was on the verge of climaxing. “Let go Kook,” you murmured, squeezing just below the head of his cock in hope to spark his orgasm. 

It was certainly the final push he needed, because before you knew it, his orgasm washed over him and ropes of hot white cum were spurting from the bulbous tip and landing directly on your chest. 

The wine red camisole you were wearing was now irreplaceably ruined. 

You continued to pump him slowly, aiding in riding out his high as he focused on steadying his breathing. He mustered up a lazy grin, leering at you with half-lidded eyes. Nothing could ever compare to watching Jungkook fall apart during sex. Knowing you were the one to make him feel that good? Oh it boosted your confidence tenfold. 

Once his cock softened in your hand, you let go of him and leaned up to press a kiss to his awaiting lips. He kissed you back instantly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and not being fazed in the slightest in that he could taste some of his own pre-cum. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard so quickly before.” Jungkook puffed out through a lopsided smile, reaching up to run a hand through his dampened strands.

You grinned cheekily. “Well after all, you did say you’d show me how fast and furious you could be.” 

Only a second later your boyfriend was howling in laughter and reaching for your hips, determined to tickle your sides until you too were out of breath. 

The nail salon was absolutely buzzing.

You weren’t entirely sure why people were out getting manicures and pedicures, since it was an uneventful Wednesday evening in the midst of fall and the weather wasn’t overly spectacular either. The sun had been shielded by clouds all day and it was drizzling with rain about an hour ago, making the sidewalks slippery and cold. 

The only reason you were even here was courtesy of Jungkook, who had presented a gift voucher to you this morning after you’d both indulged in a delicious round of sweet, slow, missionary sex. Lots of kisses and caresses were exchanged between the two of you, leaving you in a blissful mood all day long after your lovemaking (despite the dreary weather). 

You ought to apologize to Lisa, given the way you shot down the idea of packing lingerie as you didn’t want to be presumptive regarding sex—yet here you were, getting frisky with your man every day since you arrived. 

The primary reason Jungkook had gifted you the voucher was due to his unavoidable training schedule. 

He felt guilty that he would have to leave you alone most of the day and practice with his team for the impending game Friday night. Although you tried to reassure him that he had no reason to feel guilty, elucidating that you were well aware of what you were signing up for when coming to visit during the season (due to your unavoidable schedule this time) but Jungkook refused to take no for an answer. He wanted you to enjoy yourself and even threw in a little side comment that all the WAGs get their nails done here, so why not give it a try? 

You eventually accepted the voucher and guaranteed that you would use it. Hence why you were here, sitting in a swivel chair whilst a technician buffed at your nails. 

In the corner of the salon, resided a 36 inch Sony Trinitron television on its very own customized stand. That monstrous thing was all the rage right now (according to your father who just so happened to purchase one two weeks ago and has it proudly standing tall in his living room). 

As to be expected in downtown Toronto, the television was set to the sports channel, where the news anchors were discussing the Leafs and their upcoming game at Air Canada Center. 

“I’m not really a hockey fanatic,” your nail technician admitted while preparing the acrylic base, “but holy hell did the Leafs lock down some fine specimen.” 

You snickered at her comment and before long, the women around you were hooting and hollering at the screen. You glanced over at the television to see who captured their attention and surprise, surprise it was Jungkook and his closest teammate Felix.

The anchor on the left proceeded to divulge information about Jungkook to his co-anchor and spoke highly of your boyfriend’s statistics from last year’s season. You couldn’t stop the bright smile that etched across your lips. The co-anchor then expressed confidently how Jungkook is an indisputable asset to the team. The well renowned hat trick from the playoffs was also mentioned and the news anchors unanimously agreed that him pulling it off undoubtedly helped the Leafs finish at the top of their division for the season. 

God, you were so immensely proud of him. 

“Number 7 is sex on a stick!” The woman beside you gushed, her words getting lodged in her throat as if she was seconds away from moaning. 

“It’s too bad he has a girlfriend.” You noted quietly, keeping your eyes fixated on the table in front of you as you didn’t want to look directly at the woman or you may end up glaring. You wanted to keep things friendly so you don’t end up with acetone dunked on your head. 

The woman snorted incredulously, “puh-lease. Everybody knows that hockey players get around. That poor girl probably has no idea, meanwhile he’s swimming in coochie all week long.” 

You visibly stiffened. “He doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.” Don’t blow your cover! Keep your cool! 

“Girl, you don’t even know him! My best friend’s roommate got his digits at an after party like a month ago. They text like all the time. She works for Cartier so he defs has a type. Pretty and successful.” 

You’d been pretty successful at drowning her out. The second that infuriating woman called you girl, you didn’t want to pay attention to her any further. So you simply let her words fall on deaf ears (or so you thought). 

Besides, you didn’t believe her for a minute. Anyone could make up a story about getting someone’s cell phone number, right? It wasn’t too far-fetched. And what on earth would Jungkook want from someone that works at Cartier anyway? Did he plan on trying to swindle a discount for diamond studded earrings? Unlikely. He liked sticking to the basic black and silvers. He preferred it, actually. Especially regarding his facial piercings. The whole thing seemed totally bonkers and you refused to let doubt brew in the back of your mind. 

Once your nails were finished, you graciously smiled at your nail technician and tipped the lady ten dollars for her hard work, granted the service was already prepaid thanks to the gift voucher.

You ignored the woman beside you as you gathered your things, not wanting to let you guard down. You weren’t going to allow her stupid little comments to fester. She had no idea what Jungkook was really like. Nobody in that godforsaken salon did—only you. Lisa had encouraged you not to listen to the rumors, therefore you were going to do your very best to push the canards out of your mind.  

A twenty minute cab ride later, you were now standing outside Jungkook’s lavish condo and unlocking the front door with the spare key he’d provided to you the day you arrived in Toronto. He wasn’t due home for another half hour or so, which didn’t bother you as you certainly needed some time to relax and unwind after that whole fiasco back at the nail salon. 

Padding over towards his open plan kitchen, you were in dire need for a nice glass of cold, filtered water. Reaching for the handle of the refrigerator, you paused your movements when you caught sight of the magnetic calendar adorning the front of the freezer compartment. 

Your eyebrows furrowed together instantly when you noticed a name—a female name—scrawled over today’s date and the day you had flown into the city. 

“Tiffany?” You whispered aloud, wracking your brain in hopes to figure out whether you knew of someone by that name. 

Unfortunately, you couldn’t recall anyone. 

Your phone sounded from your back pocket and you scrambled to retrieve it. There was an SMS from your boyfriend awaiting you in your inbox. 

Meekly, you pressed on the button that opened up the message and it read: 

1 message received from kook

hey tiny i’m gonna b late :( held up at training :( will b home asap 

Swallowing thickly, you dropped your hands to your sides and tried not to lose your composure. You put your phone into your back pocket so it wouldn’t fall to the ground. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Not when your brain was racing a million miles per hour. Jungkook had been late picking you up from the airport with the same excuse that training had been delayed. Now that could very well be the case, except for the fact both days on the calendar had the name Tiffany written in bolded ink. 

Is he actually seeing other people? You thought to yourself queasily, your stomach churning unpleasantly at the connotation. 

You didn’t want to lose trust in him. You didn’t want to lose faith in him. Not after everything you’ve been through. Not after seventeen years of being in each other’s lives. There had to be more to it. He wouldn’t betray you like this… right? 

Abandoning the idea of getting a glass of water, you swallowed the harsh lump in your throat and made your way to his bedroom. 

You were utterly confused. Upset. Ashamed. Pissed off. 

Doubt poisoned your mind and you were growing more anxious and devastated as the minutes ticked by. You didn’t want to envision Jungkook being unfaithful to you. That was a prescription for one disturbing nightmare. 

1 message received from kook 

just got away from team. on my way home 2u 

You left that text message unanswered again. 

Instead, you changed out of your clothes and into a pair of pajamas, albeit consistent of bed shorts and one of Jungkook’s muscle tees. Oh how you wished his clothes weren’t so comfortable at a time like this. 

Sliding into his queen sized bed, you hoisted the duvet over your body and curled up into the blankets. You forced back tears with determination; you blatantly scorned the idea of crying over this debacle. You were stronger than that. Right now, you just wanted to sleep off this headache of a day and talk things out with Jungkook when he wasn’t so wrapped up with training.

Because despite how mentally draining this was and how badly you wanted to confront him, you couldn’t bring yourself to throw him off his game. He needed to be at his utmost focus for the sake of the team. 

A short while after, Jungkook entered his bedroom with a heavy sigh and dumped his gym bag at the door, “Tiny?” 

You pretended to be asleep. Childish, but necessary for how you were feeling in that moment. 

“Baby are you awake?” He asked in a gentle voice, creeping over to the bed and no doubt taking a peek at your ‘sleeping’ form. A dejected sigh escaped his lips then. The bed dipped on the opposite side to you from his weight and you heard his palms make contact with his thighs, “stop being a pussy ass, Jeon. Don’t shit the stick. Get it off your chest. Just be honest with her.” 

Upon hearing his little monologue, you bite down on your bottom lip to prevent from making any sound. You couldn’t cry. You wouldn’t cry. 

You’re overthinking this. That’s all it is. 

A few reticent moments pass, with Jungkook shifting around the edge of the bed before hopping in beside you. He faintly smelled of cedar shampoo, sandalwood body wash and something that could only be described as intoxicatingly Jungkook. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest flush against your back so that your bodies were inclined. His pierced lips made contact with the back of your neck, leaving a delicate kiss at the nape before nuzzling into the curvature of where your neck meets your shoulder. 

Within minutes Jungkook’s breathing evened out as sleep overcame his body. Yourself, on the contrary, remained wide awake for hours to come. 

Overthinker. 

That should be your new middle name. 

Having woken up in your boyfriend’s thick, muscular, tattooed arms with his long fingers gently stroking through your tousled strands; you couldn’t detect a second where you didn’t feel his love. 

Jungkook loved you wholly. He loved you profoundly and he loved you unreservedly. His love language was physical touch, therefore his unequivocal love for you was designed to be expressed through acts of affection rather than spoken words. 

You felt his love earlier that morning and you unquestionably felt it now. 

It made you feel ridiculous for ever second guessing his loyalty to you. Who cares if there’s a woman’s name written on his calendar more than once? Yes, it raised concern but you shouldn’t be focusing on anything other than Jungkook and the way he expresses his feelings for you. 

“Let’s get a photo!” Your boyfriend insisted with a blindingly bright grin, his dimples making an acute appearance. 

You giggled at his enthusiasm and reached into your handbag for your Kodak. “Babe, is the view even gonna be noticeable?” You questioned, referring to the breathtaking view of Toronto City that resided below you. 

Jungkook had brought you to the world renowned CN Tower and bargained you into seeing the view from the very top. He promulgated that the locals would dub you a hoser if you didn’t follow through with it, as it was the ‘bare minimum’ for tourists.

Of course you didn’t back down from the challenge. Plus, it was well worth it as the view of the Toronto Islands was truly magnificent. 

“Sure it will.” 

“I don’t know, it’s hard to see behind that big head of yours.” You teased playfully.

His lips quirked upwards into a shrewd smirk. “You love this big head of mine. Especially when it’s between your legs.”

“Kook! We’re in public.” You chastised him. “Go to horny jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”

Jungkook blew out a raspberry-esque chuckle, “oh c’mon Tiny, that hasn’t stopped us before—ouch!” 

You flicked his forehead in retaliation, evoking a disgruntled whine from your boyfriend. 

Somehow, between the banter and the bickering, you both managed to rope a kind middle aged woman into taking a couple of photos of you both with the view in the background. Jungkook had his arm proudly secured around your waist, while your hand rested on his pectoral as you both smiled for your cheap little disposable camera. You couldn’t wait to get those developed once you were back in Boston and indisputably frame the best one of the lot. 

“I was thinking we could have lunch by the waterfront?” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing your ear as you gazed down at the view of the islands one last time. “There’s a really bomb poutine place by the ferry docks.” 

You slowly turned in his embrace and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sounds perfect. I’m excited to try this Canadian delicacy you won’t shut up about.” 

“Oh trust, it’ll change your fucking life baby.” 

Lunch was just as excellent as Jungkook hyped it up to be, much to your dismay. Poutine was utterly delicious. The concoction of fries with gravy and cheese curds was surely crafted by the gods. The bright, triumphant grin your man sported when you admitted he was right could’ve easily taken out an entire village. You let his ego win that round. 

You both caught the ferry to the islands after consuming your respective servings of poutine. The ferry ride from the quay to Center Island approximated fifteen minutes and the journey across the harbor of Lake Ontario was more than pleasant. 

As you descended the ferry, you noticed that Jungkook was fiddling with the pocket of his black bomber jacket once again. He’d been doing that habitually throughout the day. You briefly wondered if there was a loose string of cotton or something that he kept getting distracted by. 

You soon forgot about that when Jungkook took your hand in his, leading you away from the docks and towards Center Island. You could hear the sound of shrieks and laughter coming from the amusement park located on the island. Already this had to be your favorite part of Toronto. 

“So one of the beaches was permitted as clothing optional this year. Wanna check it out?” Jungkook asked with a wolfish grin. 

“Is it also boyfriend optional? Cause that blows.” You couldn’t help yourself. You just had to tease him. 

“I can think of something else you can blow inst—fuck!” 

You bursted out into a fit of cackled laughter as Jungkook walked right into a fire hydrant. Talk about a physical definition and example of cockblock.

Daylight hours passed within the blink of an eye. 

Exploring the Toronto Islands had been a tranquil experience. Hand-in-hand with the love of your life, you wandered around the numerous evergreen parks and sandy beaches talking about anything and everything. 

You were originally going to bring up the name that had been scribbled on Jungkook’s magnetic calendar with dry erase, but you eventually decided against it. What good would it do anyway? You’d come to the realization that you were being silly yesterday and that you’d fallen victim to one of the seven deadly sins: envy. 

Jealousy was nothing but a fucking menace. You didn’t meticulously study and become qualified in psychiatry for nothing—you knew how the green eyed demon could affect one’s mental health and well-being. 

That heinous, viridescent leech had sucked some of the joy from your romantic life last night and you couldn’t allow that to happen again. You had the utmost faith in Jungkook and his commitment to you and this relationship. 

He’d demonstrated said commitment on more than one occasion and unashamedly exhibited his loyalty from the second your eyes fluttered open this morning, up until this very moment:

Dusk had fallen upon the City of Toronto and you were currently situated in Jungkook’s lap (atop his spectacular thighs) with your back nestled against his chest, whilst the two of you shared a funnel cake he’d acquired from the food cart outside the amusement park. 

The sun was setting over the lake and it rendered you speechless. The view was utterly breathtaking and what made everything even more special, was the way children played jovially in the water as families gathered together to behold the sunset with picnic baskets full of food and wine.

It was like something straight out of a Hallmark movie. 

“Tiny?” Jungkook’s familiar timbre broke you out of your peaceful reverie. 

“Mm?”

“I uh… I have something I wanna ask you,” he rumbled, his fingers haphazardly playing with the hem of your sweater, “it’s kinda important.” 

Now that had caught your undivided attention. 

You sat up in his lap, tilting your head so that you could make eye contact with him. Jungkook appeared to be visibly nervous, chewing on his lip ring. 

“What is it babe?” You gently tried to coax it out of him, reaching up to place your hand on his cheek. “You can be honest with me.” Please don’t let it be him breaking up with me…

He swallowed thickly then, causing his Adam’s apple to bobble in his throat. After a few beats, he cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you wanted to stay in the VIP box with the other WAGs tomorrow night?” 

Your heart clenched for a split second, before relief overwhelmed your chest. You hoped that small voice in the back of your mind felt beyond embarrassed to have second guessed him at the last second. 

“Yeah sure. I’m majorly down.” 

Jungkook broke out into his signature bunny smile. “You’re the total shiznit, baby.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully at his idioms (like always). If there was going to be one thing that would reign true throughout your relationship over time, it would be the teasing between both parties. It’s what made you and Jungkook yourselves, after all. 

Sniggering at your reaction, Jungkook encircled his arms around your waist and hauled you into his cosy embrace. His chortling slowly ceased as hugged you close, keeping his lips pressed firmly against your forehead. Despite it having been over two years, you could never quite get used to the tingling sensation of his cold lip ring directly contrasting with the heat of his lips. 

With his hands now perched at your hips, his lips began moving from your forehead to your temples and within seconds, he was peppering sweet kisses all over your face. “Kook!” The delightful gesture invoked a bubble of giggles to erupt from your mouth. And Jungkook? Well he absolutely adored the sound of your joy, so he continued his ministrations until he settled with one impassioned kiss to your lips. 

You sighed dazedly into his mouth, allowing him to suck your bottom lip into his mouth and entangle his tongue with your own. That particular action incited a low, chesty noise from the back of his throat and in turn, caused your clitoris to throb. He tasted addictive. Soft serve ice cream and cinnamon sugar (a dangerously tantalizing combination). No wonder he inadvertently groaned the second he got a sample of your tongue. 

“So sweet,” he husked against your mouth, “so goddamn perfect.” 

“Jungkook.” Your panties were now pooling with your arousal. He’d veritably mastered the art of getting you wet without even overtly trying. A 99.9% success rate in one attempt. 

Jungkook was well aware of what that tone indicated. He didn’t need a sky writer or a billboard to spell it out for him. You were needy—no achy—for him. The way your hips were involuntarily jutting forward was a definite tell-tale. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling the exact same way. 

“I’m right here baby,” he consoled, massaging his hands along the curves of your waist, “mm… wanna get you home.” 

Your thighs clamped together. “Don’t you wanna stay ‘til the sunset is gone? It’s really pretty.” 

“So? You’re prettier and so is your pussy.” 

“Ah-huh! Ulterior motives!” Even though you were taking the mickey out of him, your panties certainly dampened in effect of his vulgarity. It was rather unfair how your boyfriend could have you leaking like a broken faucet at any given time. 

Jungkook smirked mischievously. “You’re the one practically dry humping me in public,” he snickered, bringing both his hands to his cheeks and making a face that briefly resembled Van Gogh’s The Scream, “golly gosh! Think of the children!” 

“I’ll take away your ability to have children if you don’t shut your face.” You threatened, albeit playfully and without a single trace of malice or authenticity. 

His smirk only doubled in size. “Shut my face up with your pretty little cunt then.” 

And so you did. 

Forty minutes later, you were both unclothed in the comfort of his master bedroom, preoccupied with granting his wish. You recalled the first time he brought up riding his face with ease. It has been via text message the day you received that stupendous bouquet of tiger lilies. Time really does fly when you’re having fun, because that occurred almost two weeks ago now. 

Below you, Jungkook was having the time of his life. His eyes were closed shut, eyebrows knitted together furiously as he obscenely lapped at your folds, slurping up your arousal and expertly nudging your sensitive clit with his buttoned nose. 

“Mm J-Jungk-kook,” you stammered, tripping over your words as he ate you out with fervour, “fuck!” Your thighs were slotted against the sides of his head, hands grasping at the headboard so that you wouldn’t completely suffocate him (although you had a sneaking suspicion that he would love that). 

“Don’t be shy baby, fuck my face.” His words were muffled but you could still decipher them loud and clear. His tongue danced along your slit, teasing your tight little hole. Each flick of his tongue had you a whimpering mess. 

Timidly, you rocked your pelvis forward. The sensation that followed suit was mind blowing. For some reason unbeknownst to you, moving your hips against your boyfriend’s chin resulted in his tongue hitting all the right places. Your clit was pulsing in need due to the stimulation. 

Jungkook groaned unabashedly then, the noise rumbling from deep within his chest. You had no doubt that his hardened erection was straining against his boxer briefs, begging to be released from its confines. 

While you continued to slowly grind your hips down onto his skilful tongue, Jungkook took the liberty of grasping the twin globes of your ass and dragged your cunt over his mouth. He kneaded at the soft flesh simultaneously, eliciting a string of breathy moans from your swollen lips. 

“Please!” You beseech him. Your thighs were beginning to tremble now and you recognized that tightening in the pit of your stomach all too well. 

Besides the sound of your desperate whines, yearns and pleas, all that could be heard throughout his bedroom was indecorous slurping, skin slapping skin salaciously and gravelly noises (that could arguably be labeled as growls) from your boyfriend. 

Jungkook was steadfast in his actions—insistent and persistent in getting you off. He wanted you to cream all over his tongue. He needed it more than his next breath. 

“Close?” His voice was so deep it sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. 

You jerked a nod pathetically, mewling in lieu of a verbal response. You were so far gone and in dire need of that orgasm. 

He noticed the way his chest heated with triumph, feeling utterly accomplished by how affected you were. It boosted his ego knowing that he was the only man that could ever leave an intelligent, well-spoken woman like you totally dumbstruck.  

“Wanna.” You almost wailed, your voice practically unrecognizable as it was now breathy, erratic and high-pitched. You were overcome with pleasure, despite not having come yet, “K-Kook!” 

“I know. Come for me, babygirl.” Jungkook demanded softly, flicking his tongue over your clit a few times to drive you over the edge and he had been successful. 

Your orgasm rippled through your body in a series of shudders. Your toes curled, your head fell forward and a few lone tears slipped from the corners of your eyes. One could describe it as an earth shattering climax. You would’ve collapsed on top of Jungkook if he hadn’t held you in place, his hands still groping your behind as he aided you in riding out your high. 

“That’s it Tiny, good girl.” Jungkook praised you ardently, pressing a delicate kiss to your inner thigh and then upheaving you off his face and onto his muscular chest. “Did so good for me. My perfect baby.” 

Panting heavily, you felt your cheeks warm at his affirmations, resorting in covering your face to hide your blush. 

“God you’re so cute,” Jungkook cooed, reaching up to remove your hands from your cheeks as he gazed up at you with enamored eyes. “That was fucking hot as balls, baby. Don’t hide from me, okay?” 

You bubbled out a laugh. “You just ate me out and now you’re talking about balls?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes lightheartedly and smacked his hand against your right ass cheek, prompting you to gasp in astonishment. “Smartass.” 

“Aww babe, you think my ass is smart?” 

Jungkook tongued his cheek and gently pushed you sideways then, causing your back to fall onto the mattress. 

You tee-heed at his reaction. He was way too easy to poke fun of. Teasing Jungkook was something you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life. 

“Oh you think you’re so funny, don’t you Tiny?” He smirked, nibbling on that goddamn piercing of his as he crawled over to you, hovering his body above yours. 

“Yessum.” 

Jungkook shook his head in amusement. He didn’t say anything else, instead he shrugged his boxer briefs down his taut thighs. His cock slapped hard against his toned abdominals, reddened and leaking from the tip. 

His naked body was a sight to behold. 

If a picture was worth a thousand words, then you required an entire photo album to accurately describe Jungkook’s body. You let your eyes drink him in as he discarded his underwear somewhere on the carpet, joining the rest of your clothes no doubt. 

You made grabby hands at him, eager to feel his rigid length on your palms but he shook his head resolutely. 

“Hands and knees.” 

Your mouth dropped open. You were undeniably wet again. 

“Catching flies Tiny?” Jungkook taunted playfully, his doe brown eyes dancing with mischief. “You heard me. On your hands and knees.” 

Moistening your bottom lip (since your mouth had dried out at his request), you clambered up onto your knees and placed your hands at the edge of the bed. 

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the view. “So sexy. How are you mine?” 

“I could say the same for you.” 

He grasped at the swell of your backside once more, kneading and massaging the flesh. “Yeah? You think I’m sexy?” God, you could detect the minor cockiness hidden in his tone. You really loved him and his big head so much. 

“You know you’re sexy.” You whined, wiggling your ass in hopes to get him to do something. Anything. 

Jungkook chuckled before placing a kiss to the center of your spine. “Only for you.” His words were filled with promise and that sparked your heart to begin sledgehammering against your rib cage. 

He never failed to leave you feeling like your heart was going to start beating out of your chest. Over two years had passed and he still managed to romance you effortlessly. It didn’t fucking matter what other people thought or what the tabloids tried to spin—nobody knew what you and Jungkook shared besides yourselves. Nobody understood what you had and that’s what made your love all the more extraordinary. It was just you and him against the world. 

You could feel him behind you but it wasn’t enough. His movements were slow; teasing and tormenting. His fingers were toying with your slit and as much as you wanted them inside you, you ached for something much bigger. Much longer. Much thicker. 

“How’re you liking my smart ass?” 

 “Loving it,” he mused and delivered a short slap to your left ass cheek, “we should fuck in this position more often.” 

“Hm. We gotta actually fuck to do that though.” You couldn’t hide your smirk. You knew that quip was going to set him off and that’s exactly what you wanted. 

“What happened to my good girl?” He questioned through gritted teeth, nudging his cock between your pussy lips and coaxing breathy moans from the both of you. “Tryna piss me off, huh? If you wanted to be fucked dumb then you should’ve just asked.” He grunted, positioning the head at your entrance and then pushed in the tip from behind.

“Kook!” You gasped at the intrusion, your head falling forward as your walls gripped his girth like a vice. This position never left you disappointed. 

Jungkook groaned gravelly. “Shit… you know I’d do anything for you. W-Would give you the moon if I fucking could.” 

You weren’t sure what caused you to blurt out a tearless sob; his words or the way his cock felt inside of you. 

A husky moan erupted from deep within his chest as he bottomed out, his pelvic bone flush against the curvature of your derrière. You could feel him everywhere. Your eyes had rolled back into your skull due to how full you felt. He allowed you a couple of minutes to adjust to his size before he started to buck his hips. 

“Tightest little cunt,” he rasped, “been pounding this pussy for two and a half years and it’s still so tight. Loves stretching around my fucking cock.” 

“Jungkook.” You cried out his name, tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. The angle he was thrusting his cock into you was heavenly. The bulbous tip nudged that spongy spot inside of you each time, leaving you shaking like a leaf. 

His raven haired head fell into the crook of your neck, labored breaths fanning across your balmy skin. “Always so good, baby. Wanna fuck you for the rest of my life.” 

You lamented at his confession. You tried to tell him that you felt the same way but all that tumbled from your lips was a bunch of garbled moans and gasps. Sex with your boyfriend infallibly resulted in you being cock-drunk. 

Jungkook pounded into you from behind with vehemency, his hands at your sides in effort to keep you upright. He could sense that you weren’t going to last much longer, given your incoherent burbles and the way your thighs were quivering against his own. 

“Holy shit, keep squeezing me like that. Fuck, I love how you feel.” 

“I love you,” was all you could muster up as tears escaped the corners of your eyes. The stimulation was becoming way too much. You needed to come so badly—you could tell by the way your stomach clenched and your calves stiffened against the sheets. 

Jungkook’s heart did a somersault at your tiny profession. He wished he could see you so he could kiss the shit out of you. “I love you too baby. So fucking much. Let’s come together, yeah?” 

You opened your mouth to reply, but you couldn’t conjure up words. All that escaped your kiss-bitten lips were imploring mewls. 

Suddenly, Jungkook pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of contact. Before you could wrap your head around what had happened, you were swiftly rolled onto your back and your boyfriend hastily thrusted his cock deep inside of you again. You both cried out in bliss at the feeling, now chest to chest, face to face, eye to eye.

“Needa see your face when you come,” Jungkook admitted whilst chewing on his piercing furiously, utterly determined to have you falling apart on his dick. 

“B-Babe… ungh… please…” you managed to get out through each powerful thrust, your hooded eyes fixated on his chiseled face. You reached out to plant both hands on his biceps, wanting to have an unobstructed view when he climaxes with you. 

His hip movements were irregular now which resulted in sloppy and sporadic thrusts. He was close, you could tell by the way his brows furrowed together. 

No words were exchanged for the next few minutes. Instead, you both reached for one another and crushed your mouths together in a messy collision of teeth and tongues. You kissed fervently until the band in the pit of your stomach snapped for the second time that night. You’re high eventually spurred on Jungkook’s own orgasm. His dick twitched before painting your walls with his hot cum; the two of you crying out each other’s names in a mixture of crass language and debauched moans. 

With half a dozen prods of his cock, Jungkook rode out your orgasm as well as his own until he felt his erection softening. He attached his pierced lips to your bare breasts, gently kissing along your areola while allowing you time to come down from your high. 

“Jungkook?” You ran your fingertips through his jet black hair, pushing the matted strands off his forehead. 

“Mm?” 

“I’m really so proud of you.” 

Jungkook released your breast with a pop and peered up at you with a loving gaze. “For reals?” He flushed and nuzzled into your chest, becoming a little shy himself this time around.

“For reals. You’re owning this season. I know you’re gonna make it to the playoffs again and I’m gonna travel to wherever you are to celebrate with you.” You hoped with all your might that he could hear the sincerity behind your proclamation. 

He lifted his head then, not caring if you saw the dusting of crimson across his cheeks. “That means so much, baby. But don’t worry, one day soon we’ll be in the same place. No more traveling.” 

You cupped his cheek and pressed an adoring kiss to his lips. He returned the favor without hesitation. 

“Hopefully that’ll be the same day you finally eat my ass.” 

You pulled away and flicked his forehead. “Shut your face, Jeon.” 

Jungkook flashed you a wolfish grin. “Family naming me in bed again after two and a half years, Tiny? And yet you think eating my ass is too freak—”

You silenced his tomfoolery with your mouth, sucking on his pierced bottom lip. He certainly got the message loud and clear because he was rolling your naked body on top of him within seconds.

You were awoken the next morning not to the scent of greasy bacon or freshly brewed coffee, nor the sound of Jungkook’s steady breathing or ticking from super dorky Spider-Man analogue alarm clock; but rather suppressed noises from the hallway. 

Squinting your eyes, you rolled onto your back to find the other side of the mattress unoccupied. It was cold and barren, meaning Jungkook had gotten up some time ago. 

While you rubbed sleep from your eyes, you heard the resonance of your boyfriend’s voice coming from behind his bedroom door. It sounded muffled and one-sided, giving you the indication that he was on the phone to somebody. 

“I can’t find the right time to do it, J.” He bemoaned. “I’ve been trying since the day Y/N got here but I keep tanking it.” 

You immediately sat up in bed, gripping the sheets to your chest and staring at the door with blown out eyes. 

“I know I need to do it sooner rather than later… I know you want me to do it too.” Jungkook sighed heavily, no doubt running his hand through his hair like he always did when he was worked up about something. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Who was he talking to? Why was he talking about you to somebody else? Hell, he used your first name and not his preferred nicknames so it must be pretty damn serious. 

“I promise I’ll do it… I should head back before she wakes up. She can’t know about this.” 

Tears welled in your eyes at that sentence and you covered your mouth, trying not to burst into tears. Surely you weren’t overthinking things now? What else could he possibly mean besides ending things with you? Nothing else made sense. 

When his footsteps approached the bedroom, you quickly shuffled back into bed and pretended to be asleep. 

As much as you wanted to confront him about what you just overheard; you couldn’t. Not when he had a game tonight. You would feel so responsible if an argument between the two of you cost the Maple Leafs a win. They were on a winning streak so far and there was absolutely no way you were going to jeopardize that. Yes, you were rightfully upset with Jungkook but you loved him so fiercely that you couldn’t bring yourself to affect his ability to play in any way. You would simply have to wait until after tonight’s game to corner him about that phone call. 

The VIP box sure as hell didn’t make you feel like a very important person. 

The suite stunk of cigarettes, mixed with the scent of J-Lo’s new perfume, on tap beer and fried finger foods. It felt like something straight out of college, except you were surrounded by grown adults with children and mortgages. 

While the seats of the arena were buzzing with fans dressed in their home team’s get up as they waited for the second intermission to finish, you, on the other hand, purposely turned a blind eye to the white powder and the popping of pills that was going on behind you. Just like you had during your college years. 

You weren’t going to be the one to tell others not to indulge in illicit drugs, as it wasn’t your place. However, you did have a serious conversation with Jungkook about a year ago after one of his teammates got rushed to hospital for having digested fatal methamphetamines. He promised that he wouldn’t ever dabble in that shit, especially not after what happened with Ryan. 

He’d admitted to you on countless occasions that other players would try to lure him into trying illegal substances and performance enhancing steroids—but he would always politely decline. Sometimes he would be branded a pansy or stuntin’ hoser, but he never took those labels to heart. 

You knew the real reason Jungkook never did drugs and it wasn’t because he deemed himself better than everyone else. No, it was because his older brother lost his life in a car accident when Jungkook was only fourteen. Jaehwa had been on his way back from his senior year prom (with a full ride to Harvard Law in his back pocket) when he was hit by a doped up driver. He died immediately at the scene. The Jeons lost a son and a brother while the sicko driver got off with a five year prison sentence.

Jungkook swore to himself when he laid his brother to rest that he would never touch the shit. He also promised Jaehwa that he would make him proud, no matter what it takes. 

Yes, college tested his limits but you were so proud of how he overcame that temptation. You could still recall that one frat party where you admitted that you were worried about him getting mixed up in it. The sincerity in his big brown eyes that night gave you all the information you needed to know. 

“Hey Y/N,” a feminine voice snapped you back to reality, “so I want to know, has JK done it yet?”

You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion. “Pardon?” 

Irene, one of the older player’s wives, sipped at her flute of Prosecco and repeated, “has JK done it yet?” 

“I don’t know what you mean—” 

“She means if he’s taken you to St Lawrence Market yet! It’s the tourist attraction in downtown Toronto, you feel me?” Samantha quickly chimed in, flashing you a smile where the light didn’t touch her eyes. 

“Oh definitely. It’s a part of history, a real staple if you ask me.” Irene nodded, bringing her glass back to her lips and practically chugging down the sparkling wine. 

You felt a sharp lump form in your throat. It was painstakingly obvious that they were lying. Through their teeth. It was then that you came to the excruciating realization that Jungkook did want to break up with you. In fact, he was probably banging both Tiffany and this J girl from this morning. And these WAGs knew it, meaning it wasn’t kept secret from the rest of his team. 

You refused to be played for a fool. 

“He hasn’t, but I’ll keep it in mind,” you told them both with a small (and very plastic) smile, “excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” This time you were the one lying through your teeth. 

You stood up and grabbed your purse. The game was about to resume which should allow for cleared exits so you could beeline straight to the taxi pick up spot. 

As you exited through the inner doors of the arena, you furiously blinked back tears as you made your way towards the outer doors. 

You couldn’t believe how stupid you were! All this time you had convinced yourself into believing you were overreacting and overthinking, when in reality everybody knew about Jungkook’s infidelity but you! 

How could he do this to me? Especially after last night? You thought glumly to yourself as you hurried out of Air Canada Center. You no longer wanted to be in Toronto. You wished to go home to Boston and cry into Lisa’s arms. Your roommate would know what to do in a situation like this. 

You hailed a cab and gave the driver the address to Jungkook’s condominium. When he pulled away from the curb, you sunk in the backseat and buried your face into your hands. The last time you’d cried this much was back in your final year of college when your fake relationship with Jungkook had ended. It was bitterly poetic how he was the reason for your tears once again. 

The taxi eventually arrived outside Jungkook’s building around fifteen minutes later. You thanked the driver and placed two twenty dollar Canadian bills in his hand, apprising him to keep the change. 

You wobbled out of the cab (feeling unsteady on your feet because you were unbelievably distraught) and hiccuped when you heard your phone beep. It couldn’t be Jungkook because he was on the ice currently, so you decided to check whom it was from. 

2 messages received from lisa

OMG! jk wuz hella clean! he owned da ice!  it wuz like he had a new found determination or sum! u must b so proud 

You bursted into tears and rushed inside his apartment complex, wanting to get the hell out of Toronto more than ever. 

It was a mission and a half to get his front door unlocked. Your vision was blurred and your hands were shaky, but after a couple of attempts you finally stumbled into his condo and bulldozed towards his bedroom. 

Hiccuping, you yanked open your suitcase and started haphazardly tossing your clothes into it. The reasonable side of your brain knew that you should wait for his game to finish and talk things out, but the emotional side of your brain just wanted to get on the next plane home. After all it was fight or flight. 

You were in the process of propelling your kicks from across the room into your suitcase when you heard the front door open and slam shut. 

“Y/N?! Tiny?!” The sound of a gym bag hitting the floorboards could be heard throughout the condo. 

You weeped at the sound of his voice. 

Jungkook barreled into the master bedroom and immediately gasped when he saw your suitcase open and a Converse high-top shoe in your hand. “Baby? What are you doing?” 

He’d obviously come straight from the game. His hair was a disarray after being secluded to a helmet for an hour and he was wearing his home jersey with a pair of black Nike sweatpants (meaning he didn’t shower after getting off the rink). 

“I’m going home.” You sniffled, unceremoniously dropping the shoe into your bag. 

“What? Why?” He looked dumbfounded. “What did Irene and Samantha say to you?” 

You avoided eye contact and proceeded to pick up your discarded clothes from last night’s activities. “Nothing I don’t already know.” 

Jungkook frowned in puzzlement. “I don’t underst—”

You cut him off abruptly, throwing your hands up in the air while salty tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “I know you’re leaving me for somebody else!” 

Jungkook’s jaw fell open, completely bug-eyed and gobsmacked. “What?! I swear that I’m not—” 

“Just be honest with me!” You cried. 

“I am being honest, baby! I swear that’s the tru—” 

“I heard you this morning! Talking to some girl over the phone!” You sobbed out, fiercely wiping the back of your hand against your teary cheeks. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, was stunned into silence. 

“Who’s J, huh? Is that a nickname for Joy? Jessica? Janice?” 

He didn’t respond to your question, instead he stepped forward and reached for your hands, “I can explain.” Really? The lame ass line from the movies? 

You tried to pull your hands back but he encased them before you could do so, holding them tenderly and beseeching you with those doe brown eyes of his. “Please hear me out. Baby, I promise, I wasn’t on call to anyone.” 

“I heard you talking—”

“You heard me talking to Jaehwa.” 

The silence that fell over the room was so intense, you could’ve sworn you’d be able to hear a pin drop. Your mouth was agape. You blinked a couple of times as his words began to sink in. 

Jungkook gave you a sad smile and rubbed his thumbs over your hands, feeling thankful that you weren’t trying to slither away from him anymore. He sucked in a harsh breath, “I talk to him most mornings when I feel nervous or scared. I’ve been doing it since the morning after his funeral.” 

“I’m so sorry.” You didn’t know what to say. What else could you say in response to that? So instead, you gave his hand a squeeze and that was more than enough for Jungkook. 

“I didn’t want you to hear me this morning because I was worried you’d think I’m some busted freak… a major screw up.” He sighed, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply through his nose before reopening them to gaze at you despondently. “I should’ve told you before… I just…” 

You sniffled and shook your head once. “I never would’ve thought that. Everybody grieves differently. Everybody honors the life of their loved ones differently.” 

“I know baby,” he said softly, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips and placing delicate kisses along your knuckles, “if I hadn’t been so chicken shit I wouldn’t have fucked this all up.” He chuckled awkwardly. 

“You didn’t! It’s all my fault, I—”

Your boyfriend smiled and then tongued his cheek. “If those ladies didn’t open their big mouths and you’d stuck around ‘til after the game, I was going to pick you up from the VIP box—fresh off another win I dedicated wholeheartedly to you—and bring you down to the ice once all the players had gone. Then, I was going to get down on one knee like this,” he paused, sinking to the floor and propping himself on one knee just as he’d stated. 

A loud gasp ripped from the back of your throat. 

Jungkook chewed on his lip ring nervously but continued on. “Because if I know anything, it’s that I have two constants in this life: hockey and you. I wanted nothing more than to be in the place that I love after winning the game I love with the girl I love, when I ask her to marry me.” 

Now you were the one stunned to silence. 

He laughed endearingly at your inability to speak, knowing full well that you were personifying the expression ‘cat got your tongue’. “But when have we ever done anything by the book? You wouldn’t be the Y/N I fell madly in love with if you didn’t make me work for it.” 

You giggled through tears, not realizing that you’d begun crying again. 

He reached into the pocket of his black sweats and retrieved a light turquoise box and suddenly everything clicked. Tiffany & Co. All the pieces of the puzzle had finally aligned. “So Tiny, what do you say?” He asked, his voice wavering on the last syllable as he opened the ring box to reveal what will be your engagement ring. 

You couldn’t let him win that easily. “You haven’t asked me anything yet, doofus.” 

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head at your playful response and then took the ring out of the box. He held it between his inked fingers and gazed up at you as if you’d hung all the stars in the night sky. “Y/N, will you marry me?” 

You weren’t going to tease him this time. 

“Yes! Of course I will.” You nodded vigorously, eyes blinking back tears of joy this time as Jungkook beamed. A smile that was so bright it could stop traffic. 

He stood up to his full height and carefully slid the white gold diamond ring onto your finger, his own eyes misty at the sentiment. You wasted no time in kissing him passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck. He consumed your mouth with his own, pouring all his emotions into that perfervid kiss. 

You’d both gone through a rollercoaster of emotions that day but it was all worthwhile in the end. Why? Because you had each other. 

After you both exchanged mumbled I love you’s, Jungkook reluctantly broke away from your lips and perched his hands on your waist. He was now smirking and had that signature glint in his eye. 

“So… does this mean I get to family name you in bed? Ow!” 

You pinched his nipple for old time’s sake. 

“You’re lucky I have a pain kink, Mrs Jeon.” He grinned cheekily before leaning down and capturing your lips with his once again. 

Yeah, you could get used to the sound of that. 

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