"I surrender who I've been for who you are." ~ Turning Page [Sleeping At Last]
It was quite a shock when Jungkook told the gang.
There was a mixture of responses: happy, upset, confused. He understood them all, but asked them to understand his position as well. The title would be passed onto Namjoon, and the dimple cheeked boy was surprised at that. He felt honored, thanking Jungkook a million times, but the ravenette just told him he deserved it.
It was hard to break out of his gang habits, even harder not to go out and kill every rapist and pedophile he saw on the news each morning. But he knew Namjoon would take care of it. The new gang leader and him kept close tabs with one another, and the friends were still obviously close with each other even if they weren't in the same line of work anymore.
What was even worse was the nightmares Jungkook would get, waking up and grabbing the gun hidden underneath his pillow. Everything he locked away for so many years had been resurfacing.
Rosie and Jungkook had been staying at each other's places more often now, with Rosie mainy crashing at his place. Rosie was there for those nights when Jungkook bursted into tears and held his gun at the wall like someone was there, and Jungkook was there for the nights Rosie screamed and spasmed like she was being hit repeatedly.
They were both helping each other heal; both showing their wounds and letting the other stitch it up with care.
"Do you love me?" Jungkook asked through trembling lips, his eyes watery.
He was having a particularly rough night, and he was snuggled against Rosie's chest as she cradled his head. Her heartbeat provided a nice lullaby against his ear and her thumb was soothing across his tear-stained cheeks softly, making him feel safe in her hold.
"I love you more than I can describe," she reassures him, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I love you so much."
Jungkook didn't doubt her love, but on nights like these, he felt vulnerable. He needed her to just hold him and tell him she loved him and that everything would be okay. And she always did, and it always made him feel better.
5 YEARS LATER
Rosie's heels echoed against the floor as she entered the grand building, catching the attention of the people on the ground floor. She felt her cheeks warm slightly at the attention but continued walking towards the shocked receptionist, folding her sunglasses and putting them into her coat pocket as she smiled kindly.
"M-mrs. Jeon," the receptionist says nervously, audibly gulping.
Rosie finds herself laughing softly at the name. Jungkook had ordered everyone in the building to address her as that and only that, and she found it both cute and amusing.
"How are you, Aria?" Rosie asks, giggling when the receptionist continued to stare up at her in awe. "I'm gonna go now. It was nice seeing you again."
"Y-yeah," Aria says weakly, watching her disappear into the elevator.
Rosie found it somewhat strange how everyone always seemed so surprised when she went to visit Jungkook. Like she was some celebrity that had entered the building.
"Hey, Minnie," she grins as she walks past the personal secretary desk, the now raven-haired calling a greeting back.
Jimin had followed Jungkook to his work field and left his gang days behind him, preferring to socialize and plan in a more safe environment. There were still those days when he missed running the streets, but he still got to work with his friend and Jungkook paid him generously, so he couldn't really complain.
Rosie lands a warning knock on his door before opening it, her face lighting up as she takes in the ravenette. She shut the door and giggled when the ravenette stood up from his seat, running towards him as best as she could in heels and squealing when he picked her up and spun her around.
"Missed you," he sighs, kissing her deeply.
Rosie moans into his mouth and wraps one arm around his neck as he lifts her up and carries her to his chair, the bag in her other hand held tightly.
"Jungkookie," she giggles breathlessly, pushing at his shoulders gently. "We can't."
"Why not?" he frowns, pulling back.
"We've already done it so many times in here this week," she blushes.
"And?"
Rosie huffs in embarrassment and shoves the bag into his chest, and the ravenette beamed when he saw all the goodies inside.
"I'll eat real quick and then we can?" he asks in excitement.
"Just eat," she says, giggling when he huffed and grabbed the banana milk from the bag.
Rosie found it amusing to see the ravenette drink the banana milk so grumpily, a pout on his lips and his eyebrows furrowed angrily. He was supposed to be this big, bad boy CEO, but here he was, pouting and sliding his hand up and down her thigh as he asked in a small voice if they could "pretty please do it?"
"Eat first," she repeats with a laugh, taking out the food for him. "I have a surprise after."
"Oh," Jungkook hums before a smirk crawls onto his lips. "Oh."
The couple catch up as he eats his lunch, Rosie making sure to check that he wasn't working too hard. The ravenette sometimes overworked himself to exhaustion, and Rosie was very upset when he didn't come home one night because he fell asleep in the office.
Jungkook had promised to never do that again, and to this day, he has kept it. He learned a hard lesson of balancing work and family, and family would always come first before his business.
"I'm done~," he sings, his voice hinting as he smirks and throws away the bag.
Rosie blushes and kisses him quickly before standing up and taking a few steps back. Her fingers worked at unbuttoning her coat and Jungkook bit his lip in anticipation, his hands squeezing the handles of his swivel chair.
The coat dropped to the floor and along with it, Jungkook's jaw. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he cocked his head to the side with a smirk, the burning desire to have her whining underneath him consuming him completely.
"You're being a bad bunny." His accent was thick in his voice as he spoke, his dark eyes flicking up to hers.
Jungkook's hands smoothed out over her hips to cup her ass as she slid onto his lap, a flustered giggle parting from her lips. No matter how many times they would do it, the butterflies and excitement never seemed to go away.
"Do you like it?" she asks, her lips finding their way to his ear. "I dressed up just for you. I wore your favorite lingerie all the way into the office, and no one knows except for you."
She felt his fingers dig into her ass as his grip tightened, and a deep growl escaped his lips. His breathing was already picking up, as if trying to control himself, but when her lips sucked at the lobe of his ear, his patience snapped.
Rosie gasps as her world spun, and she was suddenly laid flat against his desk with her cheek pressed against the wood. His one hand had her wrists locked behind her back and his other delivered a hard spank onto her right cheek, eliciting a whine from her lips.
"What should I do with you, huh?" he mutters, more to himself, as he bends down and kisses her shoulder. "Fuck you until you can't walk? Fill you with my cum and plug you up with your secret toy stashed here?"
"Jungkook," she gasps, her cheeks burning.
"What, baby?" he coos, sliding his palm down her back before spanking her hard, watching with sadistic eyes as she jolts against his desk. "Tell me what you want."
"Wanna—wanna ride you, please," she breathes out.
Jungkook waits a second before releasing his hold on her wrists, and he sits down on his chair again with his legs spread. He motions towards his slacks with his hand and watches as she immediately fell to her knees, his lips set into a smirk.
His composure quickly fell, though, when she nuzzled her face into his crotch and whined, the vibration sent straight to his hardening cock. He could feel the kitten licks of her tongue teasing him through the fabric and he quickly buried his hand into her hair, pulling her back slightly.
"Don't tease, baby," he rasps.
Rosie nods, quickly undoing his belt and practically ripping down his pants. While she was kissing along his cock and bringing him to full hardness, Jungkook was fumbling with the buttons of his work shirt, cursing underneath his breath.
"Up, baby," he orders, throwing the shirt elsewhere. "Come ride Daddy."
It was probably a good thing that Jungkook had made his office room soundproof. With how many times the couple ended up having sex in here, he was sure his employees would be fleeing if they heard the sort of noises they made.
"J-jungkookie," she gasps, clutching onto his shoulders. She was fucking down on his cock desperately, little mewls and gasps escaping her swollen lips when his cock pressed against her spot.
"Fuck, baby, how are you even real?" he pants, smacking her ass before holding the cheek in a bruising grip.
Rosie giggles breathlessly and Jungkook feels his heart melt, moving forward to capture her in a kiss. They breathed heavily through their noses as they refused to pull away, their hands smoothing over each other's bodies as they itched to feel as close as possible.
Rosie was the first one to pull away, sinking down lower and circling her hips as she wrapped her lips around one of his nipples. Jungkook's reaction was immediate, gasping loudly and letting his head fall back against the chair as his eyes fluttered shut.
"Baby," he moans brokenly as her teeth catch around the nipple, giving it a small tug before soothing the hardened bud with her tongue.
Rosie had been with her lover long enough to learn how sensitive his nipples were, and it didn't take long before she learned how reactive he was when she touched them in the bedroom.
"Jungkook," she whispers, pulling her head up to brush her lips against his. "Wanna cum."
Jungkook could feel the tremble of her legs and he cupped the sides of them in his hands before telling her to hold onto him. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and Jungkook planted his feet onto the floor, he fucked up with hard jabs that had her seeing stars.
"Oh, fuck—Jungkook," she whimpers, tugging at his hair.
It didn't take her long before her body seized up and she came with a long whine, the tightness of her walls making his hips stutter. He grunted with each thrust as he chased after his own release, and when it finally came, he pulled her off to cum against her stomach instead.
"Fuck," he pants, falling back against the chair.
When they finally cleaned up and managed to lazily change—Jungkook just in his slacks while Rosie wore his white dress shirt—they sat back on the chair and Jungkook used his toes to swivel them around. He wrapped his arms around Rosie from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder as they faced the view out his large window. The sun was starting to set and it painted the city in a mixture of orange and pink, a pretty and relaxing view that they both enjoyed.
"Will you marry me?"
Rosie's head flew to the side to look at him when the question escaped his lips, and Jungkook smiled, kissing her forehead.
"Not now, my love," he voices softly. "But... I really want to marry you in the near future. Maybe in a year or two after I get this business shit sorted out."
"Jungkookie," she whispers, turning to straddle him as her eyes brimmed with tears.
"Will you?" he asks, now growing nervous.
"Of course I'll marry you," she whispers, smashing her lips onto his.
She giggles through the kiss as the tears cascade down her cheeks, overwhelmed with emotion. There were too many things going on right now for them to get married, but eventually, there would be a time when they would tie the knot.
Jungkook reaches his hand back and blindly pulls one of his desk drawers open, reaching for the jewelry box. When he felt the velvet box in his hand, he gently pulled away from her lips, smiling up at her with that bunny smile of his.
"Promise me you'll marry me," he says more than asks, his tattooed fingers pulling back the top of the box to show her the most beautiful ring she has ever seen.
"Jungkook," she cries, nodding rapidly. "I promise."
Jungkook slides the ring on her finger and beams when it fits just right. He may or may not have already been planning this for a long time, secretly taking her ring size when she fell asleep one night.
"I love you," he says, and his voice was filled with such devotion and love. "I promise to never stop loving you."
Rosie looks down at the ring with tears flying down her cheeks. The diamond was absolutely gorgeous and it looked perfect on her finger. It served as a reminder that she and Jungkook had a job now. To love and protect each other for the rest of their lives.
Jungkook hums in surprise when she kisses him again, hard, and he chuckles against her lips as he soothes his hands down her back.
Finally, Jungkook knew his real purpose in life. It wasn't to run a gang that his dad left him when he was only 14. It wasn't to hunt down and kill every bad person out there—whether they deserved it or not.
It was, in simple terms, Rosie.
Jungkook raised her ring finger to his lips and pressed his trembling lips to it, a stray tear falling down his cheek. Her agreement of marriage meant more to him than anything else, and he would be damned if he let anything get in the way of it.
"We're engaged," he cries, giving her a watery smile.
"We're engaged, Jungkookie," she repeats, laughing softly as she wipes away at his tears.
Their lips met once again and they tasted each other's salty tears, uncontrollable smiles breaking out on their faces. They tried to keep kissing, but they kept giggling when their noses bumped slightly or smiling as soon as the other's lips touched their own.
It would be awhile before they did a ceremony, but it would be beautiful. The white dress, the vows, the crazy reception, they wanted it all. And as they both looked down at her ring in awe, they knew that day would come soon. They were completely and utterly lost in one another, and they would continue to be, in both sickness and health, for the rest of their lives.
THE END
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