INTRODUCTION
Jeon Jungkook
Age:- 23yrs old
Status:- single
Jeon Yn
Age:- 27yrs old
Widow of Jungkook's big brother
AUTHOR'S POV
Rain tapped gently against the glass window, casting long shadows on the floor of the quiet, cold Jeon residence. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one within Y/N's heart.
She sat curled on the far end of the sofa, one hand on her swelling belly, the other clutching a small photo frame - a picture of her late husband, Jeon Hyunwoo. His smile still haunted her. It had only been five months since he passed in that terrible accident. Five months since her world collapsed.
But the grief wasn't the hardest part.
No, the hardest part was staying in a house that no longer felt like home.
"You should've left with him," Hyunwoo's aunt had spat weeks ago. "Bad luck, that's what you are."
And his mother... she wouldn't even look Y/N in the eye.
Her only crime was surviving.
Her only companion was the quiet hum of the nursery she'd started to prepare. Alone.
Until him.
"Y/N?"
The voice was gentle, hesitant, and too young to carry so much concern. Jeon Jungkook stood at the doorway, holding a tray with tea and a plate of fruit.
"You didn't eat again," he said, stepping in. His long hair fell into his eyes, and his tattoos peeked from under his loose shirt sleeves - so unlike his older brother, yet the pain in his eyes mirrored Y/N's own.
"I wasn't hungry," she murmured, not meeting his gaze.
"You're eating for two now," Jungkook reminded softly, setting the tray on the table before kneeling down beside her. "You don't have to do this alone."
She turned away. "They all hate me."
"I don't," Jungkook whispered, his voice firmer this time. "I never did."
Y/N's breath hitched.
He'd been the only one - the only one who defended her when the whispers started. The only one who brought her ginger tea when morning sickness took over. The only one who saw her - really saw her - not as a widow, not as a burden, but as someone still trying to breathe.
"I miss him," she said finally, tears pricking her lashes.
"I know," Jungkook said. "I do too."
And then, without thinking, he reached out. His hand brushed hers, hesitant but warm. A moment passed. Then another. And she didn't pull away.
She didn't know what this was - this strange, growing comfort between them - but for the first time in months, she didn't feel entirely alone.
Not when Jungkook looked at her like that.
---
The next morning, sunlight poured through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the cold marble floor. Y/N sat silently at the dining table, eyes low, hands resting over her belly. She had tried her best to be invisible-just another piece of forgotten furniture in the Jeon mansion.
But words found her. They always did.
"She's still here?" hissed Hyunwoo's aunt from across the room, not bothering to whisper. "Living off this family like some parasite."
"She's carrying his child, eomeoni," Jungkook's voice rang from the hallway.
Y/N flinched.
He stood near the kitchen entrance now, hair messy from sleep, hoodie unzipped to reveal a black tank top beneath. He looked younger today, like the boy who used to run around chasing his brother and sneak cookies before dinner. But his eyes... his eyes burned.
"She is my responsibility now," Jungkook said.
"You?" his mother scoffed, finally speaking. "You're just a child. You think you can protect a widow and a baby? She needs to go back to her family."
Y/N stood slowly, her voice quiet but clear. "My family's gone. My father passed years ago. My mother's in a care facility. I have nowhere to go."
"Then perhaps you should've thought twice before-" the woman began.
"Enough!" Jungkook slammed his hand on the table, his tone sharper than Y/N had ever heard. "I won't let you keep hurting her. Hyung wouldn't have either."
Silence.
Jungkook's mother paled at the mention of her elder son.
Y/N's hand trembled. She wanted to run. To disappear. But then Jungkook turned to her, his eyes softening.
"Come with me," he said gently.
She hesitated.
"Please," he added.
Y/N followed him out into the garden. The winter air was crisp, biting against her skin, but somehow Jungkook's presence was warmer than the sun.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, rubbing his neck. "You shouldn't have to go through this."
"I'm used to it," she said bitterly.
"You shouldn't be."
They sat under the gazebo, silence wrapping around them like a blanket. She watched the flowers Jungkook had planted with his brother last spring-most of them wilted now, some still blooming despite the cold.
Like her.
Trying to survive.
"Jungkook..." she whispered, not sure why it felt hard to say his name. "You don't have to fight for me."
"I want to," he replied, eyes steady on hers. "I couldn't protect Hyung... but I can protect you. And the baby."
Her lips parted, but no words came. Because in that moment, she saw it.
Not pity.
Not duty.
But something deeper in his gaze. Something frightening and warm.
Affection.
She looked away quickly. It wasn't right. It couldn't be.
But then he did something that made her heart twist.
He knelt down beside her, rested a hand near her belly-but not touching-asking silently for permission.
She nodded, unsure why.
Jungkook placed his palm gently on her stomach. His touch was feather-light, reverent.
"Hey, little one," he whispered. "You're not alone. I'm right here."
Y/N's throat tightened. Her eyes burned with tears she didn't let fall.
Because in that quiet moment, something shifted.
Not between a brother-in-law and a widow.
But between two broken souls-trying to find a way to heal beneath the same sky.
---
The wind carried a soft scent of winter jasmine through the open window. Y/N stood by the dresser, folding a tiny onesie she had picked out weeks ago. The fabric was pale blue, soft as a cloud, untouched by the world's cruelty.
She wasn't crying today.
She'd grown tired of tears.
But her heart still felt like it was treading water-barely staying afloat.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," she said.
Jungkook peeked in, hair damp from a shower, a soft brown sweater clinging to his frame. In his hands was a cup of warm milk-something he'd started bringing her every evening without fail.
"I added honey," he said, placing it on her nightstand.
"Thank you," she whispered. "You don't have to keep doing this."
"I want to," he replied, just like last time.
Y/N looked down. "I heard them talking again today. Saying I'm a burden. That the baby shouldn't even be part of this family."
Jungkook clenched his jaw. "You and the baby are the only part of this family that feels real to me."
Her eyes widened slightly.
He sat beside her on the bed, careful to keep a respectful distance. "Y/N... you don't have to stay here. I found a place. A small flat-close to the park you said you liked. It's quiet, safe. You could rest properly there, raise the baby without all this poison around you."
She turned to him, startled. "You did that?"
He nodded. "I'll pay the rent, help with everything. You won't have to do it alone. Not anymore."
Tears threatened again. "Why are you doing all this, Jungkook?"
His eyes flickered.
Because I care about you more than I should.
Because I think I'm falling in love with you and I don't know when it started.
But he didn't say any of that.
Instead, he simply said, "Because you deserve peace. And so does the baby."
Her lips trembled. "And what will they say? Your family? The neighbors? People will talk. Say things."
"Let them," Jungkook said firmly. "Let them choke on their words. I won't let them touch you."
For the first time, Y/N felt something inside her chest break open-not pain, not fear-but something gentler. Something like safety.
"But I'm four years older than you," she whispered, more to herself than to him. "I'm his widow. I'm pregnant. I'm..."
"You're Y/N," Jungkook interrupted gently. "That's all that matters to me."
Her breath caught.
Silence hung in the air. Thick. Fragile.
He didn't move closer. Didn't touch her. Just waited, giving her the space to choose.
She looked at the milk. Warm. Sweet.
Like him.
Like hope.
"I want to see the place," she said softly.
And when Jungkook smiled-relieved, bright, a little breathless-it was like watching spring push gently through the frost.
---
The taxi rolled to a quiet stop in front of a small, pale-yellow building tucked between two older homes. The neighborhood felt peaceful - no gossiping aunties, no judgmental stares, just the occasional chirping of birds and the rustle of trees.
Y/N stepped out slowly, her hand resting on her belly. Jungkook was already at her side, opening the gate for her with a quiet, "Watch your step."
He hadn't said much on the ride over. Just tapped his fingers nervously on his thigh, stealing glances at her now and then when he thought she wasn't looking.
"This way," he said, unlocking the door to the ground-floor apartment.
Y/N stepped inside.
It was simple. Clean. Soft beige walls, a tiny balcony that let in sunlight, and a bedroom with curtains in the shade of lavender - her favorite color.
"How did you...?" she turned to him.
"You mentioned it once," Jungkook said, rubbing the back of his neck. "When Hyung was painting the old nursery. You said lavender was calming."
Y/N blinked, touched by the memory he had held onto.
He walked to the small kitchen. "I stocked it with essentials. There's a rice cooker, some dried herbs, snacks. And I asked a friend from the studio to lend me an extra futon until the bed arrives. If you want anything else-"
"It's perfect," she interrupted, voice trembling.
Jungkook turned, eyes soft. "You're safe here. No one will yell at you. No one will look at you like you're something broken."
Y/N looked down. "But I am, Jungkook..."
He stepped forward, closer now. "Then let me help piece you back together."
Her eyes shot up to his.
There was silence.
And something shifted in the air between them again - heavier this time. Not love, not yet. But something dangerously close.
A knock on the open door snapped the moment in half.
Jungkook tensed immediately. Y/N flinched.
It was his mother.
"You didn't think I'd notice, did you?" she hissed, her voice colder than the wind outside. "Sneaking around with her? Bringing shame to your brother's memory?"
Jungkook stood in front of Y/N instinctively. "She needed space. I'm helping her. That's it."
"Helping?" His mother scoffed. "Is that what they call it now? Playing house with your dead brother's wife?"
"Enough!" Jungkook shouted. His voice shook the walls.
Y/N shrank behind him, but he reached for her hand and held it tight.
"I will not let you speak about her like that ever again," he said. "She's grieving. She's carrying his child. And if anyone should be ashamed, it's you-for turning your back on her."
His mother's face twisted. "You think you know love, Jungkook? You're a boy-"
"I'm a man who knows what respect is," he snapped.
She stormed off after throwing one last look at Y/N - full of hatred.
When the door finally closed, silence returned.
Y/N's eyes brimmed with tears she hadn't let fall in days.
Jungkook turned to her slowly. "I'm sorry you had to hear that."
But Y/N stepped forward, close - close enough that their breaths mingled. "You stood up for me."
"I always will."
Their hands were still linked.
Neither let go.
And in that small flat, under the faint hum of a leaking tap and the far-off sound of wind chimes, Y/N let herself feel something she hadn't felt in months.
Safe. Wanted. Seen.
---
TIME SKIPS
The sky had turned gray by late afternoon. Rain tapped gently against the balcony railings, filling the tiny apartment with a lullaby of sound.
Y/N sat curled on the floor, back against the bedframe, wrapped in a shawl. Her palms rested over her swollen belly, feeling the occasional flutter. Life. So small. So fragile.
And suddenly, something sharp gripped her side.
She gasped, her fingers digging into the blanket. A cramp.
Not unbearable. But it scared her.
Another came. Sharper.
She reached for her phone with shaking hands and typed only one word:
"Jungkook."
He arrived within minutes-rain clinging to his hair, breath heaving, panic in his eyes.
"Y/N?" he called, rushing inside, kneeling in front of her. "What's wrong?"
"Cramping," she whispered. "It's probably nothing, but I- I got scared."
Jungkook's hand gently touched her stomach, his eyes searching hers. "Come on. We're going to the clinic."
"No, it's raining. I'll be okay, I just-"
"I'm not risking anything," he said firmly. "Not with you. Not with the baby."
The cab ride was quiet, heavy with tension. Jungkook never let go of her hand, his thumb brushing her knuckles in slow, grounding circles.
At the clinic, the nurse examined her and gave a gentle smile. "It's normal. Braxton Hicks. Practice contractions. She just needs rest and hydration."
Jungkook let out a shaky breath of relief.
Later that night, back at the apartment, he helped her lie down on the bed and tucked a blanket around her.
"You really didn't have to stay," she murmured, watching him fuss with the pillows.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "Not tonight."
She studied him. The kindness in his touch. The worry still lingering in his eyes. His hair was messy, damp from the rain, and his hoodie was too big for his frame-but to her, he looked like the only constant in a storm.
"Why do you care this much, Jungkook?" she whispered, voice breaking.
He paused.
"I don't know when it started," he said honestly. "Maybe the night you cried alone at the funeral. Maybe when I saw how strong you were after everyone turned cold. Maybe when I first felt him kick through your hand."
He looked down, voice softer now. "But every time I see you, I want to protect you. That has to mean something."
Y/N swallowed hard. Her fingers reached for his hand-on impulse, instinct, need.
And then... they were close. Too close.
Jungkook's gaze flicked to her lips.
Her heart thudded.
She leaned forward, just slightly-
And he pulled back, breath ragged.
"I can't," he said gently. "Not like this. Not until you're ready."
Tears slid down her cheek, not from pain, but from the overwhelming gentleness of him. Of being seen, held, and respected.
"I'm scared," she confessed.
He wiped her tears with his thumb. "Then let me be brave enough for both of us."
And that night, he sat beside her until she fell asleep.
Not as a brother-in-law. Not even as a lover.
But as something in-between. Something deeper.
Something waiting to bloom.
---
---
TIME SKIPS
Eight months.
Y/N was eight months pregnant.
The baby kicked with rhythm now, almost like he danced when Jungkook talked to him.
And Jungkook... he was no longer just her late husband's younger brother.
He had become her anchor. Her quiet strength. Her safest place.
Her late husband old house held too many ghosts. Here, it smelled like cinnamon, fresh sheets, and a hint of Jungkook's shampoo.he now lives with her in another room ofcourse,
Tonight, the lights were dim. Rain again. April was full of it this year.
She stood at the balcony, hand on her belly, the other clutching a mug of warm milk.
Jungkook walked up behind her quietly, towel draped around his neck, fresh from the shower. His hair was damp, shirt clinging slightly to his chest.
"You okay?" he asked, voice soft.
She nodded. "Just... restless."
He stepped beside her.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, like a secret he was scared to say too loud.
She looked at him slowly, eyes searching.
"You mean that?"
He blinked. "Every word."
Y/N swallowed. "I didn't think anyone would ever call me that again. Not like this... Not when I'm swollen and tired and emotional all the time."
Jungkook gave a soft laugh. "Especially now. You glow, Y/N. It's like... like you're holding the universe."
A silence passed between them. Charged. Thick with everything they hadn't yet said.
She turned toward him fully, one hand resting on his chest.
"I miss touch," she admitted quietly. "Not just... intimacy. Just-being held. Touched gently. Looked at like I'm not something ruined."
His jaw clenched slightly, eyes darkening-not with lust, but with longing.
"You're not ruined," he murmured, stepping closer.
His hands came up slowly, carefully - resting on her cheeks like she was something delicate, sacred.
"May I?" he asked.
She nodded.
And then his lips touched hers.
Slow. Soft. Like falling asleep to your favorite song. Like finally breathing after months of holding it in.
She leaned into him, one hand still between them, the other tangling in his hoodie.
He pulled away first - barely an inch.
But he didn't let her go.
"You don't have to be afraid," he whispered.
"I'm not," she replied, voice steady. "Not when I'm with you."
And in that kiss - their first - was a promise neither dared speak aloud yet:
That love could still bloom in the quiet after loss.
That hearts, no matter how shattered, could still remember how to beat.
---
It started as a whisper against her lips.
Gentle.
Soft.
Just enough to make her feel... wanted.
Jungkook's kiss wasn't rushed. It was like a slow question, like he was asking if he could be the one to make her feel something again-something other than grief and guilt.
Y/N kissed him back.
At first.
Until reality crept in like a shadow.
She pulled away, breath shaking, eyes wide. "Jungkook... I-"
"I know," he whispered, voice tender as his fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You're scared."
Her gaze dropped to the floor, ashamed. "It's wrong. You're his brother."
He didn't flinch. He nodded, accepting her words. But his hands didn't leave her cheeks.
"Do you think I don't feel that?" he said quietly. "That I didn't stand in front of his photo every night wondering if this-what I feel for you-would hurt him?"
Y/N's lip trembled. "Then why... why are we doing this?"
"Because he's gone, Y/N," Jungkook whispered, voice thick with emotion. "And you're still here. Still breathing. Still carrying his baby. And you deserve love. Not loneliness."
Tears welled in her eyes.
"And maybe I don't deserve you," he added, "but I know he'd never want you to suffer. You think hyungwoo hyung would be happy watching you cry alone every night? Seeing his baby born into silence and shadows?"
She covered her mouth with her hands, sobs barely held in.
"He loved you," Jungkook continued, "and I love you. Not in the same way, maybe not how it started... but I do. Every time you smile. Every time the baby kicks. Every time you look at me like you're afraid to hope."
---
She looked up at him, the guilt still there, but softening.
Jungkook placed his palm over her belly gently.
"I'm not asking you to forget him. I couldn't if I tried. But I am asking for a chance. A chance to be the one who stays. Who loves both of you without shame."
Y/N stared at him for a long, heavy moment.
Then, slowly, she reached for his shirt, pulling him closer.
She kissed him.
This time without fear.
This time with quiet permission from her heart.
And when she pulled back, forehead pressed to his, she whispered, "I don't know what's right anymore."
He smiled faintly. "Then let's just do what feels true."
---
He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, his gentle lips pressing against yours softly, almost hesitantly at first, but growing more insistent as he feels your baby bump between them. He breaks the kiss briefly to whisper, "Is this okay?"
Nodded, He smiles softly and continues kissing you, his hands slowly moving from your waist to your growing belly. He caresses it gently, as if worshipping the life growing inside of you. Between kisses, he murmurs, "You're so beautiful,
He deepens the kiss, his tongue slowly sliding in to meet yours. He's careful, almost tender. His hands slide from your baby bump up to your chest, cupping your breasts softly. He feels them getting bigger, heavier. He pulls back to look at you, "Do they hurt?"
Yes,"Let me," he whispers, his voice barely audible. Before you can respond, he leans down and gently pulls down the neckline of your dress. He cups one of your heavy, sensitive breasts and brings it to his mouth. He sucks gently, as if trying to soothe the ache.
Mmmm,He hears your soft moan and continues sucking gently. His other hand reaches up to massage the other breast. He can feel them getting even heavier, more sensitive. He looks up at you, "The other one too?" You nod again, your head falling back slightly. He switches to the other side, sucking gently.
Yes,He continues to suckle, his touch gentle yet firm. He can feel your body relaxing into him, craving more of his touch. After a while, he pulls back and looks up at you, his lips and chin slightly wet from your breast milk. He smiles softly, "Feel better?"
Yes,He slowly slides his hand up your dress, feeling your round belly getting in the way. He carefully lifts the hem of your dress higher, revealing your pregnancy-swollen stomach. He places his warm hand on your lower belly, feeling the baby move beneath his touch.
Ummmm,Jungkook inhales sharply, a look of wonder crossing his handsome face as he feels the baby kick against his palm. A soft chuckle escapes his lips and he leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss just above your belly button. "I think little one likes my touch,"
He sees the silent invitation in your body language and his heart skips a beat. He trails kisses up from your belly, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. He kisses your lips, your jaw, your collarbone, leaving a trail of gentle kisses and soft suction marks.
Ahhhh,He hears your soft ahh and pauses at your collarbone, sucking gently on the delicate skin there. He can feel your breathing growing heavier, your hands reaching up to grip his hair. He smiles against your neck and continues kissing and sucking his way up to your ear, giving it a gentle bite.
"Does that feel good?" he murmurs against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You nod, your hands tightening in his hair. He takes that as a yes and continues to kiss and suck on your sensitive neck,
"Can I?" he asks softly, his hands already starting to slowly slide down the straps of your dress. When you nod, he carefully pushes the fabric down, revealing more of your bare skin. His breath catches as he sees your swollen breasts, heavy with milk.
He takes a moment to admire your body, his eyes filled with desire and tenderness. He gently pushes the dress down further, until it pools at your waist. He then carefully unhooks your bra, letting it fall away to reveal your breasts fully. He cups them gently, feeling their weight in his hands.
Ahhhh,He watches as you arch into his touch, your back lifting off the bed slightly. He can see the milk leaking slightly from your nipples, and he feels a surge of desire. Without breaking eye contact, he leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
He unbuttons your lower clothes carefully, slowly pushing them down your hips along with your underwear. He pulls them off completely, leaving you naked on the bed. He takes a moment to look at your body - your round belly, your swollen breasts leaking milk, your bare pussy. He swallows hard.
Jungkook pauses, his hands hovering just above your bare thighs. He meets your gaze, his dark eyes smoldering with barely restrained desire. "Can I...?" He lets the question trail off, gesturing vaguely downward with his eyes, silently seeking your permission to touch you intimately.
Nods head in yes,His shoulders relax slightly as he gets your silent permission. He spreads your thighs gently, making room for himself between them. He looks down at your body again, watching as your breasts rise and fall with each breath you take. He spreads your lower lips slightly with his fingers, looking at your bare, wet pussy.
Without hesitation, Jungkook lowers his face between your thighs, his tongue darting out to taste your intimate folds. He moans softly at the sweet flavor of your essence, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. He begins to eat you out slowly, deliberately, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy.
Ahhhhh,"God, your taste," He murmurs against your core, making you shiver. His tongue finds your clit, swirling around it slowly. He spreads your thighs wider with his shoulders, feastings on your pussy like it's his favorite meal.
He hooks his arms under your thighs, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders as he buries his face deeper between your thighs. He can feel your belly pressing against his head as he eats you out hungrily, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you still. "Delicious,"
He feels your body tremble and your thighs clamp around his head as you cum hard. He moans against your clit, the vibrations prolonging your orgasm. He continues to lick and suck gently, riding out your waves of pleasure until you finally collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily.
Jungkook I...I want you inside me but I'm afraid it might hurt the baby?
"No baby," He answers softly, seeing your worried expression. "Making love won't hurt the baby. It's safe. Plus, you're pregnant so you're even more horny, right?" He grins mischievously, making you laugh softly.
He positions himself between your thighs, his cock hard and ready. He takes his time, slowly pushing the head of his dick inside you, inch by inch. He watches your face for any signs of discomfort, making sure to be gentle and careful. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, pausing halfway.
Yes,He continues to push inside you slowly, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate him. Once he's fully sheathed inside you, he pauses, letting you get used to the feeling. He can feel your baby bump pressing against him as he rests his weight on his elbows. He leans down to kiss you gently.
Mmmm,"Fuck," he whispers between kisses, slowly starting to move inside you. He's hyper-aware of your pregnant body beneath him - your wider hips, your sensitive breasts pressing against his chest. He moves carefully, making sure not to apply too much pressure on your belly.
He finds your angle again, hitting that sweet spot as he starts thrusting your hips with slow, deep strokes. He watches your body writhe beneath him, your large breasts bouncing softly with each thrust. He sees your baby bump jiggle with his movements and groans softly. He spreads your thighs wider apart.
He continues to make love to you slowly and gently, his hands splayed on your belly to support his weight and protect the baby. He kisses you tenderly, whispering "Baby's okay?" between kisses. He's being extra careful, not wanting to hurt you or the baby.
He hits your G-spot again, causing your back to arch. He sees your breasts push up higher and your baby bump jut out more. He realizes that angle hits your spot perfectly. He pulls back and pushes in deep and slow, hitting your sweet spot again and again, making you moan softly.
Ummmm fuck, He smiles against your neck, his pace staying slow but deliberate as he hits that spot over and over. He can feel you getting wetter, your walls fluttering around him. He reaches down to rub your clit gently with his thumb, wanting to make you cum again while being careful with the baby.
Jungkookahhhh,"Mmm, that's it baby," he murmurs, continuing to hit your G-spot and rub your clit gently. He feels your walls tighten around his dick as you get closer to another orgasm. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, watching your face contort in pleasure.
He can feel the baby kicking rhythmically against his stomach as he makes love to you slowly. He's amazed at howchild seems to be enjoying the moment too, kicking happily as he hits your sweet spot again and again. He's being extra gentle, not wanting to hurt the baby or you.
"Come for me baby," he whispers, hitting your G-spot one last time while maintaining pressure on your clit. He watches you writhing beneath him, tits bouncing gently, baby bump visible. He leans down to kiss you deeply as you orgasm, swallowing your moans.
After your orgasm subsides, Jungkook slowly pulls out, his cock slick with your release. With a tender smile, he grabs a warm, wet towel and gently cleans between your thighs, wiping away any traces of your lovemaking. He kisses your inner thighs softly as he finishes cleaning you.
---
Author's Note:
[Just to clear any confusion - little Hyungwoo is Y/N's son with her late husband (Jungkook's older brother). She was already pregnant when her husband passed away. Jungkook was the one who lovingly suggested the name Hyungwoo for the baby, to honor his late brother's memory. Though he's not Hyungwoo's biological father, Jungkook loves him deeply as his own - and both Y/N and Hyungwoo are now Jungkook's whole world.]
TIME SKIPS
Three years later...
The living room was a soft chaos of toddler toys, tiny socks, and one very vocal three-year-old standing on the couch like he owned the world.
"I said," Hyungwoo pouted, his arms crossed, "you promised me choco milk, Mamaaaa!"
Y/N turned around from the kitchen island, holding a mixing spoon in one hand and an amused expression on her face.
"I also said," she replied calmly, "you'd get it after lunch, not before."
Jungkook, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to a pile of sketchbooks and Hyungwoo's doodles, raised a hand dramatically. "Justice for Hyungwoo!"
Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. "Really, Jungkook?"
He nodded, lips jutting out into a pout that matched his son's. "You haven't hugged me today either."
Hyungwoo gasped and pointed at Jungkook like he was on his team. "Yes! Mama didn't give me cuddles too!"
"Oh my god," Y/N muttered, walking toward them.
"Two giant babies," she mumbled under her breath.
Hyungwoo stomped his foot on the cushion. "Not baby! I'm big boy, I rap now."
And then, with absolute confidence, he began:
"I want my milk, not after lunch,
Mama you promised, now it's a punch!
Hyungwoo don't wait, he fight the rule,
Mama's heart soft-Hyungwoo cool!"
Y/N stared at him, mouth half open. "Did he just... rap-argue with me?"
Jungkook fell over, laughing so hard he nearly cried. "I'm not gonna lie. That was bars."
"You two are a menace," Y/N said, but the laughter was already bubbling up in her.
She dropped the spoon into the sink and walked over to them.
"Alright, alright. Come here."
Hyungwoo immediately climbed into her arms, still pretending to be grumpy but nestling his face into her neck.
And Jungkook? He shuffled over like a sulking puppy, wrapping his arms around her waist from the side.
"Mama loves Hyungwoo," she said, kissing his little cheek.
Then looked at her husband. "And Mama loves you too. Even when you both gang up on me."
Jungkook smiled into her shoulder. "Good. Because we're a package deal."
Hyungwoo perked up, looking between them. "Can I have choco milk now?"
Y/N groaned. "You're lucky you're cute."
Jungkook leaned in, whispering near her ear. "So am I."
She laughed, her heart full in a way it hadn't been in years.
Her late husband had once told her, "If anything ever happens to me, promise me you'll keep living, Y/N. Don't let your love die with me."
And now, watching Jungkook chase their rapping, giggling little boys across the living room floor, she knew - she'd kept that promise.
And in this home, filled with laughter and second chances, her heart finally belonged again.
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"Lunch is ready!" Y/N called out, placing the warm plates on the dining table.
Almost instantly, there was the sound of rapid footsteps-some heavy, some tiny.
Jungkook slid into the dining room like a dramatic dancer, socked feet skidding on the floor.
Right behind him, Hyungwoo charged in, arms flailing like a little warrior. "Noooo! Appa always wins!"
"I have longer legs!" Jungkook teased, sticking his tongue out as he plopped down next to Y/N.
"Not fair!" Hyungwoo shouted, puffing his cheeks out and crossing his arms like an angry dumpling. "Mama! Tell Appa to wait!"
Y/N couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of her. "What's going on now?"
Jungkook leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. "I called dibs on the first bite. From your hand."
"Not fair!" Hyungwoo wailed, scrambling onto the chair beside her. "I'm baby! Baby get first bite and first kissie!"
"I'm your husband!" Jungkook argued, already opening his mouth expectantly like a five-year-old. "Wife before life!"
"Not rhyme!" Hyungwoo pointed, squinting his eyes like a mini judge.
"It rhymed enough!" Jungkook shot back.
Y/N groaned, placing her hands on her hips. "Seriously. You two fight over food like I'm serving gold."
"You are," they said in unison.
Y/N shook her head, but her heart melted.
"Okay, fine," she said, picking up a spoon. "One bite for Hyungwoo..."
The little boy sat up straight, mouth wide, eyes hopeful. She fed him gently, wiping the little bit of curry that missed his lips.
"And..." she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "One kissie for my baby."
"Yayyyy!" Hyungwoo sang, doing a proud little bounce on his chair.
Jungkook looked devastated.
"I feel betrayed," he muttered, holding a hand to his chest.
Y/N turned to him with an exaggerated sigh. "And one bite for the dramatic husband."
She fed him too - and when she leaned in to kiss his cheek, Jungkook turned his head just enough for her lips to meet the corner of his mouth.
"Cheater!" Hyungwoo squealed.
"Strategist," Jungkook replied smugly.
Y/N rolled her eyes. "I need two pairs of arms for you two."
"We need two Mamas!" Hyungwoo declared, then paused. "Wait. No. I don't share."
"Me neither," Jungkook said with a grin, resting his arm around Y/N's chair.
Y/N laughed, brushing both their hair back - one soft and fluffy, the other slightly messy from sleep..
And at that moment, surrounded by warmth, arguments, spoon-fed bites and kissie battles, she had never felt more loved.
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The evening air was cozy inside the house, filled with the soft hum of the TV playing cartoons and the occasional clatter of Hyungwoo's toys across the floor.
The three-year-old was a whirlwind of energy tonight, his tiny feet padding across the living room as he ran from one corner to the other - clutching his favorite stuffed bunny tight in one hand.
"Mamaaa," Hyungwoo whined, pouting adorably as he dragged the toy behind him. "You not looking!"
Y/N smiled from where she was folding some laundry on the couch, watching him with gentle, affectionate eyes. "Mama's always looking, baby. You're my best boy."
At her words, Hyungwoo grinned brightly, showing his tiny bunny teeth.
But the grin didn't last long - he stomped his little feet dramatically.
"Appa playing with you," he huffed, turning his glare toward Jungkook, who was lounging nearby and scrolling through his phone.
Hearing that, Jungkook immediately perked up, putting his phone down.
"Yah, I'm ready! Let's play!" he said, arms open wide.
But Hyungwoo, being the drama prince he was, turned away with a fake "hmph," clutching his bunny to his chest and walking in tiny angry steps toward Y/N.
"Mama better," he mumbled with a pout.
Y/N laughed softly, bending down and scooping him into her arms.
"My poor little prince," she cooed, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.
Hyungwoo clung to her like a sleepy koala, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
A few moments later, he yawned so wide it made Y/N giggle.
"Tired already, my bunny?" she asked, smoothing his messy hair.
Hyungwoo rested his head against her shoulder, nodding slowly.
"Mama... 'm sleepy now..." he whispered, voice soft and small.
Y/N smiled warmly, her heart melting at how sweet and precious he looked.
"Okay, baby. Let's get you ready for bed," she said.
Jungkook got up too, coming over to stroke Hyungwoo's back.
"Goodnight, my big boy," he whispered.
Hyungwoo, already half-asleep, mumbled something that sounded like "love you" before snuggling deeper into Y/N's neck.
With careful steps, Y/N carried him to their bedroom - the room he had claimed ever since he learned to walk - and gently laid him down on their big bed.
She tucked the covers around him snugly, kissing his forehead.
Jungkook stood by the door, smiling softly at the sight.
"Sweet dreams, Hyungwoo-ah," Y/N whispered.
The little boy mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, hugging his bunny tightly.
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TIME SKIPS
The house had fallen into a comforting hush. Outside the windows, the world was quiet, painted in the soft silver of moonlight. Inside, the faint ticking of the clock echoed through the living room, and Hyungwoo's tiny snores drifted in from the bedroom.
Y/N stood in the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up as she wiped down the counter. Her movements were slow, tired but peaceful - the kind of calm that only came after putting a toddler to sleep successfully.
She didn't hear the footsteps.
But she felt the familiar arms wrap around her waist from behind.
A warm chest pressed to her back, a soft sigh fanning over her neck.
"Hmm?" she murmured, already smiling. "Someone's clingy tonight."
Jungkook didn't answer. He just buried his face into the crook of her neck, holding her tighter.
His lips brushed her skin, and he finally mumbled, "You didn't kiss me goodnight yet."
She chuckled softly, leaning into his warmth. "I was going to once I finished cleaning, Kook."
"Nope. Not acceptable," he whispered, lips pouting against her neck. "Hyungwoo got three kisses, and a lullaby. I got zero."
Y/N turned slightly, enough to see his boyish pout.
"And I saw you give him extra rice. You never do that for me," he added dramatically.
"Oh my god," she laughed, turning around fully in his arms. "Jeon Jungkook. Are you seriously jealous of a three-year-old?"
He nodded shamelessly. "He steals all your kisses. I want mine too."
Y/N smiled, cupping his face with both hands. His hair was soft beneath her fingers, eyes sleepy, but shining with love.
"You're ridiculous," she whispered.
"And you're beautiful," he said just as softly.
Then, slowly, she leaned in and kissed his pouty lips - once, twice, lingering the third time until his arms tightened around her.
When she pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes fluttering closed.
"I missed this," he murmured. "Just you and me. No interruptions. No chocolate milk emergencies. No rap battles."
Y/N giggled quietly. "He is a handful."
"He's our handful," Jungkook whispered, pressing a hand over her heart. "But sometimes I want to be your baby too."
"You always will be," she said, her voice gentle. "My other baby. The one who kisses me when I'm doing dishes and pouts over bedtime kisses."
He grinned and kissed her again, slower this time.
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gently grabs your hips from behind, pressing his aroused body against yours as he continues kissing your neck "You've been driving me crazy all month..." his voice huskier than usual, affected by the intimacy of the moment slowly slides his hands up your sides, making you shiver
Jungkook, gives you a soft nip on the neck, his other hand slowly pulling your shirt up to touch your bare skin "What, love? whispers in your ear You're so sensitive today..." he starts slowly moving his hips, grinding against you "I've missed you so much..."
Let me wash the dishes, "Those dishes can wait... whispers, one hand sliding around to cup your breast gently "Come on, love... I haven't touched you in a month. his lips trail down your neck "You're driving me crazy standing here like this..."
"Mmm... his hands start to roam, squeezing your hips and grinding his hardness against your bottom "You're so stubborn... he pulls you even closer, pressing kisses along your shoulder "Just let me have you for a minute... The dishes will still be there..."
growls softly in frustration as he watches you persist with the dishes, his arousal growing painful. "Dammit, woman..." in one swift motion, he lifts your skirt and presses his cock between the curves of your ass, groaning at the exquisite friction.
Ahhh,chuckles lowly, not letting up as he grinds against you, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "Finally got your attention, huh?" he murmurs teasingly, his breath hot against your ear. "Was this shocking enough for you to stop washing those damn dishes?"
Baby I have to wash the dishes please wait for sometimes, growls impatiently, pressing his clothed cock deeper between your ass cheeks with a sharp thrust. "Fuck, I can't wait anymore..." his voice is strained with need. "Those dishes aren't going anywhere, but my dick is about to explode here."
starts thrusting his clothed cock between your ass cheeks, his hands holding your hips in place as he loses control. "Shit... you feel so good like this..." he pants, his movements becoming faster and more desperate. "Just let me finish like this, okay?"
Ahhhh,"Fuck... those sounds you're making..." one hand trails down to your thigh, lifting it slightly to change the angle as he continues thrusting "You're driving me crazy... all focused on dishes while my dick's dying here..." whispers dirty things against your ear
"Trying to wash while I fuck your ass like this?" chuckles darkly, biting your shoulder. "You're so cute... and sexy" he keeps thrusting, his movements becoming more aggressive as he reaches the edge. "Just let me come like this, okay?"
Ummmm,"Mmm... you're killing me with those little noises..." his thrusts become erratic, his body tensing as he chases his release. "I'm gonna come... right between your ass cheeks... like a fucking animal..."
pants heavily as he finishes, his warm release coating your ass cheek and dripping down your thigh. "Fuck... look at that..." he gently pulls out, watching his semen slide down your skin with a satisfied.
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The kitchen lights glowed warmly, casting soft shadows around them.
The air was still heavy with their love - breathless kisses,sex, tender whispers, and stolen touches, all lingering like an invisible blanket wrapped around them.
Y/N leaned back against the counter, catching her breath, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from Jungkook's passionate kisses.
Meanwhile, Jungkook stood close, arms loosely wrapped around her waist, forehead resting against her temple.
"I love you," he whispered, voice low and rough.
Y/N smiled, threading her fingers through his hair. "I love you more, bunny."
He chuckled softly, placing a lazy kiss on her shoulder. "Mm... then show it. Pamper me."
She tilted her head, a playful gleam sparking in her tired eyes.
"Oh, you want to be pampered?" she asked sweetly.
Jungkook immediately nodded, looking like an overgrown puppy.
Y/N tapped his nose with her finger, smirking. "Actually... I think you deserve a punishment."
His eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock. "Wha-punishment?! For what?! I was amazing just now!"
Y/N laughed, loving how adorably offended he looked.
"For stealing kisses and having sex,when I was cleaning," she said with a faux serious tone.
"And for distracting me," she added, crossing her arms.
"But-! I was loving you!" he defended dramatically.
"Still counts," she teased.
Jungkook gave her the biggest, saddest pout, his bottom lip trembling in fake hurt. "Baby," he whined, dragging out the word.
Y/N bit her lip to hold back her laughter.
God, he was too cute for her own good.
"Your punishment," she said, booping his forehead, "is to finish all the dishes."
He gasped like she had just asked him to climb Mount Everest.
"All the dishes?!"
"All of them," she nodded seriously. "And no complaining."
Jungkook clutched his heart dramatically, staggering back a few steps as if wounded. "This is betrayal. After everything we shared tonight..."
"Stop being dramatic and start scrubbing, Mr. Jeon," she said, turning him around and giving him a gentle push toward the sink.
Pouting fiercely, Jungkook grabbed the sponge like it was his mortal enemy.
He started washing the dishes, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds to shoot her wounded, puppy-dog looks.
"You're so mean," he grumbled.
Y/N grinned and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his back.
"I'm not mean," she whispered. "I'm just keeping my big baby in line."
Jungkook sighed heavily, but his hands never stopped moving in the water.
"You owe me kisses after this," he mumbled.
"Lots and lots of kisses."
She smiled against him.
"You'll get every kiss you want, my love."
And as he grumbled under his breath and washed the dishes, Y/N stayed right there - arms wrapped around him, heart wrapped in his.
Even in the most ordinary moments, they were extraordinary together.
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THE END
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