In every universe, I am yours.....
Noir, the son of Jungkook and Y/n from their past life, trying his best to give his parents a happy ending that deserve.
Noir gently rocked Minjoon in his arms, while singing a soft lullaby. "Great now I have to babysit my siblings in another universe while my parents are having s*x." He mumbled.
But Minjoon opened her small eyes, "No, no, Minjoon sleep please." Noir said while singing the lullaby again. Her small eyes fought to stay open, as his soothing voice began to work.
A sudden realization struck him - Mr. and Mrs. Jeon were on their way home.
Noir carefully laid his sister in the bed and stepped out of the room. As he did, he could hear their moans. "Oh my gosh, sinful."
He put his hands over his ear and went outside the house.
Knowing his parents are occupied and teleported to the road outside.
With a sense of urgency, he scattered nails on the pavement, strategically placing them to ensure the car's tires would meet an unwelcome fate. The distant hum of the approaching vehicle grew louder.
As the car reached the nail-laden stretch, Noir watched from the shadows. It punctured the tires, the vehicle lost control and it got hit by the side tree.
Noir watched it, "Opss, she well deserves it after hitting eomma."
Noir knew he had bought precious time for his parents.
Noir quickly teleported back to his sister's room, resuming his efforts to lull her into a peaceful sleep. __
Y/n rushed to her in-laws' house when her mother-in-law called. Startled, she found them both with visible injuries.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
Her mother-in-law snapped, "Did Jungkook come home? Was he with you?"
"No, he hasn't. I came alone. What's going on?" Y/n lied, Jungkook went somewhere and told Y/n to not inform his mom
Ignoring her concern, her mother-in-law demanded, "Make some coffee for us. I will deal with you tomorrow."
Y/n hurried to the kitchen.
"Where are you coming from?" Jungkook's mother asks as she saw Jungkook enter the house.
Jungkook's eyes widened as he spotted his parents sitting on the couch with bandages. Concern etched across his face, he couldn't help but blurt out, "What happened? Are you both okay?"
His mother looked at Jungkook, "Just a little accident, nothing serious. We're fine, Jungkook."
Relieved, he nodded, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his father chimed in sternly, "What were you thinking, disappearing like that during the engagement? Hana's father was so mad, anyone would be!"
Jungkook, caught off guard, stammered, "I needed some air."
His parents exchanged a glance before his mother sighed, "You can't just vanish without a word, Jungkook."
Despite the lecture, Jungkook couldn't shake the rage from his parents, especially on his mother for hitting Y/n,
Jungkook hesitated, glancing at his mother. There was an urge to bring up Y/n and the hurt caused, but he held back, realizing it wasn't the right moment. "Get well soon, both of you. And rest."
He went to the kitchen where he saw Y/n, making coffee. He leaned and put his hands on the counter, "Should I make some for you too?" She asked.
Jungkook smiled. "Yeah, if you want me to stay up all night and fck you again."
She turned to him and shook her head with a smile. He placed a red rose on the counter. "I could only find this at this time."
"You went out at 12 AM for this?" Y/n asked.
He tugged her hair behind her ear, "Yeah, you should rest."
Y/n nodded her head. "I will, goodnight." __
Jungkook's father slammed the newspaper onto the table, eyes ablaze with frustration. "Elara on top news! What's this nonsense?" he bellowed, crumpling the paper in his hands. "I will sue the editor of this new paper for writing this news about her."
Jungkook picked up the new paper and smiled while looking at her picture. Jungkook, unfazed, responded, "Dad, it's nothing. She's just in the news because she looked pretty at the event."
His father's scowl deepened. "Pretty, you say? Look closer, son. It's not about her looks; it's about her being deemed fit to remarry into an elite class."
Jungkook, puzzled, retorted, "What's wrong with that? If she's happy, what's the harm?"
His mother, entering the room with a disappointed gaze, sighed. "Jungkook, she's your late brother's widow. It's not just about her happiness; it's about respecting his memory, your brother would be upset."
"Hyung is not even alive. He can't feel anything.
" Jungkook said.
"Are you serious? If something happens to you? Would you want your wife to remarry and forget you? Gosh, that sounds so disgraceful." His father exclaimed.
"Yeah I understand, but Hyung wasn't in love with her." Jungkook said.
His father looked at his mother, "Tell Elara to stop behaving like this, she is ruining our family image."
She nodded her head. "I will take care of her." __
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Jungkook quietly approached me, as I was wiping the window in the early morning light. He wrapped his arms around me.
"Jungkook, someone might see us." I said.
"I don't care about others." He pulled out a bouquet of white roses, a warm smile on his face.
"Oh, these are beautiful." I smiled.
"Just like you. Now, look at this." He said. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the faint nail marks I had left on his skin.
I hold his arm and rub my thumb over it. "Oops, sorry about that."
"No apologies. Now, you have to kiss them better." He said. I chuckled, he is just a baby.
I lean in to playfully kiss the marks, their morning filled with sweet moments. ___
