Finally decided to come on here and express the way i feel about your new series, after so long of trying to figure out how and where to even start
But it's so, so good. Gosh..the intensity of these emotions that you make me feel by reading this is just wow
It's so so heartbreaking. You have no idea how much I cried- LMAO. even though it's literally just the beginning
But it's just to show how fucking incredible your writings are.
Everything so far is perfect to me. I really admire your way of writing, the way you make it seem as though it's like irl..like, you get what I mean? The way you write this, is so good that it can even look like situations someone experiences irl. Without errors, without much exaggeration and stuff like that...I don't know how else to explain how good you came out with this
the CREATIVITY. my Lord. You're really good
I truly look forward to more (as I've been since the very beginning) and the many other things that are yet to be unfolded.
I hope you're doing well! 😚
Oh my gosh, thank you so much for taking the time to write this. Honestly, hearing that the story feels real is one of the biggest compliments I could receive. That’s always what I try to focus on, the little human moments, the messy emotions, the choices people make even when they’re not perfect. I don’t want the characters to feel like they’re just “good” or “bad,” but like actual people trying to survive their own feelings and mistakes.
And I’m sorry for making you cry (but also… a tiny bit happy that the emotions reached you 😂). The story is still only beginning, and there are so many layers that haven’t been revealed yet. I’m excited and nervous for everyone to see what’s coming because there’s still so much more behind these characters.
Thank you for trusting my writing and staying with the story from the start. I hope you continue enjoying the journey, and I hope you’re doing well too. 🤍
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I can’t help but feel like Mina broke the girl code. She knew her best friend had feelings for Jungkook, yet she started dating him anyway and kept it a secret for three months. That betrayal is what makes it so hard for me to sympathize with her. I wouldn’t wish what happened to her on anyone, but I do think her choices had consequences. For me, Y/N’s pain will always be the biggest factor because the hurt didn’t just come from Jungkook choosing someone else—it came from being betrayed by the person she trusted the most: her best friend, Mina.
I also have to give Y/N some credit. Even though she was clearly disappointed and heartbroken at the dinner when Mina finally revealed the truth, I honestly think she was in complete disbelief—she couldn’t believe what she was hearing or what she was seeing. Even so, she handled the situation with so much grace because she genuinely cared about both of them. Despite having a crush on Jungkook for 13 years, she chose to stay friends with Mina. To me, that shows the kind of person she truly is. She wanted their happiness, even if it came at the cost of her own feelings. That said, I still can’t help feeling like karma eventually caught up with Mina.
I honestly love reading your thoughts because you really understood the emotional core of the situation. And I completely understand why you feel that way about Mina. From Y/N’s perspective, the pain wasn’t just about Jungkook. It was about the person she trusted most. It’s one thing to lose someone you love, but it’s another thing to feel like your best friend was the person who took away the safety you thought you had with them.
And I agree, Y/N’s strength is one of the things I love about her. She was hurt, but she never let that turn her into someone cruel. She chose to care about both of them even when it cost her.
I don’t want to excuse Mina’s choices because they did hurt people, but the next chapters will explore more about what shaped her and why she became someone capable of making those decisions. Understanding someone’s reasons doesn’t erase the consequences, but it can show the bigger picture.
I actually love that you’re frustrated with her because it means she feels human enough to make you feel something. 😂 The characters in this story are all flawed in different ways, and I can’t wait for you to see the full picture of Mina’s journey.
Hi lovelies! Just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has supported me on Ko-fi.
Thanks to your kindness, I was able to get groceries for me and my son. A super typhoon is about to enter our country, but at least we now have food in case the stores close for a few days or weeks.
I’m praying this typhoon passes without causing too much damage, and I’m hoping everyone in its path stays safe. Thank you again for supporting my writing. You may think you’re just supporting a story, but you’ve truly helped my little family prepare for uncertain days ahead.💜
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Genre: Romance • Angst • Healing • Slice of Life • Slow Burn • Strangers to Lovers • Smut
Sypnosis: At thirty-two, your wedding ends before it begins when your fiancé disappears without explanation. Still holding the honeymoon tickets, you leave Seoul alone and travel across Europe to escape the life that just collapsed. An unplanned journey brings two broken souls together, and in learning to heal as they move through unfamiliar places, they quietly find love in each other along the way.
Their last morning in Lauterbrunnen arrived quietly. Sunlight slipping through the curtains. The distant ringing of church bells. And Jungkook stealing half your blanket sometime during the night.
You opened your eyes to find him sleeping beside you. One arm stretched across the mattress. Dark hair falling over his forehead. Mouth slightly open.
Completely unaware that he looked unfairly handsome for someone who had spent the last twenty minutes drooling on a pillow.
You stared at him. Because apparently that had become one of your favorite hobbies.
A year ago, if someone had told you this would be your life, you would’ve laughed in their face. You would’ve called them delusional. You would’ve asked what kind of ridiculous romance movie they thought they were living in.
Yet here you were. Curled beneath a duvet in Switzerland. Hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook. Life was weird as hell.
As if sensing your thoughts, he stirred. His eyes opened slowly. Still sleepy. Still unfocused.
The moment he saw you looking at him, a smile appeared.
“Morning.”
His voice was rough from sleep.
You smiled.
“Morning.”
He reached across the bed until his hand found yours beneath the blankets.
A habit.
One he probably didn’t even realize he’d developed.
Neither of you moved. The room felt comfortable and warm. The kind of peaceful silence people spend years searching for.
Then reality arrived.
“You know we have a flight tomorrow.”
You groaned immediately.
“No.”
“Unfortunately yes.”
“I don’t accept that information.”
He laughed.
“You don’t have a choice.”
“I live here now.”
“You absolutely do not.”
“I’ve decided.”
“You don’t even speak German.”
“I’ll learn.”
“You ordered coffee wrong three days in a row.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“That woman understood me.”
“That woman felt sorry for you.”
You threw a pillow at him.
His laughter filled the room.
God.
You loved that sound.
Later that afternoon, the two of you wandered through the village one final time.
No itinerary. No plans. No destinations.
Stopping whenever something caught your attention.
The mountains looked different today. Maybe because you knew you were leaving. Everything suddenly seemed worth memorizing.
The color of the rooftops. The sound of the river. The smell of fresh bread drifting from the bakery.
You found yourself taking photos of ridiculous things. A bicycle leaning against a fence. A cat sleeping in a flower box. A tiny bookstore window.
Jungkook caught you photographing a random wooden bench.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s a bench.”
“I know.”
“You already have fourteen photos of benches.”
“They’re beautiful benches.”
He shook his head. Then secretly took a picture of you taking pictures of benches.
Eventually you ended up inside a small souvenir shop. The owner greeted you immediately. Apparently becoming regular customers within a week was possible.
You spent twenty minutes trying to decide which gifts to bring home.
Your mother. Your father. Mina.
Even the BTS members somehow ended up on the list.
Jungkook watched you hold up three nearly identical keychains.
“Those are literally the same.”
You pointed dramatically.
“This one has a cow.”
He squinted.
“That’s a goat.”
“Whatever.”
He laughed. The shop owner laughed. Even you started laughing.
By the time you left, both of you were carrying far too many bags. Neither of you cared.
The sun was beginning to set when you found yourselves sitting near the edge of the valley.
The mountains glowed gold beneath the fading light. Everything looked softer. Like the world itself was winding down for the evening.
You rested your head against Jungkook’s shoulder. For a long moment neither of you spoke. Then he reached for your hand. His fingers threaded through yours automatically.
“I’ve been thinking about something.”
You glanced up.
“What?”
His gaze stayed fixed on the mountains.
“Us.”
You immediately knew what he meant.
The public part. The thing that had been patiently waiting for both of you.
Neither ignored. Neither rushed. Just waiting until the timing felt right. You stayed quiet. Letting him speak.
“I think I’m ready.”
The honesty in his voice made your stomach flutter. Because you knew exactly what those words meant.
The headlines. The attention. The conversations. The endless opinions from strangers.
Jungkook wasn’t naïve. He knew all of it. Yet he still sounded certain.
He looked at you.
“I don’t want to keep introducing you as a friend.”
You laughed softly.
“You never actually introduce me as a friend.”
“I know.”
“You’re terrible at lying.”
The smile faded slightly. Just enough to let you see what was underneath.
The sincerity. The vulnerability.
“I spent a lot of years protecting parts of my life.”
His thumb moved across your hand.
“And I understand why.”
You listened.
“But you’re not something I want hidden.”
Jungkook squeezed your hand.
“I know people will have opinions.”
His voice remained calm.
“Some will be supportive.”
A small smile.
“Some will probably be annoying.”
You laughed.
That felt more realistic.
“Definitely annoying.”
“Very annoying.”
You leaned against him again.
“What if they don’t understand?”
He was quiet for a moment. Then he shrugged lightly.
“I think most of them will.”
You looked up.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“They’ve watched me grow up.”
His expression softened.
“They’ve watched me become someone completely different from the kid I used to be.”
You smiled. That was true.
“They want me to be happy.”
His eyes found yours.
“And I’m happy.”
The simplicity of it nearly broke your heart. Because after everything both of you had survived, happiness had stopped looking like fireworks.
It looked like this.
A mountain village. Cold hands. Shared souvenirs. A man sitting beside you. Choosing you every day.
Without hesitation. Without fear. Without leaving.
Jungkook leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
Then he smiled. The same smile that had somehow become your favorite view in the world.
“Besides.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“Besides what?”
“I think they’d like you.”
You laughed.
"Based on what?”
“You make me drink water.”
“That’s your evidence?”
“You keep me alive.”
“That’s a low bar.”
The sun disappeared behind the mountains. The village lights flickered on one by one. And for the first time in a very long time, the future didn’t feel like something terrifying waiting around the corner.
The flight back to Seoul felt completely different from the one that had taken you away a year ago.
Back then, you had boarded a plane carrying a heartbreak so heavy it felt physical.
You remembered staring out of the window as Seoul disappeared beneath the clouds, wondering if there was anything left worth returning to.
You remembered crying in airport bathrooms where nobody could see you.
You remembered convincing yourself that maybe starting over somewhere else would hurt less than staying.
Now, sitting beside Jungkook somewhere above the clouds, you found yourself smiling at the memory.
Because if that version of you hadn’t gotten on that plane, she never would’ve met the man currently asleep beside her with his neck pillow tilted at an absurd angle.
You quietly took a photo for blackmail purposes. Obviously.
The moment the plane landed in Incheon, people immediately stood up despite the seatbelt sign still being on. Some things never changed.
Jungkook stretched beside you. You looked out the window.
Gray skies. Familiar runways. Familiar buildings.
Seoul. Home.
A strange emotion settled over you.
The feeling of returning to a place that looked exactly the same while knowing you weren’t.
By the time you reached baggage claim, Jungkook had already taken control of both suitcases.
Outside the terminal, the familiar chaos of Seoul greeted you immediately.
Traffic. People. Delivery scooters appearing from nowhere. The city felt louder than you remembered.
Jungkook reached for your hand.
No hesitation. No checking who might be looking. No nervousness. Just instinct.
You squeezed his fingers. And together, you walked toward the future instead of away from each other.
The first night back felt strangely unreal. The silence was different from Switzerland.
In Lauterbrunnen, silence came from mountains.
In Seoul, silence came from being high enough above the city to forget millions of people existed below.
You stood at your apartment window looking down at traffic lights. The city glittered beneath the dark sky.
Behind you, Jungkook was unpacking groceries.
Because apparently spending one week in Switzerland had convinced him both of you were responsible adults.
You turned around. He was holding two different brands of instant noodles.
“What?”
He pointed dramatically.
“Which one do you actually eat?”
You laughed.
“Why do you sound disappointed?”
“I just expected more.”
“Excuse me?”
“You survived heartbreak on convenience store ramen.”
“It was a difficult period.”
“It was a sodium period.”
You threw a dish towel at him.
He laughed so hard he nearly dropped the groceries. And somehow that first night felt exactly right.
Like two people slowly figuring out how to exist in the same everyday life.
A few days later, reality arrived.
Work. Emails. Deadlines. Meetings.
The glamorous life of an ordinary woman.
You had already told Mina everything.
The reunion. The crying. The kissing. All of it.
Mina knew the entire story. What she hadn’t experienced yet was Jungkook himself. Which turned out to be a completely different problem.
The disaster occurred on a Wednesday.
You had just finished work. Your brain was fried. Your back hurt. You wanted coffee and silence.
Instead, you walked out of your office building and immediately spotted Jungkook standing across the street waiting for you. You smiled before you could stop yourself. He spotted you.
His face lit up. Then somebody behind you made a noise. A very loud noise.
You turned. Mina had frozen completely. Her coffee cup nearly slipped from her hand. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Then she grabbed your arm.
“Oh my God.”
You immediately started laughing.
“Mina.”
“That’s him.”
“Yes.”
“That’s Jeon Jungkook.”
She looked seconds away from passing out. Jungkook noticed the commotion and walked over. Completely unaware of the emotional crisis occurring in front of him.
“Hi.”
Mina stared. The poor woman looked like her soul had temporarily left her body.
Jungkook politely bowed.
“Nice to finally meet you.”
That somehow made everything worse. Because he was being normal. Which was not helping Mina process the situation.
Finally she pointed at him.
“I know your entire love story.”
“Mina.”
Jungkook immediately looked delighted.
“You do?”
You wanted the ground to swallow you.
Right there. Immediately. Mina ignored you completely.
Within ten minutes she was telling Jungkook stories from your college years.
Within twenty minutes she was showing him photos.
Within thirty minutes she had become his biggest ally.
Your betrayal was complete.
After that, Jungkook slowly became part of your ordinary life.
He learned which coffee shop you stopped at before work. He learned that you never remembered to bring an umbrella. He learned that you always bought too many groceries and then complained there was nothing to eat.
Lunch breaks became shared meals.
More often than not it was just two people eating sandwiches while complaining about their day.
You discovered that Jungkook loved hearing about things most people considered boring.
Office gossip. Ridiculous meetings. Minor annoyances. Stories about coworkers. He listened to all of it.
Like it mattered. Like your day mattered. Because to him, it did.
Weeks passed. Then months.
One evening, after work, you found yourself sitting in a café with Mina.
You were halfway through telling a story about a disastrous client presentation.
Mina was laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink.
You started laughing too. The kind of laugh that hurt your stomach. The kind that made people nearby glance over.
Outside the café window, Jungkook arrived a little early. He stopped when he spotted you.
You hadn’t noticed him yet. Neither had Mina. The two of you were completely absorbed in conversation. Completely unaware.
Jungkook stood there quietly. Watching. And suddenly he understood something. Something he hadn’t fully realized before.
It wasn’t Switzerland. It wasn’t the mountains. It wasn’t the adventure. It wasn’t the photograph.
Those things brought you together. But they weren’t the reason he stayed.
Because the woman sitting inside that café wasn’t the woman trying to heal.
She wasn’t the woman trying to survive heartbreak.
She wasn’t the woman searching for answers across different countries.
She was simply herself. Laughing with her best friend. Living her life. Being ordinary. And somehow that version had become his favorite one.
Because in the end, he hadn’t fallen in love with a beautiful trip.
He had fallen in love with her.
Every version. Especially this one.
By the time spring arrived, life had settled into something neither of you had expected.
Normal. Just wonderfully, beautifully normal. The kind of happiness that didn’t announce itself every morning.
It simply existed quietly. Steadily. Like sunlight slipping through curtains. Like finding his shoes beside your apartment door.
Like knowing exactly who would be calling when your phone lit up at the end of a difficult day.
Months passed. Seasons changed.
And somewhere between grocery store arguments and late-night food deliveries, between lazy Sundays and workweek exhaustion, Jungkook stopped feeling like someone who had entered your life.
He became part of it.
One Friday evening, he finally decided it was time.
“You’ve met my friends.”
You looked up from the couch.
“Barely.”
“You spent four hours with Mina.”
“That’s different.”
“Mina interrogated me.”
“She interrogates everyone.”
“She threatened me.”
You laughed.
“That’s how she shows affection.”
He shook his head then smiled.
“Anyway.”
“Anyway?”
“I think it’s time you meet everyone.”
Your stomach immediately dropped.
Everyone.
Not managers. Not staff. Not passing introductions.
Everyone.
The members.
The people who had known him longer than almost anyone. The people who had witnessed every version of him. The people whose opinions secretly mattered.
You tried to act calm. You failed. Jungkook noticed immediately.
“You look terrified.”
“I’m not terrified.”
“You look like somebody just informed you there will be a surprise exam.”
“There might as well be.”
His laughter only made it worse.
A week later, you found yourself standing outside a private room in Seoul wondering whether it was socially acceptable to fake your own death.
Jungkook squeezed your hand.
“Breathe.”
“I’m breathing.”
“You’re panicking.”
“I’m being cautious.”
“You memorized everyone’s favorite food.”
“That’s called preparation.”
He stared.
“You made flashcards.”
“Those were private.”
The door opened before he could continue.
Taehyung appeared.
And immediately ruined every ounce of your preparation.
Because instead of a formal introduction, he gasped dramatically.
“Hi.”
Before you could react, he wrapped you in a hug. A full, enthusiastic, you’ve-been-here-the-whole-time hug.
Jungkook sighed.
“You’re already adopting her.”
“Already?”
Taehyung looked offended.
“I adopted her months ago.”
That turned out to be true.
Within twenty minutes, Taehyung was showing you photos. Within thirty minutes, he was sending you memes. Within an hour, he was acting like you’d known each other for years.
The others weren’t much better.
Namjoon somehow turned dinner into a relationship seminar. Nobody asked him to. Nobody encouraged him. Yet somehow he still found himself explaining communication techniques.
“You see, the key is emotional honesty.”
Yoongi didn’t even look up from his drink.
“Nobody asked.”
Namjoon ignored him completely.
“As a couple—”
“We’re eating barbecue.”
“Healthy relationships require—”
“We’re literally eating meat.”
Jungkook buried his face in his hands. You laughed so hard you nearly choked.
Meanwhile Jin spent the entire evening attempting to convince you he was your favorite member.
“Be honest.”
You already knew where this was going.
“About what?”
“I’m your favorite.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re asking.”
He looked genuinely wounded.
“You don’t appreciate greatness.”
“Jin.”
“You don’t.”
By the end of the night, he was introducing himself as your favorite member anyway.
Nobody corrected him. Mostly because nobody had the energy.
Yoongi was different.
You didn’t notice it immediately. Most people probably wouldn’t. But over the following months, little things started standing out.
The extra plate of food appearing beside you during dinners.
The way he quietly checked whether you were comfortable whenever cameras or crowds became overwhelming.
He never mentioned any of it. Never made a big deal. Never announced himself as protective.
But one evening Jungkook leaned over and said casually,
“Congratulations.”
You frowned.
“For what?”
“You got adopted by Yoongi.”
Apparently that was a thing.
Summer arrived. Then came the trip home. Your hometown looked exactly the same.
The same roads. The same fields. The same neighbors who somehow knew everything before anyone officially told them.
The moment your mother saw Jungkook, she cried. The kind that embarrassed everyone involved.
Your father hugged you first. Then shook Jungkook’s hand.
Polite. Respectful. Reserved.
Jungkook noticed it immediately.
So did you.
Because despite the warmth, despite the kindness, there was still something lingering beneath the surface.
A memory. An old wound. The ghost of a wedding day nobody talked about anymore.
The next morning, your father was moving boxes in the storage shed.
Before you could offer help, Jungkook was already beside him carrying the heavier ones.
Following instructions. Listening more than speaking.
The day after that, something broke in the kitchen. Jungkook fixed it.
When your mother started preparing dinner for the entire family, he rolled up his sleeves and helped.
Your mother looked delighted. Mostly because she finally had somebody willing to cut vegetables.
One afternoon, you found him sitting outside with your father. Neither was talking much. Just sharing cold drinks. Watching the countryside.
The conversation wasn’t dramatic. No emotional speeches. Just two men slowly getting to know each other. Sometimes that’s enough.
Your father began smiling more. Laughing more. Relaxing more.
And then, on the final evening before you returned to Seoul, it happened.
Everyone had finished dinner. The dishes were done. The house felt peaceful. Jungkook was helping stack chairs when your father stopped him. Just for a second.
“Thank you for coming.”
Jungkook looked surprised. Your father smiled.
“Thank you for showing up.”
The room went silent. Because everybody understood what he actually meant.
Not just this visit. Not just dinner. Not just the trip.
Showing up. Staying. Choosing.
All the things somebody else once failed to do.
Jungkook nodded. The emotion passed between them without needing explanation. And somehow that made it even more powerful.
A few weeks later, back in Seoul, Jungkook finally did what he’d been talking about for months.
No company statement. No exclusive interview. No carefully planned reveal.
Just a photo.
Taken by somebody else. Your hand in his.
Walking through the city.
Nothing extraordinary. Just the two of you.
The caption contained three words.
Found my person.
The internet exploded. News articles appeared within minutes. Social media lost its mind. Group chats combusted. The entire country entered detective mode.
Meanwhile, you were sitting beside him on your couch eating takeout. Your phone vibrating every three seconds.
Jungkook glanced at the chaos. Then at you. Then smiled. And for the first time, neither of you cared what happened next.
Because after everything it had taken to find each other, the rest of the world felt surprisingly small.
Nobody talks enough about what happens after the happy ending.
Movies end when the couple gets together.
Books end after the confession.
The credits roll before anyone has to deal with grocery lists, overflowing laundry baskets, missed alarms, forgotten phone chargers, or arguing about whose turn it is to order dinner.
Real love begins after all of that.
It begins when the excitement settles and somebody chooses to stay anyway.
Months had passed since Jungkook posted the photo.
The one that broke the internet for approximately seventy-two hours before people found something else to obsess over.
That was how the world worked now.
One day everyone was discussing your relationship.
The next day everybody was busy making reaction videos about some celebrity accidentally exposing their private account, arguing over concert ticket prices, or posting videos about whatever trend had hijacked social media that week.
Life moved on.
And surprisingly, so did people.
The panic everyone predicted never happened.
The outrage disappeared faster than expected.
Most people simply accepted what was already obvious.
Jungkook wasn’t twenty anymore.
You weren’t characters in somebody else’s fantasy.
You were two adults who happened to love each other.
And eventually even the internet got bored enough to leave you alone.
Which was how you found yourself sitting cross-legged on Jungkook’s kitchen counter on a random Tuesday morning while he stood between your knees stealing bites of the breakfast you had made for him.
“Stop.”
“I’m hungry.”
“You have your own plate.”
“Yours tastes better.”
“It literally came from the same pan.”
Jungkook shrugged.
“Still tastes better.”
You laughed.
Because there was no winning against him.
Not when he looked at you like that.
Not when he was half awake and wearing one of those oversized black hoodies he refused to throw away despite owning enough clothes to fill a department store.
Not when his hair was sticking up in every direction because he had rolled around in bed refusing to wake up for almost forty minutes.
The man was impossible.
You had learned that very early.
The public knew Jungkook.
His fans knew Jungkook.
His members knew Jungkook.
But only you knew how dramatic he became whenever he had an early schedule.
Every morning followed the exact same routine.
His manager would call.
You would answer.
His manager would ask if Jungkook was awake.
You would lie.
Then spend the next twenty minutes trying to wake him up.
Some mornings required patience.
Other mornings required violence.
Mostly pillows.
One particularly memorable morning involved three alarms, two phone calls, and you threatening to tell Namjoon that Jungkook cried during an animated movie.
That finally got him moving.
“You weaponize private information.”
“You leave for work in thirty minutes.”
“You don’t respect me.”
“You have rehearsal.”
That shut him up.
Despite everything, you loved taking care of him.
Not because he needed somebody to manage his life.
He didn’t.
Jungkook was perfectly capable.
When he was focused, he was one of the most disciplined people you had ever met.
The problem was that around you, he stopped trying so hard.
Somewhere along the way you became the place where he could let go.
The place where he didn’t have to be perfect.
The place where he could forget things.
Be lazy.
Sleep too long.
Complain.
Act spoiled.
Act clingy.
Act like a giant baby if he wanted.
And God, did he take advantage of that privilege.
Sometimes you wondered if there was a world record for the amount of physical contact one boyfriend could require in a twenty-four hour period.
If there was, Jungkook was probably holding it.
The moment you walked through his front door, he appeared.
It didn’t matter what he was doing.
Working out.
Gaming.
Watching television.
Cooking.
Existing.
He appeared.
Like some extremely attractive ghost.
Then immediately attached himself to you.
One arm around your shoulders.
A hand in your back pocket.
His head resting on your shoulder.
His fingers tangled with yours.
Always touching.
Always close.
Always looking for you.
You had stopped questioning it months ago.
What still made you laugh was the fact that you technically didn’t live together.
At least not officially.
Your apartment still existed.
Your name was still on the lease.
Your furniture was still there.
Your clothes occupied your closet.
In theory.
Reality looked slightly different.
Half your skincare products lived in Jungkook’s bathroom.
Your coffee beans occupied a permanent shelf in his kitchen.
Your favorite pajamas somehow migrated into his bedroom.
Your books were stacked beside his bed.
Your charger remained plugged into the outlet nearest his couch.
Even your slippers lived near his front door.
Nobody said you had moved in.
Nobody needed to.
The evidence was everywhere.
The funniest part was that Jungkook still complained every time you left.
Every.
Single.
Time.
You could spend five consecutive nights at his house.
The second you picked up your bag, he looked personally betrayed.
One evening you stood by the door pulling on your shoes.
Jungkook sat on the couch watching you.
The expression on his face resembled somebody whose wife had been lost at sea during the nineteenth century.
“I'll be back tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you acting like this?”
“I miss you already.”
You stared.
He wasn’t even embarrassed.
His family wasn’t surprised either.
You learned that during your trip to Busan.
Meeting them should have been terrifying.
Instead it felt strangely familiar.
Like stepping into a room you somehow already knew.
His mother adored you.
His father constantly worried whether you had eaten enough.
His brother treated you like family before the weekend ended.
The moment that stayed with you happened during breakfast.
Jungkook shuffled into the kitchen still half asleep.
Without saying a word he walked directly toward you.
Wrapped both arms around your waist.
Dropped his head against your shoulder.
And stood there.
Silent.
Motionless.
Like a human backpack.
His mother looked over from the stove.
Then sighed.
“He does this every day, doesn’t he?”
You started laughing.
Because yes.
Yes, he absolutely did.
His mother pointed her spatula at him.
“You’re thirty.”
“I’m tired.”
“You are always tired.”
Jungkook tightened his arms.
His mother rolled her eyes.
His father laughed.
His brother laughed.
Only Jungkook remained serious.
Because to him there was nothing unusual about wanting to stay close to the person he loved.
And maybe that was what made everything feel different now.
The relationship wasn’t exciting because it was difficult.
It wasn’t thrilling because it was uncertain.
You weren’t constantly wondering where you stood.
You weren’t waiting for disaster.
You weren’t preparing yourself for heartbreak.
You simply existed together.
And somehow that felt bigger than every grand romantic gesture people spent their lives chasing.
One night you were sitting beside him on the couch.
Neither of you were paying attention to the movie.
A half-eaten bowl of popcorn rested between you.
Outside, Seoul glowed through the windows.
Inside, everything felt warm.
Jungkook rested his head on your shoulder.
Your fingers moved through his hair.
The apartment was quiet.
Just silence.
Just comfort.
Just home.
And suddenly you realized something.
For years you thought happiness would feel bigger.
You thought you would recognize it instantly.
Instead it arrived slowly.
Quietly.
Like sunlight moving across a floor.
Like finding a familiar face in a crowded room.
Like realizing you no longer felt lonely even when nobody was speaking.
The truth was simple.
You completed each other in all the ordinary places.
And maybe that was the most beautiful love story of all.
Jungkook had performed in front of thousands of people. Hundreds of thousands. Millions. He had stood under stadium lights while entire crowds screamed his name.
He had accepted awards. Given speeches. Released albums. Walked onto stages that made his knees shake when he was younger.
None of it compared to buying an engagement ring. Absolutely none of it.
Because nobody warned him that buying an engagement ring would make him lose his fucking mind.
Three months before the proposal, he walked into a jewelry store wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.
Thirty minutes later, he walked back out because every ring suddenly felt too small for what he was trying to say.
How was a diamond supposed to explain everything?
How was it supposed to explain the woman who taught him what home felt like?
How was it supposed to explain every ordinary Tuesday that somehow became his favorite part of life?
It couldn’t.
So he left. Then came back the following week.
Then left again. Then returned.
The fourth visit lasted nearly three hours.
The sales associate eventually stopped trying to sell him things. Instead she simply asked,
“Tell me about her.”
And somehow that made everything worse. Because once he started talking, he couldn’t stop.
He talked about the way you laughed when you were genuinely happy. About how you always stole fries from his plate despite ordering your own. About the fact that you still carried emergency medicine in your bag because you worried somebody might need it.
About the way you prepared his schedule bag the night before because you didn’t trust him to remember anything important before coffee.
About how you pretended to be annoyed whenever he became clingy. Even though he always caught the smile afterward.
The poor woman spent twenty minutes listening to him ramble.
When he finally stopped, she smiled. Then quietly pointed toward a ring.
And somehow he knew immediately.
Because it felt like you.
Elegant. Timeless. Beautiful without trying.
The same way you always were.
That was the easy part. The hard part came afterward. Because suddenly he had to figure out how to ask.
And that turned out to be significantly more difficult than expected.
“Just do it.”
Yoongi looked up from his coffee.
Jungkook stared.
“That’s your advice?”
“Yes.”
“You put zero effort into that.”
“I’ve been listening to you overthink this for six weeks.”
The members were trapped now.
Unfortunately for them.
The moment Jungkook decided to propose, everybody became involved.
Namjoon received spreadsheets. Taehyung received mood boards. Hoseok received voice notes. Jimin received emotional breakdowns. Jin received approximately forty-seven phone calls. Nobody volunteered. Nobody escaped.
One evening they sat together in the HYBE conference room.
Jungkook paced. The members watched. Taehyung finally sighed.
“You know what the problem is?”
“What?”
“You keep thinking about the proposal.”
“What am I supposed to think about?”
“No.”
Taehyung shook his head.
“You’re thinking about making it perfect.”
Jungkook frowned. Taehyung continued.
“She doesn’t love you because you’re perfect.”
The room fell quiet. Namjoon nodded.
“He’s right.”
Jimin smiled.
“She fell in love with the idiot who forgot his schedule.”
Yoongi added,
“And the idiot who oversleeps.”
Hoseok laughed.
“The idiot who calls her after ten minutes because he misses her.”
Jin pointed dramatically.
“The idiot who cried during that dog movie.”
“That dog died.”
“Still.”
Everyone laughed even Jungkook.
Because they were right. The proposal needed to feel like them.
That was when the idea arrived. Piece by piece. Like a puzzle finally fitting together.
A private theater. Their people. The song. The story. Everything leading back to the beginning.
For the next month, he became unbearable. The members agreed unanimously.
Secret group chats formed. Schedules changed. Managers got involved. Everybody lied to you repeatedly. Jungkook hated lying to you.
Which was unfortunate because planning a proposal apparently required an alarming amount of deception.
The night before, he barely slept. Not because he was worried you would say no. That possibility never crossed his mind.
He knew you loved him. The same way he knew his own name. The same way he knew his favorite song. The same way he knew exactly how you took your coffee.
What terrified him was everything the proposal represented.
The future. Marriage. Building a family. Growing old. All the years still waiting ahead. Because suddenly those years felt real.
And for the first time in his life, forever didn’t sound scary. Forever sounded wonderful.
The morning of the proposal began with a lie. A harmless one. At least that’s what Jungkook kept telling himself every five minutes as he stood in front of his closet for nearly half an hour, staring at two nearly identical black jackets.
“Nobody spends this much time choosing a jacket for a company event.”
His reflection looked back at him. His reflection was absolutely right. The company event didn’t exist.
The gala. The award ceremony. The fancy invitation.
The reason she’d spent two hours deciding between three dresses.
All of it had been fabricated by seven men who had somehow managed to organize a secret proposal without accidentally exposing it for three entire months.
A miracle, really.
Especially considering Namjoon had nearly ruined everything three separate times.
Jungkook glanced toward the bedroom.
You were still asleep. Curled beneath the blankets. Hair spread across the pillow. One hand tucked beneath your cheek.
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
The venue. The guests. The ring hidden in the locked drawer. The speech he’d rewritten eighty-two times. All of it vanished.
Because every single time he looked at you, he remembered exactly why he was doing this.
Why he wanted every version of his future to have you in it.
The quiet ones. The difficult ones. The boring Tuesdays. The growing old. All of it.
He wanted all of it with you.
His heart twisted painfully. The same way it always did whenever he remembered Switzerland.
A soft groan pulled him from his thoughts.
You shifted beneath the blankets blinking awake. Finding him already staring.
“That’s creepy.”
Jungkook laughed immediately.
“Good morning.”
You squinted.
“What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“Why are you dressed?”
“Important business.”
Your eyes narrowed.
“You’re lying.”
His soul nearly left his body.
“WHAT?”
“You only wear that face when you’re lying.”
“You can tell?”
“I’ve known you for years.”
He nearly collapsed.
Fortunately, you simply yawned and stretched.
Missing the fact that your boyfriend was moments away from a cardiac event.
By noon, you were standing in front of the mirror.
The dress fit perfectly. The kind of dress that made Jungkook forget every language he’d ever learned.
You turned around.
“Be honest.”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
You rolled your eyes.
“That’s not an answer.”
“You’re beautiful.”
His voice came out softer than intended.
Your expression immediately changed.
Something gentler took its place. The same look you’d given him countless times over the years. The look that always felt like home.
You walked over. Straightened his tie. Pressed a kiss against his jaw.
Neither of you knew it then. But it would be the last moment of the day before everything changed.
The venue sat above Seoul.
Exactly the sort of place where a high-profile corporate event could happen. Which was why you suspected absolutely nothing.
Jungkook almost felt guilty until he looked around and saw months of planning finally waiting for you.
The walls. The photographs. The flowers. The people. Every single detail had been built from your story.
When the elevator doors opened, you stepped forward.
And at the center, a microphone. An empty stool. Waiting. Your eyes slowly widened.
“What's going on?”
The words barely escaped.
The lights brightened.
Photographs illuminated the walls.
Hundreds of them. Hundreds of ordinary pieces that had somehow become a life together.
Your hand flew to your mouth and then Jungkook stepped forward.
Taking the stage. Taking the microphone. Taking one look at you.
And forgetting half the speech he’d spent months memorizing.
Because suddenly all he could see was the woman standing there trying not to cry.
The woman who once stood alone in a wedding dress waiting for someone who never came.
The woman who spent years believing being chosen wasn’t meant for her.
The woman he loved more than anything.
The first notes of Marry Me echoed through the room.
And then he started singing.
Not like an idol. Not like a performer. Not like a global superstar. Just a man in love.
Every lyric felt personal. Every word carried years inside it.
You were crying before the second verse.
Jimin was crying by the chorus. Taehyung was crying because Jimin was crying. Hoseok was crying because everyone was crying. Even Yoongi looked emotional. By the time the song ended, there wasn’t a dry eye left.
Including Jungkook's.
He laughed through it. Shaking his head. Looking directly at you. Then he stepped down from the stage. Crossed the room. Stopped in front of you. For a moment neither of you spoke.
The room disappeared. The people disappeared. Everything disappeared. His hands found yours.
“You know…”
His voice cracked immediately. You started crying harder. Which somehow made him laugh.
“I practiced this speech.”
A laugh escaped you through tears.
“I had pages.”
“You did?”
“Pages.”
You nodded trying to breathe.
“So where are they?”
“Gone.”
Another laugh. Another tear. Then his expression softened.
“I spent most of my life chasing things.”
His thumb brushed across your knuckles.
“Dreams.”
“Goals.”
“Everything.”
His eyes glistened.
“But none of those things ever felt as important as finding you.”
You began crying again. Harder this time.
“Years ago, somebody taught you what it felt like to be left waiting.”
His voice grew quieter.
“I wish I could go back and erase that pain.”
“I wish I could take it away.”
His eyes never left yours.
“But I can’t.”
The room had become completely silent.
“So all I can do is spend the rest of my life proving something different.”
His breathing shook.
“I’ll show up.”
“Every time.”
“Every day.”
“When it’s easy.”
“When it’s hard.”
“When we’re happy.”
“When we’re exhausted.”
“When we’re eighty.”
The tears finally slipped down his face. And somehow that destroyed the last of your composure.
“I’ll keep choosing you.”
His voice broke.
“Over and over again.”
Then he lowered himself onto one knee. And the room collectively stopped breathing. Because suddenly everyone remembered the beginning.
The woman who waited. The woman who was left. The woman who watched someone fail to arrive. And now, now there was a man kneeling in front of her.
Choosing her openly without hesitation. Without fear. Without leaving.
Jungkook opened the ring box and smiled through tears.
“My favorite place was never Switzerland.”
You covered your mouth.
“It was never a city.”
“Never a country.”
His eyes shined.
“It was always wherever you were.”
The ring sparkled beneath the lights.
His voice became barely above a whisper.
“Will you marry me?”
For a moment, you couldn’t speak. The entire room disappeared. The lights vanished. The music faded. The hundreds of flowers, the photographs lining the walls, the people holding their breath around you, all of it dissolved into the background until there was only one thing left.
Jeon Jungkook. Still kneeling. Still holding the ring. Still looking at you as though the answer could change the course of his entire life.
Tears blurred your vision so badly you could barely see him.
You laughed through them. Then cried harder. Because there were so many things you wanted to say.
How you loved him. How he changed your life. How he found you when you weren’t even looking to be found. How he taught you that love wasn’t supposed to feel like begging. How he taught you that the right person never makes you question whether they’ll stay.
A thousand words crowded inside your chest. But only one mattered.
“Yes.”
The word came out broken. Barely audible. A sob escaped you.
“Yes.”
Jungkook’s eyes immediately filled with tears. Neither of you were even holding it together anymore.
“Yes.”
This time you practically cried it.
“Of course I’ll marry you."
The second the words left your mouth, Jungkook completely broke.
The tears he’d been desperately holding back spilled immediately.
His head dropped for a second.
A disbelieving laugh escaped him.
Then he looked back up.
And the expression on his face was something you knew you would remember for the rest of your life.
His hands shook as he slid the ring onto your finger.
You barely looked at it.
You barely registered it.
Because the second he stood, you were already reaching for him.
And the second you touched him, he wrapped his arms around you.
The force nearly knocked the breath from your lungs.
Because he was holding you like someone who had spent months dreaming about this exact moment.
Like someone who still couldn’t believe it had actually happened.
Your face buried against his shoulder.
His heartbeat thundered beneath your cheek.
You felt him laugh.
Then cry.
Then laugh again.
And suddenly,
The room exploded.
Cheers.
Applause.
Whistles.
The noise crashed into you like a wave.
You startled.
Your head snapped up.
And for the first time all evening,
You looked around.
Then immediately froze.
Because the room was full.
Your brain took several seconds to catch up.
People.
There were people everywhere.
Not random guests.
People you knew.
People you loved.
People who loved you.
Your mouth slowly fell open.
“No.”
The word escaped before you could stop it.
“No way.”
Jungkook immediately started laughing.
The kind of laugh that said he’d been waiting for this exact reaction.
And then you saw her.
Mina.
Standing near the front.
Already crying.
Actually sobbing.
Mascara completely betrayed.
The second your eyes met, she pointed at you dramatically.
“You didn’t even see me!”
The room erupted.
Your jaw dropped.
“Mina?!”
“You said yes before looking around!”
“You were here?!”
“I HAVE BEEN HERE THE ENTIRE TIME.”
You stared at her.
Then stared at Jungkook.
Then back at Mina.
Then immediately started crying again.
"Oh my God.”
Mina started crying harder.
“Oh my God.”
And then both of you were moving toward each other. Meeting halfway. Colliding into a hug. The kind that nearly knocked both of you off balance.
You buried your face against her shoulder. She squeezed you so tightly your ribs protested.
Then you heard another voice. A familiar one. One that immediately transported you home.
“Y/N.”
You turned. And completely lost whatever composure remained.
Your mother stood there. Smiling through tears. One hand covering her mouth.
Your father beside her. Looking suspiciously emotional despite clearly trying not to.
Your heart shattered in the best possible way. Because you genuinely hadn’t seen them. You hadn’t seen anybody.
You’d been so focused on Jungkook that the entire rest of the world disappeared.
Now it was crashing back all at once.
“Mom.”
Your voice broke instantly.
Your mother opened her arms.
You practically ran.
The hug hit like home.
Her arms wrapped around you. And suddenly you were crying like a child again.
The ugly kind. The uncontrollable kind. The kind that comes from being overwhelmingly loved.
Your mother kissed your hair repeatedly. Like she used to when you were younger.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
That was all it took.
You cried harder.
Because she knew.
She knew everything.
The humiliation.
The heartbreak.
She had witnessed every version of that pain.
And now she was witnessing this.
The opposite ending.
The happy one.
Eventually your father stepped forward.
And when he pulled you into a hug, something inside you quietly broke apart.
From relief.
Because years ago, he’d watched somebody fail to show up for his daughter.
Tonight he watched someone choose her in front of everyone.
Then another voice called your name.
You turned.
Standing beside Jungkook were his parents.
His brother.
His family.
Your eyes widened.
“Wait.”
You pointed.
“WAIT.”
Jungkook immediately started laughing.
His mother laughed too.
His father looked delighted.
“You knew?”
You looked at Jungkook.
“You knew they were here?”
He nodded.
You looked genuinely offended.
“You didn’t tell me?”
“That would’ve ruined the surprise.”
“You’re evil.”
His laughter echoed through the room.
And somehow hearing that laugh while wearing his ring made everything feel even more real.
His mother pulled you into a hug.
Then his father.
Then his brother.
And suddenly it wasn’t just your family.
It was both families.
Together.
Celebrating.
Taking photographs.
Talking.
Like this had always been inevitable.
Like everyone had been waiting for this moment.
Maybe they had.
Hours later the celebration was still going.
The members had somehow transformed the proposal into a full-blown party.
Music filled the room.
People danced.m
Champagne flowed.
Your mother was talking to Jungkook’s mother.
Mina was taking approximately seven hundred photos.
Taehyung was somehow involved in every conversation simultaneously.
And through all of it, Jungkook never left your side.
Not once.
His hand remained in yours.
His arm remained around your waist.
Every few minutes he glanced at the ring.
Then at you.
Then smiled.
Like he still couldn’t believe it.
Honestly, neither could you.
Because every now and then reality would catch up.
And you’d think,
I’m engaged.
To him.
To Jeon Jungkook.
Then your heart would immediately start doing ridiculous things all over again.
Hours passed that way.
Laughing.
Dancing.
Being surrounded by the people who mattered most.
The people who had witnessed your story from beginning to end.
And somewhere during all of it, you realized something.
For years, your life had been divided into before and after.
Before the heartbreak.
After the heartbreak.
Before Switzerland.
After Switzerland.
Before Jungkook.
After Jungkook.
Tonight felt like another dividing line.
A beautiful one.
Because standing in the middle of that room, surrounded by family, friends, and the man you loved, you suddenly understood that your story wasn’t about being left behind anymore.
That chapter was over.
This chapter was about being chosen.
And for the first time in a very long time, the future felt like something exciting instead of something frightening.
Especially when Jungkook looked at you the way he was looking at you now.
Like he’d spend the rest of his life doing exactly what he’d promised.
I honestly have so many, but there’s one JK fic I still think about sometimes because I loved it that much. It’s I Want You to Stay by @ahundredtimesover 🥺
I’ve read it twice already, and the angst and romance affected me so deeply. It’s one of those stories that stays with you long after you finish reading. She’s such an incredible writer, and one of the authors who inspired me to start writing here on Tumblr too.
Hi, lovelies! I’m currently open for BTS fic commissions—short stories, long series, any genre. BTS is the only fandom I write for because they’re the characters and voices I know best and can write with my whole heart.
I’m humbly asking for support right now because I’m trying my best to save up for my son’s tuition. I recently had to tell him that he might not be able to attend school this year because we’re struggling financially, and seeing how sad he looked honestly broke my heart. He’s such a good student, and as his mom, I just want to do everything I can to make a way for him.
So if you’ve ever wanted to commission a fic from me, or if you know any online writing jobs/opportunities I could apply for, please let me know. Any support would truly mean so much to me.
