Inspired by Naughty by @artyoongi on Wattpad.
(P.S. by now we should start calling this a smutshots book.)
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I knew I couldn't have him all to myself. I knew that at the start of all this. But I knew I wanted him and he wanted me.
My stupid neighbor, Mr. Jeon. He kept me obedient.
Today was a normal day for us. He played in the yard with his kids, the summer season allowing them to have water slides and small pools set up. His wife brought food out to the three of them every few hours. Then she'd disappear inside. Her fair skin couldn't handle much sunlight.
I sat in my bedroom, desk chair pulled up to the wall as I stared out the window at them. My window was open, and my fan was blasting beside me. I heard nothing and saw everything.
He loved his kids, that was obvious, and he never complained about his wife, yet still...
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On Sunday, when Mrs. Jeon took the kids to church, I left the house like normal. I told my parents I was going to dance class and I made my way to the Jeon's back door.
Only lately have I understood how much he doesn't want people to know about us. I can't use the front door and we never leave the house when we're together. We're always alone. Before I leave, we clean everything, making sure not a single trace of me is left in his life until the next Sunday.
But I keep coming back. I know he wants me, and I feel like he loves me. Though every time I ask him, he says he "would never leave [his] family" and I'm left feeling like a prostitute who never gets paid.
Finally, he comes to the door. He's fresh out of the pool, swimming trunks on and towel wrapped around his neck.
"You're early."
"Am I?" I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the time. In fact, I was five minutes early.
"What if the kids forgot something and Soo Mi had to come back?"
"I'm sorry," I dropped my gaze to the patio under my feet, "She normally sticks to the schedule. She's good about those things."
I didn't like Mrs. Jeon. She was the reason I couldn't have Jungkook all to myself. But I had nothing bad to say about her. After all, she was perfect and that's probably why Jungkook preferred her over me. I'm still in high school and I have zero life skills. Mrs. Jeon is a caretaker, mother, and business woman all in one; plus she's a very beautiful woman with flawless skin, proportioned facial features, and pretty, long hair.
"Jimin," his breath danced across my neck and his voice was low in my right ear, "Come inside, Precious. It's hot outside."
His hand slipped into mine and he pulled me inside the house. The outside of the house wasn't as beautiful as the inside, which looked like it shouldn't belong next my own house.
There were chandeliers instead normal, simple light fixtures and the entire house's flooring was wood. I'd learned it was easier to clean cum off that than carpet.
The furniture put my comfy, memory-foam bean bag chair to shame and the stair railings were hand carved.
Jungkook was a busy man and he made a lot of money, so I was always thankful that he made time for me every week. Otherwise, I would be left feeling alone and unloved.
"Precious," he called to me and I looked up, "What's wrong?"
I realized I had stopped in the middle of the living room. "Thank you," I smiled, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly looked away from him and wiped it away.
Suddenly, I was in his arms and he was kissing me. I fell into it, the way I always did. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up with a grunt, one that set my heart aflame.
Seconds later, my back collided with a wall and I lightly moaned, stopping the kiss as I pulled back for a breath.
"Why are you upset, Precious?"
His fingers trailed down my cheek and I closed my eyes, "I don't know."
"Did you fail a test?"
"No, I always study. You know that."
"Are you in trouble at home?"
"Not that I know of," I shook my head.
He was quiet for a while then hummed, "Are all your friends okay?"
I nodded.
"Precious," he lightly kissed me, "Look at me."
Slowly, I opened my eyes, batting my eyelashes a few times, "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I hate her," my voice cracked and I knew it was useless trying to keep myself from crying.
"Who?" The look on his face made me think he actually cared. His big eyes focused on me, his brow furrowed, lip pulled between his teeth as he waited on me to answer.
"Your wife," I whispered before a hiccup choked me.
Then everything changed. He dropped my feet to the floor and moved away from me and I knew I had struck a cord. I insulted Soo Mi, the second most perfect human on this Earth.
"Jimin, we've talked about this," he stopped behind the love seat, where we laid last week and cuddled.
"I know and I'm sorry."
"Are you going to stop seeing me?" He turned back and seemed almost worried. But what reason did he have to worry about ending his affair?
"I don't know."
"Is that why you're sorry?"
"I don't know," I fell to the floor and let myself sob. I hugged myself, knowing all too well he wouldn't comfort me.
But, for some reason, he was in front me in the next few seconds.
When I opened my eyes, I saw his angry glare and it only made me want to cry more. I upset him and that was the last thing I wanted.
"I'm s-so-sorry."
"You can't leave me, Precious," he shook his head slightly.
I clamped my lips shut, making sure I didn't make a single sound.
"I won't let you."
"Ju-Jungkook."
"Do I have to show you? Do I have to show you how I own you?"
I shook my head, trying to move away from him, but I had no where to go.
"You're mine, Precious, remember?"
Immediately I nodded, "I remember. I know. I'm yours, I belong to you, please," I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, "Please don't."
"I have to," his expression looked pained, "You know I have to."
"Please," I moved my hands to his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.
He didn't let it last long, much to my dismay, and then he was tugging my clothes off.
"I have to," he placed his large hand on my neck once I was naked and I found myself sniffling, "Dry your tears, Precious."
I reached up and rubbed at my eyes furiously. He moved away from me, pulling a blanket off the sofa before coming back to me. He spread the blanket out on the floor next to me, then pushed me to lay down. Seconds later I felt his teeth in my skin; his canines like needles as he sucked.
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My closet door was a mirror, one I used often to gauge the damage Jungkook had done to me. Other times I used it to watch myself as I thought of ways Jungkook could damage me.
This time, I was covered from literal head to toe in love bites. The highest one was on my jaw and the lowest on the top of my foot.
The ones on my hips looked pretty, but the others were sloppy. Jungkook always told me how much he loved my hips.
The loud screeching of tires on the main road outside drew my attention to my open window.
I grabbed my t-shirt and threw it on before moving to my window. A moving truck was stopped across the street and a tall guy with brown hair jumped out of the driver's seat.
I watched him for a bit and he seemed to be moving into the house across from my own.
Then my gaze turned to the Jeon house. It was quiet, like normal on a Monday. After school, Jungkook and Soo Mi always took their kids out for ice cream. Then they'd come over to my house and I'd entertain the kids while their parents got a break.
"Hey!" someone yelled and I turned back towards the moving truck.
The tall guy was waving at me and I waved back.
"Could you come give me a hand?!"
"Um," I looked back inside my bedroom, then to Jungkook's house. He wouldn't like me hanging around another older man, "Yeah, sure! One second!"
"Thank you!"
I gave one last awkward wave before I slipped back into my room. I got dressed and made my way outside.
The guy was leaning on our mailbox at the end of our walkway. "Hello, nice to meet you!" He smiled and I had to pause. His smile was so large and really unusual.
"Hello," I bowed when I stopped next to him, "Nice to meet you too. I'm Park Jimin."
"Kim Tae Hyung," he grabbed my arm and pulled me across the street, not even bothering to check for oncoming vehicles.
"Are you moving in here?" I pointed to the house that had been vacant for a few years after my old neighbor passed away.
"Yep!" He smiled again, "A kid like you should be able to help me pack boxes, right?"
"How old are you, Mr. Kim?" I raised my brow as he handed me a box with a disco ball and mini basketball hoop.
"Twenty-six," he smiled and started walking in front of me into the house.
He's two years older than Jungkook, who should be coming back any time now. I looked over my shoulder and exhaled when I saw that his car wasn't in his driveway.
"You can set that stuff over here, Jiminie," Mr. Kim's nickname threw me for a loop and I almost dropped the box.
He set two boxes down in the far corner of the living room and I followed suit.
"C'mon, there's a lot more where that came from."
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I never looked at my house when Jungkook and his family came home.
After a bit, the kids came to help me and Tae Hyung carry boxes and their parents sat on my front lawn with my parents.
"Hey, guys," Tae Hyung started sifting through a box, "First one to find my lava lamp gets five bucks."
The kids' eyes lit up and they started grabbing boxes and looking through them.
Jungkook's daughter rushed inside to go through those boxes.
"Do you have little ones of your own?" I asked and picked up another box.
Mr. Kim did the same, getting a rather large box that seemed heavy- if his flexed muscles had anything to say about it, "Just one."
"Oh, do you have a wife as well?" I sat my box down next to Jungkook's daughter and moved to help Mr. Kim set his box down.
"Used to," he sighed once the weight was gone, "Now I live here."
I understood that he meant he was divorced and it made me feel insensitive for asking, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," he grinned, "How else are you gonna get to know me?"
"I found it!" Jungkook's daughter yelled.
We looked over and found her holding up the glass part of a lava lamp.
Tae Hyung smiled and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a five dollar bill, "Set it down in the floor right there and come collect your prize."
I couldn't help noticing the photo in his wallet, one of a little boy that couldn't be over two years old.
"That's Jae Seok," he held his wallet out to me.
I glanced at him before I took it and I found myself smiling at the photo, "He's so cute."
"Looks like me, right?" Mr. Kim smirked, taking his wallet and shoving it back into his pocket.
"Not answering," I mumbled and left the house to get more boxes.
I found the kids in the front yard, admiring their new five dollars. I also found Jungkook crouched in front of them, picking grass from his son's hair.
"Hello Mr. Jeon," I greeted him politely.
"Hello Jimin," he smiled at me, but I saw the threat in his eyes.
I brushed it off, which I'm sure only made it worse.
I heard Tae Hyung introduce himself as I grabbed the last box in the truck and jumped out.
As I passed Tae Hyung, I brushed his arm and gave a flirty smile his way, "This is the last one Mr. Kim."
We held gazes as I walked into the house and a glance towards Jungkook told me I upset him. Good.
I stared at the mountains of boxes and realized that Tae Hyung had no furniture. He said that he had ordered a bed from a local shop, (which I went to when I outgrew my toddler bed) but that it wouldn't be delivered until the morning.
I felt bad for him, having a house of boxes and no where to sleep comfortably.
"Jimin, your mother wants you home," Mr. Kim's voice pulled me from my mind. I turned to him and smiled, his figure illuminated by the evening sun shining through the large window behind him.
"Okay," I made my way towards the door, then stopped and turned back, "Are you sure you'll be okay here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just...we have an empty guest room at home and you've been working all afternoon."
"I had help. Besides, I'll probably just stay up until tomorrow morning putting everything into place. Thank you for the offer."
I nodded, feeling myself blush as I left the house.
I crossed the street, walking up to my front door, when the squeak of the porch swing made me turn my head.
Jungkook sat there, glaring at me.
"Did you forget something?" I asked quietly.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What do you mean?"
He pointed to the house across the street and I smirked.
"Helping out our new neighbor," I opened my front door, "He's pretty cute, don't you think?"
One last look at Jungkook and I knew I'd be hearing about this later.
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Other than Mondays, I had no interaction with Jungkook's family.
His kids called me their friend, and his wife the 'little cutie next door'.
If only she knew she wasn't the only one who liked my tanned skin and big ass. For these reasons, Jungkook tried to keep me at a distance from his family. The less we saw each other, the less chance there was of me letting something slip.
But all throughout the week, Jungkook messaged me, angry that I flirted with another 'boy' in front of him. Tae Hyung was a man. He sacrificed everything to make his
ex-wife happy and give his son the best opportunities.
Jungkook hides his true self in the shadows and prays that no one sees his 'sins'.
Yet, I still craved him.
So, on Sunday, I waited for Soo Mi and the kids to leave and then I went to see him.
I never had the chance to knock on the door. It opened as soon as I stepped foot on the patio and Jungkook was glaring at me.
I walked in, as if everything were normal, as if I hadn't tried to make him jealous.
The door slammed as I crossed the kitchen and soon I found myself against the counter.
He growled in my ear before he bit my neck and gripped my length through my sweatpants.
"How dare you," he muttered, "You're mine. How dare you."
"Wh-What do you mean?" I breathed out.
"Don't play innocent, Precious," he shook his head, his dark eyes drilling holes into me, "You flirted with some idiot right in front of me. You abandoned me in favor of helping him."
"You were across the street," I furrowed my brow, "And I took care of your kids like always, what was so different? Sorry I didn't bring you and your wife lemonade, but I was helping someone out!"
"He thinks you're interested in him now!" He raised his voice, which he seldom does.
"No he doesn't. He just got divorced-"
"He's a desperate man, Jimin," he grabbed my jaw, "He'll do anything to take you from me."
After a moment's silence, he roughly kissed me and I kissed back, meeting his intensity.
When we parted I kept my eyes closed as I said, "Aren't you desperate too, then?"
He moved away from me and I relaxed. My punishment wasn't as bad as I had thought it'd be.
"Be on the couch when I come back. On your knees." Although this was only the start.
I watched as he left the kitchen, moving to the laundry room. To avoid losing the only man I'll ever love, I stepped through to the living room and started to undress myself.
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"Jimin," my friend, Ho Seok, reached over to me and pat my head, "You seem sore. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just...pulled a muscle at the gym. I'll be fine," I gave him my best smile and turned back towards the board.
I couldn't sit still. I had bruises on my ass in the shape of Jungkook's large hands. My ribs had bite marks etched into them and I could barely sit up straight. Our teacher hated when we slouched, so that wasn't an option.
I had just enough concealer and foundation left to cover up the marks on my neck, but I was afraid the heat was making me sweat too much and they would all be visible before the end of the day.
Before I left yesterday, Jungkook told me to never speak to Mr. Kim again, but this morning I spoke to him on my way to the bus stop. He was signing off on the delivery of his bed.
His messy hair and uncovered torso gave me reason to think Jungkook wasn't the best looking man out there.
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"Hey guys," I hugged Jungkook's kids as they burst into my room.
"Hey Jimin hyung!"
"Hi oppa!"
I chuckled at them and they both climbed onto my bed to join me in watching a movie.
Of course it was child appropriate, I knew they were coming over. It was Monday afternoon.
I wasn't very energetic today, so I decided to help Soo Mi out and put the kids to bed. Whenever we watched movies they fell asleep while leaning against my sides.
However, unusually, Jungkook appeared in my bedroom moments later. He took a seat in my desk chair and watched the movie with us.
I stared at him throughout the movie, noticing how he ignored me after telling me not to ignore him less than twenty four hours ago.
My door fell shut as the AC kicked on and the kids were asleep by now.
Near the end of the movie, Jungkook finally stood and walked over to me.
He leaned down over me and pressed a kiss to my lips.
"Your kids are here," I whispered.
"They're asleep," he smiled, "I miss your room, Jimin."
He used to sneak over and see me through the week, but as his job became less demanding he had less excuses to get out of the house.
"Okay," I simply responded.
"Don't do this," he shook his head slightly, "Please don't. I saw you this morning and after I told you..."
"Jungkook," I leaned up and pecked his cheek, "You're no good for me, so I can't be yours anymore."
My heart broke and his eyes became softer the longer he stared at me.
"What are you saying?" he whispered.
"I can't do this anymore," I turned away from him.
"Jimin," he touched my cheek, but I pushed him away, which stung more than anything. I wanted him to touch me and I couldn't deny it, but he would never love me the way I needed him to.
"Precious please," he sounded like he was choking on air, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him.
I didn't speak as he pressed kisses into my stomach, right next to his daughter's hand.
He laid against me for a while, until the movie ended in fact, and then he got up. He woke the kids up, unlike usual, and told them it was time to leave.
They whined and hugged me goodbye before leaving me to myself to cry my eyes out.
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For weeks, I cried myself to sleep while thinking of Jungkook, of all the affection I gave up.
I lost my appetite and my parents became so worried they consulted a therapist.
Jungkook never brought his kids back over. I think he told Soo Mi that I was studying for exams.
I could only quietly watch the happy family next door from my closed bedroom window as I cried.
I talked to Mr. Kim a lot, though. He always managed to make me forget Jungkook for a few hours with a pizza party or water gun fights in the street.
I could only hope he didn't notice how careful I was when we got close to Jungkook's house.
One night, after my first day of exams, Tae Hyung invited me over for some instant ramen. I managed to stomach that without wanting to force myself to puke.
We watched old movies and cringed at the lines for hours, but after a while he became serious; turned into the adult I only saw once- when his ex brought his son to see him.
"Is everything alright with you, Jimin?"
"What do you mean?" I stuffed my mouth full of noodles.
"You seem...less bright...than when we met. If you're bored with me, I'd understand. I'm an old man compared to you after all."
I shook my head and sat my bowl down, "That's not it. Sorry I...bring you down. Life just isn't as happy lately."
"Why not?"
Jungkook left me. Well, I left Jungkook, but he made no effort to communicate with me, so he must not care at all. Precious. God I hate that word now. It used to mean everything.
"I feel lost," I finally answered.
"Ah, I see," he nodded, "Your last year of school. Do you know what you wanna do after high school?"
"Be a dance teacher," I nodded, "I like kids and ballet. So if I teach kids, I think I'll be happy."
"Very sensible," Mr. Kim nodded, "Do you have a certain place you wanna live? Like, at home with your parents, or move out on your own?"
I wanna live with Jungkook. I wanna be the one who snuggles against him at night and wakes up to his dick pressed against their thigh.
"I guess I could stay home. The studio I like isn't far from here."
"Oh, so you already have your eye on a certain place to work at?"
"Yeah, I take classes there on Sundays," I told him this and for a change it was actually true. I used to take dance classes on Thursdays and lie about it on Sundays.
"Maybe that'll help you get a job," he suggested.
"Maybe," I shrugged, "The owner's daughter likes me, but...I'm not into all that."
"A teenager who won't date? Never heard that one before."
"No I mean," I shrugged, "People my age. They're not...what I like," my eyes drifted to his, and I found him staring at me.
"Date someone younger then," he sloshed his wine around in his glass.
"I...no," I shook my head.
"Older girls, then?" He smirked, "Seen any cute ones lately?"
"Mr. Kim....I...I trust you. So, I need to tell you that...I'm not straight."
After a second he hummed, "I thought as much."
"What?" I furrowed my brow.
"Anyone who sneaks into a married man's house, when said man's wife leaves, and stays for hours, has no innocent intentions."
"You saw me?"
"It's a good thing that it ended between you two, Jimin. Relationships like that aren't good ones. Tell me honestly, it hurt to see him with his family, didn't it?"
Slowly, I nodded and leaned into the back of the couch.
"Why were you so nice to them if you despise the love they receive from him?"
"They didn't know I was stealing his attention," I hugged myself and spoke quietly, "I was betraying them. I owed them that much."
"You've had time to think all this through," Mr. Kim sighed, "How long had it been going on?"
"Two years."
"You were sixteen?"
"He came over one summer and kissed me. He told me there wasn't anyone more beautiful and I believed him."
"Did you fall in love with him?"
"I think so," I nodded then shook my head before taking off my glasses and rubbing my eyes, "But I don't want to anymore. It hurts so much to even look out my window."
I felt Tae Hyung's arm wrap around my shoulders and I leaned into him, enjoying the strength that radiated off him. He was so brave and the exact opposite of self centered. Why couldn't Jungkook be like him?
"It will hurt. But I'm sure you'll be fine once you move on. Things get better with time."
I'd heard this time and time again, most recently from my mother who was still trying to get me to open up to her.
I couldn't tell her about Jungkook, though, so I was glad Mr. Kim understood.
He pulled back a bit and looked down to me with his usual grin. He tapped my nose before grabbing my hand.
"Mr. Kim?"
"He was a fool, Jimin," Tae Hyung sadly smiled, "He let you go. He lost something amazing."
"Mr-"
"You know me better than that," his eyes clouded over, reflecting something similar to lust, although it was less animalistic, "Tae Hyung will do just fine."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and before I knew it I was on my back.
Tae Hyung was towered over me and pushing me into the soft couch cushions.
His teeth grazed my neck and then he moved to kiss me.
After a few seconds I responded by wrapping my limbs around his neck and waist.
And that was the night I kissed someone for hours. That was the night I came first instead of secondhand to another's desires. That was the night I realized how horribly I let myself be treated by Jungkook.
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I woke up in Tae Hyung's arms, my body tangled in the sheets of his bed. I felt my thigh pressed against his erection and I couldn't help but smile.
This was all I ever wanted from Jungkook. Just one morning like this for the last two years.
My first time with Mr. Kim and he gave me everything.
I looked up to find him awake and he smiled, "Morning sunshine."
"Morning."
"You're late for school, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. We're alternating days between exams this year. The school system wants to see if that will help improve scores."
"And if it doesn't?"
"Don't care," I laid my ear against his chest again, "I'm outta there after this year and I think I'll do just fine no matter what day I take a stupid test."
"Love the confidence," he pulled me closer and I felt his lips against my hair.
I hummed happily and pushed myself up. For once, I didn't feel sore after having sex.
Tae Hyung wrapped his arms around my torso, lightly biting the one place where I was sure I had a hickey, "You look so beautiful when you smile."
Jungkook never told me anything like that.
"Thank you, Tae Hyung," I leaned into him and kissed the underside of his jaw.
"Mm, maybe just Tae," he chuckled, "I'm definitely gonna call you Sunshine and baby all the damn time."
"I'm not a baby," I whined.
"You're my baby now," he wrapped me in a hug and pushed me to lay down again as he towered over me.
I giggled and let my legs frame his hips as he slid back into me.
I closed my eyes and moaned at the familiar and welcome feeling of being filled.
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"You're eating again," my mother commented, "Does that mean you're feeling better?"
"A lot," I nodded and smiled, "Oh, Momma, Mr. Kim wants to take me bowling. Is it okay for me to stay at his place tonight?"
"You have school tomorrow."
"He said he'd take me on his way to work."
She looked to my father and they had a silent discussion then she turned back and nodded, "I guess. Just be home tomorrow evening. The Jeons are coming over for dinner and the kids miss you."
"Okay," my spirits fell at the mention of the Jeons. I had finally realized what love really was and now I had to face Jungkook before the pain was gone.
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I went back to Tae's late that night. I had to study a bit beforehand and then I had to pack all my things for school as well as clothes to change into after I showered and when I got up in the morning.
Tae kept a spare toothbrush for me in his bathroom and I loved using his shampoo and body wash. That way I smelled like him for the next twenty four hours.
He talked to me while I showered and wrapped a towel around me when I was done, only to carry me to bed and dry me off.
I giggled as he dragged the towel down my legs and then back up, only teasing me when he knew what I wanted.
"Tae," I reached out and grabbed his arms, "Please don't tease me."
He smirked and tossed the towel to the side. I'm sure the bedsheets were wet now, but if he didn't care it really wasn't a problem.
He moved down my body, kissing random places before he made it to my growing member. He quickly swallowed me and I threw my head back in a moan.
He knew how to make me feel loved, how to make me feel like I mattered. And I loved him for that.
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After school the next day, I came home. I was the first home and Tae wasn't back yet, so I went straight to my room.
I sat my bag down and pulled my uniform's blazer off.
While I moved toward my closet, my bedroom door opened. I was hoping to see Tae sneaking in, but instead Jungkook stood in my doorway.
His hair was anything but well-kept. His usually light-tan skin was an almost translucent white and he had red puffy eyes. He'd been crying and I wondered how he had kept it from Soo Mi.
"Jimin," his voice cracked as he rushed over to me. He wrapped me in his arms and started sobbing, whispering 'I miss you' and 'I'm sorry' into my hair.
I fought the prominent urge to hug him, to kiss him. I couldn't forgive him that easily. He used me, mistreated me, took me for granted.
"Please say something, Precious," he choked on his words, "Please."
"Go home and wait for your wife," I muttered.
"Jimin-"
"Stop, please. I'm happy now, just please leave. Leave me alone."
"You don't mean that," he pulled back and grabbed my shoulders, "You don't mean that, baby, I know you don't. You love me, don't you?"
I thought for a second, about all the times I asked him that exact same question. Then it slipped. "I would never leave Tae Hyung."
"Tae Hyung?" His eyes grew cold and it was almost as if he was never crying in the first place.
"Yeah...my boyfriend," I nodded.
Jungkook's grip on my shoulders tightened and he seemed to be gritting his teeth, "Boyfriend?"
I pushed him away from me and he growled, "You don't own me anymore-"
"And he does?!"
"No!" I yelled, shocking him, "No he doesn't! No one owns me! I'm my own person and Tae Hyung lets me be myself! What did you ever do besides belittle me and hide us from everyone?"
He opened his mouth, but for once he had no words.
"Go to your wife and your kids. You love them remember?"
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I went to Tae's after Jungkook finally left my house. My boyfriend still wasn't home, but I waited on his doorstep.
He pulled up about thirty minutes later, and rushed to my side, probably because I was crying.
"Sunshine?" He sat next to me and I leaned into him, "Baby, what happened?"
"Jungkook," I choked out, "He came into my house."
"What? When?" Tae pushed me back and placed his palms on my cheeks.
"An hour ago, maybe? I told him to go home and he eventually did-"
"He didn't touch you, did he?"
"No, I...I yelled at him."
Tae Hyung calmed after a few seconds and then smiled, "You did good, Jimin. You took care of yourself."
I was happy to be praised, but something felt different from the way Tae Hyung held me compared to Jungkook.
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That night, I had dinner with Jungkook, Soo Mi and the kids. I had Jungkook's son on my right and his daughter on my left. Jungkook himself sat across from me next to his wife. My parents took the seats at the ends of the table.
Everything was fine and we ate well, myself not as much as everyone else, but my parents didn't seem to notice.
"Jimin, can you and Jungkook clear the table please?" My mother smiled at the both of us.
Soo Mi pat Jungkook's leg and the father of two stood up.
I slowly followed suit, making sure the kids were truly finished before I took their plates and stacked them on mine. I carried a stack to the kitchen and placed them beside the sink.
I could hear Jungkook collecting more dishes as I ran the sink full of water and poured some dish soap in.
I started scraping leftover food off plates into the garbage disposal and then dropped them in the water.
When I was almost finished, Jungkook appeared beside me, setting another stack down.
I glanced at him, feeling my body tense at the sight of his eyes. When he sighed, I had to look away so I wouldn't forgive him.
"Jimin," his hand landed on my hip and he turned me to look at him, "I'm sorry about everything. Really, I am. I...was so terrible to you and I-"
His words caught in his throat and I dropped my eyes to the floor, "I can't do it again, Jungkook."
"What? Do what, Precious?" He kept his voice low as he stroked my cheek.
"I can't hide anymore and I can't go back to how things were. I don't need someone to take control of me, I need someone who will show me they love me. You never did."
"Baby, please," he sunk to his knees and rest his chin against my stomach as he looked up at me, "I'll do anything, just come back to me, please."
"Jungkook-"
"Please, Jimin."
"I can't," I sadly smiled and ran my fingers through his hair, "If you can love me, maybe I can forgive you. But I can't share you anymore and I shouldn't have to."
"Jimin, I have a family-"
"All the more reason for us to be apart."
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"Tae!" I squealed as he lifted me onto his shoulder.
"Are you hungry, Sunshine?" He pat my thigh and I sighed.
"No, I just had dinner with my parents."
"Bedroom it is," he mumbled and started taking me through his house.
I reached down and smacked his butt, causing him to laugh and spank me back.
"If you're horny, just tell me," he chuckled.
"I'm always horny around you," I grumbled, "Kim Tae Hyung, visual aphrodisiac."
I could imagine him rolling his eyes as we entered the bedroom.
He laid me down on the bed and rolled over my body to lay next to me.
I pulled his head to my chest and he wrapped his arms around me.
A few silent seconds passed and then he exhaled, "I love you Jimin."
My heart stopped and my hand froze in his hair, a lock stuck between my fingers, "What?"
"I love you," he looked up to me and smiled, "You don't have to say it back, I just...needed to tell you."
"Oh...okay." Why, why on Earth would I say that? He tells me he loves me- was the first person to tell me they love me- and I say okay?
He chuckled though and brought his hand to my stomach before he pressed a kiss to my ribs through my shirt, "You're a good person Jimin. I'm glad you realized that; realized that you deserve better than someone who uses you."
"Kim Tae Hyung, are you indirectly praising yourself?" I smiled to myself.
He laughed and started rubbing my stomach, "I guess so."
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Two days later, on Friday, I found myself alone in my bed.
Tae had to work extra hours to cover for someone who got sick and my parents were having their date night.
I thought about inviting Ho Seok over for the weekend, but we took more exams today. My friends probably wanted to relax and chill at home while they could.
So I stayed in my room, browsing the internet and searching for new dance moves to show my instructor.
It was around six-thirty when I heard a loud yell from outside my open window.
It sounded familiar, so I got up and looked outside. I first looked over to Tae's house, but the lights were off and his car still gone.
Then my eyes scoured the block, looking for a source.
A woman was yelling now too, I could hear it.
My stomach fell, and something possessed me to look at the Jeon house.
There I found the source. In the light of the kitchen, through the small window over the sink, I could see Jungkook and Soo Mi yelling at one another.
My first thought was Why? My second was Where are the kids?
My eyes traveled to the upstairs window and I saw lights on around Jungkook's daughter's window curtains.
I rushed out of my house and up to the Jeons' front door. I tried the knob but it was locked. No way in hell was I going through the back door and having Soo Mi see me.
So I dug through plant pots for a spare key until I found one. I shoved it in the lock and rushed inside.
I went straight to the stairs and quietly went up to the kids' rooms.
Seo In's room was first, so I grabbed her from her closet where she was hiding and rushed to her brother's room. Chang Joon was no where in sight, but I heard him crying.
I looked around and finally found him under his bed.
"C'mon Joon-ah," I smiled at him and reached for his hand, "Let's go to my house and play a game."
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I knew their parents would be frantic when they calmed down enough to realize their kids weren't home.
But I only thought about that after I'd brought them back to my house and had them calmed down themselves.
Jungkook was normally a rational man. But he must've been pretty upset if he forgot to be conscious of his children's presence.
My phone rang and I stood up from my desk chair, glancing at the two sleeping bodies on my bed.
It was Jungkook. I answered it, knowing I had to tell him.
"Jimin," his voice was closest but I could hear Soo Mi shouting in the background, "Please come over. Me and Soo were fighting and we can't find the kids and I don't know what to do."
"Jungkook, they're here," I sighed.
"What?"
Soo Mi's voice picked up, her shrill scream of, "This is all your fault, you faggot!"
"Shut up!" He barked at her, which he'd never done.
"Fuck you!"
"Jimin, where are my kids?"
"My house. They're sleeping."
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"Seo, Changie," Jungkook shook his children awake. Seo was the first to open her eyes so she launched herself at her father.
"What's happening?" She asked.
I had to look away. I loved those kids to death and I couldn't watch them cry over something they were too young to understand.
"Daddy loves you baby," Jungkook spoke to her, and I just knew he was rubbing her back the way he did when she was five and scraped her knee.
Chang Joon shifted my bed, adding more weight to the right side and causing the springs to squeak.
I glanced over and saw the three of them tangled around each other.
"Jimin," my bedroom door opened beside me and I looked up to see Tae, "Hey, babe, I've been calling you."
I reached over and grabbed his hand before stepping out into the hall with him and closing my door.
"What's going on? Have you been crying?"
"Jungkook and Soo Mi were fighting so I brought the kids over here."
He sighed and pulled me into a hug, "Jimin."
"I didn't know what else to do and now Soo Mi...she won't let them back in the house."
"You did the right thing. Kids don't belong in environments like that."
I took his word for it. He was divorced with a son, so he should know.
"Where are they gonna go? What if she kicks them out? It'll be all my fault."
"Why?" He kissed my head, "Why would it be your fault?"
"Jungkook said he told Soo Mi he was in love with me. She's Christian."
"Ah," he nodded, "That explains everything. Except for how it's your fault."
"I told Jungkook I could forgive him if he could learn to love me."
"When did you tell him that?"
"Wednesday," I whispered, "My parents invited them all over for dinner."
"Oh," Tae ran his fingers through my hair, "Well, he gave up his wife for you, do you forgive him?"
"I don't know right now," I shrugged.
He fell quiet at that and moved us to sit in the floor. He leaned against the wall and put me between his legs. I leaned into him and kissed his cheek, thanking him for showing up.
"I felt like you were trouble, for some reason," he smiled, "Is that creepy?"
"No," I giggled, "It's comforting...to know I have someone to protect me."
"I love you," he kissed my hair and I closed my eyes.
Just as I felt his hand rest on my hip, another gripped my wrist and I was pulled to my feet.
I almost screamed, but I was frozen when I found myself pressed against Jungkook.
"The fuck are you doing?" Tae stood up, talking to Jungkook.
"Stop bothering him. I can take care of him."
"Like hell I'll let you even try. You did nothing but hurt him for two years. You're sick, Jeon. He deserves better."
"So you're better?"
"No," Tae grabbed me and pulled me away from Jungkook, "I cheated on my wife with a man too, but I had the decency to tell her the day after it happened. And I didn't string the guy along either. He was my last relationship before Jimin."
"Jimin is not your boyfriend," Jungkook was almost laughing as he spoke, "He wouldn't stoop so low."
That was a compliment towards me, but an insult to Tae Hyung. And that's one thing I wouldn't let him do.
I stepped up to him and paused for a second before I reached up and smacked him.
Tae gripped my shoulder while Jungkook recovered from the shock.
"Don't say anything bad about Tae Hyung," I shook my head once his eyes focused on me, "He is more caring than you and loves me more than you ever have."
"Says who?"
"Says me!" I stepped back towards Tae, "I'm going with him. Make yourself at home in the guest room, you know where it is."
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"Jimin," Tae kissed my cheek, "You didn't have to do that."
"I needed to. And I need to let you go."
"Please don't. It's okay if you don't love me."
"How am I any better than him if I treat you the way he treated me?"
"I guess," he sighed, "You wouldn't be."
"Thank you, Tae," I smiled and kissed his forehead, "Thank you for loving me and showing me how to be confident. You saved me from heartbreak and I will never forget that."
"We can still hang out, right?"
I giggled and stroked his cheek, "Of course. I just...won't kiss you and we can't make love anymore."
"Ugh," he groaned, "Why not?"
"Because it would only hurt you," I sighed.
"I know," he grumbled, "But, can I have one last kiss before we officially break up?"
I owed him that much. I know I did, "Yeah, just one more."
He pushed himself up to hover over me. I rolled to my back and wrapped my arms around his neck.
When he leaned down to me, I put everything I felt for him into the kiss. I let it leave me, let my crush be satisfied.
After a few seconds, I realized, this would be the last time I was even remotely intimate with Tae Hyung. I realized that I was letting someone who truly loved me go, for someone who could be lying to me.
But it was a risk I was ready to take, one my heart needed to take. My heart was wrapped up in Jungkook and I finally understood that I was and always would be his.
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"Jungkook?" I knocked on the guest room door. A minute later, it opened and he pulled me to him.
He didn't say anything, he just melted against me.
"Jungkook," I put my hands on his back, "Where're the kids?"
"Sleeping in your room," he mumbled.
"Let's go grab a drink," I turned my head and he did the same.
He nodded and pulled back from me, but his hand found mine as soon as possible.
We walked downstairs to the kitchen and I got into my parents' liquor cabinet. I got his favorite wine out and got us both a glass.
He took a seat at the table, staring at the wood while I poured the glasses full.
I brought them to the table and sat next to him, placing a glass in his hand.
"I'm sorry for everything I ever said to you," he looked me in the eye, but I couldn't look back. I'd cave too easily.
"Okay."
"I don't own you Jimin," he brought his other hand up and hit himself on his forehead, "Fuck, you're a person and I just-"
"Don't hurt yourself," I whispered and pulled his hand away from his face.
"I want you to forgive me, but...you really shouldn't. You should hate me for all the terrible things I did to you."
"What about all the good things you did for me?"
"What're you talking about?" He croaked out.
"When I was sixteen...I had really bad self esteem issues. But, I thought that if someone like you could find me attractive, then I couldn't be too terrible to look at."
"You're beautiful," he pushed his glass away and turned to me, his hands falling to my lap, "You've always been beautiful to me."
"And when I failed my first test, you assured me it wasn't the end of the world. Then my parents grounded me and you invited me over to play tag with you and the kids. You let me into your life Jungkook. And that's the best thing you've ever done. I love your kids, they're so amazing and you could've separated them from me, but you never did."
"I did. I stopped bringing them when you stopped seeing me."
"We were fighting then. It wouldn't have been good for them to be caught between that."
"Jimin, why are you so forgiving?" His brow furrowed and he lifted his hand to my cheek.
"I see the good in you, Jungkook. I know you can be bad, but I also know it's a safety mechanism. You're an asshole to protect yourself and the ones you love."
"I couldn't even do that," he dropped his eyes to the ground, "I'm terrible at everything."
"No," I reached out and placed my fingers under his chin, "You just couldn't expect that you were protecting the kids from their mother. It's not the first thing one would think about."
He leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around him.
This was how our first night together started; the first time he touched me two years ago.
"Baby, I love you," he lifted his head, grabbing my upper arm, "I love you so much and I want you to love me again. I promise I'll take care of you and the kids. I promise."
"Jungkook," I swept my fingertips over his lips and smiled, "I still love you."
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Thank you," he pulled me into his lap and I almost squealed, "Thank you Jimin," he nuzzled into my side and kissed my hand, "I'll show you this time baby. I'll show you how much I love you, okay?"
"Okay," I nodded to myself and told myself to trust him.
"I'm so happy Jimin," he laughed a bit, looking up to me and smiling, "You make me so happy."
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I woke up in Jungkook's arms the next morning, feeling light kisses being pressed into my hair.
I wiggled a bit and looked up to him, giving him my best smile.
"Did I wake you up?" He ran his fingers across my cheek.
I shook my head, "No. Good Morning."
"Morning baby," he smiled, "It's been so long since we stayed together over night."
I nodded, "Too long," I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into his side.
He chuckled and pet my head, "You'll have to let me make it up to you one day."
"Okay," I giggled, "Maybe after you figure everything out with your wife."
"Ah, I'm pretty sure she's my ex by now. Soo never gets happier when she sleeps on things that are troubling her."
"I'm sorry I split your family up, in that case."
"You didn't. I never had to tell her. You never told me I had to tell her. You told me I needed to love you. I love you and she doesn't like that."
"Because she loved you."
"I haven't touched her since Chang Joon was born."
"Five years?" I furrowed my brow. But Soo Mi was so pretty and everything Jungkook wanted in a woman.
"You grew up to be very attractive, Jimin," he sighed, "And by the time you were seventeen you grew up to be someone very precious to me."
Immediately I recognized my former nickname, and understood why he started calling me that. Maybe it wasn't just so he could get on my good side.
"C'mon. I should go home and assess the damage Soo did on the house and my bank account."
"Shoot," I shot up, remembering the kids were here.
"Jimin, please," I felt his arms snake around my shoulders, "Relax," he kissed behind my ear, "I'll take care of everything and come back to you; right here in this bed. We'll lay around forever and be happy, okay?"
I chuckled at that and dropped my head to kiss his arm, which was sadly covered by his shirt sleeve, "Okay. I'll be here."
"Promise me," he held up his pinky finger and I wrapped my own around it.
"I promise."
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I stayed with the kids in my room until my parents woke up. I explained the entire situation to them and they watched the kids while I went to help Jungkook.
He hadn't been back for over an hour, so I figured that Soo Mi did a number on the house.
Out of habit, I went to the back door and knocked. Only after I did it, did I realize how it might look to Jungkook.
Once he opened the door, I saw the tear stains on his face and how pale he looked.
"You can use the front door, Jimin."
"Sorry," I stuck my hands in my pockets, "I'm used to...to this."
He held his hand out and I took it, stepping forward into the kitchen. Immediately the destruction was clear.
The pretty chandelier that used to hang over the kitchen island was smashed to pieces on the floor. The dining table decorations were smashed, plates broken, glasses broken, entire drawers ripped from the cabinets.
"This is just one room," he mumbled, "The bedroom's the worst."
I nodded in understanding, deciding to keep my shoes on while I walked through the house.
I could see bloody footprints, small ones which had to be Soo Mi's. They tracked all over the house, from room to messy room.
"Thankfully she didn't touch the kids stuff," Jungkook was still talking, but I only payed attention to the important bits.
"She ripped up most of my clothes looks like," he sighed and turned to me.
The sudden stop had me colliding with his chest and taking a couple cautious steps back.
"Bottom line, the kids can't stay here right now."
"I'll keep them. They can stay in my room."
"No, that's...too much to ask of you," he smiled and placed his hands on my shoulders, "I'll take them to their grandmother's and hopefully I can get this place cleaned up in a month or two."
"But...your mother...lives-"
"I know," he kissed my forehead, "It's far away, I know. I'm not moving, I'm just gonna have to take a vacation."
"Just stay with me," I pushed myself against him, squeezing him with all the strength I had, "It's not a problem, really."
"Jimin," I felt his hands rubbing my back, in that comforting way I had always wanted him too, "I'll be over almost every day. Granted, I'll be working, but I can still see you."
"It's not the same."
"It'll never be the same. Without Soo here there's no reason you can't stay the night in my bed."
My eyes widened at that and I pulled back enough to look up at him.
His smile; that fucking adorable smile. This was the brightest I'd ever seen it.
"I told you. I'm gonna show you how much I love you, Jimin."
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I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair as he pushed in. The satisfied grunt from the back of his throat told me he was close.
But I didn't want it to stop, I wanted him to take me into tomorrow and kiss my neck until it bled.
It'd been months since I laid under him; since I heard his moans and felt his cum. I craved him- I didn't want him. I needed his body close to mine.
"Stop," I moaned.
"What?" He panted out.
"Stop," I breathed, placing my palm against his chest, "Stop moving."
"Jimin, I'm so close baby," he slowed his thrusts, but didn't stop.
"I...I don't want you to cum yet. I wanna make it last."
He paused at that and looked up from my neck, "Who said we're only going once?"
I felt myself blush, but hopefully it would pass off as arousal, "I just thought that-"
"Everything else can wait for a day," he dipped his head back to my neck and his arm snaked around my shoulders.
I was cradled in his arms as he rocked into me, my mind completely focused on everything besides the feeling of pleasure.
"Jimin," his voice was strained as I came back to reality.
I knew immediately that he was close, so I clenched around him and told him he could go faster.
But he didn't, "Cum with me baby."
I was astonished, he'd never asked me to do that. Jungkook always got his release before me and then he'd stroke me or suck me off.
I moved my hips a bit, earning a groan from him and the new angle had his tip directly on my sweet spot.
"Jungkook," I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes.
"I know baby," he kissed my cheek and my collarbone before he lifted himself up.
His toned stomach looked great from this angle, just like it always had, and the way he bit his lip to hold back his orgasm was clearly visible.
He grabbed my hands and locked our fingers together, his hips hitting me harder yet slower.
He let out low groans as I moaned and mewled. I'd catch the ends of them whenever my sounds died out. It was nice for him to finally let me know he enjoyed sleeping with me.
Although, this time...I would classify this as making love. Maybe that was the difference. Maybe he hated sleeping with me and enjoyed making love to me.
I'd lock that thought away as a hope.
"Jimin, please be close," he squeezed my hands, "I can't go much longer."
I guided his right hand to my length and he wrapped his fingers around it easily.
His grip was perfect and he kept the speed constant.
I was writhing under his touch in a matter of seconds and moaning as loud as I used to when we first started seeing one another.
"Baby," he leaned over me and let out a grunt.
I brought my hand to his cheek and rolled my head back a bit before I leaned up and kissed him.
"I'm close, Jimin. I'm so close," he whispered.
"Me too," I nodded and traced his lips with my fingers.
"I want you to cum with me, Jimin," he kissed my fingertips and pushed into me faster.
"I will," I nodded, "Don't stop."
His forehead rested against my jaw as he looked down towards my belly. I slid my fingers into his hair and kissed his skin, closing my eyes at the feelings rushing through my body.
"Fuck Jimin," his voice wavered and I knew he was so close it had to have been painful.
"Cum baby," I whispered.
"No," he shook his head, "Not without you."
He paused for a few seconds to readjust his hips and then started moving again.
"My spot," I gasped, "There baby, right there!"
"Jimin."
"That's so good," I breathed out, lifting my feet off the mattress to wrap around his waist, "That's so good, baby."
He pushed into my spot one last time and I moaned out my climax, feeling his cum spill out against my most sensitive spot.
He groaned into my ear, his entire body shaking as he spilled more and more inside me.
I kissed his forehead over and over, panting and rubbing circles into his neck.
Once he calmed down he started kissing my neck, moving down towards my chest.
His arms encircled me and he rolled to his side, pulling me with him.
"Jungkook-"
"I love you," he kissed my cheek.
I blushed and draped my arm over his side, "I love you, too."
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We stayed in bed all day, cuddling and making love. At midnight, we went back to my house. Jungkook and I had showered, me using his shampoo and body wash.
He needed to bring the kids' stuff over to my place, though. We gave them both a bath, my mother helping with Seo In, and then we put the kids in my room again.
Jungkook volunteered to sleep on the couch so I went to the guest room.
He also decided not to send the kids to school Monday, so their irregular sleeping patterns could be forgiven for a few days. I still felt bad for taking their father for an entire day.
At two in the morning the door to the guest room opened. My back was to it, but I knew it was Jungkook.
He shut the door behind himself and quietly crawled in bed with me, snuggling against me and kissing the back of my neck.
He inhaled sharply then loudly exhaled and I bit my lip as his breath fanned across my skin.
"You okay?" I asked quietly.
He was a bit startled, but he nodded and grabbed my forearm, his thumb swiping across the skin, "Couldn't sleep."
"Me neither," I closed my eyes.
"I've always loved you."
I tensed against him, not knowing how to respond.
"Ever since I met you, before I even kissed you, I knew I wanted something more than friendship from you."
"You have my everything, Jungkook."
"And that makes me so happy," he kissed my shoulder.
"Why did you stay with Soo Mi? If you knew it hurt me, why didn't you tell me you didn't love her anymore?"
"It was the wall that kept me from completely destroying you, Jimin. If I let you in completely, then seeing us act like we were still in love would've crushed you."
I opened my eyes and felt a tear fall off my eyelashes.
"I always tried to put you and the kids first, but Soo never made it easy. She figured it out, too, Jimin. She's not stupid. She just didn't know it was you."
"She thought you were seeing another woman."
"Yeah. But I never would've gotten married if I met you before Soo Mi."
"What?"
"If I moved here sooner and met you before Soo Mi, if she was never my wife, you would be the one I gave my first everything to."
"What about Changie and Seo?" I whispered.
"I love them, so I don't regret being with Soo Mi, but I would choose you over Soo any day of my life."
"Jungkook," I bit my lip.
"Yeah Precious?" He held me tighter, kissed me softer.
"I love you," I whispered.
He chuckled and nuzzled into my back, "I love you too."
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Two months later, the Jeon's house was back in living conditions. The kitchen was remodeled and the master bedroom was completely redone...to my likings.
I told my parents about me and Jungkook; and the months I spent with Tae Hyung. They agreed to let me live with Jungkook, like I wanted, as long as I behaved myself.
So for the two weeks following that, I was a model citizen and acted as a mother should.
No matter how many times Jungkook tried to pull me into a quick session in the upstairs bathroom, I was always able to look him the eye and say "The children are home, Mr. Jeon."
To which he usually responded with a groan or a light smack to my thighs as he grumpily went about his day.
Seo In and Chang Hyun had no oppositions to me living with them and were really happy that I had the summer off to play with them while their dad worked.
The kids didn't know me and Jungkook were more than friends, but they didn't need to try and understand homosexuality at such young ages.
They occasionally asked about their mother, to which I always turned to Jungkook.
She had disappeared. No one had heard from her or seen her since they had their fight. Jungkook did, however, get divorce papers in the mail with her signature on them.
So he was free to marry again, but laws kept him from marrying me.
I was fine with it though, since he gave me a ring and proposed. We were married, but no one else knew.
I got into school for dance and by the end of the summer I had a job in the dance studio I used to be a student at.
I taught kindergarten through third grade students the right footings and simple arm movements of ballet.
When I get my degree, my boss said I could teach the older kids and maybe help in the musicals.
So life was wonderful. I had Jungkook, we had 'our' kids. We had a beautiful house, jobs, money, and no worries.
We had each other and that was all I ever wanted.
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"Jimin hyung," Chang Hyun tugged on my arm as we walked across the lawn.
"Yes, Changie?" I smiled down at him, the six year old chewing on his hand.
I swatted his hand down and he looked up to me, "Are you my mom?"
I stopped and looked to Jungkook, who had just lifted Seo into his arms.
"Yeah, is Oppa our mom now? Do you love him Daddy?" Seo further deepened my hole of nervousness.
"Of course I love him. And he's not your mom, he's your second, much younger dad."
"You aren't that old Daddy," Seo In giggled.
I smiled at that and lifted Chang into my arms.
"Papa," he pat my shoulder and I looked to him.
"There ya have it, Seo," Jungkook chuckled, "Jimin's your Papa."
"He can't be Changie!" Seo In grabbed her brother's attention, "That's Daddy's dad. Jimin has to be Dad."
I blushed and leaned against Jungkook's arm.
He wrapped his arm around me a second later and pulled me into his side, "I love you three, you know that?"
"Love you too, Daddy," Seo turned and gave his cheek a big kiss.
Changie reached out towards him and I let Jungkook hold the both of them, giving up my spot under his arm.
We walked up to my house and Jungkook set the kids down. They ran up the porch steps- Chang Hyun's legs so small and adorable- and climbed onto the porch swing.
My mom came out the front door a second later, smiling at me as I stepped up to hug her.
Jungkook placed his hand on my back and pulled me to his side when I finished hugging my mother.
"It's so good to see you."
"It's only been a few days, Momma," I pushed my hair back from my eyes.
"I know, but the house is so quiet without you."
"Sorry," I looked to Jungkook who was smiling at his kids.
"It's fine," she sighed, "I'm glad you're happy. Now, go. Have fun, take a break. Rest is good for both body and soul."
Jungkook smiled at her and I stepped forward for another hug before I walked back off the porch with him.
His hand slid into my back pocket as we made our way across our lawn.
I sighed and pulled it out, "I love you, but we did it a couple days ago."
"C'mon, baby," he kissed my cheek, "You know you love it."
"I do," I nodded, "But I wanna shower and nap."
He sighed as well and kissed my temple, "Okay, I'll lay with you."
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I managed to get Jungkook in bed and busy on his laptop while I took a quick shower. When I got out, I sprayed some nice smelling cologne on and put on a small outfit consisting of boxers and a loose, loose tank top.
My teeth were brushed, my hair was still damp, my legs were freshly shaven and Jungkook wasn't expecting a thing.
But, hell was I gonna give him something.
I opened the door and found that his view of me was blocked by his laptop screen.
"Feel better?" He asked.
"Mhm," I moved towards the bed and crawled on the end, moving towards him as steadily as I possibly could.
"Are you hungry, we have leftovers in the microwave." At this point I was right behind his laptop, so he closed it and set it to the side.
"Not hungry."
He stared at me as I crawled up a few more paces and then his hands fell on my hips, "You look really cute, baby."
"Thank you," I sat down on his groin and smiled down at him.
"Jimin, baby. You said you didn't want to, but it's hard for me-"
"Shh," I shook my head and leaned down to him before I whispered, "I lied."
He exhaled and almost groaned as I giggled.
"Oops."
"Your skin is so beautiful, baby," he ran his hand down my arm and brought my fingers to his lips.
"It's fun being outside," I shrugged, "You sure you wouldn't want me as pale as..."
"I love you because you're nothing like her," he smiled and I felt him drawing patterns on my thigh.
"I love you too."
He let out a throaty hum then rolled me to my back as he hovered over me.
His lips were against my neck first, then my lips.
I heard his belt buckle rattle and then the glide of his jacket coming off.
It was early autumn, but he insisted on wearing more than a t-shirt.
"Jungkook," I pulled away from the kiss and he stared down at me as his jacket hit the floor.
"Yeah baby?"
"Doggy," I bit my lip.
Another low hum and he was pushing my tank top off as he spoke through gritted teeth, "I love you."
I giggled and lifted my head before he threw my shirt over the headboard.
"That bitch is leaving a hole in the wall tonight," he mumbled.
"Kookie!" I giggled and placed my hands on his neck as he leaned down to bite my neck.
He laughed along with me after a few seconds and continued pushing and pulling clothes off until we were naked.
"I stretched in the shower," I smirked, pushing myself up to my knees.
Once he lubed himself up, he pressed his tip to my entrance and leaned over my body as he pushed inside.
"Jungkook," I gripped the sheets and he groaned in my ear, thrusting softly a couple times.
"Fuck," he whispered, pressing kisses against my spine, "So good, Jimin."
I reached back and grabbed his arm, managing to get him to position it where I could hold on to a couple of his fingers while he thrust into me.
"You look so pretty like this," he leaned down to my ear and tugged at my piercing with his teeth.
"Love you," I gasped out between moans.
"Love you too," he grunted, "Can I go faster?"
I loved that he always asked me this. There were some positions where I liked to be roughly handled and there were others that I wanted to be gentle in. We hadn't explored everything with each other yet, so the fact that he cared enough to ask me told me he was trying to learn me.
"Yeah," I moaned out.
He adjusted himself and wrapped his right arm around my shoulders before he started ramming into me.
I let out a strangled moan, almost like an injured dog. The intensity of it was something I had been craving.
"Baby, your ass looks so good," he chuckled.
I moaned in response, my eyes shut so tight I didn't care to see if my fat thighs looked unattractive.
I felt his balls slamming against mine and I wanted to reach down and stroke myself, but Jungkook liked to do that. I always let him and masturbating while he was working and the kids were at school seemed foreign to me now.
"Jungkook," I gasped his name and he chuckled.
"I know baby. I know your sweet spot. That soft place inside you," he slammed into me twice more and I basically squealed into the sheets, "I know that place all too well."
"Jungkook," my voice came out as if I were crying, but I couldn't be any more pleasured.
He wasn't thrusting, just rolling his hips. His tip would graze my spot and his shaft would glide along it; both sensations made me lose my mind.
"Now I got you," he growled, "Begging for more. I like that."
"Baby," I twisted my upper body and looked at him, "Please, stroke me. It feels so good, please make me cum. I wanna cum."
He pushed me back to my former position and reached around my body to grab my length.
His thumb dipped into my slit and I groaned as I bit into his pillow. He chuckled again and kissed my shoulder.
When he started to stroke me I couldn't stop moaning. Then he added his thrusts back in and I found myself pushing back to meet him halfway.
"Shit, shit," he groaned against my skin, his breath leaving shivers, "Louder baby. Moan louder."
I turned my head so my voice wasn't muffled in the pillow and I moaned his name as loud as I could.
"That's it baby," he pushed in roughly, "That's perfect."
"Feels so good," I choked out, "So good, so fucking good."
"Hold this ass open baby," he commanded.
I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, loving the feeling of his bare cock against my swollen rim.
He slapped my left thigh and I pushed back against his thrust, my toes curling as another moan escaped.
His groans and grunts were sending me closer to my climax every time he pushed in and I couldn't help but notice how he sped up his hand movements.
"I'm gonna cum, Jungkook," I moaned.
"Fucking cum, baby," he pushed in harder and released a breath when our hips collided.
"I love you," I gasped out, reaching over and grabbing the hand that held him up.
He squeezed my fingers tightly and kissed my spine, "Love you too."
Three thrusts later, I was spilling into his hand, some of it managing to shoot up to my stomach.
But I collapsed against the sheets and it didn't matter in the end.
"You alright?" He lowered himself over me as I panted.
"Yeah," I nodded, "Keep going."
He kissed my shoulder once more before he lifted himself up.
He positioned me so that one leg was straight and the other was bent. I was laying on my hip bone and he had a firm grip of my ass cheeks when he started thrusting again.
I was too caught up in my climax beforehand that I didn't pay attention to the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. At least he was a man of his word.
I had caught my breath, but started moaning again once he found my spot.
Not too long after, he sped up, leaning back over me for a bit until he groaned my name and I felt him spill into me.
I moaned along with him, biting my arm so I wouldn't say all the stupid things I had in my brain.
Unexpectedly, he pulled out once he was finished and I felt him move down the bed. His hands never left my body and I felt his tongue lapping at my hole a few seconds later.
I groaned into my arm and wiggled my hips a bit as he shoved his tongue inside, "Jungkook, it's dirty in there."
He pulled back, laughing a little, "I know. But I have to. It's so swollen and I feel so responsible."
"You are responsible!" I pouted.
He chuckled and crawled back up my body. I rolled to my back and smiled at him as he leaned down to peck my lips.
He pulled back and smirked, "I'm gonna buy you a plug."
"Jungkook!" I smacked his arm.
He chuckled and kissed my cheek, "When the kids go to see their grandma over fall break we'll stay here and have all the fun we want to."
"Kookie-"
"I'll start the week off and stretch you once while you're bent over the coffee table. After that I'll shove your plug in after every round and we can fuck whenever we want wherever we want."
"Jungkook," I whined and wrapped my arms around his neck, "That's two months from now, don't get me all excited this early."
He chuckled and kissed my cheek again, "What kind do you want? Glass? One of those black ones with a pretty gem on the end? One that vibrates? Maybe you want one with a cat tail or just a nice, classy pink one."
I giggled, wondering what made pink classy, then pecked his lips, "What do you want me to get?"
"Me? Mm...I saw one a while back that was black and it had a red gem on it, you know I love red."
"I do," I nodded.
"And I saw the box and it was huge. I was wondering why that was, so I checked it out and this thing vibrated. But it was like, Bluetooth, so I could hook to my phone and...yeah."
"You wanna get me a Bluetooth butt plug," I laughed.
"A vibrating Bluetooth butt plug, yes," he smiled, but I saw the blush on his cheeks.
"Maybe," I rolled my eyes and pulled him to lay down on top of me, "We'll see what the kids want next month and go from there."
"I love you," he kissed my chest.
"Love you too."