Wipe Out

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rich!jk x middle-class!reader (f) genre/warnings; crazy rich asians!au, nyc!au, chaebol!jk, strangers to lovers, a meet-cute, jk is disgustingly rich, soft slow-lovin sex, lots of profanity, alcohol use w/c; 1.5k a/n; dreamy sighs. remember vic’s black card couple? It totally brought me back to how fun and amazing that series was. I really really enjoyed writing this. thank u for submitting!

“Do you… need help?”

“Uh, no?”

You’re not an employee, but you are an avid Target shopper. The person in question is buying a lot—no, a fuckton of things. The most expensive and best-smelling fabric softeners, over ten pints of Halo Top ice cream, and a twenty dollar toothbrush holder you’ve been eyeing for weeks in the hope it’ll go on sale.

The man looks absolutely clueless, not because he doesn’t know what to buy, but it seems like he doesn’t know how to end his Target run. Fear not, you’re a dedicated master of controlling your stress-induced Target runs, so you do your good deed of the day and decide to help him out.

“Are you furnishing an apartment?” you ask lightly, eyeing copious amounts of cookies and ramen that’s tucked in the very bottom of the cart.

“Um, yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, looking down sheepishly on the polished white floor. He’s dressed down in a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants, but you’re impressed that they’re actually clean and creased nicely. “My mom already got me the apartment, and I already told her that’s too much. I told her that I could do everything myself, but she’s so insistent.”

“Ah, overprotective mother?”

“You have no idea,” he grins, “if you have any pointers for a clueless bachelor living alone for the first time, I’d appreciate it.”

This man is sneaky. Under the guise of being completely helpless (and a bachelor, no less!) you can’t help but aid this man.

Most importantly, his smile is completely and utterly heart melting.

With a fake cough, you pat your stomach to quell the aching butterflies smothering your chest. You dare another look into his pretty brown eyes when you quickly spit your name out, which causes Jungkook to smile even wider. “Well Jungkook, for starters,” you pull up your Target app on your phone, “do you have a Red Card? It saves you money on any Target purchase.”

“No, but I have a black card?” he turns his head in confusion, not understanding the use of Target’s loyalty program, “that should work too, right?”

You simply laugh, and reason with him that you’re thinking of two completely different things.

It’s the first time you’re spending a night in Jungkook’s apartment. He never lets you over, reasoning that your apartment is warm and smells like sugar, like what a home is supposed to be. You should be excited to be nosy in Jungkook’s apartment and see all his cute baby pictures and the type of tea he drinks. Normally you’d be over the moon, but you’re love-drunk as shit and all you want to be is wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.

He doesn’t bother turning on the light as he weaves through his apartment building, holding you securely in koala style as he makes his way to your bedroom. It’s a blur as you’re currently occupied by the way Jungkook somehow manages to grind his stiff dress pants against your thinly clothed core, so you don’t see much of the rooms. You can only make out the faint scent of leftover lavender incense as Jungkook doesn’t waste time throwing you on his plush bed, following soon to press his body against yours.

“You’re completely, and utterly amazing,” he spreads kisses throughout every part of your body, irons them throughout your skin with warm presses of his champagne coated lips, “gonna love you so good tonight, baby.”

You simply moan in response, shimmying out of your little black dress and tilting your head to give Jungkook more access to your skin.

These past three months have been nothing short of a blissful whirlwind. Jungkook, who moved into the city as a hopeful bachelor, ironically ended up being cuffed by you after two weeks of not-so-accidental Target runs and lunch dates.

As much as you’re enamoured by his sweetness and eagerness to learn how to live on his own, he’s inspired by your independence and charm. A self-made woman, he calls you, proudly showing you off to your friends whenever he can. Oftentimes you try to reason with him that he’ll be self-made too, as he’s working on a start-up that’s just inches off from launching. Every time however, he kisses your forehead and simply says that it’s just not the same as you.

“So lucky to have met you,” he sighs, pumping his dick languidly as he admires your glistening body, “I think Target is my favorite store in the world. Who the fuck needs Gucci or Yves?”

You giggle deliriously, thinking he’s just saying silly shit as he always does. Your giggles soon hasten into whines when you feel the slick head run up and down your engorged folds, eager to have that full and warm feeling eat you up. “Koo,” you run your fingers through his cropped dark hair, “please, fuck me good.”

As Jungkook slowly but firmly pounds you into the mattress, your tipsy haze has you thinking how tonight feels different than most. For one thing, you’re in his apartment. It feels special, like you’ve managed to break through another layer of the reserved yet open Jeon Jungkook. Sure, he’ll tell you from top to bottom his top 10 Greatest Anime Betrayals, but so far he hasn’t told you much about his family and life before coming to the city.

Again, you think it’s the alcohol, but it isn’t just the sex, it’s the vibe. It just feels different than going home to your too-tiny one-room apartment. How is his sex playlist echoing through his walls so seamlessly? It makes The Weeknd’s I Feel It Coming sound so melodious, and you’d never admit that to him. Even the sheets feel luxurious, as if they’ve been crafted by the finest seamers in the country.

When the both of you climax and nuzzle against the sheets, you stop your weird mid-sex overthinking and just let yourself love. Jungkook wipes the sweat off your brow and uses cucumber-scented baby wipes to clean upstairs and downstairs. There’s nothing different, there mustn't be. It must be extra special because you’re with Jeon Jungkook, the most amazing man in the world.

You don’t even remember falling asleep, the mattress is just that damn soft.

The next morning, you have a slight headache and your mouth feels like paper. Smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you force yourself out of bed. Pawing at the nightstand for your phone, you’re met with a cool paperweight.

Your eyes bug out as you see that a gold bar is hugging the sensitive documents against the sleek black table. Sparkly, but still dull enough to look authentically expensive. Is that real gold? You have half a mind to put the bar in your mouth and give it a little bite, just to check.

Wide awake, you chance a look at Jungkook, who’s still sleeping soundly and facing the other side of the bedroom. Careful not to wake him, you press a single toe on the cool espresso colored hardwood and move to find his dress shirt to put on.

Buttoning the silky material enough to cover your bits, you step out the door to see if you can make breakfast.

You scream. Where the fuck are you?

“The hell, babe?” Jungkook is all but calm at your shrill attack, his groggy morning voice that normally has you melting all but ignored.

“Jungkook,” you whisper in fear, unable to turn around and face him, “whose house did we break into last night?”

This is the penthouse, AKA, the most expensive fucking floor in the whole building. There are wall-to-wall double windows, with light-blocking curtains that open with a motion of your arm. The television is the width of the wall, with speakers embedded into the ceiling. There’s a wine fridge as tall as Jungkook mounted on the kitchen wall. The countertops are a milky white marble, matching the floor that’s so shiny you can see your coochie clearly from the opening of your button down. You promptly close your legs.

“Wha?” Jungkook steps behind you, a sheet wrapped around his waist to establish a modicum of decency. Now that it’s morning, you can clearly see that the eggshell sheets look so buttery they must be Egyptian. “I told you, I live here.”

“That’s Swarovski Crystal,” you point accusingly at the million-cut vase holding an abundant amount of sunset orange tiger lilies on the kitchen counter, which you’re absolutely sure do not grow naturally in this country. “I’m pretty sure I saw Michelle Obama with that vase on an episode of Home and Garden.”

“It was a gift,” Jungkook shrugs tiredly, and you already know he wants to pull you back to bed.

“Jungkook,” you grit, “what the fuck? Do you sell drugs?”

It’s meant to be a half-joke, but you falter slightly when you see Jungkook deflate. Maybe he hoped you’d be more casual about this, but from the look on your face, Jungkook deduces that it’s wishful thinking. He opens his blanket, and pulls you inside, relishing in the warmth of your body.

“I… have some explaining to do,” he mumbles dejectedly, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

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to build a home | chapter four

pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. smut

word count: 8.8k

warnings: angst. omg intense mutual pining. these two istg. swearing. alcohol. hospital talk and needles. straddling. masturbation (m)

author’s note: i don’t even want to say anything because I can’t keep my mouth shut about how much I love these two fools. and the cute little human. and i feel like if i don’t keep my mouth shut I’m gonna ruin the experience but! i truly do hope you like this chapter. sorry for the delay – she’s a hefty, loaded one because HELLO? things are HAPPENING? things are happening and they’re getting sexy. ok i’m gonna leave now but i will say ggukie self love at the end🤫

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter Four

There are unfinished entries in your journal. Thoughts that left as quick as they came, some that found you distracted or perhaps even abruptly taken out of the action.

You don’t normally go back to them, mind already too focused on the next thing by the time the blank page finds you again. You’ve come to understand feelings tend to have a futile nature when not nurtured enough and yours play no exception.

You go back to this one, though. Almost like fate. The leather bindings fall from your grasp, hitting the floor upside down. You quickly pick it up, afraid the pages will wrinkle. And then it finds you. It’s undated and relatively short.

There are five senses that make us receptive to the world around us. And if the world was a person, how would it sound like, smell like, look like, feel like… taste like?

“Good morning.” Jungkook’s voice startles you.

You gasp, a noise he can barely register, quickly coming to stand up from the awkward kneeling position he’d found you in on the floor.

“What are you doing up,” your question is brass and he raises his brow at you, amusement evident in his face. “Morning, I mean- uh… it’s early.”

He lets out a faint chuckle, allowing himself to take you in. Sleep hasn’t fully rubbed off from your face – your hair’s a bit ruffly, eyes still puffy, and he can make up the creases from the pillow on your cheek. You fidget slightly, shivering from the morning cold. He notices you’re barefoot, balancing yourself from one foot to the other to escape the chilly feeling of the tiles. His eyes travel up and as much as he tries to fight it, he can’t help but observe how quickly you’ve taken the sun on your skin, a layer of golden hues adorning your legs that makes you glow when enhanced with the early stages of the morning sun that reflect off the balcony window.

This is where his eyes should stop at, he knows. But they don’t. They continue the dance upwards in such a seamless way it takes Jungkook a second to realize this is the first time he’s ever perceived you in such light. Your pyjama shorts are so small they’d be laughable if his brain wasn’t fighting with how little you’re leaving to his imagination, and the fabric of your tank top is worn out enough to be sheer. He knows you don’t intend to but the way you’re holding your journal to you is pushing up at your breasts that, once again, do him no favours with the visual the low-cut baby tee provides.

Stop.

“I wanted to have some coffee before Soori’s up,” he says and you nod. “You?”

Your gaze falls down and you fidget again. “I wanted to watch the sunrise.”

“Good,” he says because if he lets himself speak any further the words would be far different. ‘Cute’ the one echoing in his head. “Do you want some coffee?”

“That’d be nice. Thank you.”

The sound of the Nespresso machine kick-starting takes you by surprise, startling you once again. He chuckles at this.

“Jumpy this morning, aren’t we?”

“It’s awfully noisy for something that claims to be top-notch technology,” you defend.

“What? You’re telling me you brew your coffee every morning?” His voice doubles on patronizing but in reality, he’s just curious – amazed even.

“It tastes better.”

“It also takes double the time.”

You raise a brow, tentatively. “I like to take my time in the mornings.”

You’ve won this round because all Jungkook can do is stare at you. He stares and he mentally scolds himself for the effect your words have on him. For the places his mind goes. Why he found himself twisting such innocent words is beyond him but he can’t quite tame them down. He doesn’t like the loss of control yet he wonders why he keeps welcoming it.

He hums and you silently take your victory. You walk closer to the kitchen counter, gently placing your journal on top of it. The swirls of the marble of the smooth surface contrasting against the leather where your fingers trace the uneven shape of a star, over and over again.

And if the world was a person, how would it sound like, smell like, look like, feel like… taste like?

It’s way too early in the morning to quieten down your thoughts. It’s way too early in the morning to pretend his eyes on you didn’t send shivers down your spine, butterflies to your tummy, aggressive flutters to your chest.

Jeon Jungkook is not the world. But he sure as hell resembles all of its beauty and stark. It’s never-ending paradox, the way it starts and stops at any given moment. The way everything is temporary but has you wishing it wasn’t.

Reference.

Coffee, you decide. The world would smell like coffee and a mix of the clean but soft laundry detergent and the faint cedarwood you can sometimes make out when in his proximity. You can smell it on Soori in the mornings when he passes her over to you – the soft baby smell of her head and Jungkook’s cologne on her clothes after having her in his arms.

He turns around and places a cup of coffee in front of you and you try to lock the smell of this particular one somewhere in your head. You thank him, giving him a smile.

“You’re welcome. I’ll make sure to brew it next time.” His voice is raspy and playful and lacks the edge it usually sports.

It’s comfort, you think. The world sounds like comfort. The morning bliss of that time of day where the world hasn’t picked its pace yet – nothing feels heavy and you navigate through the stillness and pleasures of its quiet nature.

“You know… I grind my coffee beans, too.” You tease.

He smiles before narrowing his eyes at you. “Now you’re just abusing my kindness.”

Soori’s baby monitor beeps, signalling that she’s starting to wake up.

“I can go get her,” you say.

“No, no. I’ll go.” He says, already making his way to her nursery.

You can hear him coo at her from the nursery – a soft voice, easing her into wakefulness. She’s quiet for a minute until she lets out that excited shriek you’ve come to realize she reserves for Jungkook.

A couple of minutes later they come out of the room. Her silky hair’s a mess and Jungkook keeps running his hands over it to try to tame down. You laugh a little and her eyes snap up, a big smile forming at the sight of you. She offers you her giraffe which, in Soori language, is the best greeting there is. You walk over to her, grabbing her cheeks in your hands and bringing her face closer to you before you plant a kiss on her forehead.

“Good morning, princess.” You coo.

Jungkook bounces her a little, a soft baby voice when he says, “we’re very ready to fill that tummy up this morning, aren’t we, baby?” he brings her whole body to his face, blowing raspberries on her little belly. Her loud giggles fill the room as you walk to the kitchen to make her bottle.

“Thank you,” he says and you simply smile.

They head to the couch and he props her on top of a pillow, his body coming to rest against the cushions as he gets comfortable, too. From the kitchen you can take in the view pretty well. The way he strokes her face as he whispers things to her you can’t make out, her tiny baby babble almost as if trying to engage in conversation. He nuzzles his face next to hers and lets out a surprised shriek of his own when she tugs at his hair, tight grip on it, giggling at his evident pain.

You walk over to them and softly grab a hold of her little hand, releasing the big lock of hair she’d captured in it.

“Thank you,” he laughs. “How is she so strong?”

“She’s super baby. Right, Soo?” you say, passing Jungkook the bottle.

“Yes, she is.” He looks fondly at her, so much love in his eyes it’s almost contagious. She makes grabby hands at her bottle and he chuckles before complying. “Enjoy your food, baby.”

You let yourself stare at them for a second. Her chubby hand on top of his inked one that holds her bottle, their gazes never leaving one another – her eyes a carbon copy of his own. The love he gives her settles in your chest, a selfless feeling that softens it before it makes it feel airy – giddy almost.

Her gaze locks on the bottle for a little too long and she goes a little cross-eyed. Jungkook laughs at this – nose scrunching up, bunny teeth on display, full tenderness falling on his features.

This is what it would look like, you conclude – the world.

~

Jungkook’s friends are an army of adults that only look like adults because of the number of kids they seem to be either chasing after or keeping entertained. Your mouth gapes in slight surprise as you take in the sight before you as you enter the restaurant.

Soori is in your arms as you follow behind Jungkook, who’s being swarmed by his friends in various congratulatory praises over the new hotel and a couple of teasing over how he’s all grown up now. It’s a cute sight to see and you can’t help but chuckle softly as you see him get flustered by all the attention, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

You spot Mai, whose smile widens at the sight of you.

“___!” She says, running towards you before pulling you in a hug, Soori included. “And my favorite girl. Hi baby Blue.” You pass Soori to her, who jumps in excitement. “So glad to see you. The both of you.”

“You too, Mai.” You say, eyes still accommodating to all the new faces.

“Ha, you’ll get used to it, don’t worry.” She reassures once she senses your overwhelm.

Truth is, you thought Mai and Taehyung and their bubbly, welcoming personalities were an exception in Jungkook’s life. At times, it left you wondering just how they’d ever come to meet and bond considering their contrasting natures. But a quick scan across the room has you realizing that perhaps that exception multiplied. It even leaves you wondering if it was never an exception to begin with – if he connected with these people because he, too, was bubbly and welcoming once. The thought alone makes you wince in surprise. Mai laughs besides you.

“Here,” she starts, “let me give you the run down. We’ve all known each other since high school – I know, crazy. Well, with the exception of some. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?” You simply nod. “That’s Jin – Ggukie’s cousin. He’s also super involved in the hotels, and whatnot. And that’s Suelgi, his wife. They preached a whole lot about how they didn’t want any children but God must’ve found that funny because they sorta slipped and ended up having twins.” She smiles, pointing at a little boy and a girl, a perfect copy and paste of one another, currently being chased down by two men. “Hye and Haneul. They’re five.”

“Looks like the cutest slip up to me,” you say.

“Without a doubt,” she nods. “The two clowns keeping those two busy are Jimin and Yoongi – bachelors of the group. That’s a nice way of saying very single. But they couldn’t be more different. One’s a hopeless romantic and the other enjoys his solitude and sleeps too much. I’ll let you make your guesses.”

You let out a chuckle. “Not to judge a book by its cover but I think the pink hair gives Jimin away.”

“Correct. Moving on, that’s Namjoon and Iseul. High school sweethearts with parenting skills that puts Discovery, Home & Health to shame. They’re currently raising the future president and Dae’s favourite human, Sun. Yes, like the Sun. She’s six and smart beyond her years.” She points to the little girl, curly hair framing her delicate features as she patiently helps Dae colour in what looks like a Mandala.

You smile. “I like her name.”

“She lives up to it,” she returns. “Last but certainly not least, that’s Hobi and Kenny, his girlfriend. If the face rings a bell don’t worry, she’s got a pretty famous one. She’s a model. They’ve been together for a while and I, for one, can’t wait for them to reproduce because I mean, look at those genes. Beautiful babies.” She says the last part a little louder as she notices Kenny listening in on the conversation.

“Wow… you’re all so…-”

“Disparate?” Mai asks, a playful tone lacing her words.

You chuckle softly. “Maybe.”

“Not what you were expecting, huh?”

“No. Jungkook is just so…,” you stop yourself, not wanting to overstep or cross the line of professionality.

But there’s no such line in Mai’s eyes. “He’s not. Like that, I mean. He’s not… this. He is bubbly. Probably bubblier than all of us combined at times. And kind. Generous. The biggest goofball, hence why he’s the favourite uncle. And Soori’s a perfect mirror of that… of him. All her goodness… that’s him.”

Mai words affect you more than she probably realizes. It’s the way she talks about him. The way that your eyes look for him in the crowded room and find him next to Sun, colouring with Dae in his lap. That smile in his face that becomes unshakable when he’s surrounded by pure, unadulterated love. You’ve come to realize that smile holds an omnipresent power that settles in places you can’t quite reach – and it grows, grows, grows. It grows until your heart feels fragile. A fragility that makes you susceptible to the world around you. To the way things look, smell, sound like. A vulnerability that takes in everything as if it was the very first time – a growing curiosity that tugs at your heart in wonder. What does it feel like, what does it taste like?

“I just hope… I hope I can be of help.” Is all you can muster.

“I think you are. I think you will be. More than you’ll probably imagine.”

~

Jungkook’s eyes narrow down at his friends. From his spot on the table next to Sun and Dae, he has a clear view of the sneaky little circle they’ve formed in his absence. He follows their line of vision slowly until his eyes land on you. Soori’s playmat had been laid down on the floor and Mai and Kenny had joined you as you all played with Soori and engaged in conversation.

“Hey, I’ll be right back okay, buddy? You’re doing so well. I love the colours.” He tells Dae as he gently places him back on the chair. He only nods, full focus on his Mandala.

He walks over to his friends, coming to a stand right next to them. Only they seem to not really notice his presence.

He snaps his fingers once. “Hey, you bunch of troglodytes. Quit it.”

“Can she babysit for me?”

“Jimin, you don’t have any kids,” Namjoon says, his eyes still glued to you.

“It’s me. I’m the kid.”

Jungkook’s flat palm comes up, promptly hitting him in the back of his head. “Shut up.”

Hobi snorts. “He’s only joking, Ggukie. Don’t get too jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, you idiots. She’s Soori’s nanny. Don’t be creepy.”

Jin finally turns to Jungkook, face contorting in confusion before he asks, “wait. How old is she?”

“Twenty-three.” Taehyung replies, sipping leisurely on a mimosa.

“Ah! Then go in peace, Gguk.” Jin says.

He scoffs. “Go in- what is that supposed to mean?”

“Jungkook, don’t be dense.” Yoongi’s voice is monotone as he speaks. “Contrary to your filthy beliefs we were commenting on how good she’s with Soori.”

“Where’s your head, Jungkookie, hm?” Taehyung teases.

“Nowhere.” He says, defensively.

“Yeah, right.” Yoongi murmurs.

Hobi puts an arm around Jungkook, whispering, “although we won’t judge if, you know, your mind is going to filthy places.”

“Stop objectifying her.” Jungkook doesn’t miss the protective tone that takes over his voice.

Jimin’s eyes snap to Jungkook. “Oh. Oh… shit. Okay. There goes my chance. Got it dude.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung huffs.

Jungkook rolls his eyes at them, waving his hand dismissively.

He tries not to think about it. He tries not to think about his friends pointing out how gentle you are with Soori. How much she seems to love you. He tries to ignore the other attributes they insinuate on.

Jungkook tries, and tries, and tries but with every glance in your direction, with every inevitable pull, with every ounce of subjectivity masked by objectivity… he fails.

~

You’d pretty much been Jungkook’s shadow all day. From overseeing the final details before the inauguration, lunch with his parents, a tour of the, might you add, impressive premises all the way to the speeches over bubbly champagne and watching him cut the ribbon.

It was eye catching, you’ll admit. The pretty dresses and the bigger-than-life feeling of it all. It was a star-studded event and you don’t miss how easily he attracts them. The stars.

He fits so well in this world. Navigating it with ease, mastering the art of the small talk. The business talk. The politics talk.

There’s not a country he can’t attest for when it comes to the greatness of the world. Not a culture he hasn’t been exposed to in order to appease his highly diverse crowd. The way he talks is captivating and you find yourself staring with the same awe as those who are just now experiencing his pull.

When you excuse yourself for the night so you can put Soori to bed you can’t shake off that feeling. The awe.

He not only amazes you but inspires you. And you know his heart is fully invested in what he does because what the fuck do you care about hotels, and politics and stocks?

No – what inspires you is his passion. The drive and giddiness that you could make out in his voice when he was on his fiftieth thank you of the night. Showered with praises but ever so humble.

Ever so human.

And that’s exactly what you’re hit with next.

Because stars burn, too.

You’re about to make your way to the kitchen, throat dry in need of water. It’s just a little past midnight and you’d been enjoying the comfort of the hotel bed and a good Murakami story.

Your foot’s halfway out the door when the sound of the card reader beeping freezes you in your spot.

You can make out footsteps and heels clinking against the shiny floors. And although you can’t see the scene that unfolds next, you can hear it.

“Ggukie, have some water,” a gentle voice you recognize as Kenny’s fills the room.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Hobi returns.

“Fuck, I just- I hate it. I hate how she’s still the topic of conversation. ‘How’s Irie,’” he mimics in a whiny voice.

Kenny sighs. “They’ve no idea, Gguk. Nobody does, she just- fuck. Disappeared. I get asked about her every day. During every shoot, every dinner party.”

Jungkook’s words are slurred when he says, “and when Soori starts asking questions. Then what?”

“You’ll tell her the truth.” Hobi answers.

Jungkook scoffs at his response. “I can’t do that. I can’t tell her, ‘Oh yeah mommy left because she didn’t- she couldn’t… love you…’”

Dense silence fills the room and your heart sinks at his words.

Hobi exhales loudly, sounding slightly defeated.

“You’ll love her enough for the both of you. You already do.”

~

It’d been a week since you’d come back from the trip.

A week since you’d been let in on a small percentage of what you’d walked right into when you started working for Jungkook.

You still don’t know the details but so far, the story doesn’t sound very promising.

You sit at the park with Lucy, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. Your thoughts must be loud as hell because Lucy sighs in desperation, making you look up at her.

“Don’t do the thing,” she says.

“What thing?”

“The thing where your heart takes on somebody else’s pain entirely.”

“You do the thing, too.” You defend.

“And that’s exactly why I’m telling you not to do the thing.” She retorts.

“What if I already did the thing?”

Lucy stares at you for a moment before she shakes her head slowly.

“You’re in… deep shit, to put it lightly.”

“And that’s code word for…?”

“Love.”

You huff at this, “I’m not in love with him. What do you mean?”

“I know that you know better than to think you’re not walking a dangerously close line to the word you spew at with such dismissal.”

“I just… feel for him. And for Soori. I feel for her. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I was referring to her, too.”

~

You tap the end of your pen repeatedly on the blank page of your journal. Tap, tap, tap. You check the time – 4:15 pm. Soori had gone down for her nap only fifteen minutes ago, a little later than usual because she’d been fussy and wanted to be held.

This morning when Jungkook had walked inside the kitchen you noticed how it wasn’t accompanied by her cheerful babble. Instead, her eyes were glassy and she held onto her father for dear life, not even lightning up at the prospect of pancakes.

She’d been in obvious discomfort and was running a little bit of a temperature. Jungkook had called the doctor and he reassured him it was nothing to worry about right away. He was still hesitant about leaving her, especially considering how avidly her tears flowed during doorway goodbyes. But he had meetings back-to-back about the progression of his new hotel that required his presence. So, he’d left, eyes as glassy as hers and with a promise from you to give him hourly updates and call immediately if anything even slightly worsened.

When you’d put Soori down after she’d finally fallen asleep nothing seemed to be any different from this morning. If anything, you were glad she’d finally gone down – hoping she could sleep off whatever bug she’d caught. But when you kissed her forehead before putting her down on her crib your lips had felt the warmth on her delicate skin. You thought it was her usual body heat or maybe the fact she’d snuggled up against your chest as you rocked her back and forth. But now it plagues your thoughts, nervous at the idea that it could be something worse.

You set your pen down, promptly closing your journal before tossing it to the side as you stand up from the couch and begin to make your way up the stairs all the way to her nursery. Your hands are a bit shaky – she’s never gotten sick before from what Jungkook has told you, let alone under your care.

You open the door to her nursery, quietly making your way over to the foot of her crib. She’s sound asleep and you can see the rise and fall of her little chest. You sigh a breath of relief.

Your hand comes down to her face, placing the back of your fingers on her forehead gently. She’s scolding hot under your touch, so much so you jerk your hand back instinctively.

“Fuck.” You murmur under your breath, hands quickly coming to unlock your phone before you’re scrolling down frantically, searching for Jungkook’s number.

Two rings.

“Hello?” He sounds frantic, too.

“Jungkook. You have to come home. Now.”

“What’s wrong? What happened, ___?”

“Soori’s burning, I- I think she has a fever. I- I don’t know but, I think it’s bad, I-” You’re stuttering, voice shaking.

“___, stop. Stop.” He says and you can hear movement in the background, footsteps accompanied by faraway voices. “Can you drive?”

“Huh?”

“I need you to check the address that I’m sending you right now. It’s the hospital. Soori’s head paediatrician will be waiting for you there. Can you drive?”

“Uh- yes. Yes, I can drive.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

Your next steps are precise and snappy, yet you feel like the world has fallen into slow motion around you. You grab Soori, holding her in your arms as she begins to wake up, fidgeting in your hold as whines start escaping her little mouth. Her diaper bag is as packed as it will be considering you’re just trying to get the two of you out the door as soon as possible. Still, you do a quick run over of its contents before you decide nothing too important is missing. Extra pacifier, diapers, a change of clothes, wipes – good enough.

You rush down the stairs – Soori’s cries are just getting louder, but you don’t lose focus as you grab your own bag and retrieve the keys from the keyholder on the wall of the doorway. You look down at them, an MB insignia carved onto it tells you as much as you have to know before you’re out the door, making your way to the white car.

You strap Soori into the pink car seat at the back, double checking she’s safely trapped in before you walk back to the driver’s seat. You grab your phone, clicking on the address Jungkook has sent you so that Google Maps can pan out the route. He’s sent the name of the doctor along with a, ‘___, drive safe.’

Your hands grip the steering wheel as you try to ground yourself.

Keys. Ignition. Why are there so many fucking buttons?

You take a deep inhale, focusing.

Push to start.

~

Jungkook can’t quite make out time and space. Everything feels like a blur as he navigates through the city traffic – cursing every single driver that takes up the lanes on his way to the hospital.

He parks in a space that’s probably too narrow for his car but he can’t give an ounce of a fuck right now, exiting the vehicle and sprinting all the way to the entrance.

The sterile white of the walls nearly resemble heaven to him as the sliding doors come to an open and an air of relief settles through him.

He wills another sprint all the way to the reception, breathily letting out a, “Soori. Jeon Soori. I’m her father – she just checked in.”

The lady in front of the computer just stares at him for a second too long for Jungkook’s taste and before he can rain hellfire on her a nurse walks over to him, a gentle smile on her face before she says, “here, follow me.”

“How is she?”

“I checked her in. She was running a pretty high fever so we hooked her to an IV and started her on some Motrin. We suspect she might have an infection, so we’re running tests to cancel out anything serious.”

Jungkook’s heart sinks at her words – the image of Soori being poked around with needles filling him with the same unease she must’ve felt. He thinks about how he wasn’t there to hold her through it – tears begin to pool at the corner of his eyes.

The nurse opens the door and lets him in first.

You’re the first thing he sees – your back to him as you stand in front of the window, Soori’s body is lax in your arms as you sway her from side to side. Her little face rests in the crook between your neck and shoulder and he can see her sniffle back some leftover tears. Your nails caress lightly at her scalp.

You’re singing to her.

You see I’ve forgotten if they’re… green or they’re Blue.

Anyways the thing is

What I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes… I’ve ever seen…

Jungkook walks inside the room, the sound of his footsteps startling Soori. You come to a halt, turning around – a loud sigh leaving your mouth at the sight of him.

“Hey, baby… hey Soori girl,” he walks over to you, hands reaching for Soori who falls into them almost immediately. The tiny cries that leave her lips sound more relieved than anything and they break Jungkook’s heart all over again. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry for leaving. I’m here. Daddy’s here, okay? You’re alright. I love you so much.”

His voice soothes her and he doesn’t stop showering her with his sweet reassurance until she’s calmed down again – her body relaxing against his chest as she drifts sleepily. It reminds Jungkook of when she was a newborn and another set of tears threaten to release at the mere thought. He lets them – bringing his cheek to hers and letting himself just hold her.

He’s so scared. He’s so scared as he feels the heat her body gives out. Scared seeing the needle that sticks out from her small hand. Scared as he sits down and waits for the doctor, swaying her back and forth even though she’s fallen asleep in his arms already.

Your voice brings him back.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You did everything right,” he meets your eyes, voice barely a whisper, “thank you. For getting her here safe. And being with her.”

“Of course.”

Both your eyes snap towards the door as the doctor knocks twice before coming in.

“Jungkookie,” he says, an endearment lacing his voice that has you frowning in confusion.

“Mr. Park. Is she okay?”

“She will be, son. You have nothing to worry about. I’m afraid she caught an ear infection. It must’ve happened at the beach – little ones are more susceptible to it. But we’ll start her on antibiotics right away. She’ll bounce right back, you’ll see.”

Jungkook lets out a breath he’d been holding since he parted ways with his daughter this morning – a sigh of relief easing the tension in his entire body.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He says.

“You’re a good dad, Jungkook-ah. She’s a happy, healthy kid.”

Jungkook only nods, face falling at the unshakable guilt he feels for not being there for Soori when she needed him the most.

“And you,” he says, meeting your eyes, “you did a good job getting her here fast. People tend to oversee fevers in little ones, thinking their bodies react the same way as ours. I’m glad she got here on time.”

You nod, his words making you feel more uneasy than comfortable at the thought of anything happening to Soori had you not checked up on her when you did.

“When can I take her home,” Jungkook asks.

“We’ll have her hooked on the IV for a little bit longer. I’ll write you the prescription for the antibiotics and we can check her out. She’ll be a little loopy for the rest of today – just make sure she rests well and eats good.”

“Will do, sir. Thank you again. I- I appreciate it.”

“Call me if anything, you know where to reach me.” Jungkook nods. The doctor’s halfway out the door when he turns back around, “oh, and congratulations on the opening of the new hotel. Jiminie told me is by far your best work. We’re proud of you, Jungkook.”

Ah… makes sense now.

“Come see it for yourself one day? On me.”

Mr. Park gives him a genuine smile, nodding in affirmation before he’s out the door.

~

Soori is fast asleep in Jungkook’s arms as the three of you walk past the doorway, entering his home. Sighs of relief falling past both of your lips. The synchronised action makes you turn to one another, sharing a small smile as you realize.

“I’m gonna go put her down,” he says and you nod, walking closer to him and placing a soft kiss on one of her plump cheeks.

As Jungkook makes his way up the stairs you walk to the living room – it looks a little bit of a mess. There’s an array of toys and books you’d retrieved from her playroom in an attempt to keep her happy through her discomfort at being so sick throughout the day. You begin tidying up, putting things back into their respective baskets and stacking up her favourite books to place back into the shelves.

It’s twenty past seven and Lucy has been calling you repeatedly, worried over the fact you haven’t made it back yet. You shoot her a text, letting her know you’re safe and that you will fill her in as soon as you’re home.

The day has felt both long and not long enough considering everything that happened. And even though Soori is safe and free of any harm, the nervousness that took over you when her wellbeing was in jeopardy still lingers. Her loud cries when the needle went past her little fist still echo in your head, tearing at your heart once again. That moment had you realizing just how little she is. How helpless.

Jungkook’s face when he held her in his arms, both their eyes covered in tears, also haunts you. The pain in his face – the guilt and disappointment towards himself. His voice telling her how sorry he was more devastating than you can possibly put into words and you want nothing more than to never have to see that pained expression take over his features again.

On neither of them.

After a while, Jungkook makes his way down the stairs – making up your shadow from a distance as he sees you grab one of Soori’s baskets from the floor. The room is only lit by a floor lamp on the far end corner of the living room.

“Leave it. I’ll clean it tomorrow. You’ve done enough.”

You turn to him; his voice is soft – exhaustion evident in it.

“It’s okay, I can just-”

“Please, ___...” he pleads.

“Okay…”

He makes his way to the sofa, sitting down on the edge as his elbows come to rest on his legs, face falling into his hands. You can hear his heavy inhales – his breathing still shaky.

“Thank you. I-” but Jungkook can’t find the words. He can’t find the words to explain how much it means to him that his daughter was in the arms of someone she trusts today. Someone that held her and swayed her in the way that only a few people know relaxes her. In the arms of someone that sang to her to calm her nerves.

“Thank you for trusting me,” is all you say and he looks up at you, slightly bewildered at your words.

Your eyes hold a kindness in them that confuses Jungkook for a second before his heart falls into the fragility that the day has put him in. He looks at you – at your empathy, and he breaks. Tears pool in the corner of his eyes and his lips quiver, face falling onto his hands again.

You take a step closer, standing before him. You’re caught between not knowing what to do and wanting to do anything it takes to ease his pain. To let him know that it’s okay. That everything will be okay. That the worst has passed – today and weeks back, when this cloud of sorrow settled onto him. When his heart broke and convinced him it’d never mend again.

But it scares you. It scares you to not know if his vulnerability is a side effect of the day or him actually letting you in. Still, your hand reaches out slowly, shaky fingers resting on top of his head before they bend, caressing his scalp softly. It feels impersonal and not enough but you hope the touch speaks its nature.

He stills for a second, shoulders tensing as he makes up your gentle touch. But it feels so good and comforting he pushes all thoughts aside and keens at it, letting himself bask in it.

“Gguk,” his eyes snap open, looking up at you, surprised at your use of the pet name. You ignore it, keeping a soft demeanour as you say, “she’s going to be okay. And you’re a good dad.”

He sniffles back tears, nodding lightly at your words. “It’s just… I’m the only thing she has in this world. It’s- it’s me. Only me-” his voice fills itself with exasperation, words stuttering as he grows anxious once again.

His words yank at your heart and your hands come to a stop; fingers still tangled in his hair.

“Hey, look at me. Please, look at me.” His gaze finds yours and you cock your head to the side to take him in better. Before you can second guess your actions, your hand falls on his cheek, cupping it gently. “I don’t know much about parenting… and I can’t even begin to understand your fears. I’m just an spectator but, Jungkook, all of your goodness is imprinted in her. So, if you’re all she has then I’d say she’s so very lucky.”

He stares up at you, processing your words. He can feel his heartbeat thumping in his eardrums and, at a loss of speech, he simply grabs your hand that rests gently on his cheek, intwining his fingers with yours. He holds it like fine china, its softness resembling it. You never once break eye contact – not when he blinks slowly at you. Not when he leans backwards, pulling you closer to him until your hands come to rest at his shoulders and both your knees hit the velvety fabric of the sofa, coming to rest at either side of him. Your dress hikes up your thighs, but you don’t seem to care.

Your mind goes blank and the only thing you see is him. The only thing you can see is him as you sit down on the firm muscles of his thighs. His hands hold at your wrists – eyes still locked on yours.

“I-” he begins.

“Can I- let me hold you,” you ask and he can’t deny you.

He can’t deny you when your eyes hold everything he needs to alleviate his pain in them.

So, he nods softly and you fall into him. Chest flushed to his, arms around his neck, your fingers finding the tangles of his hair once again. His arms falter for a second but eventually, he wraps them around your waist. It’s ever so gently, almost like he’s scared. But you brave enough courage for the both of you as you nuzzle your head in his hair, lips hovering over his ear.

He shifts slightly under you, allowing your bodies to melt into one another’s even more – your hips angled perfectly against his and his breathing fans directly at your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine that has you rolling your hips against his involuntarily. It’s miniscule but you feel him. You feel him and the whimper that leaves your mouth falls right into his ear – a breathy little noise that has his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.

Jungkook knows if he lets himself fall any further, he’ll cross a line that he won’t be able to come back from. So, he wills all the strength in the world he can gather for himself and holds your waist, pushing you away slowly.

“Thank you,” he musters. And he hopes you’re able to read all the undertones messages the sentence holds.

You nod at him – that compassion never leaving your eyes and he has to fight with all of his morals to not pull you into him again and hold you.

But before his hands can betray him, you push yourself from his lap, coming to stand in front of him once again.

He can barely make out your smile in the darkness of the vast room, but he knows it’s there.

You take one last glance at him, hoping rationality will settle into you. Hoping your senses will snap back into place. But it doesn’t happen. Or maybe it does, they just follow a whole new set of beliefs.

That is it, you think.

That’s what the world feels like.

~

“Hold up,” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, setting his beer down on top of the coffee table. “You fucked your nanny?”

“No. She just… straddled my lap,” Jungkook says this as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

They’d been in the middle of mindlessly watching some game on the tv – the rest of his friends scattered around Jungkook’s backyard as they enjoyed the leisure of a summery Sunday BBQ.

Taehyung leans forward, “so you… dry humped your nanny.”

“No. It wasn’t sexual. She just-" held me, “hugged me. It’d been one hell of a day- for the both of us.”

“Did you kiss?” Yoongi asks.

“No.”

“Did you want to?” Taehyung adds.

Jungkook looks down at his fingers, fidgeting with them for a second. He doesn’t meet their eyes. “No.”

“Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi tries to level with him.

“I am an adult. A father. I think I’m able to reason without my dick getting in the way.” He huffs.

“So, you did want to,” Taehyung says, ignoring the way his friends’ eyes narrow at him

“I-,” yes. “No.”

“Then what do you have to reason with?” Yoongi says, making Taehyung snort at his quick comeback.

“She’s the nanny,” Jungkook tries to sound dismissive, a defence mechanism so he doesn’t slip further into the whirlwind of feelings threatening to burst in his chest anytime now.

“Don’t be an asshole. She’s not just the nanny. She’s nice. And smart. And friendly. Also, your kid loves her.” Taehyung remarks, narrowing his eyes at him.

Yoongi nods. “Plus – she’s attractive. No, more like, you’re attracted to her. So, tone it down.”

Jungkook sneers and Taehyung rolls his eyes at his immaturity.

“You’re so used to having to put up a fight just to get half of the love you give out. If you don’t start giving into the goodness of people, Jungkookie… you’re gonna run out of love to give.” Taehyung tells him.

“Or worse – you’re just gonna stop giving it.”

~

Now, regardless of what his titles and demeanour might exude, Jeon Jungkook does not get off on ego trips. You know, the ones that require an exuberant amount of control on everything and everyone – including oneself.

He’s successful in his work because he’s confident. Control is not something he has to go an extra mile for – it’s just how he’s wired. It’s an almost automatic mental response when faced with adversities and the need to problem solve. But he also knows that when this is applied to matters of the heart, it can be a bit of a recipe for disaster.

Truth is, Jungkook is an easy-going person. He doesn’t focus too much on the vagueness of his thoughts. Hell, at times he doesn’t even focus on the profound ones. He likes to play a lot of his game by instinct, confident he has enough knowledge to execute accordingly.

And that’s the thing. When you know better, you do better.

But why the hell can’t he take his own advice right now?

Because Jungkook knows better. He knows better than to let his thoughts get anywhere near his feelings, where, consequently, he’d find himself unable to act accordingly. Because Jungkook can have a lot of game in his field of expertise but he’s no wiser than the common folk when it comes to taming feelings. He knows this, too.

He gets himself ready for bed with a heavy head, loud with all the thinking he seems to be doing. It doesn’t have a means to an end, his train of thought. He hasn’t been able to draw one single conclusion and that is usually his queue to let go, move on. But he can’t.

And perhaps the thing that scares him the most about his train of thought is how uneasy it doesn’t make him. How when he drifts, really drifts, his incessant thinking land him in waves of something so close to comfort, ease. How he can feel the fogginess of uncertainty quickly take shape, forming a cloud of peace that tempts him to stay basked in its bliss.

He stares in the mirror and confronts the reflection. Urging it to compose itself.

And perhaps the reason why he can’t accept said cloud of comfort is because the skies haven’t quite cleared for Jungkook. The storm hasn’t quite passed, leaving the air heavy, stuffy and grey at times.

Also, because said comfort is giving him the hots for his nanny.

Enough.

He shakes his head, as if to rid himself of his thoughts, and walks out of the bathroom.

He’s tired and his bed has never looked more inviting as he forms a mountain of pillows against the headboard. The prospect of night-time TV has him way too excited and he winces at the thought. But as much as it shocks him how much of the dad stereotype he’s fallen into, it doesn’t stop him from indulging in it.

He throws himself on top of pillow mountain and grabs his iPad, browsing through the endless options of channels before realizing he should just go full out today. The Cooking Channel. His lips form a smile when the big screen of his tv zooms in on a perfectly shaped round cake that’s being decorated by colourful layers of fondant. The delicate hands mold and smooth out the sugary coat and Jungkook is so focused on it he barely blinks.

Tracy from The Cooking Channel finishes covering the whole cake by smoothing out the edges and cutting out the excess – the shot pans out to a seamlessly covered cake.

“Oof,” Jungkook says to himself, “that’s better than sex.”

His brain lets his innocent little comment slide for approximately three minutes before it decides to fixate on it.

Sex.

Jungkook hates the effect that word has on him – as if he was a hormonal teenager getting riled up in the middle of sex ed by the mere mention of the act, threatening in the least conventional of settings to be sporting a hardon.

The Cooking Channel isn’t conventional either.

But Jungkook knows that’s not where his head is going.

He brushes it off, lowering the volume before he turns to his side, nuzzling himself into the softness of his pillows, ready to be lulled to sleep by pastry talk.

He tosses and turns and forces his eyes to stay shut so as to trick his brain into thinking the drowsy feeling is the early stages of falling into a deep slumber, and most certainly not all of his blood falling to his dick.

He groans in utter desperation, sliding down from the cushiony pillows until he’s laying flat on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling. He throws one arm over his face and the other makes a slow descend down the soft fabric of his hoodie, past the thick duvet, until it reaches its destination. He palms himself over his sweatpants, hard. He doesn’t quite know with what purpose but it does him no favours to release the tension that only seems to be growing at a quicker pace.

He feels himself, half hard, and with half a mind, his hand comes past the elastic of his sweats and the barrier of his Calvin’s until it wraps fully around his cock. He hisses at the contact, a whine leaving his lips in both relief and want. He strokes once, starting to feel himself in fullness – thick around his fingers as he tightens his grip. His index finger travels upwards, and with his free hand he brings the suffocating layers down his legs, stopping at his thighs. Once freed his eyes fixate on how his thumb toys with his slit, a bead of precum building up at the tip at the overstimulation. He hasn’t felt physical pleasure from himself, or anyone, in months. Every touch feels like it’s wired with electricity.

The flat of his palm grazes along his tip, collecting the sticky lubrication before it wraps around it. But he’s impossibly hard and it’s not enough and before he can register the lewdness of his actions his hand comes up, cock jumping at the loss of friction. He collects the build-up saliva in his mouth and spits on his hand, kicking at the duvet until he’s free from the thighs up, hard cock resting against his stomach.

He closes his fist around his member, head pressing down against the mattress at the upstroke. He takes his time with his ministrations, teasing himself, squeezing at the base when he feels the pressure build up on his lower stomach. Fuck, it feels so good. It feels so good to feel again – something so intense other than pain. It makes Jungkook head spin as he brings his other hand down and tugs on his balls – gentle but firm, a throaty moan escaping his lips at the feeling, the heaviness of his impending release.

“Agh- fuck,” his chest rises and falls at the rhythm of his pants, breath caught in his throat as his touch takes his mind places he’d dare not go before.

He free-falls into the weakness of his thoughts. He free-falls right into his desire. A desire that has him seeing you. He sees you just the way he wants you right now as he tightens his hand around his cock, pace picking up, wrist twisting at the head and then slowing. Again, and again.

And it’s you. He sees you and he doesn’t try to fight it. He thinks about the way you smell – the scent so gentle yet comforting when his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He thinks of the way you pulled him closer, holding him. He thinks of the butterflies you sent right to his belly when your hips lightly rutted against his – the faint whimper that left your lips at the feel.

He thinks about holding you in place, pushing you down on him until far prettier sounds leave your pretty lips. Fuck, your lips. Right next to his ear, close to his cheek. On his lips. Wrapped around his cock. He can feel it pulsing against the curve of his palm. He’s leaking – a sticky mess forming at his lower belly and the sight alone is so arousing it threatens to have him blowing his load right then and there.

But he edges himself, squeezing at his base once again. He wants to think about making a mess out of you for a bit longer. He wants to enjoy the limited function of his brain that can’t form sense into him – only lust. For your body, the sound of your voice, your mind. The way you look at the world, reminding him so much of simpler times.

He thinks about the curves of your body, the round of your tits. The way your chest felt pressed against his – your body warmth.

He wants you so bad. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks and his desire grows feral in his chest, down his hard stomach that caves in as his pumps become more languid with every stroke.

He thinks about what it would feel like to hold you the way he did the other night – no layers between your bodies this time. He’d take you slow and swallow every moan that fell from your lips into his, his big hands at the small of your waist setting a rhythm that’d double as torturous but he’d take it. He’d take it if it meant to be able to feel all of you – every ridge, every edge of your body. All of you wrapped around him.

That last visual sends him over the edge. He pulls his sweatshirt up, hands fisting around the fabric as he squeezes at the angry crown of his swollen cock, releasing all over his stomach – a string of grunts and curses leaving his lips before his teeth press onto his bottom one, locking in his pleasure.

His movements come to a halt as he winces in overstimulation, his cock twitching as his hold weakens, his entire body relaxing against the soft of the mattress again.

“Fuck…,”

His post-orgasmic bliss settles into him and he runs a hand through his dark locks, deep breaths steading the rise and fall of his chest as he gives into the heavy feel of his eyelids, slow blinks bringing him down from his previous agitation. He came so fucking hard his knees feel like jelly. A lazy smile tugs at his lips at the realization.

But said bliss is short-lived, like most good things in life, as another realization sets upon him. The same one responsible for his current state.

“Fuck.”

~

am i ~sweating? yes i am. i said GGUKIE SELF LOVE! ggukie self care 😌. as he should. king! anyways, i really hope you enjoyed this one and that you look forward to the next one because, like, don’t make me say it. sexy juices. anyways. let me know what you thought! i love talking to y’all!! i’m sending a milli forehead kisses your way as always! xxxx <3

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Happy Birthday to the raven-haired, doe-eyed boy, whose a little bit of smile lifts me up when I'm feeling down. Whose calming voice gives me peace when I'm so lost. Whose a message encourages me to always go forward and never give up. Whose just the whole existence makes me sane. Love that boy with all my heart. And appreciate him so much. Happy Birthday Jungkook and thank you for existing 💜💜💜💜

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Ahh!!! it's finally here. The 1st chapter of this series. And it was really sooo good. Full of tensions and untold stories. So excited for the coming chapters. Eagerly waiting for the story to unfold and where it will lead me 💜💜💜

Burning Love (01)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut (?)

Au: Exes au, CEO Jungkook.

Warning: mentions of alcohol, curse words.

Rating: 18+

Summary : Jungkook was your first love, your high school sweetheart, whom you continued to date throughout college, well maybe not throughout. Three months before finishing college, he decides it wasn't worth it. Six years later, you're far away from South Korea, working for a small company. What are the chances that the big multinational company that ends up buying the company you're currently working for is owned by none other than Jeon Jungkook?

Word Count: 14K

A/N: It took me so long to get this done. It was done by the middle of September but my phone crashed and I had no backups, so yeah had to rewrite it. So, please let me know if you like it because it took a lot out of me. Also, there might be some tiny mistakes because I edited it at like 2:00 in the morning, so don't mind it.

Prologue

THEN

"Is the seat taken?"

Looking up from the book you were reading, you find a boy you have never seen before, standing awkwardly. His hair covers almost half of his face and big doe eyes stare at you with traces of nervousness in them.

He must be new.

"No, it is not." You reply, offering a polite smile.

"Do you mind if I take the seat?" He asks scratching the back of his neck.

"No, not at all." You thought it was obvious.

"Thank you." Giving you a small smile, he occupies the seat next to you.

You watch him as he settles down and opens one of the books he was carrying and starts to flip through the pages. However, the constant tapping of his foot against the floor, lets you know that he isn't able to concentrate on the words in front of him.

"Are you new here?" You ask to hopefully begin a conversation.

He looks up from his book startled as if he was not expecting you to speak.

"Yes. This is my first day." He gives you a shy smile.

"That's great. If you need any help, let me know."

"Thank you." Giving you a small awkward nod, he returns to his book.

Seeing that your attempt to start a conversation has failed terribly, you decide to do the same.

You'd find new students in your class almost throughout the year, so that was not unusual to you, neither was his shy behaviour.

On your first day, you were shy and timid too.

You remember feeling extremely nervous when you first stepped in, not to mention how you were new to the city as well but from what you have seen, your school's extravagant appearance had that effect on almost everyone.

When you walked through the gate for the first time, you felt intimidated by the huge building in front of you. It looked like a building that could easily be used for serving royalties, with high ceilings, marble floors, classrooms bigger than you have ever seen, a huge open space, beautiful gardens and a dreamy lake that although was prohibited for the students, definitely completed the picture.

Your school is an international private school and is just as costly as it looks. With your father being a top tier businessman, money hasn't ever been a problem.

The students, unlike what people would expect, were nice. Yes, there are obviously a few who wouldn't fit in the description, but every school had those kids.

It took some time for you to come out of your shell and get adjusted to the environment and the people, he'll–

Wait, you never asked for his name.

"Hey, I'm Y/N." You say, turning towards him, perhaps a little too cheerfully.

Hearing your voice, the poor kid gets startled yet again and lets out a small squeak.

Okay, maybe you were not that nervous.

"Sorry." Red hue coats his cheeks.

Was he apologising for squeaking?

"It's okay." You wanted to chuckle at his cuteness but somehow resisted the urge. You knew it would only make him feel more embarrassed and you did not want that.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." You introduce yourself again, this time in a much softer tone.

He blinks at you.

"Oh, right, I never introduced myself." He chuckles lowly at the realisation.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook."

NOW

You've been glaring at the computer screen for around fifteen minutes now.

The reason you're glaring? Because you're tired as fuck and all you want to do is sleep like a baby. Although, if glaring is a tactic to not fall asleep or if you're glaring out of frustration, you don't know.

Your day so far has been filled with meetings, submitting reports, updating files and whatnot. Along with that, you have also been in and out of your office at every half an hour intervals to check if the server, which has been glitching since morning, has been fixed yet.

While yes, the last week of every month was the same, minus the glitching server, of course, today your body has apparently decided to resist any sort of work, to its absolute best.

Or maybe it's because you have not provided your body with enough carbs to deal with the heavy workload.

You've not provided any.

The grumbling noise from your stomach, very kindly, reminds you.

You mentally curse yourself. You should have taken Tae's advice and had some food on the way.

Seeing the cursor blink, you let out a sigh. It's as if it's mocking you as to how you've not typed a single code so far and with how unresponsive your brain is, you wonder if you'll get anything productive done today.

But you need to be productive. You release another sigh, before coming to a conclusion.

You have to eat something.

You're about to get up when a knock on the door stops you from doing so.

"Come in." You say, straightening your posture to look professional.

"Good morning, boss." Mina greets, making her way into your office.

You relax instantly but not before rolling your eyes. Dramatic as always.

Mina is your friend turned assistant. You met her when you were a newbie in the company and you both instantly clicked. At the time, she used to work as the assistant of the ex-head of the software department. When you were abruptly promoted as the head, she became your assistant.

"Good morning." You greet back.

"My morning has been good indeed. I mean, did you see Namjoon today? He came to work wearing a black silk shirt. A. Thin. Black. Silk. Shirt. Who does that? You can literally feel his muscles through that shirt." She rambles excitedly, taking the seat in front of you.

"You kidding me?" You try to match her tone.

"Hey, don't mock me." She deadpans, her enthusiastic look turning into a glare in a matter of milliseconds. "You'll understand what I'm saying when you see him. It's a serious issue, everyone, literally everyone has been ogling him and I swear he has a little smirk on his face that lets you know he's enjoying it."

You chuckle and nod in mock understanding. "Well if you had to come to my office to ramble about how hot Namjoon looks, I don't doubt its seriousness."

Mina's eyes widen. "Oh shit, I forgot. See, this is what I'm talking about, he's distracting people from work."

"By people, you mean you?"

"Shut up." She glares, yet again. "The reason why I had to come to your office is because apparently, you have not replied to an important mail by the office authorities."

You furrow your brows at that. In the midst of everything, you've forgotten to check your emails. "Right, I haven't checked my mails today. Just wait a minute, I'll check."

Logging into your mail id, you find a bunch of new unopened mails. Selecting the one from your office id, you start reading it.

From: officeml@fcs.co

To: ynsoftdept@fcs.co

Subject: URGENT MAIL.

Miss Y/L/N,

This mail is to inform you that Felix Consultancy Services has been sold to Jeon Jungkook and is now a part of Jeon Corporations. According to the contract signed, all the employees currently working for FCS will start working for Jeon Corporations from 1st September 2021.

We know this can come off as sudden and unexpected but we assure you that the contracts signed, have been made while keeping the best interests of the employees in our mind. We thought it would be best to let you know now, to avoid you taking any unnecessary stress.

We would request you to hold a meeting to let everyone in your department know of the matter.

We are extremely grateful for your dedicated performance and the hard work you've done for us. We wish you all the best and hope you take each step in your career with the same spirit.

Thanking you,

FCS Team.

Excuse me?

Is this a joke? It has to be. There's no way this is happening.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

There's that name again. Jeon Jungkook.

"Are you okay?" Mina's voice, heavily laced with concern, stops your thoughts from accelerating any further.

"Our company has been sold." You whisper.

"What?!" The disbelief is evident in her voice.

"Read this." You motion her towards the computer screen.

She gets up from her chair, walks towards where you're sitting and bends down to level with your computer screen, all the while with a frown on her face.

While she reads, you wonder if by any chance your office id has been hacked and someone decided to pull this cruel prank. But if that were the case, Mina wouldn't be here. She was technically asked by the office authorities to have you check your emails.

Realising that this isn't a prank, you deflate in your seat.

What are the chances really? You left Korea, left everything you knew, behind, just so that you could be away from that place and especially from him because the pain was unbearable.

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine he'd buy the company you're working for.

"I think it's sudden, but maybe we should have seen this coming." Mina breaks the silence after some time, a frown still etched on her face.

"What do you mean? How were we supposed to see this coming?" You can't help the way your voice sounds. It's as if someone has said the most ridiculous thing.

She thankfully takes no offence to that and takes a deep breath, a thoughtful look appearing on her face. "I mean see, Mr. Denver has been handling the company for so long. He would want to retire at some point and from what I know none of his family members are interested in the business world."

"But isn't it too sudden? He never even gave us hints that he wants or plans to sell the company and they should have informed us a little earlier. They inform us just a week before we are supposed to start working for another company and that too over mail." You mumble, unable to hide your frustration.

She hums in agreement. "I agree with that but you know how Mr. Denver is. He doesn't ever want us taking unnecessary stress and he loves the company with his entire heart, I believe he must have handed the company in safe hands and about the mail thing, I think I heard he's out of the country, otherwise, he'd have held a proper meeting."

You release a frustrated sigh.

Mina is right about Mr. Denver, the CEO or ex-CEO of your company. He treats his employees as if they are a part of his family, always looking after their well being, and supporting them whenever they need. It's one of the many reasons working for FCS, never felt like just another 9-5 job.

Unsurprisingly, knowing that your company has your back lets people feel a certain level of freedom and ease in the work environment instead of feeling like a puppet. It allows them to make their own decisions and use their creativity to manage and complete a task.

When you became the head of the department, you made mistakes, oh you definitely did. After all, it was so abrupt and you were so unprepared but Mr. Denver always had your back. You remember the first time you made a mistake, you felt like you had done the biggest blunder ever possible in mankind and were so scared of the consequences. Unlike whatever scenario you and imagined in your mind, he gave you a warm, reassuring smile after learning as to what has happened. You remember feeling so light after hearing his comforting words.

Truth be told, you'd still be a mess had it not been for him and Mina. You'd be forever grateful for the way these two supported you in each step.

Mr. Denver is just as perspicacious and experienced as he is kind. His decisions are always so insightful, you've always admired his method of working and how calm he remains even in the most stressful of situations. You've also always trusted his decisions blindly. This time though, you can't help but feel bitter. Was it necessary to sell the company and that too, to Jungkook of all people?

"I don't know, Mina. Fuck, I don't even know much about Jeon Corporations and I'm supposed to start working for them? Even saying that out loud sounds so stupid."

"Well, I don't know too much about them either, just that they are a huge company and that the CEO is quite popular." And then, her eyes sparkle in a way that lets you know she has been struck by one of her brilliant ideas. "You know who knows about them and can help us? The internet!" She exclaims and before you can interject she's already typing 'Jeon Corporations' on the search bar.

Although, it isn't exactly his name that's being searched it is something that is directly related to him and that is enough to make you feel queasy. You have never searched him or anything even merely related to him on the net. The younger version of you never thought she'd have to, the older version of you didn't want to.

"Here we go," Mina mumbles more to herself, as she starts reading the results.

You contemplate if you want to look at the screen. You weren't lying when you said, you don't know anything about the company. You did at some point but you are pretty sure that it's irrelevant and of no use, after all, six years is a long time.

While you're not interested in him, any information about Jeon Corporations might be helpful. So, you make a quick decision and glance up at the screen.

First, comes some basic information about how Jungkook's father was the founder of the company and how Jungkook was handed over the ownership a few years ago when his father retired.

This you knew already.

Second, some information about how big the company has become and how it is now one of the biggest multinational companies out there.

That's new to you.

Then, came the top articles.

Jeon Jungkook steps out holding hands with Tina Fred.

Jeon Jungkook, owner and CEO of Jeon Corporations, was spotted making out with Jennifer Gomes.

Is Sarah Jones, Jeon Jungkook's new target?

Two days after filing for divorce, Olivia Fren is spotted having the time of her life on a yacht with Jeon Jungkook.

Model Sierra Alex and Jeon Jungkook are reportedly dating.

A look into the affairs of playboy billionaire Jeon Jungkook.

"Looks like he has got quite the reputation." Mina snorts.

"Maybe it's typical media." You say with a shrug, feeling the inside of your mouth turn sour.

"Pictures don't lie, babe." She replies, still searching for some information with squinted eyes.

"Who cares?" Reaching out for the glass on your table, you gulp down the water in one go.

You wish it was alcohol. At least, that way, your brain wouldn't be running miles a minute.

"I didn't even search his name, yet, mostly it's all about his affairs." She whines after some time, seemingly frustrated.

Before she can type out a more specific search, you interrupt her. "You know what? We can look for information later. For the time being, just forward this mail to everyone in the department." There's no way you'll be able to break this news to a room full of people without looking as panicked and stressed as you feel.

Hearing your words, Mina frowns in surprise and worry. She knows you enough to know that you're the kind of person to hold a meeting to discuss the issue because that's what's the right thing to do. Especially, when you strongly dislike being informed about such an important and serious issue over mail. For you to ask her to forward the mail, there must be something wrong.

"Are you okay?" She asks, keeping her voice soft.

"I'm okay, don't worry about it. Just a little shaken up, that's all." You lie, waving your hand dismissing her concern.

She knows that, that isn't the entire truth. Her frown remains in place but she lets it go, knowing whatever it is you'll open up when you feel comfortable. "Don't worry too much about it, it's of no use anyway. Also, if you need anything just let me know, okay?"

You give her a nod, grateful for her words.

"Well then, I'll get going. Just forward me the mail." She collects a few files from your desk before heading out. "Bye, bitch."

Usually, you'd chuckle at that. Calling you boss while entering and bitch before exiting, is peak Mina behaviour. This time though, you're too anxious to find any amusement.

With the door clicking shut, you're met with silence, unlike what's going inside your head.

There are thousands of thoughts running inside your head, the headline of each being the same; Jungkook is back in your life.

To put it lightly, Jungkook is a bitter topic for you. You wish you could say that it's bittersweet but then, that would be a lie because it isn't, it's just bitter. He's that one person for you, who has hurt you so brutally that even though it has been years, one mention of his name is enough to serve as a reminder of the pain he has caused.

It's tricky though, it's not like he is that much of an issue but somehow he still is. You are happy and content in your life and Jungkook is almost forgotten. Almost. He is like one of those wounds you don't even realise is there until someone mentions it or pokes it. It's also the type of wound that heals slowly, very slowly.

To summarise, Jungkook is someone you rarely spend time thinking about but when you do, it's against your will and quite unpleasant for you.

The last time Jungkook occupied your mind would be a month ago when you saw him at the party. It just caught you so off guard. Your subconscious screamed at you to run, perhaps she still believes he'll somehow ruin your happiness out of nowhere, just like he did all those years ago.

By the time you reached home that night, you calmed down when you realised how natural and normal it was for him to attend a business party. Just because you haven't encountered him before, doesn't mean he never attends them. Right? You also, assured yourself, saying, you will just have to be a little cautious from the next time.

But more than anything, you were grateful he didn't spot you.

Now though, all of those thoughts sound so ridiculous to you. You bet, in any other situation you'd even find the situation funny but you don't. After all, he's soon going to be your boss.

Is there no way to get out of this?

Mina's words about how worrying is of no use, ring in your head, answering your question.

That doesn't help the fact that you are desperate to stay far away from Jungkook.

With leaving South Korea, you let yourself believe that that's the end of everything between you and Jungkook, that he would always be a chapter in your past that would never be reopened.

How are you supposed to deal with this?

Amid the panicky thoughts, there's a small voice inside your head that's telling you that maybe you're overreacting.

Are you?

You don't know. You don't know how someone is supposed to react upon learning that their ex, the person they were once so in love with, the one who also crushed their heart without a second thought, is going to become their boss.

You release an exhausted sigh before getting up and walking towards the big glass wall. Looking down you find traffic and people rushing, and can't help but compare it to the commotion going on inside your head.

Currently, you are cursing your building's elevator for going out of service.

It had to be today out of all days. Isn't it?

Even lifting your feet from the ground feels like an extremely strenuous job for you. It feels like you're taking each step with a heavy load on your back.

Well, technically you are.

Since the moment, you read the mail, your brain has been busy coming up with different scenarios regarding how work from next week will look like for you. And out of the million scenarios, you didn't like any of them, because all of them somehow involved Jungkook.

Finally reaching your floor, you sigh in relief. Never have you found the way to the fourth floor, so tiring.

But now that you've reached home, maybe the sleep you so longingly desired would finally be yours. Maybe, you would finally get some rest and maybe, your mind will finally calm down.

Unlocking the door, you find the lights on which makes you frown.

You thought Tae would be asleep by now. He never stays up this late, none of you does actually, especially on weekdays.

You had texted him previously letting him know that you'll be late and had asked him not to stay up.

You've no idea what he is doing.

As you close the door, a little bark coming from the hallway breaks your train of thought. Turning around you find the little ball of energy running as fast as his little feet could carry him with his tail wagging even faster.

A small but genuine, smile appears on your face.

Stopping at your feet, Yeontan lets out barks demanding to be picked up.

You could feel your heart getting all mushy. How is he so cute?

Removing your heels, you bend down and pick him up and as soon as you do, he starts licking your face.

You couldn't help but coo at him. "Aww, did you miss me?"

He replies with more aggressive licks.

You chuckle at that. Although this is how Yeontan would welcome you every day, it never failed to make you feel rejuvenated after a long day's work.

Today's case might be a bit different than the usual, while it might not have made you feel completely rejuvenated, it still makes you feel way better.

You scratch behind his ears and smile at the happy bark he lets out.

"You're back." Glancing up, you see Tae coming out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand and flour patches on his face.

"Yeah, I just arrived. What are you up to though?" You question his attire, a chef's hat and an apron that said hot stuff coming through.

Why are your friends so dramatic?

"I'm cooking, duh. What does it look like?" He rolls his eyes.

"This late?"

"Hmm. It's always good to keep in touch with your skills. Irrespective of the time."

"If that's the case–" you raise your eyebrow in curiosity, "–what are you making?"

He scowls at that, almost looking offended. "Don't tell me you didn't figure it out by now."

You pout at him in an attempt that it would convince him to tell you, but his scowl only deepens. So, you settle for sniffing the air like the weirdo you are.

Your eyes widen upon realising.

How could you miss it?

"Chicken butter masala?"

A smug look appears on his face. "With naan"

Your absolute favourite.

A small squeal of delight escapes your lips which makes Yeontan, who was almost asleep in your arms, bark at you.

"Oops, sorry." You say sheepishly, immediately offering more scratches as an apology.

Tae is a great cook. You would even say that his dishes could beat many top-level restaurants. The idea of breaking your unintended fast, with your favourite dish and that too cooked by your favourite cook, did wonders to your sulking mood.

"Okay, that's my cue." He says upon hearing the beeping sound of the timer. "Go freshen up. We can then talk over dinner."

You pause at that.

Tae must have received the news by now and you expected that he would want to talk to you about this. Truth be told, you wanted to converse about it as well. You don't know what would come out of the conversation but it's unhealthy to bottle up emotions and you just really feel the need to talk about it with someone.

The thing that bothered you, was the over dinner part. You wanted to enjoy your meal to the fullest and you doubted it would be possible with Jungkook being the topic of discussion. You remember how your mouth turned into this weird mixture of sour and bitter, every time you heard people whispering and gossiping about him. At some point, it felt like the ghost of his name was haunting you.

You don't want that. You want to have your dinner in peace.

Moreover, you are feeling slightly better now. Freshening up will only give your brain time to figure out more reasons to worry.

You hold Tan, who had his little head snuggled against your neck and was finally asleep, a little tighter and walk towards the kitchen.

You want to talk now.

As you step into the kitchen, the beautiful aroma of various spices welcome you. Damn, you don't remember the last time you had this dish. Your heart, brain and stomach were dancing in joy at the promise of what waited after the talk.

Okay, yes, after freshening up too.

You clear your throat to announce your presence.

Tae surprisingly doesn't even flinch at that, as if he has been expecting you. "What?" He asks without turning towards you.

"I want to talk."

"Hmm"

"So...."

"Leave Tan in the living room first."

"What! Why? He's already asleep–"

Tae whips around at that and looks at you with narrowed eyes. "I'm already allowing you, in my kitchen in your dirty gross clothes, don't test my limits."

You narrow your eyes right back. "Give me–"

He shuts you up by narrowing his eyes even further.

Huffing, you reluctantly exit the kitchen. You wanted to stomp but don't in fears of waking Yeontan up.

You gently put him down on the couch and smile at the way he whines, at the loss of your warmth.

He's such a spoilt baby.

Making sure he's comfortable, you walk back into the kitchen to find Tae leaning against the counter, waiting for you.

You cross your arms in annoyance. "Why did you make me put Tan down? He was providing me so much comfort." Your voice turns into a whine by the end of the sentence.

"Well I know how much you're going to swear and Tan is far too innocent for that. I don't want him to be traumatized." He replies in a monotonous voice.

Why are you still friends with him again?

The smell of beautiful flavours reminds you exactly why.

"Whatever" You reply before marching to where he is and take off his chef's hat.

His protests come instantly. "Hey, how dare you touch–"

"Shut up, I can't have a proper talk with you when you look like that." You grumble out.

"What do you mean? A chef's hat is like a king's crown." If he wasn't offended when you couldn't immediately tell what he was cooking, he sure as hell is now.

"Be grateful that I'm not taking off that apron of yours." You say, your voice leaving no room for argument.

You walk towards the small, two-seater dining table, rest the hat on the surface and take a seat, waiting for Tae to join you.

"I'm going to put extra salt in your food someday, you'll see." He mumbles as he takes the seat opposite to you.

Extra salt? Well then, you'll hide his favourite Gucci t-shirt.

Smirking internally, you maturely decide to ignore his statement.

Leaning forward, he clears his throat and you feel the air getting tense, the playful mood of bantering disappearing.

"So, how was work today?"

A snort escapes your mouth.

What a way to start the conversation.

"It was great. You tell me." You chime, sarcastically.

Tae only raises one of his brows at that, his trademark move. All his eyebrow raises have different meanings though, and after knowing him for almost five years, you have become an expert at decoding each of his brow raise.

This one screamed, you done?

You release a deep breath. "I don't know Tae today has been filled with surprises and not the good kind."

He hums. "I was surprised too. I did read some news about their company buying smaller companies but wasn't expecting FCS to be one of them."

"They were buying smaller companies?" Scowling, you wonder out loud.

He hums again. "Came across an article about that on the net, you'd know anything about it if you read some news."

Well fuck.

"Say, I knew that they were buying companies but I doubt it would make it any less shocking. We didn't know shit. I mean when did this all even take place?"

"I agree, none of us knew anything about it and I have no idea when all of this took place." A frown appears on his face. "But from what I have heard, the final papers were signed at last month's party."

"Last month's party as in when I saw him?"

Receiving a nod from Tae, you slump in your chair at the realisation.

He wasn't there for nothing. He wasn't there attending just another party, as you had initially thought, no, he was finalising the deal. Finalising his way back into your life. You doubted he knew that at the time. But looking at it now, a part of you wanted to laugh. If only then, you knew that running away was of no use. You'd save some energy, wouldn't have reacted as heavily and would have also saved the cab fare.

Taehyung places a hand under his chin. "That isn't really what's bothering you though."

You sigh.

You wonder how many times you have sighed today. Is there a record for sighing the most number of times in a day? If so, you're pretty sure you have broken all records.

"What now?" You finally manage to ask the question that has been stuck in your head.

He looks at you with soft, sympathetic eyes. "I don't know really but don't stress about it too much."

"I don't want to stress about it but I can't help it. I picture what it will be like to see him again when that's the last thing I want." You say, your voice shaky, allowing yourself to show the vulnerability you have been trying to hide so desperately.

His eyes soften, even more, he knows how much you hate feeling weak and helpless. "Have you asked yourself why it's bothering you so much?"

No.

That's a complicated question, one you haven't given much thought to.

While yes, there's the obvious reason that he is your ex, with whom things ended in the most terrible and painful ways but is that it?

A part of you says, no.

When you first came to America, you felt lonely and stranded, with your heart always feeling heavy. Sometimes your mind would wonder if it was just a dream, a very bad, cruel dream. But the harsh reality never took long to remind you just how real everything was. You didn't even have anyone you could just talk to, the bare minimum any person needs while going through shit.

In those days, you felt pathetic. To you, that was your identity, a lonely pathetic girl who can't get over her ex breaking up with them.

But even then, never did you wish you had stayed back in Korea. Never did you think of moving back, which by the way, your parents had offered you to, at least a thousand times.

To you, the pain, was worth it if it meant you were miles away from him.

And maybe that's why you are irate. Him buying your company, just puts all of that to waste, doesn't it? Yes, it's been six years, you no more consider yourself a pathetic person, but even then a part of you just doesn't like the thought of being anywhere near Jungkook.

Simply, you always held a grudge against him for hurting you the way he did. It also doesn't help that he is now your boss, if anything, it only adds fuel to the fire.

But is that all?

You're not so sure.

"I don't know if there's one particular answer to that, it's complicated. There are so many reasons, some I'm not even completely aware of." You decide to be truthful. "All I know is I hate to be put in this situation."

Tae's face changes into an expression that you know very well, it's the face he makes every time the philosophical side of him is about to make an appearance. "So, you know what you're feeling but you don't completely know why you're feeling the way you are."

You nod. "In a way, yes."

"Do you think it might be because you don't know how you feel about Jungkook?" Seeing that you're about to object to his question almost immediately, he clarifies. "What I mean is, I know that you don't harbour any of the old romantic feelings towards him, but you sure do feel a certain way about him, they might not be the nicest of feelings but you still do. So what I'm asking is, do you have a clear picture of the emotions you feel when it comes to him?"

"I don't think so." Whispering you realise that you've always pushed this issue under the rug and maybe that's why you still have unsettled emotions about him.

Tae looks like he expected that answer. "Have you ever thought that this might actually be good for you? It might help you get a clear picture about what you feel about him and when you do, you can work on it."

"Maybe I don't want to." You shrug. "I have been doing pretty fine in my life, it's not an issue that needs to be dug. Not knowing how I feel about him, has never been a problem, even on the very few occasions, that it has been, it's been manageable. And trust me, if his presence in my life is what it takes to solve this issue, I'd rather not solve it."

"Are you sure you're not downplaying it?" He raises one of his eyebrows again, this one lets you know that he sees right through you.

But you're not going to let this conversation take that turn. "Can we get back to the main problem here?"

His brow comes back to its original place and sensing that you're not going to talk about it, he nods. "About Jungkook being our new boss, I don't think it would be a problem."

"What do you mean?" You ask, your voice incredulous. The concept of Jungkook not being a problem sounded too good to be true.

"I mean, yeah he's going to be our boss but so what?" He says in a questioning tone, relaxing back in his chair.

"Oh, yes please go on being all vague, I appreciate it so much." You deadpan.

He has the audacity to roll his eyes. "How much was Mr. Denver involved in your life?"

And you immediately get the point he's trying to make.

Mr. Denver has been an extremely inspirational person in your life but with well-maintained boundaries.

But that doesn't ease you completely.

"It's not that simple. Jungkook and I share a past. I don't even have any idea what to do if he tries talking to me?"

"Well if he talks to you, you reply and how you reply depends on whether you want your relationship with Jungkook to be anything more than that of an employee and an employer."

You shake your head immediately, you'd never want any form of relationship with him, the fact that you both still will have one, even if it's that of an employee and an employer, is testing your limits, having any sort of relationship with him outside of workspace is beyond your imagination.

"You know I don't want to." You grumble.

"Well then, it's simple. How he behaves or reacts to you is not in your control but how you carry yourself, is."

Hmm.

Even though it's not the ideal situation, this makes you feel better because this way you don't feel as helpless you did minutes ago.

Tae sighs. "Listen, I know it's not the most likeable situation but try not to overthink it, it's not going to be of any use. Even though it might suck, just know you're not alone. Okay? If anything ever weighs on your mind, you can always come to me."

These words work like magic. It makes you feel confident as if whatever it is, you'll be able to deal with it because you're not alone, like you once were. Even if something goes wrong, you'll still have a shoulder to cry on.

You feel some of the weight being lifted off your chest.

"And if he becomes too much of a bother, we can always send Tan to scare Jungkook away."

The mental image of the scene plays in your mind and a fit of giggle escapes you. "Common, he can't scare anyone away, even if he tried to. He's just too cute."

Tae stares at you with his mouth hanging open. "I'll let you know, he definitely can."

"He can't, never in your wildest dreams. But at least he scares the bugs away– " You drum your fingers on the table, "–unlike you." He puffs his chest in defence, which makes it all the more difficult for you to control your laughter. It's quite the sight, especially with that apron he is wearing. "I'm not scared of bugs, I just don't.... like them."

You scoff, totally enjoying riling him up. "Then don't ask me to shoo away the bugs from next time."

He leans forward with squinted eyes. "I won't."

Smirking, you reply. "We will see."

Nodding, he leans back in his seat, squinted eyes still fixed on you.

You mimic his position but your eyes soften, the sneer being replaced with a small smile, and the tension that you have been carrying all day, leaves your body. "Thank you."

Saying these words, you hope he understands that you aren't just expressing your gratitude for the way he patiently listened and conversed with you. You're also thanking him for his thoughtfulness. The fact that he cooked your favourite dish, to make you feel better (you did not buy that 'keeping in touch with your skills' bullshit even for once), after returning from work and that too on a day where he learns that the company he has been working for has been sold, is something else entirely.

And if you were to go with the way the corner of his mouth lift, he knows.

"Well, I'm amazing, I know, I know." There he goes again.

"Shut up, I give you thanks once, take it, you won't get it back." You roll your eyes playfully.

"You know you love me so whatever." He replies cheekily. "But now that we are done, I'll have to go and check on my beautiful naans." He swiftly gets up, the sound of chair scraping against the floor, reaching your ears.

He shuffles through the cabinet searching for something in particular. Stumbling upon a flask, he turns towards you.

"I forgot, I made some tea a few hours ago, you wanna have some?"

"I don't think it's healthy to have tea on an empty stomach." You shrug, not paying much attention to what you just said.

"What?!"

Oh shit.

"Hello, my eyes are here. I need an explanation and I want you to be looking at me when you provide me one." Although you aren't looking at him, you are sure he has his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't feel like having anything today." Your mutter, voice small. You feel like you are being scolded by a parent.

He huffs. "Considering today's circumstances, I'll let it slide, but I expect this to be the last time. If this repeats, you won't be off the hook so easily."

You only nod in response.

He goes back to shuffling the cabinets and takes out a container filled with cookies.

"Go wash your hands and have these." He orders, putting the cookies on a plate.

"Okay, dad."

"Eww, that's gross. Didn't know you were into that."

"That's not what I meant!"

THEN

You were four when a butterfly landed on your open, welcoming palm.

You remember staring at the delicate creature and its pretty, blue fluttering wings with so much awe. You also remember pouting heavily and complaining to your brother when the butterfly flew away.

That's also when you developed this pull towards nature.

At first, it was curiosity. You were curious about everything. You'd often follow the trails of ants or maybe crouch down and watch a croaking frog. You're pretty sure at some point, at least one of them, if not all of them, side-eyed you while croaking to his people about how there's this weird human watching them like a creep.

As you grew, your curiosity grew into appreciation.

Now that you're sixteen and are well into your teenage years. You've learned that it isn't everything the movies and rom-coms make it out to be. Teenage years can be stressful. Mainly because the most unimportant things become the most important.

Funnily, you've also learned to seek comfort in nature.

And that's why you're here, sitting near the lakeside.

Not that, you're stressed or it's not like you have something heavy on your mind at the moment. It's just that stress is what first brought you to this place. You can't even properly remember what got to you but if you are not wrong it had something to do with your less than satisfactory marks in the maths exam. That was two years ago and since that day you've developed this habit of spending lunchtime here. But then who wouldn't love to feel the cool breeze blowing through their hair while having their lunch? You also, sneakily pet the ducks sometimes but don't tell that to anyone.

Settling comfortably, you open your lunch box. Finding delicious chicken sandwiches waiting for you, you lick your lips.

That's another thing about you, you're quite the food enthusiast.

Taking the first bite, you hum in delight. These are too good.

You're about to go for a second bite when you feel a shadow looming over you. Looking up, you find Jungkook standing, well, awkwardly.

"Hey?" You ask, unsurely.

"Hey–," he scratches the back of his neck a habit of his when he is nervous, or so you assume, "–do you mind if I join?"

"No, I don't. It's absolutely fine."

"Are you sure?"

Quite the deja vu, huh?

You roll your eyes and pat the space next to you. "Yes, I'm sure and stop being so formal with me."

He slowly walks towards where you are sitting and fiddles with his lunch box. "I just want to make sure, you aren't saying yes just –"

"If I remember correctly, I was the one who asked you if you'd like to join me."

"I know you did, but that was a week ago, and I don't know if it is still okay to join you, you know?"

"Well then, I'm telling you again, it's completely fine and you can join me whenever you want."

He gives you his usual shy small smile and finally sits next to you.

A comfortable silence falls.

In the span of one month, that you've known him, you've observed a few things about Jungkook. One of them being, how he's a bit shorter than you or how you are a bit taller than him. At least that's how you prefer saying it. You don't know how you did not notice it the very first time but when you did you were so excited. You remember returning home that day and when your mom asked how your day has been you replied saying that there is this new boy in your class and that you're taller than him. An answer, you know that didn't make sense but you were too happy to care.

Another thing you've noticed is, unlike what you assumed, he's just as shy as he was on the first day, minus the jumpiness that is. Throughout the day he'd remain extremely quiet and only speak if it's extremely necessary.

That also has something to do with why you were quite surprised to see him approach you. Knowing that he has no friends here and spends the lunchtime all alone, you've asked him if he'd like to join you on various occasions, you've also maintained gaps between your offers so that you don't come off as overbearing. But every time he has politely declined, which you have reasoned might have to do something with his shy nature.

You don't want to overthink it though. Maybe he finally felt comfortable enough to spend time with you or maybe he got bored. Whatever it is, you are not going to risk making him uncomfortable by asking him.

"Do you want some?" You ask after some time, offering a piece of your sandwich.

Sensing another is it okay or are you sure on the tip of his tongue, you glare at him, playfully of course, and thankfully he gets the message.

You watch as his long fingers slowly take the sandwich from your hand.

As he takes a bite, a very intense expression appears on his face and if it were not for the moan of delight from him, you'd think he was severely angry or in pain.

A small chuckle escapes you, which causes Jungkook to snap his eyes open.

"Is it that good?" You ask in a teasing tone.

Jungkook to your surprise, doesn't shy away and nods furiously. "It is that good. I didn't even know chicken sandwiches could be this delicious."

Your smile only widens at that. "You can take more if you want."

At this, he gets shy again and mumbles a small thank you. For some reason, you feel happiness bloom in your chest at the lack of his hesitance.

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you until you break it. "So do you like the school?"

He faces you and ponders about your question for some time, before answering. "It's nice, I guess, but it's also too soon to come to a conclusion."

You hum, agreeing with him, after all, it has only been a month that he's joined. "What about the city?"

This time his reply comes instantly. "The city is not new to me, I was born here."

Your mouth forms a small oh learning this. Most of the new kids who would join your school were new to the city and so you assumed that he was as well but clearly you were wrong.

"Were you new to the city when you joined the school?" He asks.

You nod. "Yes, I was. Our family had to shift to Busan because of my father's business."

His eyes spark with curiosity. "If you don't mind me asking is your father a businessman?"

"Yes, he is." You reply meekly. "He is the founder and CEO of IBN."

This time it's his mouth that forms an oh but unlike yours, it's a big one.

The curiosity in his eyes is replaced with astonishment, a look you earn from almost everyone but you can't lie, there's something different about his reaction. His eyes reflect something genuine. With the other people that you've come across, they too reflect amazement on learning that you're none other than the heir of IBN but at the same time you can also sense the wheels running inside their heads. Jungkook's eyes however reflect pure astonishment. There's this weird innocence, that you can't explain in words.

And that's another thing you've observed about him, his eyes always make his feelings transparent.

"That's one of the biggest companies out there. I've heard so much about IBN from my father." He mumbles.

Hearing this, you too get curious. "Is your father a businessman as well?"

He nods slowly. "Yes, he is the CEO of Jeon Corporations."

Not knowing what to say as a reply, you settle for, "That's cool."

"You've never heard about our company have you?" He sees right through you.

Were you transparent too?

You reply with a small shake of your head, feeling a little shy and awkward.

Not knowing a company's name isn't that big of a deal because let's be honest there are millions of companies out there. But you've come across people, teenagers even, who take great offence to not knowing about their business. Some even react as if you've committed the biggest crime out there.

That's the reason you decided to hide the fact that this is the first time you're hearing that name but that certainly didn't work.

"That's okay, it's not that big of a deal and our company is fairly new, so it's not that huge yet," he assures you seeing your nervous body language, and it works, his words instantly put you at ease.

Before you can reply, not that you had a proper one, he begins again, quite excitedly might you add, "My father started the company a few years ago. It's a private sector company. I want to become the CEO someday and if I do, I will expand the company and make it as big as I can."

Although he started with full excitement, he becomes shy by the end of the sentence, as if realising his sudden burst of energy.

You can't help but find it cute.

He's cute.

"So, a CEO, huh?" Seeing him nod to your question, you decide to tease him, just a little bit. "Everyone's going to call you Mr. Jeon, then."

His cheeks redden as he grumbles something inaudible.

You chuckle quietly to yourself and take a huge bite of your sandwich when a sudden realisation clicks in your brain. "Dis is da mosh eu hab tolk to me."

Jungkook looks at you weirdly and then breaks into fits of laughter. Uncontrollable laughter.

Seeing him laugh like that, you can't help but chortle.

It wasn't even that funny.

"You look like a squirrel." He somehow manages to say.

Finally, gulping down the sandwich, you respond. "Well, I'm a cute squirrel then."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Heyyyyyyyy." You pretend to be offended.

He only cackles harder.

Is it that easy to make him laugh?

You don't know, but now that you've heard it, you know that he has a pretty laugh.

Where did the book go?

Not on the third shelf.

Not on the second shelf.

Not on the first–

There it is.

Finally finding the book that you've been searching for more than half an hour, you sigh.

You check if all the pages are intact. Finding that they indeed are, you issue the book and return to your seat.

"I finally found it." You whisper to Jungkook, who's sitting in front of you on the other side of the desk.

"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?" Seeing you nod, he further asks, "have you read the first three?"

"Yes, I have and all of them are so amazing."

He hums in agreement and goes back to scribbling.

Huh?

Weird.

He has been like that since morning.

You wouldn't find it weird had it been a month ago but since the day he spent his lunchtime with you, he has been a little more interactive and at ease around you. He doesn't hesitate to join you for lunch anymore, asks if he's facing any problem with studies, sometimes hums unconsciously and even converses with you, although it's usually about school and stuff, it's still enough for you to find his behaviour weird.

At first, you thought it might have something to do with the exam that took place today but then you asked him about the paper and he replied saying it went pretty well.

Now that you have a clear view of his face and observe him, it becomes very clear to you that something is wrong.

"Jungkook?" You whisper, trying not to get another scolding from your library sir.

Hearing his name he looks up.

"Are you okay?"

He fidgets with the pen in between his fingers and takes a breath before answering. "Yes, I am."

His eyes tell you otherwise.

You're about to ask him if he's sure when the stern voice of your library sir reaches your ears.

"Jungkook and Y/N, I expect the both of you to follow the library rules."

Well, he sure has a superpower of hearing.

Giving him a timid nod, you start pretending to intensely read the book.

After some time, you glance up to check on Jungkook, only to find him going on with his scribbling.

What's with him and scribbling today?

Looking back at your book, your mind starts to wonder.

What is bothering him? His eyes looked just so sad. There was another emotion you saw a flicker of. Desperation. Although, you're not so sure.

A second question pops in, why do you care?

That's a difficult one. It's not like you would be nonchalant about someone being sad, no matter who they are. Seeing someone down, makes you want to try to and make them smile and make them feel lighter. But your action about the matter depends on whether you know them or not and even if you do know them, to what extent. Trying to have a heart to heart conversation with a stranger is weird and even if for some people it isn't, you don't have the confidence to just walk to someone and begin one.

Jungkook for sure is not a stranger but then he's also just your classmate, like the other thirty-seven students in your class. While yes, he's also your seatmate but that is all that there is.

You don't even know how much a person is supposed to know about the other or how much time someone is supposed to spend with the other after which they can be considered friends. But even then, you're pretty sure you and Jungkook aren't exactly what people call friends. You both are a little more than acquaintances and a little less than friends.

With someone, who's in that weird limbo, you'd usually ask if they want to vent, if they don't, you just let it be, you never push them. You're aware pushing anyone unnecessarily is an invasion of privacy, you wouldn't prefer someone doing that to you and so you never do that to anyone.

That's why you can't explain why you feel this need to act upon your want of making him feel better. Maybe it has something to do with his big doe eyes, which always have curiosity filled in them but are now filled with sadness. So much sadness.

And that's what causes another question to rise.

How are you going to cheer him up?

That's a difficult one too.

If you knew exactly what's been bothering him, it might have been easier for you to figure out the how part, but you don't. You don't expect him to share with you either. But it also doesn't help the fact that you know literally nothing about him. His favourite genre of music, favourite artist, favourite films, favourite dish, heck you don't even know his hobby.

You slump in your seat dejectedly.

Couldn't you ask him the most basic questions? What's wrong with you? This way it's never–

Wait a minute.

You straighten up in your seat at the speed of light as an idea hits you.

It might work. Just might. And that 'might' is better than nothing.

You glance at the big wall clock to find it's only five minutes away from lunch. After the bell rings, you'll ask him, you mentally decide.

Those five minutes pass by slowly, with you constantly tapping your feet, but you also make sure that it doesn't make any noise.

As soon as the bell rings, you pack your things, get up and patiently wait for Jungkook to do the same. As he finishes packing, you both head towards the door side by side, an awkward silence lingering in the air, although you're pretty sure it's only you who's finding it awkward because you've something to ask but you don't know how to.

What if he declines? He has every right to and considering his mood most likely he will.

What if you don't ask him at all? Then maybe, he'll just sulk all day, which will also make you feel bad and worried for him.

A question never hurt anybody.

"Jungkook, do you want to go somewhere with me?" You blurt, immediately wincing at how weird that sounded.

Your stupid silly brain.

Jungkook, though, doesn't look weirded out by your question, if anything he looks confused. "Where and when?"

You stubbornly refuse to let the hope and relief wash over you at his question. "Umm, it's in the school campus really and I was thinking, we can go during lunch." You shrug, trying not to show your nervousness.

"Okay, sure." He agrees.

This time, you let the relief take over you and release a breath. Quite honestly, you were surprised that he agreed so easily but more than anything, you were glad that he even agreed.

"Let's go, then."

With dense bushes and about feet tall grasses, you have no doubt in your mind that this is probably one of the most unkept areas on your school campus. The dry leaves crunch beneath your feet as you walk, Jungkook following closely.

Along with your lunchbox, you're also carrying an additional one, which Jungkook hasn't noticed, even if he has, he hasn't mentioned or asked you about it. Which you're honestly thankful for.

A high pitched scream from Jungkook makes you whip around.

"What happened?" You ask rushing towards Jungkook, whose shaking form, makes you feel extremely concerned.

"Something dropped on my shoes." He says with his eyes closed in fear.

This only causes your worry to double up. Although you've never come across a snake in the various frequent visits you've paid, you can't erase that as a possibility. You look down frantically, trying to find the subject of his fear.

When you do spot it, you desperately try to hold back the snort trying to escape you. There's a part of you that's asking you to scare him and play a prank but you decide otherwise, he's already having a bad day and looks scared enough.

"Jungkook, open your eyes."  You say, softly with slight humour in your voice.

"I-i-is it safe?"

Okay, now you feel bad.

"Yes, it is."

He slowly opens his eyes, unsure and looks down.

"Is that–"

"Bird poop, yes."

His brows come together in a mix of disgust and embarrassment. "Well, shit."

"Quite literally." You chuckle.

"Umm, I didn't know that this is what it was, I'm sorry if I scared you." He mumbles, clearly embarrassed by his display of fear over something that isn't scary.

"No, it's okay, if anything it's funny," you let yourself tease him just that much and to your surprise, his lips quirk up ever so slightly.

"Okay, but how do I get rid of it?" He asks as he scowls to hide the smile.

"We can just wipe it off with a leaf and I got sanitiser in my pocket so we can sanitize the spot as well as your hands after you're done."

He nods in response, agreeing that it's the best that can be done at the moment.

You hold his lunchbox for him as he bends down to collect a leaf and does the needful, when you hesitantly begin, "I'm sorry for bringing you here, it's not the ideal place, I understand why you got so scared and I'd understand if you don't want to go any further. We can just head back."

He straightens up and takes the sanitiser from your hand. "No, it's completely fine, we have already come a long way and heading back now, is only going to put it at waste."

"No, you don't have to–"

"It's completely fine," He cuts you off as he sanitizes his hands, and gets shy again before saying "Just, maybe, umm, can we walk side by side–"

Seeing how shy and borderline uncomfortable he is getting, this time you cut him off. "That's absolutely reasonable, I should have been doing that in the first place, I'm sorry."

His body language eases almost immediately at the thought of not having to walk alone as he nods gratefully. "It's okay and thank you."

As you both start walking again, side by side this time, you can't help but feel stupid. Who thought it was a good idea to bring him along with you? Right, it was you.

Poor kid already has been having a bad day and then you bring him to a mini-amazon. It's still a surprise that he hasn't even asked you a single question regarding where the both of you are headed and has been patiently just trailing along with you.

Maybe he is cursing you in his mind thinking why on earth did he agree to go along with you. Maybe he thinks you have gone nuts. Heck, maybe you have.

Your anxiety only doubles up at the thought of the trouble not being worth it. What if your effort just doesn't make a difference? What if he only gets annoyed when you tell him or rather show him why you brought him here? Even more important question, what if they don't like him?

These are questions you should have thought earlier, you idiot.

Your footsteps stop as you approach the spot.

"So, we're finally here." You say, gulping, the anxiety refusing to leave.

Jungkook who has also stopped walking beside you, looks around confusedly. "What's so special about this place?"

"You'll see in a minute." You mumble mainly to yourself but he hears it anyway. "I'm sorry, but it's better if I head first from here, you can come closer when I tell you to."

Jungkook only becomes more confused but agrees anyway.

You cautiously step forward. If it were any other day, they would have been out by now, would be trying to climb you like a tree but today you see no traces of them. Something you are pretty sure has to do with your companion.

Not finding them anywhere in the out, you peek under the bush you know to be their home. And surely, two shining eyes blink back at you.

You wave your hand in greeting.

Hey, you're weird and you never denied it.

Seeing that they aren't coming out, you open the lunchbox that you use to carry food for them, hoping to lure them in.

To no one's surprise, three similar but much smaller pairs of shiny eyes come into view. One pair of which comes closer to you, until its tiny head and gradually its entire comes out of the bush.

Jungkook releases a small gasp.

Okay, so maybe not to no one's surprise.

You smile as the tiny creature comes closer to the lunchbox and takes a bite from one of the meatballs and meows in approval. You just knew he would be the first one to give in.

"She's so tiny." Jungkook whispers. Although you weren't facing him, you could still imagine his eyes being wide like saucers.

"He's a he and his name is Milo." You correct Jungkook, slowly petting the kitten's head as you take out a few meatballs and put them in front of him. "You can come closer now."

You get up from your crouching position as Jungkook slowly approaches where you are standing. Seeing him come closer, another body comes out of the bush.

"He isn't the only one?" He whispers, halting his steps immediately.

You softly shake your head, smiling at how flabbergasted he looks. "There are four of them actually, she is Mama C and this one is Milo"

"O-O-Okay but why is Mama C looking at me weirdly?" He asks voice low and sounding a little scared.

A small laugh escapes you. "She isn't acting weird, she's just cautious of you, that's the most natural thing considering you're a total stranger to her and that too when you're so close to her kids."

"Makes sense but umm she's coming closer to me, do I stay still? Do I bend down? Do I offer her my hand? What should I do?" He asks urgently voice even lower, almost a whisper.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh at how scared he looks. It's rude.

"Do what feels natural to you, she isn't going to harm you." You shrug.

Jungkook looks even more scared to be put on the spot. He fumbles a little bit until he slowly crouches down. You watch as Mama C stops a few centimetres away from his feet and just looks at him with narrowed eyes. Jungkook shakily offers his open palm to her and you watch in amusement as she sniffs his hands and gives it a tentative lick.

Time pauses as she seems to contemplate before giving out a meow, which you assume was one of approval because as soon as she does that, the other two kittens rush out of the bush as if they have been waiting for the permission for ages.

Now surrounded with three kittens, you offer food to the other two. Jungkook just looks awkwardly at Mama C as she turns around with full sass and walks towards you to get her share of food. You smile as she takes small bites from the meatballs in your hands.

"Do they have names too?" Jungkook asks, indicating towards the two new addition.

You nod. "She's Minnie and he is Juno." Scratching behind the ears of the said kittens, you doubt if he'd be able to distinctly remember the names. After all, they just look so similar, thick white fur with occasional black patches here and there. Initially, you used to get confused too but now you can just tell.

"They are so cute." Jungkook mumbles in awe.

You hum. "They are. You can try and feed them if you want to."

His eyes sparkle as if he has been waiting for those particular words but you also see the slight nervousness in them. "Will they let me?"

"You've got approval from Mama C so I'm pretty sure they will." You smile at him reassuringly and pass him the lunchbox. Milo's eyes follow your movements like a hawk. Realising that Jungkook now has his food, he parades his way to him as fast as he can, without giving you or anyone a second look. It only makes you chuckle at his behaviour.

Jungkook puts a few meatballs in front of him and Milo dives in without paying Jungkook any attention. "Isn't he eating too fast?" He frowns.

"That's how he usually eats. If you feel like it, you can break the meatballs into pieces and maintain some gap between feeding him. Although be careful, he gives these dangerous kitty eyes if you don't give him food fast enough, which can make anyone feel guilty and will make you feel terrible." You warn him seriously but with the way he nods, you know he didn't take the kitty eyes part seriously.

Oh boy, he'll learn it the hard way.

Once you feed all the meatballs that you had, you get up to fetch some more from the lunchbox, which makes the other three cats meow and follow you.

You crouch next to Jungkook and take a few out to feed them. As they feast on it, you slowly start petting Mama C, your heart-melting at the way she softly purrs. "You can try and pet them too, you know?"

"Can I?" He whispers, sounding unsure.

"Go for it, but if you pet Milo he possibly won't even realise that you're petting him because when he eats, he doesn't care about anything."

He furrows his brows while looking at Milo. "Whom should I pet then?"

"You can try pet her." You motion towards Mama C who's currently putty in your hands.

"She's intimidating, I don't think she'll let me." He says, looking even more unsure.

"She isn't intimidating at all, trust me." You say trying to assure him.

He nods but you can tell he still feels unsure. Shuffling closer to you, he shakily puts his hand on the top of her head and just keeps it there for some time, waiting for any sign that lets him know that she doesn't want to be petted by him.

She just looks up at him, for about a second and then goes back to her food. Jungkook takes this as a sign that she's okay with him and slowly runs his hand from the top of her head to the middle of her body in a back and forth motion.

The biggest smile breaks on his face when she starts purring. It's a genuine smile, mixed with excitement and slight disbelief.

You've noticed previously that he has bunny teeth but you've never seen them full-on display like this. The time he laughed during lunchtime, his head was thrown back, but now you see his bunny teeth, you realise it makes his smile just that much more adorable.

"She isn't as scary as I thought, she's kinda cute." He says to you with visible giddiness, getting a little bold with petting and feeling more confident.

You chuckle, feeling happy that your plan didn't go to waste and that it actually worked. "She is."

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, the only sounds being the cats chewing on their food and the occasional purring.

After some time you hesitantly begin with something that's been on your mind. "Jungkook, if it isn't too much to ask, please don't tell anyone about this place or about them."

His hands that were busy petting momentarily stop as he turns towards you with curiosity etched on his face. "Is it like your secret spot?"

You sigh, feeling unsure as to how to explain it. "You can put it that way, I guess, but more than that, this is their safe space. When I first found Mama C, she was injured, it might be so that she accidentally hurt herself but it looked like someone intentionally hurt her. She couldn't even walk and she was pregnant. Can you imagine that? That was about a month ago, and I somehow brought her here because it didn't seem like anyone visited this place, treated her and everything and now she seems fine. So yeah, if anyone else were to find this place, I'd feel very anxious about anyone hurting them or even making them feel uncomfortable." You ramble in one breath.

Jungkook just looks at you for some time and his grip on Mama C's fur tightens just the slightest, not enough to be uncomfortable but in a protective way. "I won't tell about them to anyone." He says, his voice sincere, letting you know that he means it.

You give him a small and equally sincere smile. "Thank you."

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you bring me to this place?" He asks with a curious frown on his face.

Well shit. How do you answer that?

Do you lie? Even if you do what do you say? You just thought of bringing him here? Was that even a good enough reason? You believe he knows, that you two aren't all buddy-buddy enough for you to just casually bring him here, especially after telling him how much this place means to you. It's not that you don't trust him, you know that he won't ever think of causing any harm to anyone, he just has this aura of innocence that is somehow undeniable which also makes this image of him harming anyone seem impossible. But then again, there are plenty of people who wouldn't possibly harm the cats, but that doesn't mean you'll just go on inviting everyone.

Seeing that your mind won't come up with a good enough lie, you settle for the truth. "You've been down since morning and it looked like something was bothering you so I thought bringing you here would make you feel better." Your voice gets smaller as you speak and you don't dare to look at him.

The longer he remains quiet, the more you get anxious.

Is he going to tell you that's it's none of your business? Is he going to get mad at you?

To your surprise, he does none of that, instead, he himself sounds surprised. "You noticed?"

"It was kind of obvious." You shrug, still feeling a bit unsure.

"Thank you." He mutters in the softest of voice, which gives you the courage to turn towards him. "I'm feeling way better now, so thank you and it means a lot." He says, looking straight into your eyes.

The fear that you had of him misunderstanding you, immediately dissipates and a smile appears on your face. "Don't mind it, I'm glad I could help."

He gives you a smile in return, not a shy one but one that's rather not shy at all to show you, how grateful he is for your kindness and you find it beautiful in every possible way.

A small nudge on the palm of your hand gets your attention. Looking down, you find Minnie trying to lift your hand with her tiny little head to try to get you to pet her. Chuckling at her cuteness, you start scratching behind her ears and your heart warms at the way she closes her eyes and meows in satisfaction.

Jungkook's voice, however, makes you turn towards him again. "I, umm, just something happened that was bothering me, someone sa–"

"No, you don't have to feel obligated to tell me." Sensing where he was going with that sentence, you cut him off immediately.

He just looks down, fiddling with Juno's paws. "But you deserve to know–"

"No, I don't." You cut him off again, firmer this time. "Just because I brought you here, doesn't mean you have to tell me what's been bothering you. I brought you here and that was my choice. If you ever tell me or anyone something personal, it should be your choice and not an obligation or not because you feel like you should or have to."

Jungkook just keeps his head down and after some time nods his head, his posture which you didn't even realise had somehow stiffened, relaxes.

"Thanks." He whispers.

"You're welcome." You keep it short and simple. If by the way, his body eased immediately at the thought of not having to narrate to you about whatever it is that has been bothering him, it is pretty obvious that he doesn't feel comfortable enough to share it and you're going to respect it. Honestly, he shouldn't even be thanking you regarding it, in the very first place.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, except for the meows and purring.

"Can I be honest with you about something though?" Jungkook asks, breaking the silence. Seeing you nod in approval, he begins. "Mama C is a veerryyyy weird name."

"Hey! How dare you?" You exclaim, now fully turning towards him.

His eyes swirl with mischief as he exclaims back. "What? I'm just being honest."

"For your information, it's a very adorable name." You defend your choice of name, huffing.

"No, it isn't."

"That's a good joke. Haha."

"It wasn't a joke, it's the truth, duh."

"As if."

Whatever retort was on the tip of his tongue, never comes out because a hiss stops him from continuing. You both find the source to be Mama C, looking at the two of you with squinted eyes, a look that screams disapproval.

You automatically raise your hands in the air in surrender. "Okay, sorry. No more arguing about your name. Got it."

"And someone said she's not intimidating." Jungkook mumbles loudly, mimicking your pose.

"She isn't but you just made fun of her name and made her angry. Anyone would be offended."

"Well, she's clearly–"

Another hiss.

That makes the both of you quiet again.

After moments of intense staring at the two of you, she concludes that you both have shut up for good. She waddles towards you and lays down on your lap, with her head on the top of your thigh.

You swiftly turn your head towards Jungkook and slightly raise your brow in a way to say I won. He only raises his brow back in complete denial.

Riiiiinnggg.

And there goes the lunch bell.

As if knowing that you'll have to leave, Mama C slowly gets up and licks a portion of the skin that's visible between the hem of your skirt and your socks. Gently stepping out of your lap, she hisses at Milo who was now licking whatever remnants of food is left in the lunchbox. He only looks up being caught off guard.

Well with this kid around you never have to worry about any food going to waste, that's for sure.

The two of you get up and give up some goodbye scratches, which by the looks of it, are greatly appreciated.

"Next time, I want you to pay attention to me." Jungkook scolds Milo lightly. You ignore the giddiness that rises at the thought of him enjoying his time enough for him to think of a second visit.

This wasn't a blunder after all.

Bending down you collect the lunchbox when Jungkook speaks again, in a very confused tone might you add. "Umm, what is she doing?"

Facing him, you spot the source of his confusion and find extreme amusement at the sight in front of you. "Well, Minnie's trying to climb you." You snort. "That's her way of welcoming you to the family."

Jungkook's confused expression turns into one of disbelief and seconds later a burst of gleeful laughter escapes him.

This wasn't a blunder at all.

NOW

Today is Monday.

You don't know what you expected but even then to your surprise, the beginning of your day has been normal and nothing out of the usual.

Tan tried waking you up by licking all over your face but when you didn't wake up like he wanted you to, he 'scream-barked' near your ears, which made you spring up from your bed at the speed of light. When you tried scolding him for almost making you deaf, he gave you puppy eyes, because obviously.

After regaining some sense of hearing, you did your morning routine, chose a white blouse with a grey blazer and matching skirt as your outfit of the day, argued with Tae over breakfast about which out of DC and Marvel is better, left Tan at your nearest pet care centre, and then the both of you headed out.

Pretty normal.

The only thing that's been a reminder that it isn't just any other Monday, was the way Tae hugged you a little tighter and longer while whispering, it's going to be okay, before parting and making his way to the IT sector of the building.

You possibly stood there awkwardly in the middle of nowhere for some time, watching Tae's back as he walked, before finally taking a deep breath and calming yourself.

Today isn't just any other Monday but you'll deal with it.

Over the course of the week, you've accepted the fact that Jungkook is now going to be your boss. There's no denying that. But then that's just it right? He's only going to be your boss.

Honestly, from what you've heard from Tae, he's this big hot-shot of a CEO and lowkey a celebrity, whom you doubt you'll ever meet. But say, you do, even then it's only going to be once or twice and yeah maybe it would be awkward but that's okay, it would be weird if it's isn't awkward.

So yeah, as Tae said, it shouldn't be much of a problem.

And that's why you're calm, or at least way calmer than you expected yourself to be. You aren't going to lie, there's still this little anxiety at the back of your mind but that is normal and you have made peace with it.

That brings you here, in your office.

Checking the time on your wristwatch, you find it's 8:50, which means you're fairly on time.

You put down your handbag on the table and walk towards your chair to take a seat when the door of your office opens suddenly, startling you.

"Thank God you're finally here." Mina gushes, quite literally running towards you.

"Hey! Calm down, why are you in such a hurry?" A look of confusion appears on your face.

"I'm in a hurry because you have a meeting in ten minutes." She responds between shallow breaths.

Frowning, you ask, "Meeting in ten minutes? That early?"

"Yes, I got a mail that said new boss would like to have a meeting with the department heads, first thing in the morning." She explains further.

Your frown only intensifies and so does your anxiety. "New boss as in?" You ask just to be sure.

"Jeon Jungkook, duh."

Well fuck.

Really?

You're going to face Jungkook after six long years, more like you have to face Jungkook, and that too this early.

What's worrying you, even more, is the fact that he is going to know that you work here. When you left Korea, you left without a clue and you have no idea how he is going to react upon seeing you. If he–

Realising, where your thoughts are headed, you stop yourself immediately.

You're not going to waste your time, thinking about it. How he reacts is on him. You get no say on that. What matters is, you know how you're going to react.

Maybe it's too soon to see him, maybe you were totally unprepared for it, but the sooner you get over with it the better.

"Hey, you still functioning?" Mina's voice brings you back to reality.

"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting an early morning meeting but it is what is, I guess."

"I know, babe, no one likes early morning meetings buuuut it's 8:53 now and if you don't head out now, chances are, you'll be late." She informs you, tone slightly apologetic.

You hum in agreement. "Did they ask us to carry any specific files or documents?"

"Nope, not really. Just take a few sheets, I guess, in case you have to note down something."

You hum again before opening your drawer to collect a few sheets of paper and a pen. "So, I'll get going." You say, awkwardly, suddenly feeling doubtful about being in the same room as Jungkook.

"Hey, chill okay? It's all fine." It's funny how you don't even have to say but Mina automatically knows when something is bothering you.

You release a deep breath before nodding. "Thanks. Also, please just have a cup of coffee on my table when I come back."

She nods in response and with that, you finally head out.

On your way to the top floor, you can't help but notice this nervous aura radiating off from almost everyone. You feel for them, you really do. A lot of fears come along when you start working for a new company. You can only hope their fears turn out to be just that, fears and nothing else.

As the elevator door closes, you feel thankful that it's empty. Checking your reflection on the shiny reflecting doors, you feel confident about the way you look. No one would ever guess that there's anything that's running at the back of your mind and that's exactly how you prefer it.

Especially you won't ever let Jungkook know and give him the satisfaction that you indeed spent so much time of your week thinking about him. Although, they weren't the most pleasant thoughts about him but still, those thoughts somehow mean that he still kind of sort of affects you. Which is not what you want.

As the elevator door opens, you head straight out to the meeting room.

It's a huge room, to be honest. The kind of room that's simple, spacious yet slightly intimidating.

You open the door in one swift motion which makes all heads turn towards you and an awkward silence falls over the room.

Uh, okay.

You slowly close the door and take your seat, the third on the left side of the table. Sighing in relief, when the chatter resumes.

It's 8:57 and thank god you aren't late. You can only imagine how awkward it would be if you were to walk in when Jungkook was giving some sort of speech.

"Good morning Y/N." Alex, the head of the marketing department who's also sitting to your right, greets.

Turning your head towards him, you greet back. "Good morning, Alex."

"So, how are you keeping up with all this?" He waves his hand around slightly at the lack of better words.

"I don't know really, it sucks but it's not like how we feel matters, we have no say on it technically." You shrug.

"Well yeah, that is unless we–"

And the door opens.

Your head turns in sync with everyone to see Jungkook enter and your breath hitches.

When you saw him at the party, you just had a glimpse of him but now that you see him, you can't help but notice the obvious differences in him.

But what did you expect, it has been six years.

His facial features have matured, there's a very hard, calculative look on his face which you never saw on him in the past, there's this aura that he radiates which you'd otherwise find intimidating. His hair is dishevelled as if he has run his fingers through them countless number of times. He also has just overall grown a lot. He must be at least an inch or two taller than the last time you saw him, the width of his shoulder much broader.

His costly looking black suit adorns his body and by the looks of it, you possibly wouldn't find a single crease even if you tried. As his right hand comes up to fix his tie, you notice the tattoos, something you knew he always wanted but never knew he had finally gotten, and not to forget the various sliver rings on his fingers.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor makes you snap out of your trance.

Huh?

What were you doing?

This is an important meeting and were you just comparing the Jungkook that stands a few metres away, with the Jungkook that's ingrained in your mind from six years ago?

What is wrong with you?

Shaking yourself out of these thoughts and telling yourself to focus, your eyes follow the sound of heels to find a woman, in a red suit, closely following behind Jungkook.

What catches your attention, however, are her heels. They are like taaaallll, tall.

How does she walk in those? You have no idea.

"Good morning." Jungkook begins, taking his seat and you notice how his voice has turned slightly deeper, not too deep though. It's still very Jungkook, but also has this gravelly touch to it. It's the slightest of change that is noticeable but not an extreme one. You can still recognise his voice from anywhere, just like you did at the party.

"For those of you who don't know, I'm Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Jeon Corporations and this is my assistant, Miss Elene." Your eyes drift back to the woman in extra tall heels to find her standing at a distance from the chair Jungkook is sitting on. Honestly, you'd feel very awkward to be standing like that, but she looks more than okay, not minding the sudden attention on her.

"I know, the last few days might have been stressful for every one of you and that's why I called this meeting." Saying this, he makes eye contact with everyone, including you. What surprises you, is how unsurprised he looked.

Did he already know you work here? You're pretty sure by now, he already has a file that states all the names of the employees from FCS, maybe that's how he knows? Or maybe he checked the names of the people he was going to hold a meeting with? That's pretty normal and makes sense, you reckon.

"To begin with, there will be no change in positions for at least six months from now, you all will be on the same post as you were before." He gets straight to the point, with a stoic face. Seeing how Elene sports a very similar look, you wonder if that's an unspoken rule everyone working for Jeon Corporations needs to follow, to have a blank and emotionless face.

"At the end of each month, I expect both hard and soft copies of reports from each department head, on my table." Interlinking his fingers on the table surface, he leans forward. "There won't be much difference of workload from what you're used to." His eyes do a quick scan of everyone on the table.

"Though, there are some, rather small things that one needs to keep in mind while working for a company this big." The way he says these words doesn't make him calling his own company big, sound cocky, if anything they sound like he's just stating facts.

"Most of them you'll learn on your own, sooner than later, and honestly, it's for the best that you learn them by yourself. But the most important of them is, staying away from rumours." He pauses briefly to emphasise his point. "There are at least seven each day. Some if not all, are extremely misleading. Do not trust information if it's not from a reliable source, and I'd like to inform you, news channels and articles do not count as reliable."

Seeing a few head nods, he continues. "This building also will be the main branch of Jeon Corporations in the States and I'll be working and operating from here for some time. So expect a lot of unwanted media attention."

Oh?

Oh.

Ohhhhhh.

Haha. You're thoroughly fucked.

"Except for the points that I mentioned, everything is going to be the way it used to be. So I don't think any of you will face any problem but if you do, you can always reach out to Miss Elene." He leans back in his seat, before beginning again. "You will be shown a presentation and after that, if you have any questions that you want to ask, feel free to ask them."

Receiving nods of agreement from the people in the room, he signals Elene to begin the presentation, who then walks to the other side of the room, where the screen is.

As the presentation begins, you can't help but be amazed at the numbers on the screen. To say, that they are impressive would be an understatement. Jeon Corporations has made huge progress in the last few years. To be very specific, since Jungkook became the CEO.

There was this tiny part of you that was elated to know that the big, doe-eyed kid you met all those years ago got to achieve his dreams but you quickly shove those thoughts down.

Thinking about Jungkook won't do you any good.

After the presentation ends, a few rounds of questions are asked, which Jungkook answers precisely. Although you didn't have any questions, you doubt if you'd ask even if you had any.

"Any more queries?" He asks, his hard eyes roaming across the table. Being met with silence, he nods taking that as an answer. "That concludes the meeting, then."

"Welcome to Jeon Corporations."

It's surprising that the meeting ended as fast as it did. You honestly expected a lot more detailing and information being passed on but Jungkook kept it short, very to the point. He didn't start at a slow pace or gradually ease into it, no he just started talking about the things 'we should know', within five seconds of him entering the room.

You didn't expect the meeting to be so....extra professional.

Good for you, you guess. You didn't have to stay in the same room as him for long.

But one particular part of what he said has been the highlight for you.

He is going to work from here.

Aren't there other branches of Jeon Corporation in the States? Then why, just why?

Well, you know why, because the Universe had to play a sick joke on you and as a result of which, you have to see him at work every single fucking day.

Great. Just fucking great.

Your pace increases as you near your office. You feel like you will face-plant yourself and scream at the top of your lungs. Honestly, you might just need to scream to let off some steam.

But if only luck was on your side.

Just when you place your hand on the doorknob to open your office door a voice calls out for you.

Turning around, you find it to be Elene. "Yes?" You ask, with a confused frown.

"Mr. Jeon has requested you in his office." She says with a straight face.

Your brow quirks up in surprise. That bitch already has his own office in the building? This quick?

Is it wrong to call your new boss a bitch on the very first day? Probably so. Do you care? Not at all.

"Did he specify any reason?" You don't know why you asked this question it's not like it would make any difference. If he has summoned you, you have to go.

"No." Her reply comes short, but not in a way that shows impatience or annoyance.

"Well then, which room is his office?" You ask, releasing a sigh.

"The one that previously used to be Mr. Denver's room."

You only nod in response, before heading in that direction.

You were too busy cursing him in his mind to even wonder about the reason as to why he might have called you.

Just when you are about to knock on his door though, your hand pauses midway in the air.

Were you just going to walk in all frustrated? Were you going to show him you were affected?

Fuck, no you won't do that.

You might have slipped for a second, but he's not the only one who's good at putting up a business font and he's sure going to learn that.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down and knock on the door. Hearing a faint come in, you push the door and to your surprise, Jungkook's eyes are already on you, as if he knew you were on the other side of the door.

"You called me, Mr. Jeon?"

Something very brief flashes through his eyes but it disappears just as quickly.

"Yes, please take a seat." He says in the same gravelly voice, without moving his eyes from you.

You walk towards the chair in front of his desk and take a seat, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. Maybe it's kind of silly, but if he wasn't going to back down, you aren't going to either. It's in large contrast to how you reacted to seeing him at the party, but there's no point in running away now, is there? The bare minimum you can do is to seem unbothered.

"So, how have you been?"

The question takes you by huge surprise, out of all the things you expected to come out of his mouth, you sure weren't expecting such a casual question.

But you don't let your surprise reflect on your features. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jeon but I don't get how it is any of your business." You reply, pretending to be genuinely confused.

His features harden slightly. "I haven't seen you in six years, you left without telling anyone, and now that I ask you the simplest of questions, you respond as if we are strangers." Perhaps, anyone will say that these words are that of frustration but with the way he says it in the same business-like tone, there's a part of you that finds it absurd yet hilarious.

It's a weird mix, hardened features with a relaxed, monotonous voice.

"Again, I'm sorry, Mr. Jeon, but like I said, I genuinely don't think it's any of your business after all you're my boss and I'm your employee and I'd prefer if it stayed that way." You say, your facade dropping just a little to let him know that you mean it.

His jaw clenches, his features harden even more but he still doesn't take his eyes off of you.

And neither do you, the only difference being, your features are much more relaxed, with a hint of a smile that can fool anyone into thinking that you're amused.

Seeing that he isn't saying anything else, you decide to break the tense silence. "Is there anything else, Mr. Jeon? If not, I have work to do."

And just like that, his features relax back into their regular expressionless state. "I'm sure you do and I won't keep you any longer, Miss Y/L/N."

You don't miss the way he emphasizes on miss. Although you've been addressing him as Mr. Jeon from the very moment you entered the room, he has refrained from directly using your name, but now that he did, adding the 'miss' seems to be his way of telling you, that he's going to give you what you want.

If you want to be professional, he'll be professional. If you want to pretend to be strangers, he'll pretend to be a stranger.

Giving a firm nod, you swiftly get up and leave, but on your way to the door, you feel his eyes burning holes at the back of your head.

As soon as the door closes, relief and a tiny hint of pride blooms in your chest. It went way better than you initially imagined it to be. Moreover, the last time you had a conversation with him, you were a broken sobbing mess, this time though, you didn't let him see through you.

There are certain things though which you just couldn't miss, even if you tried to.

Like, how his eyes were unreadable. Something that you didn't think was ever possible. From the very fast time that you met him all those years ago, his eyes would always reflect whatever it was that he was feeling but the long and tense eye contact you held with him in his office let you see that his eyes now had various layers to them, layers which helped him hide his emotions.

Then there was the fact that he has become so direct. First the meeting then the way he talked to you, he didn't beat around the bush at all, not even for a second. It felt like you were talking to someone who's trying to make a business deal, minus the 'convincing them' part of course, not that you wanted him to try or insist, because it would be of no use anyways, if anything it would only make you feel uncomfortable. You are glad he didn't take the conversation any further.

It's just that he's become all businessman, like.

It doesn't bother you though, it's just an observation.

But it only benefits you. If this is how Jungkook is going to be like as your boss, then it wouldn't be a problem at all. It will make your life way easier. Hell, you think you won't even notice his presence this way. He will be your boss, that's it. Nothing less, nothing more.

And currently, that's the best that you can settle for.

Taglist:

@miniiimee @its11-11mylove @jeonlovescoffee @mageprincess7 @namjooningelsewhere @unicornbabylover @drownforryou @diorggukie @koorosie @ggukkieland @joonwater @btsreader12 @shatzkrinslinzki @starbrightday @yoonchrisgull @shameless-army @mwitsmejk

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My lucky stars | jjk

pairing: dad!jungkook x mom!reader

word count: 4k (pls this was never meant to go over 2k but I suck)

genre: lots of fluff, domestic, parents au, established relationship, implied smut

summary: it’s been almost two years since your little weekend getaway at the beautiful lake house, the place that granted you memories you hold deeply in your heart. Now, it’s time to visit again as a family of three, and to add more of those wonderful memories to your ever growing collection.

a/n: hi loves! here’s a follow up piece for the wishing for you fam! I guess this can be read as a stand alone, but will make much more sense if you have read the story first, so if you haven’t done so, go check it out! I dedicate this one to my sweet and lovely @vaekth!!🥰 thank you so much for giving me this wonderful idea sweetheart, and for always being so supportive of my work and kind to me! I really hope you enjoy it!!

The scenery outside is just as beautiful as you remember. Just as mesmerizing as it was when you first admired it two years ago. The bright spring sun is reflected in the calm water, surrounded by greenery and pretty blooming flowers of all kinds of colors. The same small canoe docked at the side of the pier making the sight look straight out of painting. It’s wonderful.

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Ohh I'm so glad that I have inspired you maybe just a little bit to write. That's an honour for me. Please continue with your wonderful writing. I'm looking forward to the story <3

Favorite Jungkook Fic 🐰

This is the list for Series (some are ongoing) and Two Shots. List for One Shots and Drabbles is here

Series || Two shots

✩ Worst of You @oureuphoria | Angst, Fluff (Jungkook Police Officer au. Jungkook has commitment issue) <Complete>

✩ @ahundredtimesover

Inevitable | Angst, Fluff, Smut (Jungkook sports au. Dad Jungkook) <Complete>

Empty Space | Angst, Smut, Fluff (Two Shots. Police Officer Jungkook. Ex fwbs) <Complete>

✩ Re: Untitled @to-star-lake | Angst, Smut, Fluff (Husband Jungkook. Marriage au. It has a big twist and that is mind-blowing) <Complete>

✩ His Name @jimlingss | Angst (Jungkook has DID. OC is a psychologist. It is really sad 😭) <Complete>

✩ Take My Hands Now @manggojooz | Angst, Fluff (Jungkook College /Uni au. OC has a special power of feeling others' pain) <Complete>

✩ Angel's Trumpet @hansolmates | Fluff, Angst, Slight Smut (Jungkook idol au. Kind of fantasy au) <Complete>

✩ Stoic and Redemption @blue-jade | Angst, Smut (Two shots. Husband Jungkook. Infidelity au. Parents au in the second story) <Complete>

✩ @flowerwrites06

Utopic Desire | Angst, Smut (Jungkook vampire au) <Complete>

Bow to You | Angst, Smut yet (Royalty au. Infidelity au. King Jungkook Queen OC) <Ongoing>

✩ To Build A Home @soft4gguk | Fluff, Smut, Angst (Single dad Jungkook. Nanny OC) <Ongoing>

✩ Evolution of A Lover's Heart @jeonstudios | Angst, Fluff (Jungkook College /Uni au. Fuckboy Jungkook but he is a good person now after an incident. But he is hurt 😭) <Ongoing>

✩ An Ode to a Broken Heart @smoochkooks | Angst, Slight Smut yet (Drabble series. Unrequited love. Best friend au) <Ongoing>

✩ Burning Love @bangtanficsforyou | Angst yet (Only prologue has come. Jungkook is OC's ex) <Ongoing>

✩ Candy Cane Ache @monvante | Angst, Fluff yet (The Proposal au. Journalist Jungkook) <Ongoing>

Somnolent

Summary: After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, roommate!au

Warnings: Swearing, some talk of nipples and whipped cream, a very emotional realisation 

Word count: 3.5k

Jeongguk threw the pillow across the darkened room, a crash sounded as all his deodorants and sunscreens came tumbling down from his dresser onto the floor, plastic pings and clatters accompanying his soft cursing. 

This was the third night in a row. 

Third night of no sleep whatsoever, no matter how many cups of camomile tea he drank before bed, or how much he danced and worked out to tire himself out, or how much asmr he listened to, nothing was working. Tonight, he had even popped a sleeping pill. He was absolutely against using these kind of drugs unless absolutely necessary, but he was desperate. Everytime he was at the edge of blissful oblivion, something would snap him back to consciousness. Whether it was house noises, or the hum of the fan, an annoying itch or a wayward thought or just… the image of your heavenly arms wrapped around him as you cradled him to sleep. 

He knew what he ought to do. He’d known you’d ruined good sleep for him for posterity the moment he’d woken up beside you three mornings prior. You’d been the little spoon, him the big. That’s not how Jeongguk liked his cuddles usually (he didn’t like cuddles period) but you had come to him seeking protection as part of the unsaid roommate loyalty and trust agreement and he had to oblige you. 

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