#dilf!jk

“Jungkook…” You whisper, throwing a leg over him beneath the floral bedsheets, his bare muscular back pressed against your chest and your arm lazily draped over his middle as you pull yourself closer to him. “Jungkook….” You try again to coax a reaction from him, a little louder this time.

You’re not sure what time it is, what you do know is that it’s still dark outside and your pregnancy hormones are in full swing – the second trimester was a pain for impromptu horniness during your first pregnancy, and this one is proving to be no different.

Your ex husband is still asleep, giving that he sleeps through anything and everything under the sun you've been trying to wake him for five minutes now, but nothing is working. It’s times like this you detest how much of a heavy sleeper he is, when you’re desperate and in need of some kind of relief.

“Kook…” You pepper his shoulder blade with gentle kisses and he begins to stir, his heavy body stretching out in your hold when he hums once. “Kook… Are you awake?” You sigh, hand trailing the strong lumps and bumps of his abdomen.

“Mmm.” He hums again, smacking his lips together. You know full-well he’s still asleep, a fraction of you feels guilty for trying to disturb his slumber but there’s an ache between your thighs that you know he can soothe. An ache that you want him to soothe.

“Jungkook…” Your hand sinks lower and lower, until you find the waistband of the grey boxer shorts he’d worn to bed. Your fingertips dip beneath the fabric teasingly, you rub his skin a little harder but he still doesn’t seem to catch on to your frustration, lost to a dreamland. “Fine…” You huff, rolling onto your back to stare at the white ceiling, wide-awake.

Jungkook officially moved back in with you three weeks ago and your life has been a constant bliss ever since. He’s changed from his old stubborn ways, now helping with dinner and spending some much needed (and missed) quality time with you and Seol. You’re almost five months pregnant now, due for your gender scan tomorrow morning.

Seol came to your first scan appointment with you and Jungkook, the doe-eyed pair both tearing up upon hearing the baby Jeon’s tiny fluttering heartbeats which made you very emotional too. You're so full of love and joy recently, so much so that it almost outweighs the dreaded morning sickness you've been cursed with. It’s not the life you thought you would’ve had at this age, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Everything is perfect.

At least it would be if Jungkook woke up.

Feeling agitated and brazen you kick his shin, not hard, but not gentle either. This wins you another hum and some soft snores from the man beside you, one arm is bent beneath his pillow and the other hangs off the bed. There’s no sign of any movement so you try again with added force, kicking his shin and pushing his leg off the mattress with your foot.

“Mmm.” He smacks his lips together a few times again, the noise akin to him chewing something soft. You feel like screaming when his leg finds it’s way back to it’s original position on the bed and he squeezes his pillow tighter, nuzzling his cheek against it.

You exhale sharply, eyes trained to fluffy brunette hair gathered at the back of his dumb, selfish, still sound asleep head. Wow, pregnancy hormones are wild, you can’t recall the last time you were this pissed off and the poor guy’s fast asleep and has no idea.

“Jungkook.” You say loudly, sternly, burning a whole into his head.

Nothing, not even a hum or any sign of acknowledgement this time.

“Kook.” Your bitterness is amplified by another kick to his shin, this time maybe a little too hard to be considered an accident. Though there’s nothing accidental about what you’re doing and you’re fully aware of that fact.

“Jungkook. Kook. Jungkook.”

You poke at his back with your finger repeatedly, emphasising the call of his name but it’s to no avail. The man is out for the count and you know there’s nothing on earth that can disturb him when he’s in this deep of a sleep.

Sighing, you reach over to the bedside drawer and grab your battery operated boyfriend and shimmy your underwear down your legs in preparation. Thankfully you’re wearing a thin white cotton nightie with lemon detailing for bed, one of the only garments you own that still fit you by this point in your pregnancy, so it’s not too much of a hassle to set up station.

The neon pink bullet you’re holding finds it’s way to your clit when you press the on button, humming contently as the vibrations begin to ease the tension between your legs. You’re breathing heavier, the nape of your neck growing sweaty when you tuck your lower lip between your teeth to suppress shallow moans.

Like a poorly timed punchline of a bad joke Jungkook rolls over in bed, dark eyelashes still dusting the tops of his cheeks and lips still pouted as he snores. His strong inked arm finds your middle quickly and drags you closer to him, distracting you from the growing pleasure you’re giving yourself for a moment. It’s when you get back into the zone and close your eyes, focussing solely on how the vibrations feels against you that he smacks his lips together again.

“For god’s sake…” You groan flippantly, brain incapable of staying wholly committed to masturbating when your ex-husband is making chewing sounds right in your ear.

In this moment you don’t know which you’d prefer: fucking him, or killing him.

Increasing the bullet setting you sigh again, head lolling back against the pillow with a content hum. Thank god it’s doing something, you know that you’ll come soon enough if you can just focus on the task at hand. Sounds easy enough. You spread your legs a little wider, free hand coming up to cup your breast gently. Heat slowly floods your body and you know that your high is approaching, winning you to increase the speed again and suck in a breath at how sensitive you are.

Your mouth falls open, you’re so invested in the sensation deepening in your being that you don’t register that the snores have suddenly stopped. There’s no chewing sound anymore, there’s no sound at all save for the dull vibrations of every girl’s best friend.

“Y/N...?” Jungkook’s voice is quiet and heavy with sleep but it still finds a way to make you jump, eyes flying open and straight over to him.

Your ex-husband is looking at you with a tired smirk, a single brow raised as he blinks away the fatigue from his big, brown doe-eyes. Gaze flickering to the source of the noise he chuckles, the sound deep in his chest when his stare lands back on your face, the hold he has on your middle loosening. With equal parts embarrassment and caution you turn off the bullet, tossing it to the ground like nothing happened.

“Mmm?” Your lips make a flat line, fighting back an awkward smile.

At this Jungkook stretches again, big body shaking when he yawns – but still, he finds the strength to carefully climb on top of you, holding himself above your growing body with his arms. He’s smiling like an idiot, dark hair unruly and fluffy, sticking out in every direction to draw attention away from his puffy face.

“You should’ve woke me up.” He mumbles, lazily cocking his head to one side with judgement riddling his features.

You can’t stop the puff of air from escaping your nostrils, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “I tried, trust me I tried.” You admit, laughing breathily.

“Not hard enough apparently.” He giggles, lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck. “Next time just grab my cock and hop on, you know I don’t mind.”

Before you can respond his lips find yours, he kisses you gently, softly, albeit a little lazily. You kiss him back, bringing your hands to his messy hair where you tug on the locks very delicately, pulling him closer. It’s not long before a hum of approval falls from his mouth and into yours, along with his tongue and a weak moan. Using his knee he spreads your legs further apart, sucking timidly on your lower lip.

“I love you.” He whispers, voice croaky, lips making their way down to your jawline to litter the area with small kisses.

You exhale in bliss, a coy smile tugging the corners of your mouth, “I love you too.”

Jungkook’s breath is humid against your neck when he reaches one hand down to tug off his boxer shorts, kicking them out of bed. Spitting on his palm he smears the lubricant over his already hard cock, hooded eyes trained on you eagerly waiting for him to make you feel good. You offer him a kind, thankful smile and he chuckles in return.

“I’m serious, next time just wake me up. I’m never gonna get tired of waking up to you.”

You bite back a grin, “It wasn’t for lack of trying, nothing can wake you up.”

"Your vibrator woke me up." He reminds you with a tired smile, quirking a single brow.

"Sorry..."

“Roll onto your side.” He whispers, kissing you sweetly, voice so quiet it’s barely audible, and you oblige.

It’s when you’re lying on your left you feel his weight shift on the bed behind you, his warm hand carefully gripping your knee and lifting it in the air to give himself more room. Soon enough you feel the tip of his cock align with your slick entrance, he coats himself with some of it before slowly pushing himself inside. Your mouth falls open again, a content sigh escaping you when every inch is stuffed in your walls, you feel so full, so relieved yet still so frustrated all at once.

“You’re so beautiful…” He hums, adjusting his position until he’s right behind you, still holding your leg up in place. “So, so beautiful.”

“Please Kook…” You whimper shamelessly, pushing your hips back onto him.

“Don’t worry baby I’ve got you.” He kisses your shoulder, withdrawing himself almost entirely before pushing back in. It’s slow, very slow, intimate and almost docile. He’s fucking into you at a languid pace, keeping a steady rhythm that has you both breathing heavy and whispering profanities.

He replaces his hand on the bend of your knee with his forearm, dipping his fingers between your legs to massage your clit, just as leisurely as he’s making love to you.

“Oh-,” You exhale, a breathy groan betraying you, “Don’t stop, please… Don’t stop.” You beg him with tiny whispers, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

Jungkook’s eyes are fluttered shut, kiss-swollen lips ajar, brows pinched ever so slightly as if he’s really concentrating on the feeling of what he’s doing to you. It’s when his tongue darts out to wet his lips that his shiny eyes slowly open, catching yours instantly. He smiles, breathing heavier and rubbing your sensitive area a little harder – never picking up the pace.

“Please don’t stop...” You repeat with a sigh, the familiar pang of heat beginning to envelop every nerve in your body.

He kisses your shoulder again, rolling his hips into you deeper with each thrust, being sure not to knock your stomach with his hand. “I don’t think I can,” He stifles a chesty moan by biting his lip, “I want you too much to stop.”

The combination of his lazy thrusts and inked fingers rubbing your clit has you close to reaching your peak, you’re quietly panting for air when your body grows even warmer than before. It’s when Kook’s shallow breaths turn to hushed grunts and groans that he pushes himself inside even deeper, filling you up to the brim all while sloppily massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Jungkook…” You whine, chewing your lip to keep quiet. “Right there, shit, right there…”

“Mmmmph,” He hisses, feeling your walls beginning to tighten, “Come for me baby, wanna feel you c-come.” His words lost to the sound of a guttural moan escaping your lips, spilling into your hands that try to conceal the noise when you come intensely and seemingly out of nowhere, walls pulsating and throbbing around his thick cock.

“Shit shit shit shit…” Jungkook exhales shakily, gripping your hip to drag you back further onto his length. “Gonna come, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face into your shoulder when his own orgasm reaches his peak and he spurts strings of hot come deep inside you, occasionally thrusting back into you to ride out his high.

With a bit of effort he pulls out of you with a breathy chuckle, falling back-first onto the bed before snaking his arms round your middle and pulling you close. You feel as though a huge weight has been lifted from your body, all your muscles soft and wobbly with post-orgasm bliss when you curl up against Jungkook’s strong chest, to which he plants a sweet kiss to your temple and sighs.

“Get some sleep,” He hums, hand reassuringly rubbing the spans of your torso, “Big day tomorrow, or today… What time is it?”

But you don’t answer him, sleep having finally come easy to you now that you’ve been taken care of. Jungkook laughs tiredly, smoothing out your hair before softly kissing your head, attempting to succumb to his own slumber that was so rudely interrupted by your whimpers and the dull vibrations of the bullet he hates so much.

Pregnancy is wild.

--

“What if it’s two boys?” Seol grins from the chair at the far end of Dr Kim’s purple office, “It’ll be four boys to one girl at home.”

Oh god, truthfully you hadn’t thought of that. You’ll be outnumbered to say the least, and as discovered with Seol potty training boys can be somewhat difficult… And he was only one baby. Your eyes widen, mouth turning dry as Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightens. You’re both looking at the screen expectantly, Dr Kim pressing the medical device into your rounded abdomen to get a better look of the babies.

“I don’t think I could put up with four of you,” You snicker, playfully rolling your eyes, “You two are demanding enough as it is.” Despite Seol being thirteen now he is in fact quite the mommy’s boy, and now that you and Jungkook are back together he too is very needy for your attention. It’s nice though, it’s a lot nicer than things used to be between you both that’s for sure. You wouldn't change this for the world.

“I take it you’re hoping for two baby girls?” Dr Kim asks with a genuine, dimpled grin. Over the course of your pregnancy you’ve grown very fond of Dr Kim, especially since your HG diagnosis. He always checks in on you, never gets angry when Jungkook calls him at 3AM with concerns about your health. He’s just a great doctor, you feel safe in his presence and at this point you’d consider him to be more of a friend rather than a medical professional.

“Or just the one.” Jungkook beams, gnawing his lips anxiously, “One of each doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Well I can tell you that you won’t be blessed with a boy and a girl,” Dr Kim chuckles, “Babies are sharing the same sack meaning they’re identical. So they’re either both girls or both boys.”

Jungkook’s grip on your hand is strong enough for you to frown, wincing slightly. He’s so nervous bless his soul. It’s no secret that he wants to be a girl-dad, even when you were pregnant with Seol he hoped for a girl – longing for a daughter to protect and father, to braid her hair, hold her hand, support her dreams and show her the ways of the world and be her number one fan when she takes it by storm.

Of course he wasn’t disappointed with how things worked out in the end, he loves having a son now, someone to talk to about Marvel superheroes and arm wrestle with. Seol and Jungkook are one of the same, like they’ve been copied and pasted and their bond is unbreakable, they may be father and son but they're also best friends.

However you know that Kook longs for something different, a new parenting experience, and the way his features have washed pale and clammy is just a reminder of how much he’s really hoping for a baby girl. Well, two baby girls.

“We’ll be happy either way.” You smile, glancing at Jungkook who hasn’t stopped sweating or attempting to break your hand since you laid down on the doctors bed.

Kook nods in agreement, though his profile is still crumpled with anxiety, “Right… As long as they’re healthy.”

“Well everything looks good, heartbeats are perfect, babies are as big as they should be things look to be in order and healthy.” Dr Kim smiles, brows raising when he catches sight of something on the monitor you and Jungkook are clearly not noticing, “So would you like to know the gender now? Or we can have it put in an envelope for you to open privately, or we actually sell confetti cannons at the reception if you’re having a gender reveal—”

“Now.” Jungkook’s leg bounces impatiently, “We’d like to know now please.” He lifts your entwined hands to his lips, kissing your fingers gently.

“Y/N?” Dr Kim eyes you cautiously, making sure, “You’re sure you’d like to know?”

“Yes.” You nod quickly, heart racing in your chest which is comically obvious on one of the monitors hooked up to your fingertip. “We’d like to know now please, Seol come over and see!”

Dr Kim uses his right index finger to point to the screen, truthfully the image is nothing more than fuzziness and uncertainty to you, but you can make out the tiny faces that are looking to each other. One baby has their hand up displaying what looks to be a peace sign with their two exceptionally small fingers and you, Jungkook and Seol all laugh.

"That's my girl." Kook gasps, eyes big and rounded with astonishment.

"Or boy." Seol adds, taking pictures of the babies on his phone.

“Okay so do you see this here? This is baby number one’s pelvis,” The Dr is pointing at the screen, Seol is squinting at the image equally as confused as you but Jungkook seems to catch onto something you don’t, his grip loosening.

“Is that… A penis?” He says somewhat sheepishly, disappointment evident in his words.

At this Dr Kim bites back laughter, nose scrunching, “Not quite, that’s baby number two’s foot.”

“Oh.” Kook exhales, and you can’t help but snort. “I don’t see anything…”

“Exactly.” Dr Kim nods, a knowing grin pulling his plump lips when he continues to point at the screen, circling one area, “This is where baby’s penis would be, if she had one.”

Jungkook’s chin quivers, not once does he look away from the television, nor can he stop smiling, “She?” He asks for confirmation, doe-eyes glassy and swimming in emotions.

“She.” The Dr nods again, a heartfelt smile warming his features, “Congratulations mom and dad, you have two healthy baby girls on the way.”

You and Seol share a loving look, “I’m gonna have two little sisters! I can beat up their boyfriends and teach them karate!” He exclaims proudly, “Can I name one of them? That one will be my favourite—”

“That’s not how that works you can’t have a favourite Seol.” You roll your eyes with a giggle, using your free hand to hold your sons.

But to Jungkook your conversation fades to white noise, his heart is racing, grin stretching from ear-to-ear, he’s not sure if he’s even blinked since the revelation was made. He’s going to have two beautiful baby girls, two daughters, two tiny loves of his life to raise and protect. His chest bursts with pride, tears cascading down the skin of his cheeks. He tries to wipe them away with his jacket sleeve but it’s no use, he’s fucking sobbing, breath catching in his throat, vision blurred.

Everything is perfect.

Jungkook grunts. He regrets not allowing the doorman or his driver, Taehyung, to help him lug the car seat to his car. With a baby on his hip and his backpack slung on his back, he grunts again as he lifts the car seat into the car after opening the car door. It’s not until he’s gently settling his baby girl into the seat that he realizes it would have been easier if he’d had her strapped up and ready to go beforehand. Oh well, the deed was done and his baby was secure in his car. 

Next time, Jungkook would have someone help him if he needed it. However, he felt the safest driving when it came to Aeri. 

Music plays softly in the car, a kid-friendly version of his favorite songs. They’re pitchy and mildly annoying but he wanted his daughter to only be exposed to kid-friendly music and environments. He knew you’d poke fun but he didn’t want the first word your daughter said to be fuck, like his nephew’s. Okay, that may have been his fault but that was neither here nor there.

“Come on, sweet girl,” Jungkook smiles at his baby, who coos and kicks her feet as she waits for him to unbuckle her. For a moment he debates grabbing the stroller out of the trunk, a fancy contraption he’d seen upon joining a few new parent groups on Facebook. It had proved to be worth the money though. 

In his bag, Jungkook had the new Moby wrap he’d been practicing with and although he didn’t trust his skills enough to have Aeri in it, he felt safe having it with him. The pair would only be popping in for a short lunch before heading to the park. With that in mind, he decides to forgo the stroller. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon and Little Aeri,” the security guard at your building greets him, waving at the nine-month-old on his hip. Jungkook lifts Aeri’s hand gently, waving back. 

“Hello,” Jungkook smiles, nodding as he carries his baby to the elevator. He stops to scan his fingerprint so the elevator will allow him inside. 

The elevator is pristine, the mirrored wall behind him captures his daughter’s attention. Her gleeful squealing makes him chuckle as he makes faces at her to keep her giggling. 

When the elevator comes to a stop on his floor, he waits for the doors to open before he walks out. Immediately, he’s greeted with a large white desk, your assistant, Eliza, rising from her chair as if it were on fire when she spots him. 

“Mr. Jeon!” She exclaims, surprised, despite him showing up with his baby in tow for the last 7 months since you’ve been back at work. Nevertheless, Jungkook smiles and greets her kindly, after all, both worked under you for years, including that brief stint when Jungkook was your second assistant during your pregnancy. 

“We’re popping in for lunch,” Jungkook informs her as he readjusts his daughter, who’s tugging at the strands of hair that have spilled from his bun. He quirks his head to the side, hoping Aeri won’t be able to reach. He can feel the wet strands on his neck, grimacing when he realizes she’d put them in her mouth. A toothy, droopy smile greets him when he looks down at her. Her eyes are a mirror of his own as she coos, upset about not reaching his inky locks anymore. 

“Should I get the playpen set up?” Eliza asks as she resists the urge to coo at the infant.

“I don’t think we’ll need it today, Liza,” Jungkook thanked her, raising his daughter's hand to wave as they went around the desk to your door.

“Knock, knock,” Jungkook calls, waiting for your response before he opens your door. You smile brightly, rising from your desk chair as you see your loving husband and precious daughter standing in the entryway. Jungkook holds Aeri with both hands, one under her diapered butt and the other on her back that’s clad in a pink and black leopard print top. You chuckle, shaking your head. 

“No matching outfits today, babe?” You ask as you round the desk, opening up your arms to take Aeri as Jungkook shuts the door. He sets his backpack down on the couch a few feet away, it’s heavy, and filled it with all the essentials he needs when he leaves the house with Aeri. Today, it’s stuffed with 2 sets of outfits for his daughter, one for him  (he made the mistake of going out one day and burped her without a burp cloth and got milk on his shirt in public), burp cloths, diapers, baby rash cream, pacifiers, bottles, hats, socks, a sweater, water bottle, blanket, a swimsuit, sunscreen, glasses, and a diaper changing pad. He was sure he was missing some essentials, but for a run to your office and the park after, he thought he was set. Besides, in his trunk, he carried a backup bag with even more stuff he thought he’d need. 

“No, not today. My pink leopard top is in the wash,” he jokes, sticking his tongue out at you. 

“What a shame,” you laugh as you kiss your daughter’s head. “That would have been nice to see.”

Jungkook grins, eyes sparkling prettily. “We’re going to the park after lunch if she’s awake.”

“Ooh, baby’s got a busy day,” you grin at your child, who babbles as she reaches for your earrings. You move your head back, moving out of her reach and chuckling when she misses. “Oh no you don’t, little miss. You nearly gauged my ear last time.”

Jungkook chuckles, his earrings were never off-limits to his daughter but boy, when she tugged on them when he wasn’t paying attention, it made him cry out a little. He could stand to get his hair pulled now and then because she was curious, but the earrings were a definite no. 

“How’s your day been?” Jungkook asks as he relaxes on the couch, his head falling back into the plush gray cushion. He could easily fall asleep right here. 

You sigh, shifting your daughter as you get comfortable beside your husband. Your daughter crawls over into his lap, and Jungkook’s eyes pop open, ready and in dad mode. 

“My meeting this morning was a disaster. They weren’t ready at all and when I inquired about their marketing capabilities, they all froze. I rescheduled for next week. Hopefully, they’ll be ready by then. I got to pump though and I’ll have Eliza pack it up for you when you go home. You have that cooler in the car?” Jungkook nods as his daughter fists his shirt, drooling on her hand that she’s put in her mouth. Jungkook reaches for his bag, opening a small pocket to take out a wet wipe. He cleans his daughter’s hand before Aeri is crawling to her mother. 

With open arms you greet her, hands running through her short black hair. Jungkook tied a bit of it into a palm tree. It looks adorable, and it’s all that can be tied up. You hope her hair will grow more so you can brush it like your mother would do to yours, although you’ll be more gentle, not needing your head pulled this way and that as she told you to sit still. 

“Food should be here any minute. I got your favorite,” you say, smiling as Aeri tugs on your shirt. “Hungry?” 

Aeri looks up at you, tugging as she drools on herself. You hold her in your lap with one hand, the other unclasping the buttons of your blouse. There’s a knock on the door and Jungkook rises to answer it, thanking Eliza for the cart of food he’s rolled in. He shuts and locks the door after, giving you privacy to feed your daughter. 

“She’s going to be tuckered out,” Jungkook notes as Aeri clasps on, her hand on your chest as you gently shift her. Jungkook moves the cart closer to the couch, allowing you to pick and choose off the different plates in front of you. He sits beside you, helping you switch Aeri to your other breast. 

With sleepy eyes, Aeri continues to eat, nodding off until she can’t keep her eyes open any longer. Jungkook chuckles, I guess we’ll reschedule the park.”

Once your daughter has fallen asleep, Jungkook takes her from your arms so you can button your shirt and eat your lunch. He coos softly when Aeri stirs, holding his breath as she settles and she curls up in his arms with her thumb in her mouth. He hopes she won’t bite it with the few teeth she has. 

“I wish I could go home with you two,” you sigh as you place your hand on Aeri’s little head, careful not to move her little palm tree-looking hairdo. “But I have a meeting with Going at three, then I need to run some reports and have Eliza give me a brief of the schedule tomorrow.”

“Will you be home for dinner?” Jungkook asks as he finishes his lunch. His nose scrunches when he looks at his daughter, she needs a diaper change. 

“I should be. I’ll call if I can’t,” you assure him as Aeri stirs and wakes up crying. 

“Diaper,” Jungkook chuckles as he rocks Aeri with one arm while reaching for his bag with the other. 

“I’ll get it,” you tell him but he shakes his head.

“You need to finish eating, babe.”

“I’ll eat after. I’ve got it, Koo.” Jungkook relents, handing over Aeri as he takes the changing pad out of his bag, unfolding it on the couch before he’s fishing in his bag for diapers and wipes. He hands you a hand sanitizing wipe and you wipe your hands clean after laying Aeri on the mat. Jungkook distracts her, blowing kisses and making silly faces to make her giggle and gurgle. You miss the days where she couldn’t roll over and wriggle when you changed her but seeing her so chubby and smiley made your heart warm. 

You look at Jungkook, your heart swelling with adoration. He was such a good father, loved your daughter so much, from the moment you found out you were expecting. He was eager, but nervous as he read book after book and attended every parenting class he could with you. Lamaze classes, documentaries, and even interviews with family members who had children were all done in preparation for your little girl. Of course, Jungkook excelled in parenting, you knew he would. You wondered if your daughter would resent you for not being there as much as her father. You hoped not. You hoped she’d understand but for now, you push those worries away and get to the task at hand. 

You easily change her diaper with Jungkook distracting Aeri. Pulling her shorts back up and rising to wash your hands in your bathroom as Jungkook sets Aeri on the floor after moving the food cart out of her reach. She sits, confused as she looks around. She’d been here plenty of times before but now she’s curious, wanting to explore your office as you walk back to Jungkook, sitting on the arm of the couch. His hand is placed on top of yours, lacing your fingers together, smiling bashfully when your lips plant a kiss on his wedding ring. 

“Oh, look! Kook!” You exclaim as Aeri grabs the couch, pulling herself up with her chubby little arms and her legs with lots of rolls shake as she makes herself stand. She’s drooling, cooing as she looks over at the both of you before she plops back onto her diapered butt and turns around to crawl to you. 

Tears brim in your eyes as you watch her crawl to you, using Jungkook’s jeans to pull herself upright again. 

Aeri leaves a spot of drool on his knee, which makes Jungkook chuckle at the darkened denim as she moves toward you and grips your skirt. 

“Oh, my sweet girl! You’re growing so fast!” You gush, kissing her cheek as you sit on your husband’s lap. 

“How about we have another?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you elbow him in the stomach.  “Oof!”

Aeri giggles at his expression, her tiny pudgy hands reaching for him to squish his cheeks together. She gurgles, clapping her hands and moving on to reach for his hair. Jungkook pulls back, not wanting his hair to unravel from the hair tie. 

“I was joking,” he says after catching his breath. His large palm rubs your back in circles. “Besides, staying home with her is an adventure all on its own. I’d like more time with her before we have another little mini-me.”

“All our kids are gonna look like you, aren’t they?” You ask as you take in your daughter’s features, almost an exact replica of Jungkook. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Jungkook pokes your cheek, his wedding ring catching your attention. It makes your heart flutter. He was yours. 

“It’s a wonderful thing, Mr. Jeon. A marvelous thing,” you smile, turning to press your lips to his ever so gently. Jungkook kisses you back eagerly, wanting to deepen the kiss until his arm moves and Aeri grabs at it. 

“Later,” he whispers promisingly. He looks at Aeri, the stars in his eyes glittering magically. Your chest is full with warmth looking at him, biting your tongue to push back the tears that fill your eyes. 

Jungkook kisses your cheek, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder as you hold Aeri tighter, kissing her forehead.  Moments like these would always be treasured in your heart. Soft moments in your busy world where only the three of you existed. A happy little family of three. You wouldn’t change it for the world. 

1. Throwing the blankets from your body and rushing to the bathroom, you drop to your knees and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You expect Jungkook to follow you shortly after. Despite the fact that he sleeps like he’s in a coma, he’s always attentive to your absence in bed. However, you never hear the sounds of his footsteps padding toward the ensuite bathroom.

You watch as the evidence of the secret you’re keeping from Jungkook is flushed down the drain. The walk back to bed reveals that Jungkook was seemingly never there in the first place. In your haste to get to the bathroom, you didn’t even pause to consider him.

Walking out into the hall, you see the colored LED lights on in his game room. Opening the door and seeing Bam, who’s sleeping soundly on his blanket by Jungkook’s feet, you glance past the cute overgrown puppy to see Jungkook sitting in his gaming chair. He’s playing some game, the name of which you have no idea, headphones over his ears directing his full attention to the screen.

You walk further into the room and lightly run your fingers through his hair, and after a slight jump he turns his head into your hand slightly. Just enough to show you he wants you to continue, but not enough to take his attention away from the screen. After a light kiss behind his ear, goosebumps start to rise on the back of his neck. He turns his head to regard you in the led red led lights of his game room,

‘What are you doing up,’ he mutters softly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere that has made its way through the apartment.

You look into his eyes: the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. The slightest change in his eyebrows shows that he knows you’re thinking something over. Giving you a reassuring smile, he turns back to the screen, pauses his game, and takes his headphones off. After, he turns his chair around to give his full attention. Pulling you into his lap and placing his hands on your hips, he places a kiss on your forehead before lightly asking,

‘What’s going on in that pretty little head, love?’

Pulling back slightly to look into his eyes, you consider the ramifications of what you need to tell him. Sighing and grabbing his hand you look into his eyes,

‘I’m pregnant’ you whisper.

He freezes underneath your legs. You think he’s going to say everything you’ve been afraid of, but all you hear is the slight waiver to his voice as he says,

‘Really?’

Pulling your eyes from their downcast position, you look up to see tears pooling in his eyes.

‘Yeah, really.’ you laugh, ‘you’re happy about this?’

The tears have started to fall as he looks into your eyes, ‘how could I not be happy? I’m gonna have a baby with the woman I love most in the world.’

You reach up to lightly wipe the tears from under his eyes just as tears have started to fall from your own.

‘I was scared you’d be upset.’ you whisper. It’s then that the serene atmosphere around the two of you shatters. He pauses and looks at you,

‘Do you not want to have a baby?’ he stops for a moment, ‘Love, just know this. There’s nothing more that I want in this world than to have a family with you, but,’ he pauses and swallows, ‘I’ll support whatever decision you want to make.’ His statement ends in a whisper.

It's then that you see the uncertainty in his eyes. You think back to a few moments before, when he was so excited. Why you ever questioned his reaction, you don’t know. The most amazing man in the world sitting in front of you right now.

You place your hands on his cheeks, making sure to look directly into his eyes, ‘I want to have a baby with you Jungkookie.’ you whisper with a smile on your face.

That smile that you love so much appears on your face as he leans in to kiss you sweetly. Lips moving against yours and conveying all of his emotions.

‘I love you so much,’ he whispers. Then he looks down at your stomach and raises a shaky hand to place on your lower abdomen, ‘And I love you so much little peach,’ he lets out a tearful laugh again before reaching up to kiss you once more.

He wraps your legs around his waist and stands up. Carrying you to the bedroom, his lips never let up except to whisper sweet words of affirmation.

And if he spends the rest of the night, alternating between tearfully kissing you and your baby, who could blame him.

2. There’s nothing in particular that causes the rise to consciousness this time. Perhaps it's the loss of warmth, the lack of arms around your waist, or maybe it's the absence of the hand that is glued to your growing baby bump. You turn over fully to examine his side of the bed. His phone isn’t on his night stand, and the sheets are tossed back from where he’s normally cocooned in them.

Rising from bed and pausing at the edge, you rub a hand over your belly before standing up to search for your lover. A quick peek into his game room shows that he’s not up late gaming–a habit he’s been laying off in favor of spending time in bed talking to his baby. Walking quietly toward the living room, you see the lamp on and a quiet noise coming from the TV. It’s basically muted, but turned up just enough for it to not be silent in the living room. His head is resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed, and hand gently petting Bam. Rounding the couch, you plop down next to him, interrupting the serene atmosphere he had created. No words need to be spoken between the two of you right now; he lifts his arm and pulls you against his chest. Legs are thrown over his lap, and as if magnetized, his hand finds its way to your baby bump again.

Sitting in silence for a while with your head resting in the crook of his neck, the two of you allow that same atmosphere to develop again.

It’s obvious there’s something on his mind, but it’s better to let him come to you about it rather than pressuring him to say what’s going on in that beautiful brain of his.

He sighs heavily and quietly voices his insecurities, ‘What if I’m not a good dad?’

This is the first time you’re hearing this from him. At all other times he’s been taking on the beginning challenges of parenthood with a bright smile and even brighter eyes. But, classic Jungkook, he’s never convinced he’s good enough. What if he isn’t good enough for Army? What if he isn’t good enough for BTS? What if he isn’t good enough for his family? You? And now the baby?

You’ve talked him down from all of these concerns before, but when you’ve grown up the way he has, there’s always a million insecurities that arise when his whole life is picked apart by the public.

‘You’re ridiculous,’ you whisper. ‘You’re going to be the best dad ever. I can see it just from the way you love a baby you can’t even hold yet.’

That’s the thing with Jungkook. When he loves, he loves with his whole heart. He never does anything halfheartedly, and parenthood is just the same. You tell him so, but his eyes still look a little uncertain.

Turning to make sure you’re looking directly at him, ‘Jungkook, do you love our peach?’

‘Of course I do but–’ you cut him off.

‘Ah, ah, ah, stop right there. You love peach, and that’s all we could ever ask for.’ You say, punctuating the statement with a soft kiss.

‘How could I not love our little baby?’ He asks.

And that’s all you need to hear before kissing him again, ‘That’s what’s going to make you the best dad. Your undying love for our baby before you’ve even met them.’

He looks at you again before attaching his lips to yours, thumbs still rubbing the side of your belly–right over where his peach is growing. It’s his silent way of telling you thank you–the way he always conveys his apologies.

‘Let’s go to bed, baby.’ you step off the couch pulling his hand with you. He wraps his arms around you from behind and places his chin on top of yours as you both slowly make your way toward the bedroom.

‘Don’t think I’m gonna forget about you letting Bam on the couch just because you’re extra cuddly,’ you say as you’re getting into bed.

‘Shhh baby, you’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.’ He shushes you, and once again his hands find their way back to their rightful place where he can hold his love and his peach.

3. Waking up in bed alone has recently become a regular occurrence. Jungkook, despite sleeping like the dead at all other times, wakes up to the sound of your daughter’s cries before you do. Nabi has him completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Deciding that she might be hungry, and he might be trying to appease her, you make your way out of bed toward your daughter’s nursery. Her crib is still in your shared room, so why he’s made his way to her nursery, you’re not sure.

As you approach the door that is ajar, you halt in your tracks as you see him sitting in your rocking chair, singing softly to his daughter, while pressing her against his shirtless chest. The arm covered in tattoos holds tightly to her while the blank canvas of his other hand is supporting her head.

He looks at her like she hung the stars in the sky, and to him—she did. Jungkook has always loved kids, but he never knew he could love someone so much. The second he heard her tiny cries he knew that everything had changed for him. There’s this tiny human that depends on him now, and he couldn’t be more willing to bend to her every cry.

You don’t recognize the song he’s singing, but it sounds lovely. Gently opening the door a little bit more, he looks up as he catches the movement from his peripherals. You smile at him–heart doing that funny little dance it does when it sees him.

‘How’s our Nabi,’ you ask quietly, mindful not to wake your sleeping baby.

‘Perfect as always,’ he says, ‘Just a little stinky.’ he laughs quietly.

‘Are you gonna put her back in her crib so we can go to bed?’ you ask, running your hand through his hair lightly.

‘In a minute,’ he whispers, ‘I don’t wanna let her go yet.’

‘You have your whole life to hold her, love.’ you reassure quietly.

‘I know,’ he says, ‘but you never know, and I just wanna cherish these moments.’

Looking back you should’ve questioned his words more, but after a few moments when he puts his daughter to bed in the crib next to your bed and makes his way to the comfort of your sheets with you in tow, any questioning thoughts leave your head as sleep takes over.

4. Since the birth of your daughter, it seems like he finds different reasons to leave bed in the middle of the night. Ever the night owl, it’s not very surprising that he seems to enjoy doing random things in the early hours of the morning. It’s becoming a bit of a habit of his–always has been but now it's worse. Except now you don’t find him furiously punching keys and yelling into a headset. He’s most always taking care of his Nabi, or working through the hours of the night so he can have more time in the day to spend with her. It’s only been a month since she was born, but oftentimes you wake up without him.

The difference this time is he’s still in the room. He’s sitting on the floor gently rocking your daughter’s bassinet while watching her.

He must hear the rustling of the sheets when you sit up because he turns his head toward you and throws you a smile over his shoulder.

‘Did Nabi wake up?’ you ask softly.

‘No.’ he says simply. He continues rocking her bassinet. Bam is laying next to him, head propped on his dad’s thigh as he, too, watched your baby.

‘Why’re you up then, love?’

‘I just wanted to see her.’ He says shyly, most likely because he’s aware that his behavior is slightly abnormal.

You don’t find it strange though, oftentimes finding yourself staring at your daughter in wonder of how someone so perfect could grace your presence. Your heart swells a bit with the love you have for the man in front of you. You climb over the bed toward where he’s sitting, and place your hand on his shoulders,

‘I can’t believe you ever questioned if you’d be a good dad or not.’ You tell him with a smile.

‘Sometimes I still wonder, but Nabi is helping me learn how to keep her safe.’ he whispers, eyes still glued to his daughter.

‘It looks like Bam is helping too,’ you laugh, looking at the doberman who hasn’t taken his eyes off of your daughter since she first came home.

‘He’s gonna protect her when I’m not here.’ Jungkook says quietly.

‘Well, come back to bed when you’re done admiring, love. Don’t stay up too long.’ you say before kissing the back of his head and crawling back to bed. And a few seconds later the familiarity of his arms lulls you back to. sleep.

5. The next time you wake up without Jungkook, Nabi is still soundly asleep in her bassinet. You’re about to get out of bed to search for Jungkook when you recognize the sound of the shower running from the ensuite bathroom.

You’re about to let him take his weird midnight shower and go back to sleep when you hear a muffled moan from the bathroom.

Sex is something the two of you haven’t indulged in since before Nabi was born. Namely because you’re not allowed to yet. You miss falling apart beneath his fingers, tongue, and cock. Bringing him pleasure is probably one of your favorite things to do. The sounds he lets out, the words of affirmation he mutters, and the faces of indescribable euphoria he makes as pleasure overtakes him.

You throw the cover back and make your way to the bathroom. You can see the outline of his body through the glass shower door. He has one hand pressed against the wall, and the other is rapidly stroking his erection. He’s standing beneath the water–long dark hair pushed away from his face showing off his furrowed brows and the way he’s biting his lip in an attempt to contain his moans.

After stripping off your clothes as quietly as possible, you slide the shower door open, and that’s when he notices you. Water is cascading down his bare chest and as your eyes make their way farther down his body, you see his long, hard cock. Almost painfully red at the tip with veins running up and down the length of him. Despite your entrance, the pace on his cock never faltered.

Placing your hand on his wrist, you stop his movements to replace your hand with his own. He lets out an inhumane sound and throws his head back once you start stroking him; you haven’t touched him since before the birth of your daughter, and it’s definitely long overdue.

‘Yeah, jagi, your hand always feels better than mine does, fuck.’ he stutters out.

Your other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, and he can’t help the noise that leaves him. He spreads his legs a little further to encourage your soft tugging on his sac.

You take a moment to get down onto your knees, and before you start up your ministrations again you look up at him. He has that look in his eyes, loving with something else underlying. You put your thoughts aside for the moment and focus on pleasing the love of your life. While your hand continues it’s pace, you place soft kisses the little trail of hair that leads to his aching cock.

Licking a stripe from the bottom of his cock all the way to the head before swirling your tongue around the head and liciking up the droplet of precum he lets out a, ‘fuck yeah.’

His hand finds its way to the back of your hair just as you take his head into your mouth. While bobbing your head up and down your hand resumes a twisting motion to the places you can’t reach–not quite warmed up enough to deep throat.

His hips start to twitch a little bit, and you can tell he’s trying to keep from thrusting into your mouth. Taking your hand from the base of his cock and resting both hands on his thighs, you look up at him expectantly.

‘Are you sure, love?’ he asks

You give a hard suck to the head of his cock and a quick squeeze to his thighs to let him know that you’re ready.

‘Fuck, okay, yeah I got it,’ he mutters before placing both of his hands on the side of your head. He starts off with a gentle thrust into your mouth, and pauses,

‘Fuck, babe, I forgot how good this feels.’ He starts up again, and you’re reminded of the one time in life when he’s talkative–when he’s about to cum. He’s mumbling praises before he pauses and pulls out of your mouth. Taking his length in his hand and tapping the tip against your tongue he murmurs, ‘Can’t believe I forgot how good this mouth is. I’m not gonna last long, Baby.’

He pushes his cock into your mouth again and picks up the speed of his thrusts.

After a moment, he slows and thrusts all the way into your mouth until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. Breathing through your nose with tears stinging your eyes you look up at him to see his furrowed brows and open mouth–his silent way of telling you he’s close. You start to hollow your cheeks the best you can and he lightly thrusts–cock never fully leaving the confines of your throat, ‘I’m gonna cum, love. I’m gonna cum down your throat.’ He’s panting at this point, and you look right into his eyes to convey your consent.

He’s letting out short breaths to accompany the shallow thrusts of his hips, and all of the sudden he’s pushing all the way down your throat. With a deep groan from above you, you feel his cum start to unload into your throat. You reach up tug on his balls to help him through his orgasm, and his hips stutter lightly as a result.

He pulls his length out of your mouth allowing you to swallow completely, and when you’re trying to catch your breath he takes the head of his cock and rubs it along your bottom lip–smearing a bead of cum all over like chapstick.

Your tongue pokes out to lick your lips and get another taste of him before he’s reaching down and pulling you up to kiss you. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, and he tastes himself on your tongue.

You pull away panting, ‘Ready to go to bed?’ You smile at him sweetly.

He looks at you for a moment before reaching behind him and shutting the water off, ‘I love you,’ he whispers.

A man of few words, but those are the ones that mean the most to you, ‘I love you too.’

6. When you wake up the next time, there are no moans from the shower and there’s nothing to do with Nabi. There are no noises from anywhere that you can identify. Bam is sitting by the base of the bassinet eyes peeked open at your from across the room.

Once again, you make your way through the house to find him sitting in the kitchen at the island. He has a glass of water (or so you assume) and he’s doing nothing but scrolling through his phone reading an article.

Earlier in the day, a fan had followed him home and into the elevator of your apartment complex. Since the comeback a few months before Nabi was born, the attention on the band has increased tenfold–something you didn’t know was possible. With that increased success, however, comes increased negative attention as well. The boys have been hiring more security to crack down on the amount of people following them around.

Jungkook has become even more stressed as a result, and after today's incident he’s hired more security to sit outside the apartment all day long.

Walking up to him in the kitchen, you sit across from him. He looks up at you and that’s when you see the tears in his eyes. Before you can even ask what’s wrong he’s spitting out angrily, ‘they were so fucking close to you and Nabi. I don’t even know how to think straight; I’m so angry.’ You can see the frustration building by the tension in his shoulders.

‘Hey,’ you let out softly, ‘Nabi and I are safe. You’re safe. That’s all that matters. Whoever that was wouldn’t have gotten in anyway. Everything is okay.’ you say. And that’s when Jungkook blows up, ‘It’s not okay! It’s not okay for someone to follow me home and potentially hurt my family.’ He shouts.

You’re surprised to say the least; it’s rare that he raises his voice.

‘It’s not fair to you and Nabi to have to go through all of this because of me.’ He’s tearing up again.

‘Hey,’ you start, ‘this isn’t your fault, Jungkook. You didn’t ask for this.’ You say softly.

He lays his head on his arms resting on the island, and that’s when the full on sobs start. You walk around the island and gently stroke his back and hair while whispering affirming words to him.

When he calms down a little he looks at you again, ‘If I never came into your life you wouldn’t have to deal with this.’ he says softly.

You grab his chin and tilt his head up, ‘If you had never come into my life we would’ve never brought that beautiful little girl in the other room into this world, and no amount of drama will ever make me regret that. Nothing will ever make me regret you, Jeon Jungkook. You and that baby are the best things that have ever happened to me; don’t ever question that again.’ You tell him sternly.

He’s still sniffling softly, but you can tell he’s still unsure.

‘Let’s go back to bed, baby’ you say while leading him to the room, ‘we can talk more in the morning.’

And if you stayed awake all night watching the love of your life toss and turn, who could blame you?

7. You’re not surprised when you wake up without him this time. Going to bed earlier than usual, the only surprise is that Nabi is peacefully sleeping in her bassinet and not in her Dad’s arms. On your way out of the room you can hear him talking with someone–presumably on the phone. You pause in the entrance to the living room, and watch as he paces back and forth across the length of the room.

He’s asking lots of questions–rapidly firing them so quickly that you don’t even catch any of them. When he catches your eye, he abruptly stops pacing.

‘I’ll call you back later. Thanks for letting me know, hyung.’ he says before hanging up the phone.

He waves you over to him, and the two of you sit next to each other on the couch. Your head is tucked under his chin, and he softly runs his hand up and down your arm. You can feel the tension in his body–he’s exuding stress,

‘I’m so sorry, jagi,’ he whispers before breaking down. You can feel the shaking of his shoulders as he tries to contain the sounds of his sobs.

You turn to him, ‘For what, love? You haven’t done anything.’ You reassure quietly.

‘It’s all my fucking fault. There’s some photographer who’s been watching our apartment and he has pictures of you and Nabi. He’s threatening to release them to the public and–’ he pauses, ‘and I’m just so fucking sorry.’

You take a moment to process everything he’s just told you before saying, ‘Jungkook, I’ve told you this before and I’ll tell you as many times as you need. None of this is your fault,’ you reassure.

‘I just can’t believe that there are pictures of the two of you in someone else’s hands. That’s terrifying Jagi.’ his voice fades into a whisper at the end.

‘Jungkook,’ you pause, ‘There’s nothing I can say to make this okay because it’s not.’ He looks down almost ashamed, ‘but it’s not your fault. Someone invaded our privacy–not just me and Nabi but yours too. Just because you’re an idol doesn’t mean people have a right to make every aspect of your life public.’

‘You’re not mad?’ He asks quietly.

‘Oh, I’m furious. But not at you. There’s nothing we can do about it right now, so let’s go to bed and think about this with clearer heads in the morning, okay?’

As the two of you lay in bed, Jungkook doesn’t shut his eyes for a while. There’s only one way he knows to rectify the situation.

9. This time when you wake up without Jungkook, it feels different. Looking around, Bam is stationed at his post beneath Nabi’s bed, but there are no signs of your boyfriend.

You walk into the hall, checking all of the rooms in the hall you see no sign of him before walking to the main area. The kitchen, living room, and dining room are all void of life. You begin to panic slightly while walking through the house trying to find him, but on your rounds you pass the kitchen. Stuck to the fridge by a magnet is a piece of paper. You shakily reach out to pull it off the fridge, and at the sight of ‘Dear Jagi’ at the top of the page, you already know in your heart what this is:

Dear Jagi,

Throughout this journey of becoming parents, you’ve always been there to reassure me. Through ups and downs and slight scares you’ve always been there. I told you there’s no way I couldn’t love our Nabi, and I realize that it’s scary how much this little human has a chokehold on my heart. I have no regrets about creating a beautiful life with you, Jagi. But what I would regret is not doing everything in my power to protect the two of you.

I have to leave. No matter how much it hurts right now, nothing will hurt more than if you two are unsafe because of me–you already are.

There’s no easy way to say goodbye. As much as I wanted to kiss you one last time, I knew you would’ve been the voice of reason you’ve always been and tried to convince me to come back to be with you. Trust me, there’s no place I’d rather be than in bed, in our home, with our baby, but as an idol, there are certain things I don’t get the luxury of any more. I guess that’s the price you pay for this job, and it sucks.

You and Nabi are the best things that have ever happened to me.

There’s no easy way to tell you what I’ve done, so I’ve written it down for you. But before I continue, I need you to know that you and Nabi are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you both so much, I can’t even put it into words. Jagi, thank you for giving me the two most precious things in my life. Thank you for loving me unconditionally despite all of my flaws, and thank you for bringing my daughter into this world. If you had told me years ago that I’d be with the most amazing girl in the world with an incredible daughter, I would’ve never believed you. I’m not sure what I did in my past life to have you both in my life, but I know that I don’t deserve you two.

You two didn’t ask for this, and I can’t force you to live through it. I love you Nabi. And Jagi, I love you too. I hope that one day you can pull me back into bed just like you always do, and I can’t wait to see the amazing little girl Nabi will become.

I love you.

Love,

Your Jungkook

Eunwoo was mumbling words and blabbering the whole time you were holding him on your lap as he just began to learn a few words recently, when you mumbled the last part "They don't give mommies and babies diplomatic passports you know, only daddies" now glancing to see Jungkook's reaction - which of course was rolling his eyes at you for bringing it up for the who knows what time this past few weeks since he's got the announcement the whole band was getting their passports. "You know this is just for this UN thing, and not some shopping spree... If I could I would've taken both of you along..." he sighs at the end of that. He knew you were just teasing him but at the same time, he still felt quite bad about leaving for a week and leaving you two back home. Eunwoo was born a couple months before the pandemic has started, and ever since it was always just the three of you together since the boys were not traveling anywhere. He's not used to leaving you for more than a day or two, let alone fly across the world for a week.

Eunwoo was then fussing around, wanting to get away from your grip and continue his tour around the room and you let him go "I know ... I'm just sad you're gonna be away Koo.... also a tiny bit jealous" you said softly, peering up to look at him with a tiny smirk on your face. truth be told you were mostly scared of staying by yourself now that you have a baby. You and Jungkook's relationship was going on for the past 4 years, so him traveling was nothing new for you. But now with a 2-year-old and a pandemic, you're kinda stressing over it. He then kneel in front of you and smiled while moving a piece of hair from your face "I'll be back before you know it, baby" kissing your forehead just after. "But not without some gifts from, New York" you said that last part with a dreamy sigh and sparks in your eyes, before pointing your tiny finger at him and glaring obviously very jealous.

Jungkook then stood up laughing at you, mumbling "I know, I know", then glancing over to Eunwoo who was just done playing with the fabrics of the dangling clothes around the room, and now signaling he's hungry "Nanas!" which clearly meant he was craving his favorite these days, bananas. Jungkook picked him up and planted kisses all over his face, soon both laughing and squealing together, while you were watching these two best pals enjoying each other, "What about you peanut? You're gonna take care of mommy when I'm gone huh? Are you going to be a good boy?" Jungkook now walking out of the closet and disappearing inside the room, while Jungwoo wrapped his tiny chubby hands around his father's neck asking for bananas again "Nanas dada!!".

The rest of the day was filled with just the three of you at home, packing and spending your day together. When evening came Jungkook was soon leaving for the airport and was getting ready and pulling his bags towards the entrance door. You were sitting on top of the kitchen island watching his every move when he finally walked towards you with a small smile. "You look so good in this Louis Vuitton," you said in a whine while wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he stood between your legs, when he smirked. While you sighed again with a pout "It's just a week baby" he said wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you two as close as he could and caressing your skin. "I know baby, it's just been so long since you went aboard.." you glanced for a second towards Eunwoo how was playing with his toys around the living room "what if I need you? Or if something happens or if I can't handle Eunwoo alone, and you're not here, and you're busy and can't answer you phone.." you said now panicking when he pulled your face towards his now mumbling against your lips "You're gonna be fine Y/N. You've got this. Just a week baby, then I'm back and we'll go somewhere special" kissing you softly now. "Plus I'm sure all the girls are not really happy staying home while we leave, so you'll have each other as well" knowing you were all so close with the rest of the boys' families and wives. "And if I'm not picking up and you need something urgent, you can always just call one of the staff.. But nothing's gonna go wrong baby. I promise". Kissing you again. you played with his hair, knowing he was probably right "I'm gonna miss you so much" still pouting but pulling him in for another sweet kiss while he kissed you back and mumbled as well "I know baby me too" pulling away now "But you'll be fine. You'll have fun together".

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard, his security signaling that it was his time to leave, he pulled away from you and went to grab Eunwoo from the floor and kissing his cheek softly. Setting Eunwoo on your lap so he was facing Jungkook, you wrapped your arms around his tiny body while he smiled at the both of you, before squeezing the three of you into a hug with Eunwoo in the middle and all of you giggling at the act. He pulled away and looked at the two of you with loving eyes "I love you guys so much" he said caressing Eunwoo's little face before leaving a few kisses along his face and Eunwoo was giggling again. Looking up at you, he caressed your face as well before pulling you into another sweet kiss, this time lingering a little bit longer. "Have a safe flight. Call me as soon as you get to your hotel, you hear me?" you said when he pulled away and he smiled before pecking your lips one last time and planting a kiss on top of Enwoo's head before pulling away from you guys "I will. I promise" he said while grabbing his backpack and adjusting it on. Some staff were then stepping in as he unlocked your house door for them, smiling slightly towards you while you smiled back at them. You slide off the kitchen island with your baby in hands just as his bags were being taken away "Say, bye daddy have a safe flight" you told Eunwoo and he waved his hand towards Jungkook "dada", "bye baby I love you two, be a good boy to mommy remember?" he kissed his small hand and pecked your lips one last time before stepping out with his security.

You sighed again with Eunwoo in your hands, the house now empty, the two of you looking at each other. "Well baby, you're stuck with mommy for a whole week" you squeezed his cheeks together, then he suddenly sneezed right at your face. "Aww baby thanks for that" you laughed "Now let's go take a bath before mommy starts crying because daddy's gone," you said realizing now that Jungkook's really gone now and it's just you two.

Later that night after putting Eunwoo to bed, while you were watching some TV in your living room, you started texting the other girls in your little group chat, all of you tearing up and laughing at the situation you're all in before going to bed.

Sprout @vhope - drabble 

Hickeys 101 @lavishedinjimin - stepfather (PLEASE ⚠ check the tags, it’s not for everyone); check all of their thirst-quenching drabbles and fics 😍

Dilf!JK drabbles @taesinferno 🌞

Daddy Day Care @anbojjk - just a drabble but so adorable 🌞

The Special Nine @mercurygguk - sweet Jungkook from pregnancy until baby 

Sacrifices @jiminiethot - on camera s*x 

@jungnoir drabbles/headcanon (they have other themes too, not all available on AO3) -  Isn’t She Lovely  + Milkshake 

@angelguk’s dad!jk drabbles 

drabble #1 - just like daddy (f) 

drabble #2 - petunia? petunia. (f)

drabble #3 - art sessions ft daddy’s tattoos (f)

drabble #4 - late night rewards (semi-m)

Almost dilf!koo:

babysitting / playing parent  @gwoongi ​  -  jeongguk and Y/N play Mom and Dad for a little bit. From the Lovely drabble series

of memes and moodswings @koosgrl ​ - boyfriend!koo preparing to be a daddy

Please check @ephemeralkookie jungkook fics too (Before You, etc) because I find them all dilf material 👀💦🥵. 

“Still! Stay still,” Aeri commands, yanking his head back hard, the act shattering the delicate fondness spreading through his chest. She got that from you too, her assertiveness.

He hums, allowing it because Aeri had seemed irritated today and this was the first activity that had somewhat calmed her down. But when the comb scraps against his tender scalp he has to speak up.

“Relax, my love. Daddy’s got a sensitive head, remember?” He adds a grimace for emphasis, gingerly trailing his fingers through his hair. Aeri freezes, her eyes wide as she recalls that information, a new consideration to put in place filling her head. You say she got that from him, how she blanks out when thinking, like her head needs a moment to absorb everything before it can decide the right course of action. 

Jeongguk just thinks it’s adorable. But then again, everything Aeri does is adorable to him.

She returns back to earth with a pout, grabbing a tiny portion of his hair up before slowly and gently sending the teeth of the comb through the strands. Jeongguk nearly laughs, the sound tickling up his throat. But Aeri gives the hair in her small hand a quick tug, frowning again.

“Still, daddy,” she mumbles. “It’s gonna be ugly if you move.”

“Okay, okay. Staying still.” Jeongguk resigns, accepting the will of his beloved daughter with a low hum. Which, judging by the look on your face when you float into the living room a handful of minutes later, was a grave mistake. 

You stifle a laugh (and fail) when your eyes land on the two of them; Aeri with her face screwed in concentration and Jeongguk looking borderline besotted.

“Looking handsome,” you comment, nudging his foot with yours as your stride into the kitchen—still giggling. Aeri beams, smile as blinding as the sun, while Jeongguk blinks dazedly at your towering figure. 

“Missy wanted a salon,” he offers. You hear her whine of protest as you yank open the fridge.

“Noooo! I wanted to make you look pwetty!” 

“And she’s succeeded,” you tack on, seizing some fruit from the fridge, grabbing a copious amount of strawberries in specific. Aeri has grown very fond of them since Taehyung started bringing them right from his farm for her. 

Jeongguk does not comment when you return, plates of cut fruit in hand. You nearly laugh again but Aeri is now standing before him, surveying her work with a satisfied smile tugging at her petal lips. The work in question is a beautiful chaotic mess of Jeongguk’s dark waves. They stand to attention in a manner that almost unnerves you, considering Aeri definitely did not have access to hairspray. Until your gaze stretches further back and you note the odd tangle of hair and hair ties coaxing your husband’s strands up. 

“He’s pretty, right?” Aeri turns to you, expectant. Jeongguk’s eyes follow softly, the whisper of a smile spreading through his face. He flourishes his hand around his head, displaying Aeri’s handiwork with adulation. You smile back, picking up a strawberry slice.