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and you don't mind how your hands burn and how they'd gotten red from how heavy the bags with takeout were and how little strength you had. what's wrong with running around to find the perfect soup and the best side dishes to go with just so that he can feel better? you knew it would cheer him up right away, even though you regret not having enough time to actually cook him, but this time around you truly couldn't find any time to do so. he'd get extra kisses instead.

arriving now at his apartment, the first thing you notice is him laying down with what you suppose is a wet cloth covering his eyes and the whole apartment drowned in darkness. you coo at hearing his whines, knowing well he just turned on them on like a switch after hearing you come in.

there was a time taehyung swore he could even fist fight a shark for you; tonight he's not even able to fight a headache and a bright white light.

"taehyung-ah" you murmur, and he hums, his arm instantly rising, searching for you.

and he doesn't respond until you're beside him, "baby, i'm so glad you're here" he pouts and barely gets up with the help of your arms, the weakness on his body making him instantly fall again backwards. it makes you feel guilty for not rushing here sooner, and you let him know, but he will not accept an apology, even less coming from you. in his eyes, you simply can't do anything wrong, that's why even feeling like shit, he takes the time to caress the back of your hand and bring you closer.

it's like magic. the way your body fits just right besides his, and his arms find safety on your waist. today he makes it a mission to lay his head on your chest, whimpers leaving his lips even though he starts to feel better now that you're here. he purs when your hands come up to his hair and ruffle it with extra care, and you're not surprised to find his forehead burning up.

and you're reminded of how needy he is when he rubs the side of his face on your boobs in a cheeky way. "you're not going to find the cure to your cold in there, babe" your giggles are interrupted once he hisses when his head reminds him of his predicament.

“Are you okay? I was so worried” by the looks of it, he had exaggerated a bit, that’s what you were seeing. He had all of his limbs intact, so what was happening?

“Yeah, I just want to leave.” he gets up in a nonchalant way, like he hadn’t scared the fuck out of you with his texts, and you weren’t panting from having to almost run from the subway that’s 4 blocks from here. And you weren’t a runner, either. He was going to pay for this.

Seeing him put on his jacket gives you a view of not only him but the computer standing right beside him, in the center of a combination of multiple speakers that you don’t really know about. “Are you not going to finish that?” you look at the computer that had multiple tabs open, his work in progress just being left like that.

“I want to eat” he simply says. He looks at himself in the tiny mirror beside him and puts his beanie on, ready to leave. Is he kidding?

Before he could pass beside you, you lay your hand right on his chest, stopping him from moving forward. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” you give him a questioning look. He instantly pouts his lips, and leaves a tiny peck on yours.

that’s why he whines when you lift the covers up, the light breeze coming from the window you opened a few minutes ago making him instantly shiver. “yah! you have to go to work.” you try to pull one of his hands to get him up but fail miserably at doing so when he doesn’t even move one inch from the bed, and you hit his arm playfully when he looks at you with a smirk on his stupid cute face.

this is what you reap for spending too much time together on the weekend and now he doesn’t want to go to work. “I can take a few more days off! They owe me from those weeks back in two thousand something..” you whine this time when he brings you closer to him when he pulls extra hard. “You can come back once you finish two songs.” “I don’t even have one prepared!” he whines back at you, the shiver in your body provoked by a combination of his warm breath hitting the side of your neck and his raspy deep voice.

“Yes you do! You have a shit ton of requests. Sort that out and then you can come back” you push his chest and he whines with a chuckle from the pain.

“ … You promise?”

“I promise. Finish at least two songs and write a couple more and then you can come back here” he seems to take your words seriously, and it takes him two minutes to get up and put on some clothes.

A celebration for his latest achievement was going on right outside on the terrace of your shared apartment yet he was hiding on the kitchen looking at your chat together and reminiscing about the last few days, realising that yes, maybe the both of you hadn't really been prioritizing your relationship, distractions bringing consequences that even if it sounds cheesy, he knows his heart can't take.

You're just working, he tries to remind himself and ground his thoughts, stopping his anxiety from running even further.

But his friends are not helping either, constantly asking about your whereabouts and how much longer until you come back; already used to seeing you by his side at all times and enjoying your company the most. It's not that the both of you were one of those cheesy couples that were on top of each other every second of the day, but after a couple months of dating and trusting each other to fully immerse into each other lives', there was indeed a turning point in which you and yoongi turned into a get 2 in 1 situation.

He understands. He understands the kind of pressure you're under these days, and that's why today he let himself be woken up to your delicate kisses and your magical hands even though he now realizes that trying to find refuge in something as unimportant as sex was like putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. His thoughts make him realise that it's been so long since the last time he properly looked at you, or the fact that he's unable to figure out if you've grown an inch or two, or maybe if any gray hair has made a comeback after you pulled a few just the other night. All these epiphanies open his eyes completely to the reality that is missing you.

That's why his body acts faster than his own thoughts and not long after he finds himself picking up the keys to his car and his wallet from the table.

He knows that distance can destroy relationships in the most devastating of ways, but tonight he realises that there is more than enough time to talk about it and avoid something as tragic as losing you, to talk before the arguments and endless fights even dare to knock on his door. He's there in less than 20 minutes, and he's too busy to try to be nice with the receptionist, instead choosing to go up the elevator and call you in the meantime, trying to reach you. He would take the time to apologize profusely for his rude actions later.

"Darling, how is everything going?" your tired voice reaches his ear and he gets more impatient. He needs to see you. "I'm just finishing up. I know I shouldn't have taken so long, and I'm sorry. should I pick something sweet on the way?"

Do you even have any idea of what time it is? There's no use. Everything was already closing down, which means everyone was already at home seeking a well-deserved rest. Except for you.

"I'm here to pick you up." he says nothing more and nothing less. "What? But- the dinner? What happened?" you're startled and he hears a ruffle of paper sheets through the line.

The only light on the floor comes from your cubicle and his heart clenches uncontrollably at the thought of you being left alone tonight. "I really need to spend time with you." His voice makes you turn around and you have a worried expression on your face. but he shakes his head, hanging up his phone and quickly putting it back into his pocket. "I don't care if it's here. We need to be together."

"Are you okay? What's happening?" you get up and go up for a quick hug, even though his hands around your waist insist for you to stay longer and even closer to him. You can sense something wrong, and he hates the way apologies start tumbling from your lips when in reality, you're not at fault and you never were.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have missed dinner. I'm the worst, i-"

"Stop" your words stop on command and you look at him with shiny eyes. His hands reach for your cheeks and they caress your skin in the most delicate of ways, making you close your eyes for a second. "I missed you." it's something general and in no way he tries to incriminate you. "I missed us. it's just-" he sighs. "It feels like this is how it starts. First it's just a simple dinner, then, it's birthdays, and suddenly we're not sleeping together like.. together. We're just sharing a bed. And I wouldn't like that? Not at all. And I'm just talking shit right now because I'm so in love with you and I don't want to let go, you know?"

Your gentle smile and a big kiss to his lips help him to breathe better and to feel more relaxed, so do your arms around his waist.

"You don't wanna?" it's too late to ask that and you know the answer to your own question even if not a word comes out of his mouth. This moment right here was one of your shared firsts. At first you were adamant of the idea because you were taking things slow; but after seeing how smooth and fast this date had went; you just wanted to spend a little more time with him, show him your appreciation.

His body is following you and you are most definitely sure that his head is full of questions and confused thoughts, yet you can feel his eyes fixated on your back as you go up the stairs. it doesn't take him too long to connect the dots and he's not mad at the idea of you taking the wheel and leading. on the contrary; something stirs up in him once he gets to watch the knowing smile you give him once you're both at the door. you could tear his heart out if you wanted to, he doesn't mind at all.

He lightly bites your lip in the middle of a heated kiss and you get the signal to get your lips off of him for a second. "I cannot remember if I locked the car before coming in." his big doe eyes make you coo and you take the car keys in his hand to throw them right to your nearest bedside table. You both stumble right in the middle of your bed and he struggles a little to relax so you try and reassure him. "We'll see in a little bit, okay?" he nods once he locks eyes with you and his hands bring you close to him once again, finally embracing you in his arms and his lips instantly latching with yours.

You see, when your boyfriend comes home excited to announce that his house is finally ready and he packs all of the stuff laying around in your apartment, you're not expecting at all the fact that he's asking you to move in. And you, being the most over complicated human being in the whole world, ended up compromising to only having a drawer with some essentials and a hair dryer he would've to buy because your credit card most definitely needs to rest for a little bit. He was over the moon and pushing you to grab your clothes as quickly as you can.

Now... once you were on the garage you knew this was not just a simple bachelor house... From the over the top black facade for the whole thing to the most outrageous and completely new appliances waiting to be installed at the garage.. this was far from what you were imagining.

"Come on, babes! Fill it as you please." he jumps into the center aisle of the closet to sit on top of it, and you look at him as he were the craziest person in the world.

"Are you joking? My whole closet fits in here. I'd have to leave all of it in here to look at least a little bit full."

"I already told you I want you to move in with me, you just don't listen."

The way he's sitting like a kid looking at you with his silly smile while you hold onto your two t-shirts (all worn out t-shirts with some very suspicious stains that you'd not dare to go out in) and one spare toothbrush you'd found on some drawer of your bathroom is making you feel crazy.

"Don't be silly. I'll just leave this here." you put the clothes on top of some empty drawers and the toothbrush on the side. "But nothing more." he sighs and pushes his head back, in a very dramatic way, you might add.

"I don't mind you going out and getting some clothes to have here. I already told you. You could easily slip my wallet out of the back of my pants as I sleep at night and buy whatever you want." he jumps from the top of the aisle and comes towards you. "I want us to build a life here. I already told you. It's you, and nothing else." his sweet words don't ease the weird uncertain smirk on your face. His words are so sweet, though. But..

"I need time, Kook. We can't keep moving this fast."

"Of course we can! You trust me, I trust you. I want you, you want me. I love you, you love me. Where is this uncertainty coming from?" his arms hold you just as tight as you need, and his lips are there in that spot on your neck you love the most.

"You're distracting me.." you mumble, already defeated and his subtle laugh bringing sudden heat to your neck. "I know. I'm glad this is working." his body suddenly pressed right into yours making your cheeks start to flush with heat. "Maybe once I get you into the tub I can ease your worries.."

"Maybe the kitchen?" you playfully add and he cheekily bites your earlobe. "Just wait till I get you to the indoor pool." he lifts you up, making you instantly giggle with a small screech coming out once his hand makes contact with your ass.

"Spread these for me, would you?" he taps your thighs and you're surprisingly hesitant to do so; all of his kisses had yet to cloud the rational part of your brain. you're in a very compromising position though, with your skirt all ridled up and your shirt starting to push up against your cleavage thanks to his sneaky fingers and his intimidating eyes that make every little effort to distract you. the lust in his eyes make you feel like a prey, and you knew what he was up to the second he started leading you towards a more secluded area of the apartment, and you most definitely were done for.

"I promise no one will know. We'll come out in a second." his long fingers gently push the hair that had fallen on your face in the process of getting in the bed. You smile at him, but you're still not sure. You wanted to make a nice impression towards his best friend, and having sex on a bed that's not yours and an apartment that definitely is not yours wasn't going to help with that.

"It's the first time i'm meeting your best friend and you want to fuck on his bed while we're in his housewarming party?!" you slap his fingers that are trying to unbutton your shirt and he giggles in a child-like way. you're still anxious about it but you give him a smile once you see him frustrated with the last two buttons of your shirt. This is so taehyung; the way his satoori briefly intercepts his voice as he whines to you, the way his lips were pouted, and how he was not letting you leave from under him no matter what, his eyes trying to distract you while his hands were now busy holding your hips in place... he was pulling out the big guns.

"Jimin totally likes you. Nothing's going to happen. I promise. We'll be out in 10 minutes." his cheeky fingers are already at the hem of your underwear, gently going through it and it brings shivers to your skin once his fingers touch your skin.

"Fine. But this cannot become a thing." you roll your eyes and your hands instantly pull the neck of his shirt towards you, his face finally being close enough for you to bring your lips together in a heated kiss.

"Let me pull these to the side real quick" you giggle once again when you feel his groans on your neck, desperation shown in his movements.

all the families were in the waiting room of the airport, saying goodbyes and taking pictures with their loved ones since they weren’t going to see them in a really long time. you were sitting beside him, helping get his backpack organized with the help of his mother, who was also one of your favourite people in the world.

you were feeling nervous and kind of sad to see him leaving again, but you knew that crying in front of him would only make things worse, so the only thing you decided to do was to help him with everything before he had to go. as he looked down at your trembling hands and your laboured breath as you finished putting everything in its place, he looked at you with a reassuring kind of goofy smile, and took your cold hands into his warm ones.

“are you going to miss me, jagi?” he asks pulling you onto his side, and you cannot help but place your head in his shoulder. “i am” you answer in a whisper almost impossible to hear, but not for him. “i promise i’ll send you a lot of pictures and we’ll talk everyday. i’ll tell every single person i meet about how i have the coolest and most caring girlfriend in the world” he says with an enthusiast tone, making you smile and ease the pain that was building inside of your heart and stomach. “are you going to tell your coworkers about how you have the coolest boyfriend in the world?” he teasingly asks, and you look at him. “they alredy know, i’ve been screaming about it since the first day we’ve been together, jiminie”

and the last minutes you spent with him were full of jokes and teasing words, wishing you could stay by his side at all times, but also feeling your heart a little bit more at ease, ready to let him go. as the managers announced they should get ready to board the plane, he said his goodbyes and when he hugged you for the last time, his hyung, namjoon, took him by his collar and made him let go of you, making both of you laugh.

As soon as he wakes up, he checks the phone and instantly gets out of bed once he finds a text from you letting him know you're coming over to have some breakfast. Lazy Saturdays are the best. 

As he finds the kitchen spotless from last night; he somehow wishes it wasn't and he wishes there were still remains from a hypothetical cooking night between the both of you; one of his favorite activities that are so precious to him when it comes to you. Once you come through the door, you find him sitting in the kitchen, swinging his legs playfully, patiently waiting for you. He doesn't hesitate to come down from his spot and hug you once he sees you. He's excited to hold you and he shows you exactly that, leaving an excited groan once you're between his arms. He's so cute. “Did you miss me?" you look up at him and his heart skips a beat once he sees your smile; you're so pretty. every day, but especially today. even the earrings you were wearing (the ones he's especially proud of choosing as a birthday gift) were enhancing your face in the most beautiful of ways. You are so pretty. it tumbles out of his lips and it makes you squirm with joy, leaving a nice smooch on his lips afterwards. you don't stay in his arms too long though; the heavy plastic bags setting your hands on fire making you run to the nearest counter to settle them down.

He's left there entranced in the way you confidently stride across his kitchen; knowing where to place all of the things you bought and knowing where everything is after many hours spent together in this apartment, and definitely many nights of binge eating together. You're telling him about your morning and he swears he's listening to you intently, but at the same time he's trying to drink you in. from your silky hair, your perfect figure, noticeable even under all those layers of clothes thanks to the cold weather today. He smiles once he gets to process the fact that you're telling him you'd gotten out of your way to get those pastries he really loved on your first date together. And you're starting the coffee machine too. You make a killer coffee too. What did he ever do in his previous life to even deserve you? 

"Spread these for me, would you?" he taps your thighs and you're surprisingly hesitant to do so; all of his kisses had yet to cloud the rational part of your brain. you're in a very compromising position though, with your skirt all ridled up and your shirt starting to push up against your cleavage thanks to his sneaky fingers and his intimidating eyes that make every little effort to distract you. the lust in his eyes make you feel like a prey, and you knew what he was up to the second he started leading you towards a more secluded area of the apartment, and you most definitely were done for.

"I promise no one will know. We'll come out in a second." his long fingers gently push the hair that had fallen on your face in the process of getting in the bed. You smile at him, but you're not still not sure. You wanted to leave a nice impression, and having sex on a bed that's not yours and an apartment that definitely is not yours wasn't going to help with that.

"It's the first time i'm meeting your best friend and you want to fuck on his bed while we're in his housewarming party?!" you slap his fingers that are trying to unbutton your shirt and he giggles in a child-like way. you're still anxious about it but you give him a smile once you see him frustrated with the last two buttons of your shirt. This is so taehyung; the way his satoori briefly intercepts his voice as he whines to you, the way his lips were pouted, and how he was not letting you leave from under him no matter what, his eyes trying to distract you while his hands were now busy holding your hips in place... he was pulling out the big guns.

"Jimin totally likes you. Nothing's going to happen. I promise. We'll be out in 10 minutes." his cheeky fingers are already at the hem of your underwear, gently going through it and it brings shivers to your skin once his fingers touch your skin.

"Fine. But this cannot become a thing." you roll your eyes and your hands instantly pull the neck of his shirt towards you, his face finally being close enough for you to bring your lips together in a heated kiss.

"Let me pull these to the side real quick" you giggle once again when you feel his groans on your neck, desperation shown in his movements.

"You don't wanna?" it's too late to ask that and you know the answer to your own question even if not a word comes out of his mouth. This moment right here was one of your shared firsts. At first you were adamant of the idea because you were taking things slow; but after seeing how smooth and fast this date had went; you just wanted to spend a little more time with him, show him your appreciation.

His body is following you and you are most definitely sure that his head is full of questions and confused thoughts, yet you can feel his eyes fixated on your back as you go up the stairs. it doesn't take him too long to connect the dots and he's not mad at the idea of you taking the wheel and leading. on the contrary; something stirs up in him once he gets to watch the knowing smile you give him once you're both at the door. you could tear his heart out if you wanted to, he doesn't mind at all.

He lightly bites your lip in the middle of a heated kiss and you get the signal to get your lips off of him for a second. "I cannot remember if I locked the car before coming in." his big doe eyes make you coo and you take the car keys in his hand to throw them right to your nearest bedside table. You both stumble right in the middle of your bed and he struggles a little to relax so you try and reassure him. "We'll see in a little bit, okay?" he nods once he locks eyes with you and his hands bring you close to him once again, finally embracing you in his arms and his lips instantly latching with yours.

It was going to be the most perfect planned night. He had planned everything, from the food your baby was going to eat so that she could fall asleep as quick as possible, to the costume he was wearing and the handcuffs in his hands that he had stolen from his best friend Jimin, an actual cop. But he didn’t exactly steal it, more like borrowed it since he was on his honeymoon and Jungkook was in charge of taking care of his house while he was absent, handcuffs he had surprisingly found in Jimin’s bedroom. 

You end up giggling when he finally latches the handcuffs behind your back after a little bit of struggle and he whines. “Yah! Stay in character” it was amusing to hear him stomp his feet, almost like he was throwing a fit.

It was jungkook’s idea of doing this roleplay. He wanted to spice up your sex life after having your first daughter, and the first thing that came to his mind was to roleplay, since the sir and daddy kink ‘thingy’ made him giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Sorry, sorry” you try to hide your amused smile as you felt him pressed against you, holding onto the handcuffs with one hand and the other one making sure your front was glued to the wall.

the both of you had decided to have an spontaneous karaoke session in the middle of the day, and you had been having so much fun while having an almost brunch-like meal, but now, he was staying while you had to go to work, and it was hard, because he was so pretty today, his hair ruffled just the way you liked and he was in such a good mood, everything was perfect. but you couldn't stay with him, not even a chance. your brain had worked ten times harder than your heart to convince you of that.

"i love you so much, give me a kiss" you interrupt his extra note changes and grab his both cheeks with one hand, his lips puckering up, ready to reciprocate your kiss. "mwah!" he exaggeratedly exclaims and smiles once he hears your chuckles. "have a great day, baby" his bunny smile is the last thing you see from your living room once you close your apartment door.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think they’re needed

word count: 1.5k

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thinking about when was the last time he had the opportunity to truly look at you makes him realise about how the time keeps going by unapologetically.