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It’s more difficult getting Jungkook ready for your Halloween party than Naru. Sure, your six month old daughter fussed and flailed while being dolled up in her Thumper costume, but she didn’t act nearly as defiant as your boyfriend. 

Jungkook keeps twitching and turning his head as you attempt to use makeup to transform him into a skunk for his Flower costume. He completes the trio of Bambi characters you’ll be dressing up as for your first Halloween as a family and you need him to stop moving if you’re ever going to pull it off. 

Obviously, it's already a given which costume of the three you’ll be wearing tonight. 

“Koo, stay still,” you scold him.

You’re clutching his jaw so you can draw his whiskers on with eyeliner, but it isn’t going as well as you originally hoped, no thanks to the man in question. 

“It tickles!” 

Sighing in contentment, you rest your head on his shoulder with a slow exhale to prevent yourself from blowing a gasket. If men were the ones encouraged by society to wear makeup, you’re certain they would be at a total loss. 

“I know, honey, but I’m almost done,” you grumble.

He hums thoughtfully before grabbing your nape to lift your head again until you’re eye to eye.

“Maybe a kiss would help me stay still?” He suggests with irresistible, pursed lips. 

You can’t contain the affectionate, knowing eye roll that occurs immediately upon hearing his request. Even so, you forgo a verbal response and bend down to kiss away his pout. He hums again, an undoubtedly satisfied sound because of your instant acquiescence. It isn’t just a chaste kiss, either, despite you having more important tasks at hand. His lips move slow and ardently against your own while his fingers curl into the hair at the base of your neck.

He’s smiling like a kid in a candy store after you part and it causes you to shake your head with a click of your tongue. With his desires satiated, he relaxes against the mattress and nods to communicate that you’re free to continue. Funny enough, he remains as still as a statue for the remainder of your makeup session. 

The various makeup tools are strewn haphazardly around you on the bed as you straddle Jungkook’s lap and he massages your hips and waist. His eyes are sparkling with admiration for you, as they always are, while you twist to grab some blush from beside your knee.

It’s your first time hosting a formal gathering at your home together and you’ve been planning everything down to the last detail for months. Hence your tenacious attitude to turn Jungkook into the perfect skunk. 

Halloween is and always has been your favorite holiday, and it also happens to be a special holiday for you and Jungkook as a pair. Ever since your first Halloween together, shortly after Jungkook turned one and you turned seven months old, your parents have insisted you wear matching costumes. That year was Wizard of Oz themed, with you and Jungkook dressed up as Dorothy and Scarecrow, respectively, and your parents dawning the costumes of the other titular characters. 

The tradition continued all the way through college, but this will be the first year since then that you’ll be wearing matching costumes again.

After graduation, you were both always in a relationship when Halloween came around, so you would dress up with your respective partners rather than each other. It makes your heart sing to finally be sharing in the holiday tradition again, and it’s even more special that your daughter is involved.

You still remember the last time you two dressed up for a spooky celebration together. 

Campus is ungodly loud tonight, your fellow students busy running around outside the dorms preparing for one of the biggest events of the year: Halloween. It’s an excuse for everyone to get belligerently drunk while dressed in costumes that leave little to the imagination. You have no excuse yourself, because although your costume isn’t that revealing, you’re planning on drinking all night and finding a stranger to take home just like the rest of your classmates. 

There’s a rhythmic knock on your door; two long raps, a pause, then two staccato bangs, easily giving away who’s standing just beyond the wood. You shout for them to come inside and a second later Jungkook dramatically throws the door wide open. He strikes a pose in the illumination brought on by the bright hallway lighting so you can get the full effect of his costume before he enters the room. It’s typical for your theatrical best friend, but not because he’s naturally over-the-top, he just enjoys making you laugh more than any other activity. 

“I’m here to suck your blood,” he announces in an absurdly fake Romanian accent.

“Koo, you’re the Phantom of the Opera, not a vampire,” you correct him.

He throws you a dashing smile before shutting the door behind him and removing the half-mask covering the right side of his face. Besides the infamous accessory, his costume consists of black slacks, a billowy white shirt that’s unbuttoned severely low, and a black cape. His hair falls into his eyes without his mask and you watch as he shakes it away and pushes it back with both hands. It isn’t much use, though, and a couple of strands flit back down to his forehead with a pretty curve. 

As always, your best friend looks effortlessly handsome. 

“I know, but he doesn’t have a cool tag line like that.”

His antics cause a single shake of your head as you stand up following the completion of your hair and makeup. When you do, Jungkook makes a long whistling sound and gestures with his finger for you to twirl.

“Damn, Bambi, I don’t remember Christine having tits like that,” he comments proudly. 

Glancing down to see what all the fuss is about, you smirk at the voluptuous outline of your cleavage and make a show of flipping your hair over your shoulder. You’re wearing Christine’s outfit from Angel of Music and you must admit the bejeweled bra and lacey white robe does make you look rather delectable.

“I gotta do something to get laid tonight,” you reply. “It’s been almost two weeks and I am dying.”

“Sucks to be you,” Jungkook chuckles. “I did a walk of shame just this morning.”

An eye roll happens on instinct.

“Whore.”

Jungkook takes up purchase on your bed while you gather your essentials in a purse. Once you’re done, you reach for him and he happily takes your hands to help him stand up. He puts his mask back on and on instinct you start fixing the couple of strands that fell out of place. His eyes lock on yours at first, but then you catch the slight movement of his eyelashes when he peers downward.

“Eyes up here, Koo.”

He giggles like he didn’t just get caught ogling your chest.

“Sorry. They’re… distracting.”

“Mmhm, just wait until you see my party trick.”

His eyes go wide in wonder.

“What party trick?”

Jungkook’s been your best friend since birth, so it’s only fair he witnesses your special talent prior to anyone else. 

You snag one of the mini shooters from the top of your fridge and wiggle it between your faces, sending one of Jungkook’s eyebrows up his forehead as he awaits the presentation. After unscrewing the cap, you place the bottle in the crevice between your breasts and hold your hair back with one hand. Then you bend forward until your mouth is secure around the rim before tilting your head back and downing the shot in one go. 

The alcohol burns like hell on its trip down your throat, so you quickly release the empty bottle from between your lips to soothe the ache with an inhale.

“Tada!”

There’s a pregnant pause as Jungkook stares at you with his mouth agape.

“Holy fuck, Bams, I think I just came in my pants.”

“Eww.”

When his face of awe is immediately replaced with crescent eyes and a scrunched up nose, you know he’s fucking with you. He continues to laugh even once you shove his shoulder to move past him towards the door. 

“Kidding,” he sing-songs. “That was pretty hot, though.”

He follows you into the hall after grabbing your pregame beverages and letting the door shut behind him with a click. 

There are plenty of house parties to choose from tonight, but your friend group will be attending the one hosted by the soccer team, since the frat parties often end up being a total bust. Your rather large group of friends are planning on meeting at some point or another during the night. With eleven of you in total, it’s hard to accumulate everyone in an orderly fashion, so you often travel separately and catch one another when you’re able. 

Jungkook is strolling to your left down the dilapidated sidewalk, on the side closest to the road like the true gentleman he is, while you sip your drinks and discuss your respective classes. 

You’re studying business administration since you truly have no idea what you want to do with your life. Unlike your best friend, a computer science major who’s always known he wants to work with video games. As of right now, he’s designing his own game in hopes of using it to get into the industry after graduation. You’ve never been particularly career driven and in contrast, his ambition, intellect, and endless talent never fails to amaze you.

“If I have to write one more stupid paper for that social studies elective, I’m going to lose my mind,” he notes before chugging the last of his beer.

“I told you I would help, you know.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point.”

You chuckle at his indignation before finishing your own beverage and reaching out for him to hand his empty can over. He thanks you while placing it in your hand so you can drop them both in a nearby trash can.

“The thing that’s killing me is chemistry,” you announce. “I mean, I’m a grown woman. Why the hell do I need to know about atoms?” 

Jungkook laughs with his head thrown back, an endeared smile flashing in your direction once he lifts his head up. 

Upon reaching the large home, Jungkook automatically captures your hand so you don’t get lost in the swarm of bodies while you’re following him. He leads you into the kitchen first to make you both another drink while you start surveying the crowd. There are a few recognizable faces and some total strangers, which is par for the course. The most noticeable attribute is that everyone looks drunk as hell, although you suppose you’re nearing that category as well after your shot and initial drink.

“We need to take pictures before we get too drunk,” you tell him.

Not only do you simply enjoy documenting nights like this for yourself and social media, but your moms will kill you if you forgot to add to their growing collection of Halloween photos. 

Jungkook side-eyes you while handing your drink over, but shrugs his shoulders in agreement nonetheless. Prompting the two of you to weave through the crowded kitchen to locate your friend Chaewon who agreed to act as your photographer. Based on her slightly tipsy text messages, she’s somewhere in the backyard. 

When you reach the steps leading outdoors, feeling the fresh air in comparison to the musty, alcohol-filled home makes you breathe a sigh of relief. While you’re busy appreciating the crisp autumn night, your best friend excitedly hops down the couple of steps before turning around and offering you his hand. You play along, showing him a deep curtsey as your fingers rest in his palm and you frolic down the wooden stairs. 

“Bitch! You look so hot!” Chaewon shouts from across the yard. 

Your heads simultaneously turn in the direction of her voice until you notice her scurrying through the grass in her kitten heels. She’s dressed as a sexy mermaid and she perfectly embodies the look with her sea shell bra and matching wispy skirt. 

“What about me?” Jungkook pouts. 

Chaewon waves off the protest while pulling you in for a hug. 

“I think you might have me beat,” you argue. 

“As if. You’re always the hottest woman around, babe.” Her eyes lock on Jungkook who’s since zoned out. “Right, Jungkook?”

Despite paying minimal attention, your best friend throws his hands up in surrender to plead the fifth, prompting Chaewon to roll her eyes. 

For the approximately four years you’ve known her, Chaewon’s been trying ceaselessly to get Jungkook to “slip up” and admit he has feelings for you. It’s difficult for your college friends to comprehend how you and him can be so close without any romantic feelings, but anyone who’s known you since childhood understands what you mean to each other. For instance, your group of girl friends who’ve been by your side since elementary school. 

Chaewon takes your phone from you and steps back so she has the best angle for you and Jungkook to pose underneath a large tree in the backyard. You strike a fair amount of poses; some side by side, some on theme for your costumes, and finally your signature pose where Jungkook stands behind you with his arms around your neck. Once the final flash goes off, he rests his head atop yours while you reach around to gently tousle his hair. 

“Now kiss!” Chaewon cheers. 

Her instruction receives an eye roll from you both, but a second later you feel a pair of warm lips on your cheek. You glance back at Jungkook with astronomically large eyes, not having expected him to play into her hand even as a joke. 

“Gotcha,” he giggles in accomplishment. 

You shove him off of you, but find yourself laughing, too. 

It isn’t entirely abnormal for you to be mildly touchy with each other, but it’s rare and usually a direct result of one or both of you being drunk. For the most part, you attempt to keep firm boundaries in place, not only for yourselves but also any future partners who might get the wrong idea about your friendship. It’s already happened once or twice since coming to college and you want to avoid it whenever possible. 

“Thank you,” you sing-song to Chaewon after she hands you the phone. “I’m going to send these to our moms now so they don’t call me asking for them while I’m getting my shit rocked later.”

Jungkook nearly spits out his drink over your vulgar statement and you burst out laughing as you watch him struggle to swallow the beverage that went down the wrong tube. Once he recovers with a couple of harsh coughs, you turn on your heel to head back inside, but he stops you with a tug on your wrist before you reach the house.

“You know I think you’re beautiful. Don’t you, Bams?” The comment seems entirely out of left field and your held tilts in confusion. “Back there, I didn’t answer because I didn’t want to give Chae any more fuel for her fire, but I agree with her.”

A bashful, light pink blush creeps onto your face when you realize which statement he’s alluding to. 

“Yeah. I know, Koo.”

Your wonderful, endlessly kind best friend never fails to make you feel beautiful, both inside and out.

Following a second round of drinks, you’re both feeling tipsy enough to hunt for your respective Halloween hookups. 

You’re standing side by side against a wall in the large living room where the majority of partygoers are dancing or chatting with fellow singles. Jungkook taps your shoulder before pointing to a particularly adorable blonde on the other side of the room and soon enough, you spot a tall, dark, and handsome stranger not far away from your current position. 

“See you on the other side?” You ask him.

“May the odds be ever in your favor.”

Just as you’re about to head off in separate directions, you turn around so you can see him while walking backwards towards your target.

“Don’t get anyone pregnant!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Don’t get pregnant,” he shouts back. 

You throw him a makeshift salute that he overdramatically returns, even going so far as to stomp his feet together and stand in perfect attention. The goofy behavior makes you snort as you turn around to find your prey. 

About thirty minutes later, Jungkook is standing with his forearm against the wall as he chats up the cute blonde who seems very interested in him. He’s putting on all the signature moves; caging her in with his bicep where they’re standing in a secluded area of the living room, twirling a piece of her hair with his pointer finger, and enthusiastically nodding at her every word whether he understands or not. 

He isn’t sure what force tickles his shoulder, but at one point when she starts explaining her choice of major, he glances across the room. You’re easy enough to spot, not just because he knows your silhouette better than his own, but because your partner for the evening is wearing a neon costume of some kind. The scene looks innocuous at first, but as Jungkook’s eyes focus on your familiar features, he notices a disgruntled expression.

After observing you two together for another moment to ensure you’re alright, his eyes flicker down to see your forearm caught by the stranger’s hand. You’re tugging against his hold to make him let you go and the sight makes Jungkook’s blood run cold. Without another thought, he turns to his companion to stop her ramblings.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook barely spares her a second glance before hurrying across the room to your side. 

Meanwhile, you’re having the time of your life. Someone needs to teach you how to pick ‘em because this guy is the pinnacle of asshole-ary and it only took approximately twenty-two and a half minutes to realize as such. When he finally stops talking about himself for the first time since you introduced yourself, you kindly inform him you’re not interested and turn to leave, but he snatches your arm before you can get very far. 

His actions immediately put you on high alert and you begin pulling your arm back to force yourself free, but his grip just grows stronger the more effort you exude. Anxiety pools in your gut and you’re about to use your claws to defend yourself when a loud slap causes his grip to disappear entirely. Before you have the chance to connect the dots, you’re being delicately maneuvered behind someone who keeps a protective hold on you. It isn’t hard to guess the identity of your knight in shining armor and when you look down, you see your best friend’s hand resting on your arm.

“Back up,” Jungkook snaps.

The stranger scoffs and attempts to stand a bit taller, but Jungkook easily has three or four inches on him and is significantly broader.

“Who are you? The boyfriend?”

“Worse.”

The sheer venom in Jungkook’s voice sends your eyebrows up your forehead. It’s not a tone you’re used to hearing from him and is completely opposed to his sweet, gentle demeanor. It seems to work, though, and your bad choice of companion leaves without putting up a fight. 

As soon as he’s out of sight, Jungkook turns around to check on you. His hands are nothing but gentle when he lifts your arm to examine it, his big, boba eyes growing in size as he twists and turns your limb around in his hands. 

“I’m okay, Koo.” When he doesn’t cease his observations, you use your pointer finger to lift his chin up. “I’m okay.”

Jungkook frowns and absentmindedly laces his fingers between your own. 

“At least let me ice it for you. You bruise easily, Bambi.”

An endeared smile appears on your face, but you shake your head. 

“You gotta get back to little red over there. I can do that myself,” you assure him.

He glances across the room at the girl wearing a sexy little red riding hood costume patiently waiting for him, but quickly turns his attention back to you with a reassuring smile. 

“Nah, she’s not my type anyway.” You’re being tugged in the direction of the kitchen before you can argue any further. “C’mon.”

Without much choice, you allow him to lead you by the hand into the kitchen where he finds a clean rag and stuffs it with ice originally meant for mixed drinks to create a makeshift icepack. You lean against the counter together in comfortable silence as he holds the towel on your forearm. It makes you feel guilty that your failure is costing him a night of fun as well, but you’re thankful he was there to save you in the first place. 

He briefly turns around to set the icepack down when your attention is pulled to your friend Jimin stumbling in through the entryway. He’s clutching his right hand, automatically piqueing your and Jungkook’s interest because although Jimin is the smallest of your friends, he’s the only one who ever throws a punch. Small but mighty, they say.

“Chim? You good?” Jungkook asks.

The older boy ignores the question, deadset on traveling across the kitchen and rinsing his hand in the sink. When you notice the water turning red as it flows past his digits and spot his split knuckles, you gasp and yank his limb towards you.

“Jimin!”

Your friend merely chuckles while flexing his busted hand. He’s sporting a satisfied smirk as well. 

“Taught that asshole a lesson,” he states.

“Who?”

“That douche canoe talking shit about you, of course. Guy can’t handle rejection and then mouths off? Not on my watch,” he explains.

“What did he say?” Jungkook sneers from over your shoulder. 

You extend your arm out to halt him from moving towards the exit.

“Do not tell him,” you order Jimin.

The last thing you need is two of your friends getting into a fight because of you. Besides, despite his appearance, overprotective nature, and the fact he boxes in his free time, Jungkook has never and would never hurt a fly and you’re not about to be the reason that changes. 

Jimin nods agreeably to your command and you reach around Jungkook to hand him the icepack.

“Well,” you sigh while slumping against the counter in defeat. “I officially no longer feel like having sex tonight.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook mirrors your stance. “Me either.” 

“What should we do instead?” 

Jungkook sways his head side to side as he debates on a comparably fun task. 

“We could steal bricks from the quad and paint them something Halloween themed while watching scary movies?” 

In a reaction that is solely due to you being far from sober, your jaw drops as you nod like a bobble head doll. Jungkook chuckles at your disproportionate excitement over his bizarre idea and you both quickly wave goodbye to Jimin before rushing out of the house together to go on your little adventure. 

You proceed to stroll down the sidewalk from whence you came with newfound enthusiasm and also much more alcohol swimming in your system. By the time you reach campus, the long walk and cold air have had quite the effect on your drunk brains. The two of you find yourselves uncontrollably giggling as you traverse through the quad which marks the center of your university. 

Scouring through the aging stone paths looking for loose bricks is a tradition students at your school have partaken in for generations now and after a couple minutes, you hear Jungkook excitedly gasp when he locates one. He bends down to collect his treasure while you hurry over to where he’s pointing at the stone beside the empty space he created. Just as you begin celebrating your successful heist, you spot a flashlight waving in the distance followed by the sound of two security officers coming closer.

“Shit.” Jungkook scans the area for an escape route before turning to you. “Bams, hop on.”

He bends his knees and gestures with his head towards his back.

“What?”

“I run faster than you, now c’mon.”

Rolling your eyes, you spread your legs on either side of his hips so you can jump onto his back. He grunts and stands to his full height while bouncing you to bring you up higher and in a more comfortable position for you both. You squeal and giggle when he takes off running in the opposite direction of the approaching men, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder as he carries you home.

“You kinda run like an ostrich,” you note.

He chuckles with a shake of his head.

“Shut up. I’m drunk and carrying a damsel in distress.”

“Am not!” 

Jungkook aggressively bounces you to shut you up and you’re forced to scramble to hold on for dear life, producing mischievous laughter from your getaway driver. 

Once you reach your dorm room, he eases you down to earth so you can unlock the door and bring you both to safety. Without the fear of being caught, you breathe a tandem sigh of relief while plopping side by side onto your bed. 

“Man, sex is cool and all, but doing stupid shit with you might just beat it,” Jungkook comments. The preposterous notion stops you from continuing to count the paint chips on your ceiling as you shoot him an incredulous expression. Your eyebrows are practically in your hairline, knowing damn well that’s the most bullshit statement he’s ever made. He laughs hysterically at your reaction before shrugging his shoulders. “Okay, maybe not, but it definitely comes close!”

Honored by his comparison, whether the least bit accurate or not, you smile and appreciatively squeeze his bicep. 

“Wouldn’t trade you for the world,” you add.

There’s a brief moment of silence as your minds settle in for the night following your eventful evening, but then Jungkook turns on his side and rests his head in his hand. 

“Where do you think we’ll be in ten years?”

“Sheesh.” You puff up your cheeks and blow air from your mouth as you card through possible answers. “No idea, but if I have to guess, I think you’ll be some big shot video game designer and I’ll be, like, an admin assistant or something.”

“Oh c’mon, Bams, give yourself some more credit than that,” he retorts.

“No, no, that’s not a bad thing.” Readjusting to face him, you mirror his position by placing your cheek in your palm. “I don’t have a dream job or anything like that.”

“What’s your dream then?”

It takes you a moment to think of the most truthful response since you don’t often mull the idea of the future around in your head. 

“Being a mom, maybe?” 

Jungkook smiles.

“You think you’ll be ready for that within a decade?”

“I sure hope so,” you chuckle. The conversation lulls until a fearful thought appears in your mind and you gasp. “Koo, what if our kids don’t like each other?”

He doesn’t have to think at all before clicking his tongue with a regretful shake of his head.

“I guess we’ll just have to send them back.”

You instantly start cackling because of how fake serious and remorseful he sounds. He can’t help but join in and soon enough you’re laughing together until tears prick your eyes. 

The irony of that conversation certainly isn’t lost on you, since the only child either of you have is a shared one. It feels serendipitous to think about how far you’ve come since that night. You imagine if someone ever told the younger versions of you where they would be less than a decade later, they wouldn't have believed them. 

You never pictured life turning out like this, but as you look down at Jungkook with his cute makeup and accompanying skunk ears, you feel an infinite amount of gratitude to the universe. Unconditional, incomparable love swells in your heart every time you so much as glimpse at the man you’re blessed enough to call your best friend, lover, and father of your child all in one. 

“How do I look?” He asks, pulling you from your trip down memory lane.

“Absolutely adorable, baby.”

Bending down to peck his lips again, you pour all the admiration you can into the brief smooch before rolling off his lap to go check on your daughter. At the present moment, she’s with her grandparents who are helping spook-ify your backyard and finish up the hors d'oeuvres for the party.

Jungkook follows you downstairs with his hand in yours and as soon as you walk into the living room together, Naru’s little face lights up with recognition. Her daddy’s unusual makeup must amuse her because she starts giggling and making grabby hands at him. 

“Hello, my pretty girl!” He cheers.

His mom hands her over and he immediately begins blowing raspberries on her chubby cheeks while she continues to laugh.

“You look great, Kookie,” his mom tells him.

“Compliments to the chef,” he replies, nodding towards you. 

You send him a flying kiss from where you’re standing in the kitchen beside your mother who’s busy cooking. It’s all thanks to your parents that you’re even able to accomplish hosting such an event with an infant in the house. The four of them have spent all day alternating between watching Naru, cooking hordes of food, and setting up tents and tables out back. 

“Thank you so much for this,” you tell your mom with a kiss on the cheek.

She’s currently slaving over the appetizers to ensure they’re both delicious and on theme.

“It’s no problem, sweetpea. Tonight has to be perfect, after all,” she declares. 

You shrug your shoulders.

“No, it doesn’t. It just has to be fun,” you argue. 

“Right. Of course.” 

Her expression looks a little phoney, like she’s trying really hard to paint a fake expression over her real one, but you don’t question it. She’s a perfectionist and is probably just applying more pressure to the situation than necessary. 

“Alright, I gotta get ready,” you announce.

After giving both Jungkook and Naru a quick kiss, you run upstairs to your bedroom to do your own deer-inspired makeup and slip on your ensemble. Once you’re all dolled up in your Bambi costume, you switch baby duty with Jungkook so he can get dressed. Naru’s already in her outfit and is hands down the cutest bunny you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

Your boyfriend returns a few minutes later looking like the sexiest skunk imaginable and when you catch your first glimpse of the three of you in your costumes, your heart nearly explodes. It’s everything you ever hoped for on your first Halloween as a family and Jungkook must feel the same because he catches your gaze in the mirror with the most beautiful, sparkling eyes. He shoots you a wink through the glass before turning his head to admire you in person.

“You did an amazing job finding these costumes, Bambi.” Naru’s bunny ear headband falls forward and he gently fixes it for her. “How’s it feel finally wearing the attire of your namesake?”

“Mm, I don’t know. Does it suit me?” You twist to show off the poofy deer tail pinned to your tailbone. “How's my tail look?”

Jungkook tries his best to hide his reaction to you wagging your hips at him, but when his irises darken and he licks his lips, you know you’ve got him. 

“Careful, deer,” he grits his teeth. “Our guests will be here any minute.”

An obviously sarcastic pout appears on your lips.

“Oh, what a shame.”

As you strut in the opposite direction, you hear a low growl coming from behind you. 

People begin arriving shortly thereafter and you spend the first hour greeting people and pointing them to the backyard where the festivities will take place. Once all of your guests are accounted for, you and Jungkook join the crowd of loved ones to finally enjoy the fruits of your labor.

Per usual, Naru is stolen from you almost immediately, so she’s currently with Jihyo. Your friend is playfully bouncing her up and down on one knee while a couple others gather around to make funny faces and tickle her. 

Just when you're about to steal her back, Chaewon gets your attention.

“Y/N! We have to get pictures of you guys,” she proclaims.

Jihyo happily hands your daughter to Jungkook who places his hand on your lower back to guide you to the large tree in the middle of your backyard. 

Your long-time photographer gets into position and makes the three of you do several different family poses, including some on theme for your costumes. Once she seems to be satisfied, she gestures to Yoongi who’s standing next to her.

“Grab Naru so we can get some pictures of Mom and Dad by themselves,” she instructs. 

Yoongi walks over and gently takes your daughter from you before moving back beside Chaewon.

Jungkook catches your waist with one arm once you’re child free and Chaewon starts snapping away like wildfire. You follow the same pattern of poses you did with Naru and after capturing a fair amount of photos, you assume you’re all done for the evening.

“Wait, do that cute one you always did in college!”

Complying with the request, you and Jungkook adjust until he’s behind you with his arms around your neck. She clicks the camera button a couple times while you smile and move your head so you get a couple different angles before she provides further instructions.

“Okay. Now, Kook, back up a bit.”

“Back up?”

“Mmhm.”

He lets go of you and takes a few steps back. 

“And, Y/N, you turn around,” she commands.

“Turn around?”

“That’s right.”

You shrug off the abnormal request and start turning on your heel.

“Whatever you sa — AH!”

Now, you consider yourself to be a rather chill person. Calm, cool, collected, but when you see your best friend of almost thirty years and boyfriend of just over six months, on his knee with a ring box in his palm, you lose your absolute shit. 

You jump so high in excitement that your heels hit your butt and you continue to leap three or four times in a row while screaming your head off like you’re at a concert barricade. 

In contrast, Jungkook silently observes your reaction with a smile so radiant it could power a solar panel.

As the initial shock begins wearing off, you almost have to laugh because the love of your life is about to propose while dressed like a freaking skunk. Which is genius, given that he’s definitely going to call you Bambi instead of your actual name, and for the first time in your life it will be accurate. 

He catches your attention by taking your hand and squeezing it a couple times. It’s then you realize his hand is shaking and the thought of him being nervous to ask a question that there’s only one answer to makes you swoon even more. 

His is the only soul you would ever even consider tying yourself to, whether in word, thought, or deed. The sole person on this earth who knows you in your entirety and loves every aspect unconditionally, both platonically and romantically. You want to marry him so, so badly, and yet you don’t need to because your devotion to him is far superior to any human ritual such as an exchanging of vows. There’s simply no reason for Jungkook to worry about asking for your hand in marriage because it’s been his all along. 

“Bambi,” he whispers for your ears only. “Will you marry me?”

His question causes your brain to go blank save for a single thought running through your head. 

I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Yes,” you answer at the same volume. “Yes. Yes. Yes! YES!”

The volume of your response grows louder with each syllable and before you can stop yourself, you scream again and tackle him to the ground. 

Jungkook grunts as your arms capture his neck and your pure, unadulterated joy forces you both into the grass. His noise of surprise quickly becomes a chuckle as he wraps his arms around you and threads his fingers through your hair so he can hold you close to his chest.

“I love you so much, baby,” he sighs.

Along with his words, he kisses down the side of your face to soak up the happiest tears you’ve ever shed.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much.” 

When you lift your head, you notice he's crying, too, unfortunately smearing the makeup you spent so much time on earlier.

He brushes your hair away from your face before kissing you so reverently it steals the breath right out of your lungs. The rest of the world seems to just disappear as your lips collide for the first time as fiancés, neither of you caring that all of your friends and family are surrounding you. 

It takes every ounce of self control you can muster to pull your lips apart. His mouth tastes like candy with a hint of peppermint and you wish you could drown in the sweet mixture all night long. 

Once you do, each of you instinctively reaches out to wipe the other’s tears away and the ridiculousness of your wet, painted faces combined with the sheer happiness of the moment has you both giggling.

“Think I can put this on you now?” 

He wiggles the open jewelry box containing a gorgeous yellow gold band with a single, rather large, round diamond. The engagement ring absolutely takes your breath away, no doubt giving off the impression that you’re marrying a millionaire. You couldn’t have chosen something better for yourself if you tried. 

It dawns on you then why Jungkook asked to take the ring he gave you during your pregnancy to the jewelers to be cleaned earlier this week, so your left hand would be free for the new ring he knew he would be giving you. 

Enthusiastically nodding, you present your hand to him so he can slide the ring on your finger. Your watery eyes watch intently as he places it just past your knuckle before lifting your hand up for a gentle kiss to your skin. 

“Do you like it, beautiful?”

His fingers are still delicately tucking your hair behind your ear due to it repeatedly falling as you hover above him. 

“Koo, it’s perfect. Everything about this is so utterly perfect,” you assure him.

“That’s good, given that I’ve been planning it since before Naru was born.”

You shake your head in disbelief. 

“I can’t believe you were even able to keep a secret from me for that long.”

He shrugs pridefully.

“I can be sneaky when I need to be.”

It feels as though you’ve been crushing Jungkook long enough and you finally sit up to the sound of fervent cheers and hollers from your loved ones. The abundant attention has you both blushing, but once you stand up and face the crowd, the excitement comes rearing back and you present your left hand while bouncing from foot to foot. In return, everyone descends on you to take a closer look at the ring and congratulate you both on the engagement. 

After losing count of how many hugs you’ve given out, Yoongi kindly hands your daughter back and the first thing you do is show off the shiny piece of jewelry to her.

“Look, Naru, Mommy and Daddy are getting married,” you cheer, despite knowing she doesn’t understand what you're saying. 

Even so, she giggles in response to your delight and starts fiddling with the diamond. Jungkook swipes her from you so more people can ogle your hand and you watch as he kisses each of her fingers just to see her smile and hear her laugh again. 

“We did it, Naru! We pulled off the surprise for Mommy.”

You’re aware it’s impossible for an infant to actually be involved in the planning process, but you still feel a hint of betrayal and playfully slap his arm in retaliation. He simply beams back at you before bending down for another kiss. Although, the sound of Naru’s adorable cooing creates too big of smiles to have much of a lip lock.

Both sets of parents give you the biggest hugs imaginable and your moms repeatedly blubber while congratulating you over and over, nearly causing the two of you to tear up again.

The night pushes on with continuous celebrations to the sound of Halloween music and amongst spooky treats galore. Later in the night you’re sitting around a long table after most of your family left and only your friends remain. You put Naru to bed a couple hours prior and you’re currently sitting on Jungkook’s lap as his fingers absentmindedly run up and down your thigh. 

“You know, it may have taken a decade, but I was finally proven right,” Chaewon notes. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes while shaking his head at her.

“You were not right, Chae. I fell in love with Bambi. You thought I was already in love with her.”

“Detail, details,” she replies with a wave of her hand. 

“You know, you say that, but I think you two have always been in love and just didn’t realize it until later,” Yunjin suggests.

Your head tilts as you mull over the idea.

“See, I don’t think so because my feelings are so different now than before I got pregnant,” you state. “When we were younger, I didn’t care at all if other women wanted him. Not an ounce of jealousy. But now? I turn into, like, a rabid animal if anyone so much as glances at him.”

Jungkook, along with all your friends, nearly bust a lung at your explanation, so much so you can feel his chest vibrating beneath you. 

“Damn, tell us how you really feel,” he laughs.

“No, I’m serious.” You turn to face him directly. “This one time when we were shopping for the nursery, these two women were ogling you and I puffed out my baby bump and started flashing my ring like a tropical fucking bird.” 

Your fiancé snorts and rests his head on your shoulder as he continues to laugh.

“You’re adorable, Bambi.” When he lifts his head, he’s smiling with his big, bunny teeth. “But you don’t have to worry about other women. You know that, right?”

“I do, but with a man as handsome as you a girl’s gotta get a little territorial.” 

His eyes close and his nose scrunches as he giggles over your adorably possessive nature. 

“So, when are we thinking the wedding will be?” Tzuyu eagerly asks. 

If it isn’t obvious already, neither of you can wait to finally be husband and wife, evident by Jungkook proposing only six months into your relationship. Alas, you know a big, white wedding takes time to plan.

“Within the year, most likely," you answer.

Right on schedule, your wedding occurs in September of the following year, just shy of a year since the proposal. 

Naru’s nearly a year and a half old now and it’s been an absolute whirlwind. She’s taken her first steps and spoken her first words since then and you can hardly believe she’ll be in her terrible twos soon. Planning a wedding as first time parents has certainly been an experience, but on the morning of your nuptials, you couldn’t be happier despite all the rigmarole. 

You haven’t seen Jungkook or Naru in twenty four hours, which is the longest length of time the three of you have spent apart since she was born. Although you’re young parents yourselves, you chose to have a child-free wedding so you can focus on being the bride and groom instead of mom and dad. The two of you dropped her off early yesterday morning with a babysitter who’ll be watching her until your parents take over for the extent of your honeymoon. 

It’s hard to say which goodbye is more difficult. On one hand, hugging your daughter before watching her little figure run into the house is heartbreaking, but sharing your final kiss with Jungkook before you become husband and wife totally pulls on your heart strings. It almost becomes more than just a farewell kiss until you summon all your willpower to pry yourself away from him. 

It feels surreal to think you’re marrying your best friend today, and even though it’s only eight in the morning, it’s already the happiest day of your life. Not only because in just a few short hours you’ll find him standing at the end of the aisle, but because the entire day will be spent surrounded by your most precious loved ones.

The morning begins with getting ready in the bridal suite of your venue alongside your seven bridesmaids who are, shocker: Jihyo, Nayeon, Tzuyu, Mina, Yunjin, Chaewon, and Eunchae. Jungkook only has six groomsmen made up of your guy friends, but neither of you mind it being off balance by one. 

You’re currently getting dolled up by the local artist you hired to do your makeup while your lifelong hairdresser curls and styles your hair into a low bun with some pretty face framing pieces. Just before your makeup artist starts applying the fake eyelashes, a knock on the door catches everyone’s attention.

“Delivery from the groom,” Seokjin’s voice calls out. 

Jihyo strolls over to answer the door and you watch as her eyes grow wide and she steps back a couple feet. The reason for her reaction comes in the form of Seokjin entering with an absurdly large bouquet of white roses balancing on his forearms.

“Oh my God,” you laugh. 

“Jesus,” Nayeon notes when she accepts the flowers from him. “This man fucking loves you.”

Seokjin takes a moment to bow to all your friends before excitedly waving at you and heading out without another word. Following a quick examination, Yunjin plucks a card from between the roses so she can hand it to you. 

“That’s probably going to make you cry, so let’s hold off on the lashes,” your makeup artist suggests. 

You thank her and quickly open the envelope to reveal the note inside. 

Jungkook’s handwriting is instantly recognizable and you stick your thumbnail between your teeth as the anticipation of reading what he wrote causes your nerves to fire up. Taking a deep breath, you will yourself not to cry from the notion alone of him sending something to you and begin reading the letter.

To my beautiful bride on our wedding day,

If you can believe it, I’ve rewritten this note at least five times already. My hand is cramping, the pencil’s broken thrice, and I’m terrified you’re going to wake up and see me writing this since you’re currently lying next to me in bed. I wouldn’t have it any other way, though. In the almost three decades we’ve known each other, I wouldn’t change a single goddamn thing. Sometimes I wonder what our lives would’ve been like if we’d fallen in love as teenagers or young adults, and a part of me grieves the time we lost in that sense, but then I remember how we got here; how we came to bring the most beautiful little girl into the world while falling in love in the process. Sure, it would’ve been nice to avoid some of the heartaches and bullshit that came with being in relationships that weren’t meant to be, but our love story will always be my favorite, Bambi, even if it happened a little late. 

I love you in more ways than any language in existence can describe, which is why today, I’m going to vow to spend every day of the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you. Until the day we die (together, by the way). 

I’ll see you at the altar, my love. 

Forever yours,

Koo.

Let’s just say, it was a drastic understatement to assume the note would make you cry, because by the time you're done reading it, you’re hysterically sobbing. You clutch the paper to your chest as if it’s the man himself while glancing towards the ceiling to try and stop the waterfall of tears. 

“I love him so much that I hate him,” you declare.

The girls all surround you to comfort you as best they can, even though you’re obviously shedding tears of happiness. Tzuyu and Mina delicately dab your cheeks with tissues once your cries cease, but your makeup artist saves the day by touching up any smudges before gluing your lashes on. Shortly afterwards, while your hairstylist is finishing up your hair, you hear Eunchae and Chaewon gasp from somewhere behind you. 

“What is it?” 

“There’s a gift here, too,” Chaewon announces. 

You do a full 180 twist in your chair with your mouth agape, the sheer audacity of this man and his love for you genuinely shocking you yet again.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Both girls shake their heads before handing you the rectangular box which was stuffed amongst the large arrangement of flowers. All seven bridesmaids gather around to observe you slowly opening the gift and eight simultaneous gasps breach the air once you all see what’s inside. 

“Holy shit,” you whisper.

“Whoa.”

“Goddamn!”

“Aw, JK.”

Inside is a beautiful gold necklace with a single round diamond pendant, perfectly matching your engagement ring, and a pair of dangling earrings made up of different size round diamonds, going from bigger to smaller starting at your ear. They’re truly two of the most gorgeous pieces of jewelry you’ve ever seen and you have to hold your breath to prevent more tears from falling.

“I’m sorry, but can we just clone Jungkook for the rest of us?” Tzuyu asks.

You laugh and glance over your shoulder at her to teasingly shake your head.

“That has to cost more than my entire salary,” Mina notes.

The longer you stare while delicately running your fingertips along the gold, the more disbelief flows through your veins. 

“I don’t understand how he can love me this much,” you mumble.

“Babe, loving you is as easy as breathing,” Jihyo tells you before stealing the box so she can place the jewelry on you. “And Jungkook does stuff like this because he knows just how lucky he is to be the one to do so.”

“He’s also filthy fucking rich!” Eunchae cheers.

That garners a laugh from the entire room, followed by Yunjin lifting up her champagne glass.

“Here’s to marrying up, ladies.”

Everyone joins in the toast and despite the jokes about Jungkook’s impressive financial status, you’re all aware his gift giving habits have more to do with his big heart than anything else.

Jihyo clasps the chain around your neck while you put the earrings on one at a time. Technically, you already have jewelry picked out to compliment your dress, but they’re nowhere near as beautiful and you can’t imagine wearing anything besides Jungkook’s wedding gift to stroll down the aisle to him. 

You shake your head to refocus on getting ready rather than just how much your heart is exploding with love for your future husband. Once your hairstylist completes her work, you text both your moms to help you into your dress. Normally only the mother of the bride assists with stepping into the gown for the first time, but Jungkook’s mom is nothing short of family in your eyes and it only makes sense she be included as well. 

When the pair arrives, they look absolutely stunning in their respective dresses. They’re practically glowing, which fits given that they’re the sole reason today is happening in the first place. 

Everyone in the room is in awe of them, but when their eyes land on you, they simultaneously gasp.

“Sweetie!”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Please don’t make me cry. Jungkook already nearly ruined my makeup earlier,” you beg them.

His mom proudly smiles while walking over to softly trace one of your earrings.

“I see you got his wedding gift?”

“You knew about this?”

“Well, I am his mom.” She giggles and the sound is a dead ringer for her son’s. “He called me from the jewelry store because he wanted to make sure they matched your dress.”

“They’re perfect.”

Your mom joins you by holding your hands in hers so she can soothingly caress your knuckles.

“You’re perfect, baby. I can’t believe your father and I created someone so utterly beautiful,” she compliments you.

“Mom! I told you not to make me cry,” you whine.

Her hands fly up in surrender before you all proceed into the separate suite where your dress is hanging. They’re the only people who’ve seen it so far since they went shopping with you shortly after the engagement. You want to do a big dress reveal with your bridesmaids so you purposely left them out of the loop.

Once inside the room, you go to remove your robe before remembering what you’re wearing underneath.

“Uh, sorry for what you’re about to see,” you warn them.

“What do you mean, sweetie?” 

“Well, I’m wearing my lingerie for tonight under my dress, and you’re our moms, so…”

They giggle to each other.

“You do realize you gave us a grandchild, right? We’re fully aware what you two get up to in your free time,” his mom responds.

Beneath your makeup you’re positive your face is bright fucking red from embarrassment. 

Clearly they underestimated you because even with their assurances, when you actually remove your white silk robe, their jaws drop.

“Oh.”

“Wow.”

You bury your face in your hands to groan into your palms.

“I tried to warn you guys!”

In the end, all three of you end up laughing over just how ridiculous the situation is. 

“Wait, why are you wearing this beneath your gown instead of changing into it later?”

Your mom makes a great point. The only issue is you don’t know how to avoid explaining that it’s because Jungkook has an affinity for ripping your clothes off and you want to ensure his first glimpse of you is in your lingerie no matter when he decides to consummate your marriage.

“Um… well, you see… Jungkook is kind of —”

“Impatient?”

“Horny?” When you and your mom both choke on air at his mother’s rather correct assumption, she shrugs her shoulders with a laugh. “What? Need I remind you ladies I’m the one who cleaned up after him as a teenager?”

“I would honestly rather die than continue this conversation,” you admit matter-of-factly.

The women end up taking pity on you and head towards the large garment bag containing your dress so they can help you put it on.

You always imagined your wedding dress would be a classic a-line gown, but you ended up choosing a fit and flare style. It’s strapless, entirely made up of intricate lace flowers, and comes with identical gloves that reach your biceps for a seamless design. You were certain about it being the one the second you stepped into it and your moms couldn’t agree more.

Once they’re done zipping you into the gown, you carefully slide the gloves up your arms before turning around to face them.

“Tada!”

They slap their hands to their mouths in tandem following a shared gasp as they admire you in the full ensemble for the first time.

“Oh, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” your mom cries. 

Despite feeling like you’re about to cry yourself because of how in awe your two favorite women are of you, your giddiness about finally wearing your gown and being one step closer to seeing Jungkook prevents any actual tears from falling.

“You are just breathtaking, sweetheart,” his mom tells you.

If you do say so yourself, you think you look amazing and that your husband-to-be is going to lose his goddamn mind when he sees you. 

“Jungkook’s gonna love it, right?” 

She enthusiastically nods while cupping your face, taking extra care to avoid smudging your makeup. 

“My poor son might just fall to his knees the very second he lays eyes on you,” she answers.

You giggle in accomplishment. If there’s one thing you love doing, it’s riling Jungkook up, and you’re certain this will do the trick.

The two of them work together to put your veil in next and once it’s secure in your bun, they exit to gather the girls for the big reveal. 

Someone calls for you stating they’re ready and you take a deep breath before throwing the door open and stepping into the main room. It’s a total ego boost, because as soon as you’re in their sights, the gasps from your bridesmaids are so loud it sounds like an airplane taking off. The sound is a mixture of cheers, cries, and compliments being thrown at you as they take in your complete wedding look. 

“Y/N! Are you trying to kill Jungkook?” 

“He is going to have a literal heart attack.”

“Oh gosh, poor Naru will be fatherless.”

You giggle appreciatively over their comments while pretending to humbly brush them off with a wave of your hand. 

With all of your preparation complete, it’s almost time for you to head into the hall where you’ll wait with the girls, groomsmen, and your father before walking outside to the small garden where the ceremony is being held. While you wait for your dad to arrive, Jihyo, who you asked to be your maid of honor, pulls you aside for a brief pep talk.

“How are you feeling?” She asks with your hands clasped in hers. “Any nerves? Cold feet? I can drive the getaway car.”

You chuckle.

“Nothing of the sort. I honestly can’t wait.”

She smiles and sends you an affirmative head nod.

“Just remember not to run down the aisle to him, okay? I know how tempting it may be.”

“No promises. He might look so good I’ll have no choice but to sprint.”

Your best friend lovingly tsks at you while lacing your fingers together so you can join the rest of the crew. 

It isn’t long before a knock on the door prompts everyone to grab their bouquets and exit the room, allowing you out last. When you join your dad in the hallway, fresh tears immediately appear in his eyes and he pulls you in for a crushing embrace.

“You look beautiful, sweetie,” he whispers with a kiss to your head before pulling away to admire you. “Jungkook may be the luckiest man in the world to be marrying you, but being your dad makes me second.”

His statement gets dangerously close to making you teary eyed again.

“Daddy,” you coo.

He takes your hand and the two of you follow your bridesmaids to meet your guy friends where they're waiting to line up. Similarly to everyone else’s reactions, the men begin hooting and hollering the second they see you.

“Goddamn!”

“Holy shit, Y/N.”

“Kook is totally gonna lose it.”

“Wowza.”

Their compliments have you instantly blushing again as you thank them and give each of them a hug. 

Everyone lines up in their assigned order, starting with Yoongi and Eunchae, Mina and Taehyung, Seokjin and Tzuyu, Namjoon and Yunjin, Hoseok and Nayeon, and Jimin and Chaewon. Jungkook refused to choose a best man because he couldn’t bear to rank his friends, which works out with the uneven numbers so Jihyo can walk down the aisle solo.

She turns around to give you a final thumbs up that you enthusiastically return before everyone begins walking towards the garden. Once outside, you aren’t able to see your guests or groom because there are tall hedges blocking the view. It’s probably for the best because you have no idea how you’re going to react to seeing Jungkook. You were kidding about running down the aisle to him, but it might actually be a possibility. 

When the music begins, you take a moment to slowly inhale and exhale as your friends take off one couple at a time. You aren’t nervous to get married, but you are a little anxious to have all the attention on you. 

By the time Jihyo is the only one left standing, your hand is shaking where it rests on your dad’s elbow and he lays his own over yours to calm you. His eyes find yours and the reassuring gleam in them is like a cool wave of water on the hot, summer sand.

“I’ve got you, sweetpea.”

“One last time?”

He shakes his head.

“This is forever, married or not.”

Your eyes fill up with sentimental tears that your dad naturally shoos away, as he always has ever since you were a little girl.

Moments after Jihyo steps foot on the grassy aisle bordered by flower petals, the music shifts to the song you chose for your grand entrance. The sound brings your heart to a complete stop and you squeeze your dad’s arm before realizing you're doing so. There’s a mixture of nerves, eagerness, and anticipation bubbling inside you, but you know all of that is going to become stark silence the second you see your groom waiting for you at the altar.

The two of you take a deep breath together while locking eyes one last time. He gives you a firm head nod that you confidently return at the same time you march forward. 

As soon as you round the corner into the garden, despite having about a hundred eyes on you, the only sight you see is Jungkook standing a few yards ahead of you. The ticking of time seems to decrease into a languid promenade, but you aren’t sure if everyone can sense it or just you. 

In what feels like slow motion, you watch as Jungkook’s big, beautiful, brown eyes grow exponentially wide with wonder, as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life. His pupils flit around your figure like he doesn’t know which aspect of you to focus on, but soon enough, his pools of chocolate turn into crescent moons as tears form and spill over his waterline. He attempts to blink the liquid away in fear it’ll prevent him from admiring you for even a split second, but the droplets continue downward regardless of his efforts.

It’s the precise reaction you expected and yet it still makes your heart race. All of your attention is on him, so you don’t even realize your expressions are complete mirrors of each other until you feel the wetness on your own cheeks. 

Walking down the aisle seems endless because all you want is to reach him as fast as possible. You’ve spent your entire life running to him, whether in your backyard, the playground, or a school hallway, and having to take one step at a time seems like torture in comparison. You can almost picture it; the different versions of him phasing through time starting with your first memories of him as a toddler, to a child, teenager, young adult, and finally the man holding his hand out for you right now. There isn’t a rendition of him you haven’t utterly adored and you know you’ll love him in whatever form he may take for the remainder of your lives together.

When your dad finally places your hand in Jungkook’s open palm, you breathe a hefty sigh of relief you didn’t realize you were holding in throughout your stroll. 

Your groom gently pulls you in front of him, bringing you face to face with your profiles to the crowd and seeing you up close ends up producing even more tears in his sparkling eyes.  

“You look so beautiful,” he mumbles emotionally.

On instinct, you reach up to wipe the tears away before running your thumb along his cheekbone.

“Says you, handsome.”

You mean it, too, because however beautiful you may look, Jungkook looks ten times better. His hair is wonderfully styled away from his forehead to reveal every single gorgeous feature, his tan skin is practically glowing, and his sleek, black tux is tailored to perfection around every single one of his curves and muscles. You didn’t think it possible for him to be any more good looking than he is on a daily basis, but the sight of him as a groom completely disproves that.

He smiles so big it almost knocks the air out of your lungs as his free hand rises to cover your own that’s resting on his face. 

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers.

“Not quite,” you tease at a matching volume.

His responding chuckle sounds like bells or perhaps angel wings flapping and he twists his head to press a kiss to your palm before intertwining your fingers to mirror your opposing hands.

The officiant asks if you’re ready to begin and you both nod without ever breaking eye contact. It honestly makes you feel a bit guilty because you haven’t even spared your guests a single glance since entering the venue. 

After a short introductory speech, the man gestures to you and says it’s time to read your vows, causing your eyes to widen as you drop one of Jungkook’s hands to point at your chest.

“I’m going first?”

He chuckles while nodding and you whistle in response, clearly not ready for the emotional onslaught that will come with confessing your unwavering love for your future husband in front of him and all your family and friends.

Jihyo hands you the folded piece of paper you wrote your vows on and you thank her before opening it. You find yourself needing to take a couple deep breaths as you preemptively look over the first few words, but Jungkook is affectionately rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and it soothes your soul just enough to keep you brave. 

After one final inhale, you do your best to relax while beginning to read your handwriting on the page.

“Koo, writing these vows feels like an impossible task, because it’s impossible to describe in words what you mean to me. I could use stars in the sky, grains of sand in the ocean, or perhaps leaves of grass in a forest, but never words because there simply aren't enough of them to account for the vastness of my love for you. We met the very day I was born, and although I don’t hold any memories of those first couple years, I know I have loved you everyday of my life. It began as platonic love between the closest of friends, then grew into a deep familial bond where despite not being related by blood, you became my family, before eventually growing into the unconditional, passionate adoration I feel for you today. In that regard, I think it’s fair to say you’re the love of my life and I’m eternally grateful I got to experience loving you in so many different forms. Jungkook, you are love itself, an emotion so personified that if someone asked me to define love, I would say, ‘huge sparkling brown eyes, a button nose, plush pink lips, black hair, and the most dazzling smile.’ The true miracle, in fact, is not just having the honor of knowing you, but being the mother of the child composed of all that love. It was a total accident, a twist of fate so utterly meant to be it bypassed my 99.99% effective birth control which I consumed religiously. I’m not sure who upstairs is to blame, but I thank them everyday because you and our daughter are the single greatest things to ever happen to me. Therefore, in appreciation of you spending your entire life up until this point as my best friend, knight in shining armor, confidant, and so much more, I want to make some promises to you before all of our loved ones.” You take a deep breath, both for a bit of dramatic effect and also because your intense emotions are about to overflow and manifest as crocodile tears any second now. “I vow to love, honor, and cherish you for all my days. To be your biggest fan, support system, and shoulder to cry on in any and every situation. To tease you, push your buttons, and make you laugh during even the darkest of times. To love you at your lowest and hold you to the earth at your highest. To raise our daughter with as much grace and care that our parents raised us and hopefully give you a couple more kids someday. Most of all, I vow to give back every ounce of love you’ve given me since the moment I came into this world. All my love, Bambi.”

Jungkook’s eyes have become mini galaxies from all the tears of awe and wonderment present in them. His cheeks are flush, brow creased, and those pink lips you mentioned are slightly agape. You’ve never seen him look so amazed and as you wipe your own tears away, you chuckle at the adorable expression.

“Ba — baby, ho — how am I supposed to — to top that?” He stutters incredulously.

You shrug with a sly, accomplished grin.

“I guess you’ll just have to let me win this one.”

If there’s anything Jungkook might love more than you, it’s winning. His astonished features slowly shift into determination as he swipes the remaining tears from his face and pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket.

“Now, you just don’t know me at all, do you?”

He clears his throat and fixes his posture before focusing on the words in front of him.

“I must say, Bambi, I worry about people judging me for calling you a simple nickname while professing my undying love and devotion to you. So, I figure it’s best to start by explaining my adversity to using your real name, which is in fact, the most beautiful name in existence, because it belongs to the most beautiful soul in existence. The truth is, despite you believing I’m flawless, I’m quite selfish when it comes to you. It's this selfishness that drives me to have a name for you no one else is allowed to use, but thankfully, soon enough, you’ll have a new moniker solely belonging to me; my wife. Over the years you’ve held many titles in my life; best friend, family, lover, partner, mother of my child, but none of them compare to being able to call you mine. It is my greatest honor and privilege to refer to you as such because loving you and being loved by you is entirely unmatched to anything else in this world. You are my radiant light in the dark, my shadow on a cloudy day, my rope in an abyss, and my galaxy in the night sky. All it takes is a single glance at you for me to know without a shadow of a doubt everything will be alright. In fact, I have to confess that the day you told me you were pregnant, I was scared out of my goddamn mind. My head was a cyclone of emotions and thoughts that I genuinely believed would eat me alive, but when I saw you ahead of me, it all went silent. You are the only person who has that effect on me; who can turn any situation into gold with a single touch, and because of you, now my life is golden. I’m the man I am because of you, the father I am because of you, and I swear to be the husband you deserve because I love you too much to give you even a fraction less than that. Y/N, I love you more than heaven and earth, and I vow to continue loving you with that much ferocity until my dying breath. I vow to care for you, look after you, and be a guiding light whenever you need me. I vow to cherish every moment of our time together, respect you in every regard, and always take you and your thoughts into consideration. Lastly, I vow to remain your best friend above all else, because that’s how we began this beautiful life together and that's how I plan to end it.”

By the time Jungkook finishes his vows, you’re crying, he’s crying, the entire wedding party is crying, all your guests are crying, and you’re certain the birds flying overhead must be crying, too. You’re so moved that you don’t even have the urge to make a fuss about him saying your real name, which is normally a big deal. 

Then, because your groom can’t stand to see tears in your eyes without doing something to cheer you up, he adds more fuel to the fire.

“I win.”

It forces a watery laugh out of you. 

“Debatable,” you retort. 

Jungkook flashes you a heart stopping smile and reclaims your other hand to give them both a firm squeeze. 

Your officiant moves forward with the exchanging of rings and instructs you both to repeat the standard words of commitment that follow the act, including the big “I do.” Jungkook recites his portion after you while sliding your wedding band on your ring finger and it’s then the words you’ve been longing to hear all day are finally uttered. 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jungkook, you may kiss your bride.”

There isn’t an ounce of hesitation, and in fact Jungkook moves so quickly you squeak as he dramatically dips you across his body. His lips promptly silence your noise of surprise when he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, molding his mouth to yours with such avid devotion that everything melts into nothingness until it’s just you two. In turn, you cradle his face with your hand, needing to feel more of him than just his lips and the arms holding you up. 

When you finally part, your foreheads meet as you share in a delightful, joyous laugh.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for that kiss,” he confesses.

You smile so big your nose scrunches, which you then brush back and forth against his own a couple times. 

“What took you so long, then?”

Jungkook giggles before pecking your lips again and lifting you back up to your feet in one effortless swoop. It’s only then you finally observe your hundred or so guests as Jihyo returns your bouquet and he lifts your interlaced fingers high above your heads.

Everyone stands to cheer as the officiant announces you, for the first time, as Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. Afterwards, the two of you walk back down the aisle hand in hand until reaching the waiting area where you stood prior to the ceremony. You immediately tug Jungkook far away from the entrance of the garden, allowing you a moment of privacy while your guests head to the reception area. Once the venue clears out, you’ll return to take photos with your wedding party and family. 

It’s truly indescribable how giddy you feel even though you can barely comprehend what just occurred. You understand you married the love of your life, but you genuinely believe you may have blacked out and are running solely on muscle memory. It’s no matter, because any and all thoughts are stolen from you when Jungkook grabs your face for another kiss. Since you’re hidden behind tall hedges, he doesn’t hold back one iota and practically devours your mouth. 

You worry he might smear your makeup with how hungry he is for you. Between the passionate kiss and him reverently cupping your cheeks, you imagine your lipstick and foundation will be all gone by the time you're done. You can’t find it in you to care, though. His kiss is downright mesmerizing and you end up carding your fingers through his hair as you relish in your first moment as husband and wife.

“I love you,” he whispers prior to diving in for another smooch. “God, I love you so fucking much.”

It’s hard to keep kissing when you’re beaming so bright, but Jungkook still manages to capture your lips a couple more times.

“I love you,” you parrot while moving your hands down to caress his face as your eyes drink up every inch of him you can. “More than anything, Koo.”

He smiles before backing up to admire you.

“I can’t fucking believe how gorgeous you look. I mean, I can, but just… goddamn, baby.”

You can’t resist kissing him again before replying.

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Jeon. You look unbelievable.”

“Is that right, Mrs. Jeon?” He purrs before his hands are on you again for yet another kiss. 

In a perfect world, you would leave your guests and photographers waiting forever to just spend more time together, but alas, you planned a wonderful night for everyone and the show must go on. 

Before you return to the garden, though, you take Jungkook’s hand to lead him towards the parking lot.

“Where are we going, Bams?” Rather than responding, you glance over your shoulder with a sly smirk. Upon reaching the lot, you pause a couple feet from the first vehicle and look over at your husband to see his reaction. He doesn’t have one just yet, but he curiously tilts his head before turning to you. “Whose motorcycle is that?” 

You aren’t able to prevent a satisfied smile from creeping onto your lips. 

“Yours,” you answer.

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead as his mouth drops open.

“What do you… what do you mean?”

“You think you’re the only one with a surprise wedding gift?” Jungkook laughs out of pure disbelief. “Go on, go check it out.”

He silently double checks with you, but once you nod towards the machine, he giggles in absolute glee and rushes forward like a kid in a candy shop.

“Holy shit!” He circles the Harley Davidson a couple times to absorb all the bells and whistles, but keeps his distance like he doesn’t quite believe it’s really his. “Bambi, how did you pull this off?”

“Believe it or not, I’ve been saving to buy you a Harley for years, long before we ever became a couple. I actually debated on cashing in after Naru was born, but then I decided you needed to put a ring on it first.”

Raising your left hand, you wiggle your fingers to show off your pretty engagement ring that now sits below a diamond wedding band.

He flashes you a big, toothy grin while rushing over to you so he can encompass your waist and spin you around in the air. You squeal and brace yourself on his shoulders until he finally returns you to earth after a couple full circle twirls. 

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” He asks with you still between his arms.

You smirk and pretend to think it over by moving your head side to side.

“Remind me again?”

Before your husband can show you precisely how deep his affection lies, Jihyo calls for you to return for pictures, forcing a low groan out of Jungkook. 

“Do we have to go?” He whines.

“Yes, my love.”

He produces an even more melodramatic sound along with a childish stomp when you take his hand to lead him back to the garden.

When you reappear, your family and wedding party are already waiting for you. They start shouting in excitement and Jungkook twirls you by the hand to show you off. Your loved ones take turns hugging and congratulating you both before your photographer instructs everyone to line up for different sets of photos. Once that’s done, they leave to join the other guests while you and Jungkook stay for pictures of just you two.

About an hour later, when you’re about two to three snapshots away from being done, a familiar giggle causes both your heads to whip towards the entrance. You consider that you might be hearing things because you miss your daughter, but then you catch the sound of little feet running on grass. 

“Is that —”

“Mama! Dada!”

The sight of your daughter coming towards you makes you both gasp with unbelievably pleasant surprise. She’s followed by her babysitter and your parents, but is leaving them in the dust to reach you two as quickly as her legs will allow. 

“Naru!” 

“Hi, baby!” 

You naturally crouch down to snatch her from the ground and pull her into your chest while pressing endless smooches to the side of her head. Jungkook joins in immediately, smoothing over her shiny black hair with his hand before kissing her crown. 

Naru giggles at the affection and smiles up at you with a lovable, familiar grin.

“Princess,” she comments while pushing on your cheek.

“Yeah? Mommy looks like a princess?” She enthusiastically nods. “Thank you, sweet girl. What about Daddy?”

Her head dramatically turns in the other direction to survey him. 

“Dada prince,” she wholeheartedly declares.

Jungkook’s smile turns positively effervescent, matching the huge heart eyes he’s always sporting whenever she’s near.

“Is that so?”

He shows his gratitude by playfully growling and pretending to eat her cheek, making her screech in delight. She automatically reaches for him afterwards and you oblige the wordless request by passing her over. 

“Hey, bug,” he formally greets her. “I missed you so much.”

“Miss you,” she parrots before laying her head on his chest. 

Jungkook kisses her head again and proceeds to bounce her in his arms while you lovingly comb your fingers through her hair. 

“We figured you would want at least a couple photos with Naru on the big day,” your mom explains. 

“Thank you,” you respond sincerely. “This is perfect.”

Your photographer proceeds with family shots, including some with all four of your parents that you already know will probably be your favorites of the whole day. Even though you planned for a wedding without her presence, you couldn’t be happier about memorializing the three of you for such a special occasion.  

Afterwards, you walk together towards your parents and Naru’s babysitter while gently swinging her back and forth in the space between you. She seems to be having the time of her life, at least based on her loud giggles and cheers that sound like music to your ears. 

You pause just before reaching the others and bend down to her eye level to say goodbye.

“Alright, little girl, Mommy and Daddy have to go now.” Jungkook joins you and reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “We’ll be gone for a while so you have to be good for your sitter and grandparents, okay?”

The key to keeping your daughter calm is to remain calm yourselves, but both you and Jungkook are dreading being away from her for an entire week, and it’s obvious she notices when her eyes start watering.

“No,” she cries while rubbing her eyes. “Don’t.”

Jungkook delicately swipes at the tears on her rosy cheeks.

“We’ll be back before you know it, bug,” he assures her. 

She doesn’t look like she believes him, so he flashes her a big, goofy smile and animatedly nods his head to cheer her up. Of course, it works wonders, and her sorrows are easily forgotten as she giggles. 

“C’mere.” His lips press to her temple during their hug goodbye, where he whispers a final farewell. “I love you, princess. We’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay, dada.”

Naru automatically goes to hug you next, throwing her little arms around your neck while you reciprocate by rubbing along her spine to soothe her. 

“Bye, mama,” she mumbles disappointedly.

“Bye bye, sweet girl. You know how much Mommy loves you, right?”

She nods before burying her face in your neck. You kiss her head a few more times until reluctantly letting go so her babysitter can lead her away. 

You both stand to wave at her as she watches you over her shoulder. As soon as she’s gone, your own sadness manifests in your eyes and you push your face into Jungkook’s chest while clinging to his lapel in a feeble attempt to hold back tears. 

He automatically tries to comfort you by wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the top of your head.

“Like I said, baby, we’ll be back before we know it.”

“I know,” you whimper. “But I miss her already.”

Your husband lifts your chin up to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

“I do, too, but we’re going to have the time of our lives on our honeymoon.”

The thought instantly turns your cheeks pink as you smile up at him. 

“We definitely will.”

Jungkook winks and it sets your insides ablaze. Even though you’ve lost count of all the times you’ve been intimate since the night you conceived Naru, the thought of being with him never gets less exciting. 

With the final administrative details of the day coming to an end, the two of you and your parents head to the reception to start celebrating your marriage with the rest of your loved ones. 

There’s a grand entrance along with your wedding party, where a fun pop song plays as you and Jungkook enter the venue and he dips you for a kiss again to the sound of everyone cheering. It’s bizarre having so much attention on you, but mostly because nothing else matters to you except the man beside you. He’s currently the sole occupant of your mind even as your friends and family celebrate your marriage. 

Prior to sitting down for dinner, you cut your cake and feed each other the first bite, after which each of you takes a dollop of frosting to boop one another’s nose. Jungkook makes an immediate attempt to lick the icing off of you by sticking out his tongue and caging you in, but you screech and escape his clutches before he gets the chance. 

You eventually take your seats at the head table along with your bridesmaids and groomsmen as the waiters begin handing out the plated meals. Once everyone has their food, the DJ hands Jihyo a microphone so she can give her maid of honor speech. 

“Hi everyone,” she cheers. “It’s been about a year and a half since I last did this, right? A lot has changed since then, most noticeably our bride and groom are an actual couple now. Although, you two were not fooling anybody at that baby shower.” You and Jungkook both turn bright red over her teasing and your husband immediately covers his ears like he always does when he’s feeling shy. “I’ve known Jungkook and Y/N since we were children. I met Y/N first on day one of kindergarten, but it wasn’t long before a little boy came running up behind her and introduced himself. The two of them have always been inseparable and more importantly, their love for each other has always been clear as day. Despite it not starting out romantic, their platonic relationship was just as profound and special. Both JK and Y/N spent their first twenty-eight years of life denying any sort of feelings for one another, which to be fair, was genuinely the case up until Naru came into the picture. But!” She turns towards you with a mischievous grin. “I still remember when we were on senior spring break and Y/N saw Jungkook shirtless for the first time post puberty. Do you remember what you said?” You gawk at her betrayal, never once expecting her to bring up such an old moment. “Why don’t you tell us yourself, Y/N?”

It’s an ironically sweet memory given the circumstances, but you still shoot faux daggers at her as she passes you the microphone. 

“I said, ‘if Jungkook gets any hotter, I’m going to have to marry him.’”

There are hoots and hollers from your guests, but the only reaction you check for is his. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows are raised with an egotistical gleam in his eye, a proud smirk overtaking his face as he leans back in his seat like he’s currently on top of the world. He always looks stupidly handsome whenever he receives a confidence boost and you can’t help but lean over to kiss his cheek.

“So, as you can see, this was only a matter of time,” Jihyo continues after receiving the microphone back. “All jokes aside, these two are the kindest, sweetest, most caring people I’ve ever met. They’re the most wonderful parents to their daughter, the most amazing friends to all of us, and I feel so grateful to know them and be a part of their big day. I love you both to the moon and back.”

Jihyo lifts her glass for a toast and everyone takes a sip of their champagne. As she goes to sit, you blow her a gratuitous kiss while she hands the microphone off to Namjoon. Although Jungkook doesn’t have a best man, Namjoon was voluntold for the best man speech due to him being the only confident public speaker of the group. 

“The beautiful Jihyo, everyone,” Namjoon starts by clapping and pointing to the woman in question. “Thanks for making it so hard to follow you, Ji.” Jungkook catches your gaze in his periphery as you share a knowing glance. Namjoon and Jihyo always coincidentally end up babysitting Naru together and you’re beginning to suspect why. “For those who don’t know me, I’m Namjoon, not Jungkook’s best man but still the best man, you know?” Jungkook snorts at his friend’s introduction along with an affectionate shake of his head. “I didn’t know Jungkook or Y/N during childhood, but we met very early on in college, as did most of our friend group. Although I met Kook a couple months before meeting Y/N, her reputation definitely preceded her. As soon as we became friends, I noticed him always bringing up this ‘Bambi’ person. I mean, he would not shut up about her. It was always ‘Bambi this’ or ‘Bambi that.’ After hearing about her for so long without actually seeing her, we started joking about whether or not she was real. We were all shocked when he finally introduced us because one, her name wasn’t actually Bambi and two, they were just friends. Now, I should explain that the reason this was so surprising is because in college Y/N was smoking hot.” 

“Yo!” Jungkook interrupts. 

Namjoon merely shrugs at his friend’s objection while sporting a goofy grin. 

“Just stating the facts, buddy. Anywho, we were all flabbergasted how an attractive guy like Jungkook and an attractive woman like Y/N could remain just friends all those years, but it soon became quite clear why their friendship worked so well. They had a deeper bond than any of us could even begin to comprehend, and although it was platonic, they loved each other so fiercely and would do absolutely anything for one another. If Kook had a bad day, the only person who could cheer him up was her, and if Y/N was going through it, all she would ask for was to see him. That’s how I know these two are meant to be. In fact, I’m not sure anyone’s ever loved someone as much as you two do and we all couldn’t be happier to be celebrating your marriage today. We’re also over the moon that you stopped being so goddamn obtuse about it.” He raises his glass and turns towards you both. “I have no doubt you two will live a long and happy life together and I’m so thankful to be a part of it. I love you guys so much, congratulations.”

The room solidifies the second toast with a drink as Namjoon goes to pass off the microphone, but you interrupt his actions.

“Uh, Joonie,” you whisper. “Just for the record, I’m still smoking hot.”

Namjoon chuckles and comes closer to you, putting his hand up against his mouth as if he’s telling you a secret.

“I know, but your husband is like… right there.”

Jungkook’s face blanks before he playfully smacks Namjoon’s bicep, prompting the two of them to share a laugh. 

Namjoon returns to his seat as your mothers approach the head table together to take the mic from him. You and Jungkook shoot each other matching expressions of nervous anticipation, knowing damn well your moms can easily make you bawl with their speeches. 

“Hello,” your mom greets the room. “I’m the mother of the bride and beside me is my best friend, the mother of the groom. It was quite surreal being asked by our children to speak at their wedding, and we were at such a loss about what to talk about, because there is so much to talk about. Ultimately, we decided the best avenue would be to each give a speech about the opposite child. So, Jungkookie, don’t you dare cry or I’ll start crying.” 

He smiles graciously, a pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks.

“No promises,” he responds.

She blows him a kiss that he pretends to dramatically catch above his head and place over his heart. His antics leave her quietly chuckling until she takes a deep breath so she can begin her speech.

“Jungkook, you probably don’t know this, but I was the first person to hear about your existence. Even before your mom told your dad, she called me screaming into the phone that she was pregnant. We had spoken so many times about our dream of being mothers and I couldn’t have been happier for her if I tried. I was the third person to hold you, the first aside from your parents, and from the moment I saw you, I couldn’t believe how perfect you were. You were my best friend’s baby and I swore right then to always be there for you, and thank goodness I did, because watching you grow up has been one of the greatest honors of my life. Ever since you were a child you’ve always been the kindest, most thoughtful, and considerate person in the room. Not only that, but from the moment my daughter was born you’ve looked after her, loved her, and been her fierce protector. I don’t have enough words in my vocabulary to thank you for that. I know your mom and I could be pushy sometimes about you two being more than just friends, but it’s only because we wanted nothing more for you two than to be with someone entirely devoted to you. There’s no one in this world I would rather have sitting beside Y/N tonight and there’s certainly no one else I would want as the father of my grandchild. How much you adore the two most important girls in my life is something I will forever be grateful to you for. I am so unbelievably proud of the man you’ve become, Jungkook. I’ve loved you since the moment I found out about you and there’s nothing in the world that could ever change that.” 

Before your mom is even finished with her last sentence, Jungkook is rounding the table to pull her into a crippling hug. He buries his face in her shoulder, but you can see his back shaking due to him crying over her speech.

“I love you,” he tells her between sniffles.

“Oh, sweetheart, I love you more.”

Jungkook presses a big, wet smooch to your mom’s cheek, making her gleefully laugh, before retaking his seat beside you. Once he’s next to you again, you grab his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles while reaching out with your opposite hand to wipe away his tears.

“My turn,” his mom sing-songs and suddenly you’re clutching Jungkook’s hand to ease your nerves. “Hi, gorgeous.” You wave to her with your free hand and she adorably waves right back. “Y/N, I know I’ve told you before that I would’ve loved to have a daughter, but very soon after you were born I realized I don’t need one, because I have you. As a little girl, you would always include me in things the same as your own mom; telling me about all the latest gossip, asking for my help with homework, inviting me to your recitals, and plenty more. I’m sure you weren’t aware just how special those moments were to me, but being a major character in your life has been one of the most fulfilling parts of mine. I will always love you like a daughter and I can’t thank you enough for treating me like a second mom. And as a mom, there’s no one else I can imagine for my son and I don’t think I would ever forgive him if he tried to marry someone other than you. In fact, I spent years actively trying to prevent it. He didn’t bring women home to meet us very often, but whenever he did, I’m not ashamed to admit I wasn’t on my best behavior. The whole time all I could ever do was compare them to you, and well, no one even comes close, sweetie. I was even prepared to go full K-Drama mode and pay the woman off if need be.” The whole room erupts into laughter as Jungkook’s jaw drops. “Just kidding… maybe. All that to say, knowing you’re the person who will be taking care of not only my son, but my grandchild, for the rest of their lives, brings me more comfort than you could ever know. Y/N, you have the biggest heart in the world and knowing you is a blessing in and of itself. You are warm, genuine, and kind to everyone around you and I love you very, very much. Thank you for being the amazing young woman you are and allowing me to be a part of your life.” 

Similar to Jungkook, you stand up once she finishes so you can hug her. She holds the back of your head with one hand and rubs your spine with the other as you cling to her and cry on her shoulder.

“You’re not like a second mom to me, you’re just a mom,” you tell her. “I love you so much.”

She starts crying herself because of your response and the two of you spend a lingering moment hugging each other until your tears dry up. When you part, she gently wipes away the droplets under your eyes as you do the same to her.

“Um, Mom, you didn’t actually pay anyone off, right?” Jungkook pipes up from behind you.

“If it works how it’s supposed to, you’ll never know,” she teases.

Jungkook clicks tongue, but he’s smiling as you stroll back to his side. Once you and him are together again, you stand up to give one final speech as a couple.

“I promise, we’ll stop talking after this,” Jungkook tells the crowd. “We just want to take a moment to thank everyone here celebrating our marriage with us. You all mean the absolute world to us and having you here on our big day makes it all the more special.”

He passes the microphone to you with a wink.

“Like my husband said,” you begin, causing a chuckle to roll across the room. “We can’t thank you all enough for being here, for loving us as much as you do, and we hope you have a great time tonight. This has been hands down the best day of our lives and sharing it with you all is the most important thing to us. We love you.”

“To the bride and groom!” Hoseok cheers from his seat and everyone follows suit by raising their beverages. 

The whole room repeats the chant before drinking from their glasses and just when you assume all the attention is through, a loud clinking sound fills the room. 

“See, you guys better be careful because once I start kissing her, I’m not gonna stop,” Jungkook threatens.

He leans in and cups your cheek to kiss you. Despite his warning, it only lasts a moment, but afterwards he begins attacking your face with smooches until you squeal and shove him away.

Following dinner, your DJ announces it’s time for the first dances, which is something you’re genuinely nervous about because unlike your vows, all the attention is on you without the buffer of speaking. It’s just a solid two minutes of you and Jungkook doing something you normally do alone in your kitchen. 

Jungkook lifts your hand to his lips before using it to lead you to the dance floor as the song you chose begins filtering in. He can tell you’re anxious and takes a moment just to smile at you while running the back of his hand along your cheek. When you nod assuredly, he places one hand on your lower back before tugging you closer. The feeling of being chest to chest makes you giggle and you automatically rest your head on his shoulder as you start to sway back and forth. 

“You happy, Bams?” 

You lift your head to gaze up at him with a saccharine grin.

“That’s the understatement of the century.” Jungkook laughs while letting go of his hold on your spine to twirl you around. “What about you?”

“Me?” He’s gazing into your eyes with so much sincerity it nearly stops your heart. “I’ve never been happier in my whole life.” 

Before a broad smile can even finish forming on your lips, Jungkook is kissing you and seamlessly dipping you towards the floor. The two of you continue to twirl and sway until the song ends, at which time Jungkook passes you off to your dad. Upon finishing your dance, Jungkook and his mom replace the two of you. Once all three dances are complete, the DJ announces the opening of the dance floor and turns on the first upbeat song of the night. 

You would love nothing more than to join your friends and start dancing the night away, but you and Jungkook still have plenty of guests to greet. It isn’t for about another hour, after dessert’s already been served, that your husband finally tugs you back to the dance floor to celebrate your marriage along with everyone else. 

It’s genuinely the most fun wedding you’ve ever been to and you aren’t just saying that because it’s yours. Not only is the music amazing, but you get to spend the entire night dancing with your closest friends while wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms. You all feel like college kids again, except instead of a dive bar, it’s a gorgeous wedding venue. Plus, you aren’t on the hunt for a hook up because you’ve already found your forever, despite him being right in front of you the whole time. 

You spend a couple hours on the dance floor before Jungkook takes your hand and gestures with his head towards the hallway that leads to the restrooms. His smirk gives away exactly what he’s thinking and you quickly follow him away from the reception area. 

With you finally out of sight from the prying eyes of your guests, Jungkook pushes you up against the bathroom door by clutching your face with both hands. He kisses you how he’s been wanting to all evening, searing your mouths together while tracing your bottom lip with his tongue. You immediately grant him access, causing an erotic moan to fill the space between you as your wet muscles tangle together in a dance you’ve done a million times and yet never gets old. 

While you kiss, your hands run along the planes of his chest before sinking into his hair to tug on the strands, unfortunately ruining the pretty style. 

“I can’t wait to make love to you,” Jungkook whispers against your lips. “All fucking night long.”

He starts trailing his lips along your jaw and neck, leaving wet spots in the shape of his mouth throughout his path.

“You know, by the time we’re having sex, it won’t even be our wedding night anymore,” you retort.

“Trust me, baby, you won’t remember what day it is by the time I’m done with you.”

You giggle as he continues ravishing your throat and shoulder.

“I’m just shocked you want to leave for our honeymoon right away, since you’re always trying to get your hands on me as soon as possible.”

“I still am.” Jungkook stops kissing you so he can look into your eyes. “But I also want to fuck my wife for the first time while staring out at the ocean.”

Hawaii is where you two will be heading tonight after hopping on a plane in just a few short hours. You debated on leaving the following morning, but inevitably decided to spend your first night as Mr. and Mrs. Jeon in paradise.

“Well, for the record, I can’t wait either.” 

Jungkook smirks and dives in for another heated kiss, even going so far as to tilt your head back so he has complete control over your mouth.  

“Wait,” he suddenly says. “How is the motorcycle getting home?” 

The seemingly out of nowhere line of inquiry makes you burst out laughing.

“Are you seriously worrying about a motorcycle when your drop dead gorgeous wife is standing in front of you?” He chuckles before shrugging his shoulders. “The same way it got here, in my dad’s truck. He’ll make sure it’s safe and sound in the garage while we’re gone, too.”

“I still can’t believe you bought that for me. It’s genuinely the best gift ever.”

“So are these,” you reply while pointing to your earrings and necklace.

“Oh yeah? Do you like them?” 

“Of course I do, baby, they’re beautiful.”

He blushes with an obvious expression of accomplishment on his face. 

“I’m so glad. You deserve the world, Bambi, and I plan on giving as much of it as I can to you.”

You shake your head and cup his face. 

“I already have the world, right here in my hands,” you tell him wholeheartedly. “Plus back at home with a babysitter.”

Jungkook’s responding smile is so beautiful you wish you could capture it for all time, whether in a painting or a photograph or just in your mind. 

“You’re my world, baby. You and Naru… I’ll never be able to express just how much you both mean to me.”

“But you show us every single day, Koo.”

He shakes his head.

“No. That doesn’t even scratch the surface,” he declares.

His fingers come up to cover your own as he leans in to conquer your lips again. 

You kiss until you completely run out of oxygen and even then you still steal a few more before sneaking out of the restroom. Rather than returning to the reception, you decide to change into your departure outfits so you can spend the remaining time having fun before you have to leave for your flight. 

The two of you walk hand in hand back to your respective dressing rooms to change and grab your pre-packed suitcases. After hanging up your dress and taking the accessories and veil out of your hair, you get into the white athletic set you bought specifically for your flight to Hawaii. Jungkook has a matching black hoodie and sweatpants that he’ll be changing into. You aren’t normally the type of couple to coordinate outfits, but you only get married once and want to make the most of it. 

There’s a knock at the door and you tell Jungkook to come in just as you’re pulling your suitcase out of the closet. Ever the gentleman, he immediately steals the roller bag from you while also snagging a kiss in the process. When you have a chance to admire him outside of his tux for the first time, you can’t help but think about how ridiculously handsome he looks in the comfortable outfit. The hoodie and sweatpants are somehow hugging him just right even though they’re oversized.

“Ready, Mrs. Jeon?”

His voice corrects your train of thought which was beginning to border on shameless.

“As I’ll ever be, Mr. Jeon.”

With one last glance around the room to ensure you aren’t forgetting anything, you return to the reception hall together to continue celebrating for another couple hours. 

Just before it’s time to leave, you gather all the unmarried women in the center of the dance floor for the bouquet toss. In an act that was absolutely planned ahead of time, Mina catches it, but she’s the only one still unaware that Taehyung will be proposing in a few short weeks. 

Everyone gives you and Jungkook a final round of hugs while wishing you a safe flight. It’s bittersweet to think your big day is already over, but you also can’t wait to spend a week alone with him. Ever since Naru was born, it isn’t a luxury you’re always able to afford. You wave to your guests as you walk to the car and blow a couple kisses their way just before stepping into the passenger seat. Once seated, Jungkook pushes his hair back with both hands and turns to look at you with an eager grin.

“You ready for the time of your life, babygirl?”

Rather than verbally responding, you lean over the center console and give him a long, slow kiss.

“Let’s fucking go.”

Jungkook affectionately giggles and presses a single kiss to your forehead before taking off down the road towards the airport. 

The flight is grueling, but you’re so tired after the already long day that you and Jungkook sleep through nearly the entire thing. Luckily, you married a millionaire, so you’re flying first class where the seats turn into beds. 

Upon arriving in Hawaii, you go through customs and collect your luggage before proceeding outside where a taxi is waiting for you. Due to the time change, although you flew all night, it’s around dinner time and you make the executive decision to eat once you arrive at the hotel. You check into the private bungalow Jungkook booked for the two of you and a staff member takes your bags while you go off to eat. There are multiple restaurants to choose from so you locate the nearest one and head there as soon as you’re hands-free. 

Dinner at the reception was more than sixteen hours ago now and the plane food wasn’t much, leaving you and Jungkook absolutely starved. Although, despite being hungry enough to eat a horse, you scarf down your food as quickly as humanly possible because you’re both dying to finally get your hands on each other. 

The resort is all inclusive so you leave as soon as you're done and Jungkook practically drags you through the massive hotel to reach your own accommodation. 

Once you’re outside the villa, which requires a short stroll along a boardwalk to reach the bungalows hovering right above the ocean, Jungkook scoops you into his arms bridal style to cross the threshold together as tradition calls for. You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck as he magically manages to unlock the door and carry you inside. The place is gorgeous and far bigger than it looks on the outside, but you don’t get to see any of it because the first thing Jungkook does is unceremoniously drop you on the bed.

The aggressive plop onto the plushy surface has you giggling, but Jungkook silences it with his mouth as he crawls on top of you. He rests his weight on his forearms, leaving his big, delicious biceps to border your head while he kisses you like you’re his sole source of oxygen. Your initial moan becomes a whimper when his tongue enters your mouth and tauntingly circles your own. It’s a sound Jungkook obviously enjoys pulling from you, because you feel him smile into the kiss as he continues to steal your breath. 

“Koo,” you gasp and grab his face to keep him still. “Give me just a sec.”

His face blanks, but you ignore his obvious indignation and move out from underneath him to stand up.

“You’re joking, Bams.”

Raising your hands in surrender, you slowly walk backwards to the bathroom.

“I know, but we’ve been on a plane for twelve hours and then we ate and —”

“Baby, we’ve been having sex for over two years, you know I don’t care about that.”

“I know, I know. I’ll only be a minute, I swear!”

Jungkook melodramatically groans while flopping backwards onto the bed as you hurry into the en suite and shut the door behind you. 

The truth is, you don’t need to use the restroom at all, but you do want to make sure when he sees your lingerie for the first time it’s memorable. It’s your first time wearing something special for him since he has a habit of tearing your clothes off anyway. Plus, having a baby in the house doesn’t exactly bode well for sexual encounters long enough to warrant dressing up. 

Stripping out of your athletic set, you hang the clothes on the back of the door before nabbing your toiletry bag that the bellhop so kindly left in here for you. After quickly brushing your teeth and combing your hair, you steal a glance in the mirror and send yourself a supportive double thumbs up. 

If you do say so yourself, you might deserve more than just a thumbs up for this look. The lingerie is white and strapless to accommodate your wedding dress. It has a sheer, lacy bra section, leaving little to the imagination and beautifully accentuating your tits before it becomes a corset that hugs your waist and highlights your curves. It’s accompanied by a matching pair of panties with a small, heart shaped hole at the bottom, so they don’t need to come off at all tonight. There are also garter straps connected to two lacy pieces of fabric on your thighs. One of which has blue, embroidered cursive letters spelling out “Mrs. Jeon,” thereby fulfilling your “something blue” requirement for the wedding.

You aren’t normally one to brag, but you know your husband better than you know yourself, and he’s going to lose his fucking marbles when he sees you. 

The last thing you do is take a nice, long, deep breath before opening the door and stepping back into the main room. 

The initial plan is to seductively pose for your husband, but you end up too distracted by the sight of him resting on his palms with his legs spread and his head thrown back while he waits for you. It’s truly diabolical how effortlessly handsome he is, even doing the most mundane things.

He lifts his head when he hears you and as soon as his eyes land on you, they widen dramatically and his jaw drops open so far you worry he’ll dislocate it.

“Holy mother Mary and Joseph,” he exclaims under his breath.

The reaction has you immediately smirking with pride as you rest your back against the door to wait for his next move.

“You like it?”

Jungkook shakes his head back and forth a couple times like he’s trying to jostle his brain back into place. 

“Do I —“ he chuckles humorlessly. “Do I like it? Bambi, what the ever-loving fuck.” 

“Well, you should probably come take a closer look then.”

His eyes light up at your suggestion, but despite his eagerness, he takes his sweet time standing up and strutting across the room to you. He waits until you’re mere inches apart before grabbing your jaw with one hand and tilting your head up so you’re staring directly into his hungry eyes. 

“The only thing I need a closer look at…” He sinks to his knees, letting his hands slowly drag down your entire torso until they land on your hips and he squeezes them to pin you against the wood. “Is my wife’s perfect fucking cunt.”

It all happens so fast you can barely register it as Jungkook releases your hips to clutch your thighs instead, which he then uses as leverage to force your cunt down to his awaiting mouth. He instantly begins licking through your folds to collect all the essence there and within a single second your head is banging against the door while your eyes close and your mouth opens. 

No matter how often Jungkook buries his face in your pussy, the feeling never fails to electrocute your entire nervous system like a lighting strike.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you whine.

Jungkook is always fucking lethal when he eats you out, and it certainly doesn’t help when all you have available to hold onto is the doorknob and his head. Sure, he’s holding you up, but once he starts flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, you’re forced to desperately grip his strands and yank on them to keep yourself steady. It causes him to growl into your cunt and his fingertips bite into the meat of your thighs so you aren’t able to move and he can continue devouring you like you’re his last meal.

You think he might keep going until your knees give out entirely, but instead he pulls back and effortlessly lifts you over his shoulder. It produces a shrill yelp as he stands to his full height and carries you across the room.

“Jungkook!”

He spanks you rather than responding before tossing you onto the bed. You land with a soft plop, your body bouncing a couple times from the force. As you continue to giggle over his actions, he kneels on the edge of the mattress near your feet. 

“You’re playing dirty, ya know,” he accuses. 

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

His lips curl up into a smirk over your feigned ignorance. 

“This little ensemble of yours.” He points to your lingerie. “It’s like you’re just begging me to put a baby in you.”

You mirror his grin while reaching up to tug on his clothes until he’s on top of you again. 

“Maybe I am.”

“Oh? I thought we agreed to wait until Naru turns two.”

“Well, she’ll be two by the time they’re born,” you counter. 

Jungkook’s smile grows completely sinister as he grasps your hips to manhandle you into the perfect position beneath him.

“Say fucking less.” He grinds against you, eliciting a breathy moan when you feel his bulge pressing on your cunt. “Let’s give our daughter a sibling, shall we?”

You aren’t able to reply because he immediately kisses you, not that you mind in the slightest. As much as you love having sex with Jungkook, kissing him is your all time favorite activity. His lips are soft and warm and even when he’s ravenous in his approach, it still feels romantic and ardent.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t allow you to partake in the act for long before he begins kissing down your neck and collarbones. When he reaches the swell of your breasts, he leaves wet smooches across the tops of them prior to playfully biting into your flesh. His fingers are busy skimming along your waist and curling around your back and you giggle upon realizing he’s trying to break you out of your corset.

“It unsnaps in the front, Koo,” you inform him. 

He looks up at you with adorably curious eyes which then flicker down to your top.

“Oh!” 

The excitement in his voice brings a smile to your face as you watch him unhook the lingerie starting from your cleavage down to your abdomen. As soon as your bare skin is available to him, he bends down to paint your tits in drool until he finally settles on taking a nipple between his lips. Your fingers thread between strands of his hair as he sucks and circles his tongue around your nub and when he scrapes your sensitive skin with his teeth, you moan and pull against his scalp. 

Jungkook could probably go all night just kissing and licking your soft, pretty tits, but you need him to return to your core before you lose your mind. 

“Baby, please, I need you.”

It tickles when his responsive chuckle kisses the wetness on your chest and he proceeds to give your nipple one final peck before resting his head on your sternum to gaze up at you.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific than that, Bambi.”

The deadpan expression you send him should tell him everything he needs to know, but he just continues smiling at you like he’s clueless to your indignation.

“Jungkook, my love, if you don’t get that pretty face of yours between my legs right this instant we’re going to have problems.”

Your husband’s eyes roll back with an amorous groan.

“God, I love it when you tell me what to do.”

He’s quick to comply by returning to your pussy and licking through your folds, using his hot tongue to curl your juices into his mouth. 

His arms wrap around your thighs to place each of your legs on his shoulders, giving him all the access he needs to pleasure you how he likes. With the extra leverage, he’s able to effortlessly swirl his tongue around your hole before pushing the muscle into you. He fucks you with his mouth until you start writhing in his arms and moaning his name. After that, he changes tactics and takes multiple languid licks up the entirety of your cunt.

It isn’t long before you’re seeing the entire galaxy on the back of your eyelids and it’s because he’s fucking you in a way only he can. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand, meaning he knows exactly what it takes to get you off. 

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “You taste so damn good.”

Jungkook dives right back in after complimenting you, only now it’s to pleasure your clit with short flicks of his tongue. Within seconds, tears well up on your waterline and threaten to spill over. His movements are precise and purposeful, making sure to alternate between circling your nub and flattening his tongue against it. He eventually wraps his lips around your nerve endings and sucks hard, sending your brain entirely out of orbit. 

The only way to describe his ministrations is otherworldly and you’re thankful you’re in a private villa or else everyone around you would be hearing your fervent cries of pleasure. 

“Koo… please…” 

You have no clue what you’re begging him for, but he attempts to pacify you by penetrating you with his two middle fingers and curling them along your walls. It’s languid at first, but when he hears you gasp and feels your hips pitch up in ecstasy, he begins pumping them in and out of you at a disastrous pace. 

His long fingers easily reach that spongy spot inside you and he continues to make a come hither motion against it to keep you drowning in a pool of euphoria. The tempos of both his tongue and hand soon synchronize, creating an erotic slurping sound produced by both his mouth and your cunt. It makes for a devilish combination between the intense pressure on your clit and his digits stretching you open.

“You gonna come on my tongue, babygirl?”

He already knows the answer because he can feel your pussy squeezing his fingers as though he’ll never be allowed to leave. It’s too difficult for your brain to comprehend a response right now, anyway, so you just whimper and tug on his hair in lieu of a reply.

It’s then he decides to egg you on further by scraping your clit with his teeth before spitting and rubbing his saliva all over your nerve endings. The action sends your back arching off the bed as you scream and cry incoherently. 

The sensations caused by his fingers and tongue easily bring you right to the doorstep of an orgasm. In fact, you aren’t sure if even another thirty seconds goes by before your muscles clench around him in anticipation of the release. If he wasn’t someone who knows you as intimately as you know yourself, the speed at which he’s able to break you off would be embarrassing.

“Jungkook,” you breathlessly moan.

Rather than experiencing the familiar feeling of a climax, the very moment the final syllable of his name leaves your mouth, his hand and tongue retreat from you entirely. It’s so infuriating and downright shocking that you gasp and glance down at him with a face of absolute betrayal. 

“What are you doing?”

He looks abundantly pleased with himself as he maintains your eye contact.

“Edging you,” he answers. 

“On our wedding night?” You ask incredulously.

“Mmhm.” There’s a disapproving whimper that he simply tsks at. “Trust me, baby, it’ll feel so fucking good when I finally make you come.” 

Even though you’re certain he’s correct, you still feel extremely unsatisfied after not being able to come a moment ago. 

“How long are you going to make me wait?”

He hums in thought while admiring your shiny, wet cunt. As though he isn’t taunting you enough, he begins tracing your slit with his fingertips as you immediately whine for more.

“I think five times should do the trick.” You’re about to open your mouth in protest, but he stares you down with a piercing gaze. “If I hear you complain, I’ll just add more.”

Your husband loves you, you know your husband loves you, and in fact, is doing this because he loves you, but you want to fucking strangle him. 

Alas, all thoughts of throttling him fly out the window when he pushes his digits back into your pussy.

Jungkook starts kissing along your thighs as he steadily fucks you with his fingers, dragging his tongue across your skin to create goosebumps in his wake. Once he reaches the garter featuring your new name, he smirks and bites at the fabric before letting it snap back into place.

“Good thing we didn’t do a garter toss,” he notes. “I would've taken you right there in front of everybody if I saw this.”

You hum in agreement while watching him mouth at your inner thighs. 

“I’m quite proud of it, ya know,” you tell him.

“What? The garter?”

He looks up just in time to see you slowly shake your head.

“Being Mrs. Jeon.”

His only response is to smile and blush, contrary to the way he’s continually sinking his fingers into your cunt. The proud grin is still apparent on his face even when he bends down to kiss your clit again. The attention on your nerve endings makes you jump, but he uses his free arm to hold you down so he can suck on your pearl while his fingertips pleasure your gummy walls. 

Going from being deprived of a climax to feeling his mouth and hand on you again in such quick succession is debilitating, but it becomes obvious he wants to prolong your pleasure when he switches to featherlight pressure. He releases your clit from between his lips so he can use the tip of his tongue to circle your nub instead and his fingers take on a lackadaisical approach inside of you. 

It’s no better than if he were teasing you and you’re slowly going insane because of his actions.

“More… I need more.”

You hear him pridefully chuckling over your complaint, but he seems at least partially sympathetic when he lets salvia drip from his mouth onto your clit and uses the lubrication to lick you with more fervor. His fingers are still unfortunately moving at a tortuous pace, barely tickling your walls every time they enter you. The contrast only serves to make you needier and it takes all of your self restraint not to start tearfully begging. 

It’s then he momentarily pauses playing with your clit to appreciate the vision of his knuckles sinking in and out of you.

“You’re still so fucking tight, Bams, even after all this time.”

“Well, one would think you’d be thankful and fuck me like I deserve then,” you retort. 

His eyebrows rise. 

“You think that’s not what I’m doing?” To prove a point, he forces his fingers in deeper and like the weak woman you are, you enthusiastically moan and screw your eyes shut as tears spill out past your waterline. “I know precisely what you deserve, baby, and that’s the best goddamn orgasm of your life. You just have to learn to be patient if you want it.”

Despite his words, he appeases you by speeding up the pace of his hand and returning his mouth to your clit, marrying the two cadences until you’re right on the edge of ecstasy again. 

Just like last time, as soon as your grip on his hair tightens and your thighs begin to shake, he leaves you wanting. Even though you expected it, you still whine and cry for him to please make you come. In response, he just stares you down while shaking his head, but he does reach up to wipe away some of the tears on your cheeks. 

He repeats the same devilish pattern three more times, each one producing more tears, screams, and whimpers. When he’s just about to dive in for the sixth time, you grab his chin to ensure he truly sees your desperate state, whether it be your shaking legs, sore abdomen, or mascara stained cheeks. 

“Koo,” you cry.  

“Shh.” He bends his head forward to press a chaste kiss to your palm. “I know, baby.”

“No, you don’t. I don’t think I can take any more.”

It feels like your pussy itself is weeping because of his sinister actions and you genuinely don’t know if you’ll survive another round of teasing. 

“No?” You whimper and shake your head. “Alright, babygirl, I’ll make you come.” His fingers thread through yours as he moves your hand away so his face can return to your cunt. “I promise, it’ll all be worth it.”

His tongue immediately goes to town on your poor, swollen pussy. He doesn’t even bother with your clit, knowing you’re already so close it’ll only take a moment for you to come on his face. Which is precisely what occurs after only a few swipes of his tongue through your folds. 

The orgasm builds within you like a rollercoaster slowly inching up the track, with Jungkook as the perfect conductor using his hot tongue on your cunt to force the car over the edge and hurdling downward. 

He was right about it being worth it, because it’s easily one of the most intense sensations you’ve ever felt and you come so hard your nails nearly rip the sheets. It also pulls a loud, wounded scream from your throat as you shake and writhe through the high.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages you.

Both your mind and senses shut off and the only thing you can comprehend is Jungkook’s presence between your legs. He doesn’t stop either, just continues licking you as though you aren’t coating his facial features in sticky essence. 

You’re still whimpering and convulsing even once the climax ebbs and Jungkook moves down to kiss along the inside of your thighs that are covered in cum. 

Once he’s cleaned you up to the best of his ability, he returns to your lips for a surprisingly gentle kiss. The delicate pressure of his mouth on yours makes you contentedly hum, but it doesn’t last long before he begins kissing away the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Did that feel good?”

You nod and circle his neck to bring him closer, causing him to chuckle at your seemingly subconscious actions, since it’s obvious you’re still in the clouds. His hands proceed to caress the bare skin of your torso as he kisses your neck while waiting for you to return to earth.

“So good,” you murmur.

“Yeah?” He lifts his head. “Worth it?”

“Mmhm, I still hate you for doing that to me, though.”

Jungkook smiles and brushes the sweaty strands of hair away from your eyes.

“Well, I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When you don’t reply with the twin phrase, he aggressively pouts and you can’t help but laugh once your energy returns. 

“How could you?” He grumbles. 

You adore him far too much to keep up the act, so you grab his face and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Mr. Jeon, so, so, so much.” His smile returns upon hearing your affirmation, as if he wasn’t previously aware of your infinite devotion to him. “Now, lay down so I can get to work.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up with a sensual fire and it’s almost humorous how fast he rolls off of you and onto his back. He makes himself comfortable against the pillows as if he’s about to be tucked in for the night and not sucked off, his arms coming up behind his head as he waits for you. 

“I have been waiting for this all fucking night!” 

“I’m that good with my mouth, huh?”

His responding expression can only be described as “are you fucking kidding me.”

“Bams, I married you for about three reasons and your blowjobs are two of them,” he states. 

You gawk and slap his chest in retaliation, to which he just giggles.

“Fuck you. Get naked.”

He continues to laugh while following your instructions by stripping his hoodie and sweatpants off. You follow suit, unclipping your garter straps so you can remove your top out from under you. His clothes meet the floor in a haphazard pile and once he’s completely naked, you kneel so you can crawl over to him. 

Jungkook automatically goes to grab your hips as you settle between his open legs, his eyes slowly turning into slits as he admires you in just your underwear.

“See, now this is truly a sight for sore eyes,” he comments.

“Honey, you see me naked all the time.”

His head shakes in disagreement.

“No, I’ve seen you naked. This is the first time I'm seeing my wife naked.” 

The most affectionate eye roll imaginable occurs and you bend over to kiss him for the umpteenth time today. It’s a brief smooch, much to your husband’s chagrin since he chases after your lips once you part. The disapproving pout doesn’t last long, because soon enough he’s watching you descend towards his dick with heat in his irises.

As soon as you reach his hips and get the full view of his tiny waist, thick thighs, and hard cock just waiting for you to touch, another eye roll happens. The sight is so goddamn mouthwatering you fear you may actually start drooling. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him from this angle, every time still feels like the first. 

Jungkook looks a little too pleased with your reaction and he adds to the picturesque view by wrapping his hand around his dick and languidly stroking himself.

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath. His eyebrows rise in a silent question and you momentarily glance up to explain. “I totally forgot to add in my vows that I only agreed to marry you because you have a big dick.”

When he only raises a single eyebrow this time while pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, you know you’re in trouble. 

“You wanna repeat that for me, Bambi?” 

The challenging gleam in his eye turns you on far too much to back down. Pushing his buttons is an activity you always enjoy and whenever you’re able to do so in the bedroom, you jump at the opportunity.

Rather than responding, you delicately remove his own hand from his shaft before taking a long, slow lick along the underside of his cock. You maintain his feverish gaze the entire time your tongue is pressing on his warm skin until you eventually reach his tip and collect the precum pooling there. Jungkook’s jaw locks the second you touch him, his usual doe eyes turning into those of a predator.

“I said, I only married you for your big, fat co — mmf.”

You should’ve assumed what would happen next, but you’re still woefully unprepared when Jungkook pushes your head down and thrusts upward so you’re forced to swallow his entire length at once. He doesn’t move, just holds you in place as you gag and attempt to breathe through your nose. 

“This cock, huh?” He yanks on your hair to pull you off him, allowing you to drastically inhale. “You married me just so you could choke on it, is that right, baby?” 

When you only shake your head, he tugs on the strands trapped between his fingers.

“No,” you whimper. “Not just choke on it.” Two can play at this game and you decide to meet his eyes with your own sultry glare. “I married you so I could ride it, feel it deep inside of me, and watch it fill me up with cum, too.”

Jungkook smiles in satisfaction before proceeding with a gentler approach when he lowers your head to his cock again. You comply with the wordless instruction immediately, wrapping your lips around him and sucking as you sink down towards his pelvis.

“Oh, atta girl,” he quietly praises. “My pretty little wife’s so good at sucking her husband's cock.”

You hum in agreement, or at least the best you can with his tip reaching far down your throat. It’s always a challenge to adjust to his size even after two years of giving him head. Even still, you welcome the familiar stretch that comes from bobbing your head at a steady pace. You like to taste him as you go, too, so you stick your tongue out and curl it around his head following each lap.

Jungkook is hands down the best dick you’ve ever had in your mouth, and you aren’t just saying that because you love him. You still remember wondering after that first night if you would ever experience something as pleasurable as having him between your lips again. Alas, the world has a funny way of making things work out in the end. 

The feeling of him grasping your hair in his fist causes you to moan around him and you automatically hold onto his thick thighs in response, needing the extra support once your nose reaches his pubic hair. When you remain there for a moment and swallow so he can feel your throat constrict, he chokes and throws his head back against the pillows.

“God fucking damn.” His pupils are blown wide and dark when he lifts his head to watch you move up and down along his length. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

His compliment encourages you to keep going despite the soreness in your jaw and you begin bobbing faster and tightening your lips around him to bring him as much pleasure as possible. He doesn’t allow you to continue for much longer, though, and you groan in protest when he uses his grasp on your hair to stop you.

“Hey —”

“Don’t even think about complaining.” When you pout at his demand, he chuckles and pulls you up by the arm so you’re face to face again. “Trust me, I love, I mean love, coming in your mouth, but I can’t do both without taking a less than desirable break.” 

You click your tongue with a shake of your head.

“We should’ve planned this better. Now would’ve been the perfect time to edge me.” 

“You’re right, we’ll try it in that order tomorrow,” he states.

Eyes blowing wide, you begin aggressively shaking your head as your husband rolls you both over so he’s on top.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” you anxiously respond. 

He’s sporting a mischievous smile while you panic over the idea of him torturing you again tomorrow. The fear subsides when he places a pacifying kiss on your lips, gently moving his mouth in perfect time with your own to soothe you. 

“I know, babygirl. I was just kidding,” he assures you. “No edging, I’ll just make you come a bunch instead.”

Whether or not your pussy will be able to handle that is tomorrow’s problem. Right now you’re focused on Jungkook’s hands that are slowly tracing your outline down to your hips. His fingers hook into your panties to pull them off, to which you shoot him a questioning glance because they can stay on if he so chooses. He just smirks in return and it's enough for you to understand he wants you entirely naked beneath him. 

Once the lace is on the ground with the rest of your clothes, Jungkook plants one of his hands beside your head while wrapping the other around his cock to line himself up. His dick is achingly hard from your unfinished blowjob and you can’t wait to feel him fill you up. 

While he’s busy with lubricating his tip by running it through your folds, you reach up to caress his sharp jaw and cheekbones. 

“I love you, my handsome husband.”

Jungkook blushes and meets your heart eyes with a pair of his own.

“How dare you turn me to mush right before I’m about to put you through the mattress,” he scolds you.

You smile while leaning up to give him a quick peck. 

“My apologies, please proceed.”

He ignores your instruction to kiss you again instead, turning it into much more than just a single smooch when he forces his tongue between your teeth. His hips thrust forward at the same time, pushing his full length into you and stretching you open in one seamless movement. You moan into his mouth at the familiar intrusion and he seizes the opportunity to deepen your kiss. It’s only for a moment, though, because right after making you whimper around his tongue, he pulls back to smile at you.

“I love you more, my beautiful wife.”

“More?” You click your tongue. “I don’t know about that, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook thrusts again just to shut you up and if it didn’t feel so damn good, you’d pretend to be upset at him for doing so.

“Why don’t I prove it to you, Mrs. Jeon?” 

A cheshire grin overtakes your face. 

“Do your worst,” you challenge him.

The words have barely left your mouth when Jungkook rears back only to enter you again with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. 

His hand next to your head moves to your hair as he drops to his elbow, bringing him right on top of you until your chests are touching. He grips the strands near your scalp, tugging on them with each harsh stroke into your cunt. Tandem moans and grunts fill the air as he sets a monstrous pace, ironically showing you how much he loves you by repeatedly abusing your cervix with the head of his cock. 

There’s no kissing, but your faces are so close your noses and lips end up brushing with each movement. The room is stifling from a sensual heat and you can’t tell if you’re struggling to breathe because of his weight on you or simply because having his cock buried so deep inside you is suffocating.

“Fuck, Bams,” he groans. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You aren’t sure if it’s due to tonight being your wedding night, or if Jungkook’s doing something different, but the sensation of his dick ferociously rubbing your walls is so amazing it’s damn near indescribable.

“Baby —”

He can feel your pussy tightly clenching around him, so he knows how much he’s driving you insane.

“I know, I know.” It must be the same for him, at least if the raspyness of his voice is anything to go by. “I’ve got you.”

The entire world melts away as your hips continue to harmoniously meet, the pretty ocean Jungkook wanted to fuck you in front of completely disappearing because all you can see and feel are each other. 

Jungkook is reaching so far inside of you that you can’t imagine him not fucking a baby into you tonight. It feels as though his tip is kissing your womb and it’s turning your mind into a pile of mush. His shaft is stretching you apart with every thrust, making your pussy spasm and pulse in response.

“You’re so big, Koo.”

He laughs graciously.

“That’s why you married me, right?” He teases.

It’s your turn to laugh as your nose scrunches up in delight. 

“Of course.”

“No other reasons?”

“Nope.” In an act of retaliation, Jungkook steals control of your hands which were previously around his neck and pins them above your head. He uses the added leverage to turn his already animalistic strokes into something completely inhuman. “Jesus Christ!”

“Not my name,” Jungkook parries. 

If you could laugh at his joke, you would, but the only thing you’re able to do is hold on tight as he spears you on his dick and manhandles you like a ragdoll. 

“You’re… a fucking… demon,” you manage to proclaim between gasps of air.

Your husband chuckles above you and the sinister tone reveals exactly much he adores being in control.

“That’s right, baby, you married a fucking demon.” One hand let’s go so he can snatch your face and purse your lips. “So take it like the good girl I know you are.”

Oh, he’s about to make you come just from his words alone. 

Right when you think he can’t be any more beastly, he uses his grip on your face to open your mouth and spit into it. He immediately shuts your lips again, nodding at you in a wordless command to swallow. When you follow his instructions and he sees your throat bob, he smirks while giving your cheeks a possessive squeeze. 

His hand releases you so he can hold your hip instead while his other one is still keeping you hostage against the mattress. It leaves you completely subservient to any and all his desires, which you soon find out is to bend you in fucking half. 

He lifts his torso just enough to slide his hand down your leg and use your knee to press your thigh into your chest. You definitely don’t need to be told to do the same with your other leg, and once you’re folded like a soft pretzel, he puts his weight on you again. The position allows him to not only continue pounding into you with brute force, but speed up as well. It creates such an obscene clapping sound that you can’t even hear your own thoughts. 

“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” Jungkook’s voice is barely audible over the beats of your bodies meeting and your loud, mindless moans. “Tight, warm, goddamn perfect.” His head falls to your neck where he nibbles on your skin to leave a possessive mark. “And all fucking mine.”

There’s nothing you want more than to be able to reply in kind, even if it’s just to chant yes, yes, yes, I’m all yours, but there isn’t any air left in your lungs to do so.

You kiss him instead, using what little range of motion you have in your current position to stretch up and capture his lips. It fills you with immense pride when the action makes his hips falter, as if just the feeling of your lips throws him off his rhythm. 

“Gotcha,” you giggle. 

He smiles into the kiss and releases your thigh to softly cup your jaw. 

“You do, baby. For life.” 

The sentimental moment is over quickly once Jungkook regains his previous cadence. He forces a shrill whine from your lungs by fucking his cock in so deep you feel him in your guts. In conjunction with his heavy balls slapping your ass with each piston into you, you’re mere minutes away from an earth shattering orgasm. 

Jungkook can tell, like always, and it only spurs him on to keep going. Both of your pleasurable cries are growing louder, meaning it won't be long until you’re screaming his name while he grunts out a sound reminiscent of yours. 

It’s a mystery how you’re even making noise at all anymore, given that feeling his cock’s thick veins up against your walls has silenced every thought inside your head. He’s fucking you like his life depends on it and he’s doing so with his entire body. His hand is squeezing your own, his lips are aimlessly kissing you, and his hips are propelling him forward to ensure you feel every inch of his cock as it moves in and out of you. 

His cockhead must be bruising you in some way with how desperately he’s sinking himself into your walls, at the very least he’s eroding your insides to make more room for him. The delicious friction is more than enough to send you over the edge without another thought.

“Baby, I’m gonna —”

“Come for me, Bams.” He clutches your digits and pushes your conjoined hands into the bedding, alerting you to just how close he is, too. “Cream my cock, babygirl.” 

It’s all too easy to obey and you scream as your climax hits you like the freight train. Jungkook gasps and groans over how tight you become, your cunt convulsing and weeping cum all over him. 

“Koo,” you sob euphoric tears.

“Shit.”

Jungkook shocks you by pulling out rather than spilling his load into you, which doesn’t really promote the baby making process. But it seems he has other plans entirely when he doesn’t fuck his fist to paint your skin in cum and just watches your body twitch through the comedown of your high. 

“What… are… you doing?” 

He shakes his head like he’s trying to get his thoughts straight.

“I don’t wanna come yet. I wanna keep fucking you,” he answers. 

There’s no time for you to respond before he grabs you by the hips and flips you onto all fours, pressing down on your spine until your back arches and he gets a perfect view of your ass.

“And you think this position is gonna help you last longer?”

You hear him click his tongue and he spanks you as a pseudo punishment for the comment. 

“Fucking brat.” 

Before your orgasm is even done ravishing your body with pleasure, he grabs you by the hips and sheaths himself inside you again. His dick feels even deeper from behind and you have to bury your face in the pillows to muffle the abundant, embarrassing moan his actions produce.

You grip the sheets for dear life as he resumes the savage pace from before. It’s so debilitating you know you'll collapse if he doesn’t keep holding you up, his avid thrusts are simply too much to bear after everything else he’s put your body through tonight. It takes everything in you just to meet each piston of his hips by pushing back with your own. 

Despite your weak mental state, his dick is still bringing you more pleasure than you can comprehend and you have the urge to tell him as such. 

“God, Koo, that feels fucking amazing.”

It’s an egregious understatement, but that’s all you can manage at the moment.

“Yeah, baby?” He spanks you again, making you whine before he soothes the sting by massaging his hand print on your ass. “You like the way your husband fucks you?”

“Yes, fuck yes!”

Jungkook must enjoy your pathetic, borderline incoherent ramblings because he presses into you even more. With each stroke he gets closer and closer until his weight is crushing you, leaving you flat against the mattress with his firm chest right up against your back. 

You’ve never tried this position before, and you don’t think it was necessarily intentional, but it’s clear Jungkook is so busy chasing his own high that he’ll angle your body however he pleases to get there. Truthfully, it feels great having him completely surrounding you as his cock penetrates you at a rapid pace. The angle still allows him to effortlessly meet your g-spot and you can feel everything from his heartbeat, the lines of his muscles, and his sweat. He’s basically lying on top of you, to the point he’s almost literally putting you through the mattress. 

“I’m close, baby,” he whispers into your ear. “Ready for me to knock you up again?”

All you can do is nod as he rolls his hips to force his cock so far into you that you have to bite into the pillow so you can scream and sob without deafening him. 

His hips work tirelessly through the final moments of your intercourse, fucking you like he’s trying to tear your insides apart. Hot ropes of cum shoot into your pussy only a moment later and the sensation has your tearful eyes rolling into your skull. 

“Holy shit,” Jungkook grunts. 

He continues to pound into you as your cunt milks him for all he’s worth, the two of you sharing in a single moan as his climax provides you both with undeniable pleasure. 

“Baby,” you whimper.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I, Bams?” You shake your head, but still he pulls out and delicately flips you over to check. “Are you alright?”

You feel like a walking corpse after the sensual onslaught your husband just put you through, but it was easily some of the best sex you’ve ever had. 

“Never. Better.”

Jungkook smiles and leans down to kiss you. 

“I love you, baby,” he tells you.

A matching smile appears on your face as you finally open your eyes following the return of your soul to your body. 

“I love you, too.”

He reacts to your energy resurfacing by attacking your face with kisses, causing you to giggle endlessly as he smooches you in every place possible. Eventually, he makes it home to your lips so you can share in a long, passionate kiss. 

After a couple minutes of letting your bodies cool down, you decide to tour the villa together. It’s gorgeous and larger than life, with more rooms than you could ever need, but you certainly aren’t going to complain. When you reach the kitchen, you find chocolate covered strawberries and champagne which you immediately pop for the two of you to share. 

You head to the balcony where the hot tub is with both your champagne glasses and the plate of treats. It’s right beside the swim-up pool you’ll definitely be utilizing sometime this week and on the opposite side is another terrace overlooking the ocean, although you can see the water from anywhere in the bungalow. 

“Shall we?” Jungkook asks while gesturing towards the jacuzzi. 

It should be an easy yes, but you know him all too well. You’re both still naked after consummating your marriage and you’re certain the second you step into that warm water he’s going to try to fuck you again.

“Koo…”

“I won’t touch you unless you ask, I swear!” He raises his hands up in surrender as if that'll make you believe him. “It's not like I'm in any better shape than you.”

He has a point and you inevitably agree prior to stepping into the hot tub and taking the drinks and strawberries from him so he can join you. Once you’re both submerged in the water, you hand him his glass and rest the plate of strawberries on the table beside you. 

“Alright, wedding debrief, let’s go,” Jungkook announces.

“Uh, no complaints? Best day of my life?” 

A sickly sweet smile appears on Jungkook’s face over your response.

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” You chug the rest of your drink before setting it down and moving closer to him. “The sky could’ve fallen and it still would’ve been perfect, Koo.”

He reaches out to tuck some of your wet hair behind your ear while his other arm pulls you into him until you have no choice but to straddle his lap. Like clockwork, his hands instantly begin caressing your waist and spine, but true to his word, the touch is more ardent than sexual.

“I think so, too. I was so sad it had to end,” he admits. 

“Me, too,” you concur while playing with the hair on his nape. “But we have our whole lives ahead of us to continue making wonderful memories.” 

“We do.” To no one’s surprise, he brushes your hair aside to press a couple kisses to your neck. “A lifetime of this. It’s heaven.”

Feeling the vibrations of his voice on your skin sends goosebumps down your spine and you reactively arch into him as he continues to lick away the water on your throat. 

It isn’t long before his kisses turn feverish and he begins sucking a trail of hickeys across your neck. Despite your own reluctance, you moan when you feel him growing stiff again beneath you. On instinct you grind against his steadily hardening dick, allowing the water to help you push and pull your cunt across his lap.

Jungkook hums in content while burying his face in your neck as you take the lead on bringing you both pleasure. 

“Maybe we should go another round, you know, just to make sure we actually give Naru that sibling,” you suggest. 

Your husband laughs and kisses your shoulder a couple times prior to lifting his head. Rather than replying right away, he uses his hands to push your hair back so he’s free to plant a big, wet smooch on your lips.

“I think that’s a great idea, baby.”

With his approval, you automatically lift yourself up so you can seamlessly sink down on his cock. The combination of being in the jacuzzi along with your own arousal makes for an easy descent and the warm water even assists your already sore muscles in rolling your hips.   

Jungkook groans and lets his head rest against the jacuzzi as you slowly fuck yourself on his length. He’s still partially helping by guiding your hips with his big hands, but you don’t mind watching him simply enjoy himself. Besides, the vision of him before you is outstanding and you can’t resist his pretty throat right there on display for you to lick. 

Leaning forward, you allow your tongue to glide along his jugular before you suck on his soft skin to give him some matching love bites. He groans in delight over the feeling, his hand naturally intertwining in your hair and scratching at your scalp as you paint his neck purple. 

While your mouth is busy, your thighs eagerly propel your body up and down. You’re riding his cock with expert precision, just how he likes it, as every bounce causes water to splash upwards and create a harmony with the sound of your moans.

“You make me feel so full, Koo,” you whisper with a bite to his jaw. “In a way only you can.”

You feel him smile before he catches your chin to kiss you in gratitude. 

His warm lips just make you needier and encourage you to speed up your movements while you grip his shoulders for support. 

“That’s it, Bambi,” he mumbles in a lustful daze.

His arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer and aid your efforts, which you appreciate now that your legs are growing sore. 

Out of the corner of your eye you spot the strawberries and an idea flickers in your head. You reach for one, then place it halfway in your mouth and secure it with your teeth. Jungkook notices and inquisitively raises an eyebrow, but once he sees you leaning in, he realizes what you want.

He opens his mouth so you can place the remaining treat between his lips, causing them to touch on either side of the fruit. You bite down in unison, each chewing your respective pieces while making out to the beat of your hips. It’s an absolute mess as chocolate and strawberry juice squirts on your faces, but neither of you care as your tongues tangle together until you’re sharing in the sweet taste. 

The sugary flavor of the dessert heats up your kiss tenfold, and not only do your lips begin moving with more zeal, but your fingers pull harder on his wet strands while his leave indents on your flesh.

“You’re so,” Jungkook breathes between kisses. “Fucking hot.”

His compliment makes you blush and giggle when you end your kiss to wipe away the sticky remnants around your mouth. 

“That’s me, your hot little wifey.”

Jungkook smiles brighter than the sun and plants his feet on the bottom of the hot tub to start meeting your thrusts. It shocks your system and you instantly gasp while readjusting your hold on his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling backwards into the water. 

“Then let me fuck my wife how she deserves,” he declares.

Somehow you two always end up like this, but you’ll never say no to him ramming into you from below. 

You feel another orgasm approaching almost the very moment he steals control from you, which isn’t a surprise given what you’ve already done tonight. The new wave of euphoria is coasting on the coattails of the last and it’s obvious by the way Jungkook’s cock is twitching inside of you that he’s close, too.

“Please fill me up, Jungkook,” you beg. “I can’t wait to be pregnant with your child again.”

His responding moan is obscene, revealing just how badly he wants that. He then spreads his fingers along your spine and pulls you chest to chest, causing your hearts to beat up against each other as he fucks you with even more tenacity. 

“Don’t you worry, baby, at this rate it’ll happen in no time.”

As promised, the act that got you here in the first place occurs just minutes later after some vehement rolls of Jungkook’s hips. The two of you come together this time, your matching groans of pleasure echoing off the water as you ride out the high as a pair. 

You continue grinding in Jungkook’s lap even as he softens inside you, the feeling of his seed warming you up identical in comfort to that of the water surrounding you. 

“Goddamn,” he rasps.

Not only does he sound totally breathless, but his head falls to your shoulder as he halts your actions by holding your hips still.

“That good, huh?” 

He nods his head before lifting it to send you a familiar smile.

“Always.”

Even though you’re no longer doing anything intimate, you remain in his lap with his dick buried in your cunt. It’s soothing to still be connected, especially in combination with the hot water around you. 

Jungkook’s hands are slowly inching up and down your back while you rest your head on his shoulder. The silence is peaceful and neither of you mind just being in each other's arms for a while and not doing anything else. It’s been an unbelievably long day and with all the celebrations now behind you, the two of you can just exist.

“We’ll have to come back again to see everything Hawaii has to offer,” he notes after some time.

The statement confuses you, causing you to lift your head and meet his gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this trip is strictly for celebrating our marriage and making a baby, which means we aren’t leaving this fucking bungalow all week,” he explains.

“Jungkook!” You pout disapprovingly. “Can’t we at least go see a volcano or something?”

“Can we fuck at the volcano?”

Tilting your head side to side, you shrug after a brief mental debate.

“As long as there aren’t any people there.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up with intrigue upon hearing your answer.

“Damn, didn’t realize I was marrying such a freak.”

Your eyes roll on instinct, knowing damn well both he and you will have sex just about anywhere. 

Contrary to Jungkook’s master plan, you do check out some of the pretty sights and beaches, including a massive volcano. Unfortunately, the ample amount of fellow tourists prevents you from fucking while you’re there. Even with using up precious time to enjoy your honeymoon to its full extent, you still have so much sex you’re both sore by the time you’re boarding the plane home. 

You find out about a month later that none of your efforts led to conceiving another child, but once you move past the initial wave of disappointment, you both get excited about continuing the baby making at home as husband and wife.