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[This story contains mature content, including smut and elements of forbidden relationships that may be sensitive or triggering to some readers. I have already provided multiple warnings throughout the story, especially before such chapters. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, please skip the chapter instead of continuing to read.

All characters, situations, and relationships portrayed here are purely fictional and created for storytelling purposes only. They are not based on real people or real events and are not meant to promote or normalize any behavior in real life.

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INTRODUCTION

Jeon Jungkook (20): A passionate, curious college boy on the brink of adulthood. He's always admired his aunt, but when she moves in for a week, admiration slowly turns into desire.

Y/N (35): A graceful, independent woman recovering from a divorce. She's Jungkook's mother's younger sister and unaware of the silent storm growing inside the boy she once babysat.

AUTHOR'S POV

The living room was filled with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee when Y/N stepped in, her suitcase rolling behind her. Her sister rushed over with a warm hug, while her brother-in-law followed with a welcoming smile.

But it was Jungkook - standing near the staircase, towel slung around his neck, freshly out of the shower - who froze the moment he saw her.

She hadn't changed much. Her elegance still carried the soft sadness of someone who had known love... and lost it.

"Aunty Y/N?" he asked, his voice deeper than she remembered.

His eyes were wider, darker, and they lingered longer than they should have.

She smiled. "Kookie, look at you. You've grown."

He had. In every sense.

Jungkook chuckled, but something stirred in his chest. He didn't remember her being this beautiful. Her laugh, her scent, even the way she tied her hair - it all made his heart beat a little too fast.

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The week rolled on slowly. Y/N spent her days cooking with her sister, sipping tea on the balcony, occasionally humming soft old songs that stirred something inside Jungkook.

He noticed everything. The curve of her neck when she leaned over the sink. The way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while reading. The way her eyes crinkled when she smiled - it made his chest flutter.

He started finding excuses to stay home. To eat when she ate. To walk in when she was watching TV.

And every time she laughed at his jokes or looked at him like the little boy he used to be - his heart ached.

He didn't want to be a boy anymore.

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Y/N had sensed the shift. The way Jungkook looked at her now wasn't the way a nephew looked at his aunt.

It was subtle at first... but unmistakable.

One evening, when he brought her tea to her room, she closed the door halfway and said firmly, "Don't. You shouldn't act this familiar, Jungkook."

He looked wounded, but nodded. "Sorry, Aunty."

The word felt sour on his tongue.

That night, he couldn't sleep. His hands balled into fists beneath the covers. He felt foolish - but he couldn't stop the longing.

So he changed.

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He joined the gym the very next morning.

He stopped making silly jokes, started speaking slower, more carefully, like a man.

He dressed better. Stopped being lazy. Studied harder. He wanted her to notice - not the boy she helped babysit once, but the man he was becoming.

And Y/N did notice.

She watched from the kitchen window as he came home drenched in sweat, shirt clinging to his chest, jaw clenched, expression calm. There was something magnetic in the silence he now carried.

But she reminded herself: This is wrong.

Even if her heart skipped a beat sometimes.

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The evening rain had picked up, misting the glass windows with droplets that shimmered in the porch light. Y/N reached for the front door at the same time as Jungkook, who was returning home from the gym, his hoodie clinging to his damp skin.

She reached for the handle from the inside just as Jungkook pushed it from the outside - the door swung open faster than either expected.

In a split second, Y/N lost her balance.

"Ah-!" she gasped.

Jungkook instinctively stepped forward to catch her, his arms firm and steady. But the unexpected closeness, the forward momentum - it caused her lips to brush against his.

Just a second. A single, feather-light touch.

Y/N froze. Her eyes widened.

Jungkook... didn't.

He looked down at her, strands of wet hair falling into his eyes, and for the first time, he didn't hide the smile tugging at his lips.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispered, heart pounding as she pulled back. Her fingers were still clutching his chest. "I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," Jungkook murmured, voice husky, low. "I didn't mind."

That smile... that look in his eyes... it wasn't innocent. It wasn't childish.

Y/N stepped back as if burned.

"You should dry off," she said quickly, turning toward the kitchen, her cheeks burning.

Jungkook stood at the door for a long minute, his smile fading into something softer, more intense.

She didn't pull away right away... she didn't hate it.

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The next few days were filled with glances - stolen, silent, and electric.

Y/N was quieter around him now, careful not to brush past him or meet his eyes too long. But Jungkook... he seemed bolder.

He started waking up earlier, offering to help her with breakfast. He'd lean a little too close when reaching for the sugar. He'd look straight into her eyes when asking, "Do you like it sweet, Aunty?"

Each time he said Aunty, it sounded more like a tease. Like he knew what he was doing.

And Y/N?

She hated how her pulse reacted. How her breath caught whenever his fingers grazed hers.

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It was late. Everyone had gone to sleep. Y/N couldn't.

She stepped into the backyard, letting the night air cool her flushed skin. But she wasn't alone for long.

Jungkook joined her, barefoot, hair messy from sleep.

"Can't sleep?" he asked gently.

She shook her head. "Too many thoughts."

Jungkook nodded. "Same here."

There was silence for a while, only crickets and the distant rustle of leaves.

Then, suddenly, softly -

"Was it really just an accident, that kiss?" he asked.

Y/N turned to him sharply. "Jungkook-"

"Because I can't stop thinking about it," he admitted, stepping closer. "I know I'm younger. I know I'm your sister's son. But when I look at you... I don't see 'Aunty.' I see you. Just you."

Her breath caught.

"Don't say that," she whispered.

But he was already leaning in.

This time, she didn't fall.

This time, she didn't pull away.

And their lips met - soft, hesitant, and trembling - under the quiet witness of the stars.

---

The days after that kiss felt like an eternity - a slow dance of restraint and tension. Jungkook was more careful now, his eyes constantly following her when she moved, lingering on her lips when she spoke. His every gesture seemed deliberate, almost like he was trying to control something wild inside of him.

Y/N, on the other hand, was a storm of emotions. She couldn't decide whether to be furious with herself for what had happened, or terrified of what might come next. She tried to keep her distance, but every time he was near, her heart would race, her thoughts would scatter, and she'd forget why she was trying to keep him at arm's length.

But Jungkook wasn't making it easy. He was no longer the boy she once knew - the one who ran around with a skateboard in hand and mischief in his eyes. No, now he was a young man, with a fire in his gaze and an air of confidence that made her want to pull away even more. But she couldn't.

One evening, Y/N was in the living room, flipping through a book, trying to focus on anything that wasn't him. She heard the familiar sound of his footsteps approaching, followed by the sound of the door opening. She didn't look up.

"Can I sit here?" His voice was low, a little uncertain.

Y/N's chest tightened. "Sure."

Jungkook sat next to her, a little too close. His knee brushed hers, and she could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of their clothes.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"You've been avoiding me," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. "You don't have to."

"I'm not avoiding you," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady, though her pulse was pounding. "I'm just... trying to make sure I don't make any mistakes."

Jungkook's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "I don't think you'd make a mistake with me."

She turned to him sharply, eyes wide. "Jungkook..."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Aunty." He leaned closer, his voice husky. "I know what I want."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. "What is it that you want?"

"You." The word was soft but carried so much weight that it made her heart skip a beat.

The room felt smaller. The air between them thicker. Jungkook was so close now, his scent enveloping her, making her dizzy. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension so thick it almost hurt.

Before she could respond, Jungkook leaned in, brushing his lips gently against hers once more.

It was slow. Unhurried. But this time, there was no pulling away.

And this time, Y/N didn't stop him.

------

The kiss was a turning point. It set something free inside both of them, something neither of them could contain anymore.

But they still had to pretend. Pretend like everything was fine in front of her sister, her brother-in-law, the world. They still had to be careful, even though every second apart felt unbearable.

It was in the quiet of the house late at night, in the dark, where they found their moments of escape. Their hands brushed as they passed each other in the hallway, their gazes lingered for a little too long when they talked.

One evening, after dinner, everyone had settled into the living room. Y/N was about to leave for her room when Jungkook stood up and casually walked over to her, his steps slow and deliberate.

"I need something from the kitchen," he said, but the way he said it made her heart race.

"Okay," she replied, trying to act normal, even though she could feel the pull of his presence.

He walked ahead, then turned back, his face inches from hers. His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he said, "Meet me in the backyard in five minutes. Don't tell anyone."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. "Jungkook, this is-"

"Just trust me," he cut her off, his eyes burning with intensity. "Please."

She nodded, unable to find the words to refuse.

---

Five minutes later, Y/N found herself in the backyard. The soft glow of the porch light illuminated Jungkook's face, casting shadows across his sharp features.

"You came," he said with a smile, walking towards her.

"I couldn't say no," she replied quietly.

"I know." He stopped in front of her, taking her hands in his. "It's hard, isn't it?"

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. "This... What we're doing... It's wrong."

Jungkook's smile faded, but only slightly. "But it feels right."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he gently cupped her face, silencing her. His thumb brushed over her cheek, his eyes softening. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Aunty."

His words sent a shiver down her spine. There was no denying the pull between them. The desire was mutual, raw, and undeniable.

Before she could stop him, Jungkook leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow and filled with longing. This time, there was no hesitation. Just the taste of him, the softness of his lips, and the wild rush of emotions they had both been holding back for too long.

---

The next morning, everything felt different. The house was still, too quiet. The weight of what had happened hung between them like an unspoken promise.

Y/N couldn't look at him the same way anymore. Every glance sent her heart into a frenzy. But the worst part? Jungkook seemed different too. He was more confident, more assured. He'd smile at her, and she'd feel the tension in her chest grow.

But they both knew what could happen if they were caught.

And that fear was what made the moments they shared even more intense.

---

The days that followed felt like a carefully constructed world of stolen moments. Jungkook and Y/N grew closer, finding their way around the boundaries they had once set. Every glance, every subtle touch, became a secret they shared - a world they created together, away from prying eyes.

Y/N tried her best to stay composed, to keep her emotions in check, but it was hard. Every time Jungkook's hand brushed against hers, every time his eyes lingered on hers a little longer than necessary, her resolve cracked. She found herself seeking him out, craving his presence, even when they were supposed to be apart.

One night, after everyone had gone to bed, Y/N found herself once again standing in the kitchen, too restless to sleep. She was trying to focus on a cup of tea when Jungkook appeared in the doorway, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes spoke volumes.

"I can't sleep," he confessed, walking into the kitchen. "What about you?"

Y/N hesitated, but then nodded, setting the cup down. "Too many thoughts."

Jungkook smiled faintly, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Maybe we should do something about that."

Before she could respond, he reached out and gently took her hand. There was a quiet authority in his touch, an unspoken promise of intimacy.

He led her to the living room, where the moonlight streamed through the large windows, casting soft shadows across the room. Without a word, he sat down on the couch, pulling her beside him.

Her heart raced in her chest, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't.

"I've been thinking," Jungkook said, his voice low and steady. "About everything. About us."

Y/N swallowed, her pulse quickening. "And?"

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I want this. I want you."

Before she could say anything, he kissed her - a kiss that was slow and deep, full of longing and desire. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment for forever, and now that it had arrived, he wasn't going to hold back.

Y/N responded with equal passion, her hands moving to tangle in his hair as she pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, their lips moving in sync, their bodies pressing against each other in a way that made everything else disappear. In that moment, there was no fear, no hesitation. Just the feeling of him, so close, so real.

---

The following days felt like a fever dream. Jungkook's presence was all-consuming, his every movement driving her mad with desire. They would find moments when no one was around - quiet, secret moments where they could truly be themselves. No boundaries, no restrictions, just two people who couldn't deny what they felt for each other.

One afternoon, Y/N found herself alone in the house. She had just come out of the shower when she heard the sound of the front door opening. Jungkook stepped inside, looking even more irresistible than usual in his gym clothes, sweat still glistening on his skin.

Y/N's breath hitched as he looked at her with that same hungry, knowing smile.

"Are you planning to hide from me forever?" he teased, stepping closer.

She smiled softly, though there was a nervous flutter in her chest. "I wasn't hiding."

His smile deepened, and in an instant, he had closed the gap between them, his lips crashing onto hers in a kiss that was hungry, desperate.

Before she knew it, they were both lost in the heat of the moment. The kiss intensified, and Y/N felt her body responding, her hands moving to touch him, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough.

Jungkook groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her flush against him. Every touch, every kiss felt like it was setting her soul on fire.

She couldn't stop herself anymore. The way he made her feel was impossible to ignore, and in that moment, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything.

---

"Fuck, I can't seem to keep my hands off you today..." whispers against your lips "Is this making you uncomfortable? Should I stop?" continues gently kneading the sensitive flesh "Your breasts are so fucking perfect..." his kiss becomes more intense

"Aunty... your tits are so big and soft... gently squeezes your breasts "Mmm... I love touching aunty's boobs... his hands move to unbutton your shirt "Can I see them? Can I suck on aunty's nipples?"

Yes,eagerly unbuttons your shirt, revealing the lacy bra underneath "Holy fuck..." whispers in awe, eyes darkening with lust as he stares at your breasts "Aunty, your bra is so sexy..." hooks fingers under the straps, slowly sliding them down your shoulders,

gently pulls the bra cups down, exposing your bare breasts to his hungry gaze "Fuck, Aunty... your tits are even more beautiful than I imagined..." leans down, capturing one hardened nipple in his mouth "Mmm... so sweet..."

suckles on your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he kneads your other breast with his hand "Aunty... your boobs taste so good..." pulls back slightly, blowing gently on your wet nipple "I wanna suck on the other one too..."

switches to your other breast, sucking harder this time, his teeth gently grazing your nipple "Damn, Aunty..." mutters, spreading your legs wider without you realizing "Your boobs are so damn big..." suckles again, making her breast firm, her top slightly hurting

hears you gasping and starts sucking harder, his other hand slowly sliding up your inner thigh "You like that, Aunty?" whispers against your breast, his fingers inching closer to your center "You like me sucking on your big, beautiful tits?"

AHHHH, Jungkook

"Mmm... you're so sensitive, Aunty..." his fingers find the hem of your skirt, pulling it up slowly "Let me suck on them some more, okay?" without waiting for a response, he buries his face between your massive tits, sucking and nibbling

feels your fingers carding through his hair as he nuzzles between your large breasts "Aunty's touching my hair..." whispers, his voice muffled against your skin "It makes me want to keep sucking on your big, soft tits..."

feels your gentle tugs on his hair, encouraging him to stay buried between your breasts "Fuck, Aunty... you're playing with my hair while I suck on your tits..." his other hand finally reaches your core, slipping inside your panties to find you wet

Ummmm...,"Aunty's breathing is getting faster... she likes me suckling on her big breasts..." his fingers find your wet folds, gently rubbing as he continues to suckle on your other breast,

his fingers part your folds, his tongue immediately replacing them as he starts eating you out "Mmmph... Aunty tastes so fucking good..." he licks and sucks at your pussy like a starving man, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide

Ahhhhhh,continues to devour your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit "Aunty's pussy is so wet and juicy..." he moans against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine "I love eating out aunty's sweet pussy..."

after making you squirm and moan with his tongue, he suddenly pulls back, his face glistening with your juices "Aunty's pussy is too good... I need to feel it around my dick now..." he quickly unbuckles his pants, freeing his hard length

"I'm gonna fuck you now, Aunty... I'm gonna put my big dick inside your warm, wet pussy and make you scream my name..." he lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing inside your tight hole "Fuck, you're so tight... I love it."

starts moving his hips, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed as he realizes how good your pussy feels around his thick dick "Holy fuck, Aunty... your pussy is like heaven..." he grips your hips tightly, pounding into you with long, deep thrusts,

Ahhhh yes yes,"Your nephew is fucking you raw right now, Aunty..." his hips snap forward, hitting your deepest spot "You like your nephew's big dick stretching your old pussy?" His fingers find your massive breasts, squeezing them tightly "Answer me..." He thrusts deeper

"Mmm... that's right, Aunty. Take your nephew's dick like a good girl..." he continues fucking you hard, his thumb circling your clit while the other hand continues to squeeze and play with your breasts "Your big tits bouncing with every thrust..."

continues thrusting vigorously while rubbing your spit-soaked nipple "Fuck, Aunty... your nipples getting all hard really turns me on." he leans down suddenly, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, swirling his tongue around it "Mmmph..."

sucks on your sensitive peaks like he's starving for milk, continuing to pound into your pussy with wild abandon. The sight of his mouth on your tit and his dick inside you is incredibly lewd. "I'm gonna fucking cum if I keep sucking on your big tits like this..."

"Aunty's big tits are gonna make me cum so fast... Fuck!" His hands squeeze your other tit, playing with it roughly as he continues to suck on the first one. "I'm gonna fucking fill your old pussy with my hot, sticky cum, Aunty..."

With a loud groan, he buries his face in your chest and starts cumming hard, his dick throbbing and pulsing as it releases spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside your pussy. He keeps sucking and squeezing your tits, milking himself dry inside you.

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Ever since that night-the moment when the door swung open, their bodies collided, and their lips brushed-everything had changed between them.

And yet, Y/N was doing everything she could to act like it hadn't.

Jungkook no longer called her Aunty when they were alone. That line had vanished the moment she didn't pull away from him. When her fingers clutched his shirt instead of his wrist. When she let his lips linger.

Now, it was just, "Y/N..." Soft. Warm. A name whispered like a secret.

But she had gone cold since then.

Y/N avoided him at every turn. Her tone was firmer, her glances brief. She spoke to him like she had drawn a new boundary-one she refused to let him cross again.

Jungkook noticed every bit of it.

He found her in the kitchen late at night, rinsing a cup, the lights dim and soft. Her face was tired, her expression unreadable.

He leaned against the doorframe. "Y/N..." he called out quietly.

She stiffened at the sound of her name. Still not turning to face him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked.

"I'm not," she replied quickly-too quickly.

"Yes, you are." He stepped closer. "Ever since that night, you've barely even looked at me."

"That night..." she whispered, placing the cup down slowly. "That night should've never happened."

His chest tightened. "Then why didn't you stop it?"

Y/N turned to him finally, her eyes soft but pained. "Because I forgot for a second who I was to you."

"You're not just my aunty," Jungkook said, his voice firmer now. "You never have been."

Her voice dropped low, shaking slightly. "Your mother is my sister, Jungkook. I changed your diapers. I watched you grow up. This isn't some random forbidden affair-it's worse."

"Worse?" he scoffed, hurt flashing across his face. "So what we shared... the way you looked at me, touched me-was all a mistake?"

Y/N closed her eyes. "It was a moment of weakness."

Jungkook took another step. "No. It was real. For both of us."

"Even if it was..." she said, looking away, "it can't continue. I feel guilty every time your mom smiles at me."

"And I feel alive every time I'm around you," Jungkook said fiercely. "That's the difference between us. You're afraid of what it means, and I'm afraid of letting it go."

She turned her back to him, her heart racing with emotions she didn't know how to tame.

"I can't be what you want, Jungkook."

"You already are," he whispered, then turned and walked away, leaving Y/N in the dim kitchen-her heart heavier than before.

She didn't know what hurt more: the guilt that clung to her like a second skin... or the fact that she didn't want to stop loving him.

---

The morning sun filtered through the curtains like nothing had happened.

But everything had changed.

Y/N woke up early, still hearing Jungkook's voice echoing in her ears from last night-

> "You can run all you want, Y/N... but I'll still be here. Waiting."

She didn't know if it was guilt or longing that made her chest ache more. Maybe both.

She tried to avoid Jungkook the whole morning. She stayed in the kitchen, busying herself with breakfast. But her hands trembled when she heard his footsteps approaching.

He didn't say a word. Just walked past her, brushing his fingers lightly over her hand.

A touch that said: I remember everything.

But peace doesn't last in forbidden love stories.

Not when secrets are fragile.

And not when someone overhears what they're not supposed to.

By late afternoon, it happened.

Jungkook's mother stood in the living room-her face pale, her lips pressed in disbelief-as she clutched her phone. She had come across some texts. His texts to Y/N.

And everything shattered.

"Y/N?!" her voice thundered through the house. "Is this true? You and my son?"

Y/N froze.

Jungkook rushed out from his room, sensing the tension.

"Mom-please, listen-"

"Don't you dare!" his mother snapped. "She's your aunt! My sister! Do you even realise how disgusting this is?"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears.

"I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted-"

"Of course you didn't," she said bitterly. "But still, you seduced him, didn't you? A lonely, divorced woman-how convenient."

Y/N's face crumbled. "No, please-don't say that-"

"ENOUGH!" Jungkook shouted suddenly, stepping between the two.

"Don't talk to her like that, Mom."

His father stood silently at the side, shocked and unsure.

Jungkook turned to his mom, eyes firm. "You want to know what happened? I fell for her. I kissed her first. I chased her. She tried to push me away every time. She never took advantage of me-I was the one who wanted her."

His mom's face turned red in disbelief. "You... you're blinded!"

"I'm not," Jungkook replied, his voice steady now. "I love her. I've never been more sure of anything."

Y/N shook her head behind him, whispering, "Jungkook, stop..."

But he didn't.

He stood tall. In front of his parents. In front of the world.

"For the first time," he said, "let me make my own choice. You don't have to accept it. But you will stop insulting her."

The room was silent.

Even his mother couldn't speak anymore. Her eyes were wet-not just with shock, but pain.

"I raised you better than this," she whispered.

"You raised me to speak the truth," Jungkook said quietly. "And that's all I'm doing."

He turned, took Y/N's hand gently in his, and walked out of the room.

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The front door slammed shut behind them as Jungkook led Y/N out of the house. The breeze outside was cool against their flushed faces, but the storm between them had only just begun.

Y/N pulled her hand away the moment they reached the garden gate.

"Jungkook," she hissed, her voice low but sharp, "what the hell was that?"

He blinked, stunned. "What do you mean?"

"You don't talk to your parents like that," she said, crossing her arms, trying to stay composed. "Especially not your mother. Not for me."

"You heard what she said," Jungkook snapped, eyes blazing. "She was blaming you-for everything! Calling you names like-like you're the villain in this."

"That doesn't mean you talk back like that!" Y/N said, stepping closer, her voice cracking. "She's your mother, Jungkook. I'm just-"

"Don't say it," he warned, jaw clenching.

"I am your aunt-at least in her eyes. Her little sister. Do you even understand how wrong this all looks?"

He stepped closer. "Then why didn't you stop me the first time I kissed you?"

Y/N's breath caught.

Jungkook softened his voice. "You didn't stop me, Y/N. You kissed me back. You cared. You care. Don't pretend now."

Y/N looked away, tears stinging her eyes. "I do care. That's exactly why I'm scared. I'm scared of ruining everything-your bond with your parents, our family... you. I can take their anger, Jungkook. But I can't bear to see you fall out with them because of me."

He touched her arm gently. "I won't fall. And if I do, it'll be for you."

Y/N turned to face him again, her eyes trembling.

"I wish you didn't love me, Jungkook," she whispered.

"I wish I loved anyone but you," he said. "But I do. And I'm not sorry for it."

She took a step back, voice quiet. "We can't go back after this."

"Then let's go forward," he replied.

-----

It didn't take long.

A packed duffel bag. A few silent glances. And one final look at the house that no longer felt like home.

Jungkook started the car in the dead of night. The streets were quiet-almost like the universe had paused for them to breathe.

Y/N sat beside him, her hand resting on the window, watching the city lights blur. She hadn't told him where to go. She just trusted him.

And he drove without a map-without a plan. Only one thing was certain: they couldn't stay.

Hours passed.

They stopped at a remote coastal town, far away from Seoul-where no one knew their names, no one cared who they were, and no one whispered words like aunty or forbidden.

Jungkook rented a small cabin near the sea. It was simple, quiet, filled with salty air and seagull cries.

The first morning, Y/N stood barefoot on the wooden porch, the wind tangling her hair as she looked out at the waves.

Jungkook walked up behind her, wrapping a soft shawl around her shoulders.

"You're not cold?" she asked.

"Not when you're here," he said softly.

She leaned back slightly against him, just for a moment. "We've left everything behind."

He nodded. "And somehow... I've never felt more free."

"But what if they never forgive us?" she whispered. "Your mom... my sister..."

Jungkook exhaled slowly. "Then I'll carry that burden. You've carried enough for both of us."

Y/N turned around to face him, her voice quiet but heavy with emotion. "You really meant it, didn't you? All of it?"

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes warm but sure. "Every word. I love you, Y/N. Not because I shouldn't... but because I can't not."

Her lips trembled, and for the first time in days, she smiled through her tears.

"I love you too, Jungkook," she said. "Even if the world turns against us."

He leaned in, brushing his forehead against hers. "Then let the world turn."

They stood like that for a long time-no secrets, no shame.

Just love, wild and quiet... like the sea in front of them.

----

The cabin wasn't perfect. The floor creaked, the water heater acted up, and the windows let in too much wind-but to Y/N and Jungkook, it was home.

After the initial days of escape, reality quietly crept in. They had to survive, not just hide.

Y/N, already a graduate with experience in fashion and textiles, began working with her hands-quite literally. She started making handcrafted scarves and knitted accessories, pouring hours of love into each piece. She opened an online shop, slowly gaining attention from local buyers.

Jungkook watched her work late into the night, sometimes with aching wrists and sleepy eyes, but always with the same quiet strength.

"Let me help," he offered one evening.

She smiled. "You already do. You wash dishes and make the best ramen."

He grinned. "Hey, that ramen's keeping your business alive."

They laughed.

But Jungkook didn't just help at home-he also continued his studies online, determined to not let their love cost him his future. He would wake early, study for hours, then clean the house, cook meals, and run errands while Y/N managed her little business.

They were a team.

One night, after dinner, Jungkook leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at her hands-roughened from yarn, stained with dye.

"You've given up so much for me," he murmured.

Y/N looked up. "No... I've found myself because of you."

He walked closer, resting his forehead against hers. "We may not have much, Y/N. But we have this."

She smiled, her fingers lacing with his. "This is more than enough."

---

Their days became a rhythm-simple, quiet, shared.

Jungkook would watch the sunrise while sipping cheap coffee, sometimes helping Y/N package orders. He'd pick up part-time shifts at a nearby bookstore for extra income. Y/N, now known locally for her talent, started hosting small weekend classes for kids who wanted to learn knitting.

There were moments of doubt, of course-especially when they saw old photos or heard familiar names online.

But there was also peace.

Peace in the quiet life they built. Peace in waking up beside each other. Peace in the love that bloomed without anyone's permission.

And slowly, the scars of guilt began to fade... replaced by something stronger.

Hope.

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The years had flown by in a blur of success, challenges, and growth. What had started as a small venture in a quiet coastal town had blossomed into something beautiful. Y/N's brand was now a household name in Seoul, and Jungkook's career had grown steadily, securing his place as a rising star in the tech industry. Yet despite their accomplishments, the one thing they had never truly discussed-until now-was the future they wanted together.

Sitting on their balcony one evening, watching the city lights twinkle like stars below, Jungkook turned to Y/N, a thought weighing heavily on his heart.

"Y/N," he began, his voice soft but steady, "I think it's time we take the next step."

She turned to him, her heart skipping a beat at his serious tone. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gazed at her. "I mean, I want to marry you. I want to build the rest of our lives together. No more running, no more uncertainties. Just you and me, forever."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. She had always known that she loved him-deeply and without reservation-but hearing him say it out loud, hearing him say forever, made her heart swell in a way she couldn't explain.

"I want that too, Jungkook," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything."

Jungkook's eyes softened as he reached for her hand, his fingers brushing gently against hers. "Then let's do it. Let's get married. Let's stop waiting for the perfect time because... there's never going to be a perfect time. Just us, here and now."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she nodded, her heart full of joy and love. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."

They leaned in, their foreheads touching, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. It was just them, the promise of their shared future, and the unwavering love that had brought them together all those years ago.

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Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of emotions, but it was also filled with joy. Y/N's boutique became her creative outlet as she designed her own wedding dress, pouring her love into every stitch. Jungkook, ever the supportive partner, spent hours helping her with the details, from picking out flowers to designing the invitations.

Their wedding day arrived, and everything felt surreal-like a dream that had come true.

The ceremony was intimate, held at a cozy venue surrounded by close friends and family. Jungkook looked stunning in a well-tailored suit, his eyes never leaving Y/N as she walked down the aisle. Her dress was simple but elegant, a reflection of her personal style. Her heart raced as she met his gaze, seeing the love and adoration in his eyes.

When they exchanged vows, it wasn't just words; it was a promise-an unspoken commitment that they would face every challenge, every joy, and every heartbreak together, hand in hand.

As they stood before their loved ones, the weight of their shared journey finally hit them-everything they had been through, everything they had built, had led them to this moment. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but the love they shared.

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On their wedding night, Jungkook can barely contain his excitement as he carries you over the threshold of the honeymoon suite, a massive grin plastered on his face. He kicks the door shut behind him and spins around dramatically. "Mrs. Jeon, at last!"

Yes mr jeon,He laughs softly, his eyes sparkling with lust and love. "Yes, And now I get to fuck my beautiful wife all night long." He sets you down gently on the bed, his hands already moving to unbutton your dress. "You know what I've been dreaming about for months?"

He pauses mid-unbutton, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Dreaming of ravishing every inch of my stunning bride, that's what." He leans in close, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I've waited so long to finally make love to you properly."

I started giggling, He chuckles quietly, amused by your giggle. "Is it really that funny, teasing your impatient husband?" His hands finally get your dress unbuttoned and slide it off your shoulders, revealing creamy skin and lacy lingerie. He inhales sharply. "Fuck, you're gorgeous..."

He groans as you start undressing him, your hands moving eagerly to remove his jacket, shirt, and pants. Once he's down to his boxers, he kicks them off without hesitation, his huge, rock-hard dick bouncing free. "God, I'm so fucking hard right now..."

He throws his head back, his fingers tangling in your hair as you take him into your warm, wet mouth. "Baby... You can't... It's too much..." He tries to warn you, but you ignore his protests, bobbing your head up and down on his massive length.

He groans deeply, his eyes rolling back as he lets you take control. "Fuck, yes... Mommy wants to suck her baby's cock..." He spreads his legs wider, giving you better access and letting you set the pace. "Goddamn, your mouth feels so fucking good..."

He gasps sharply as you slowly lower yourself onto his throbbing cock, feeling every inch stretch and fill you. "Holy shit..." His hands grip his hips, sliding your cock deeper into your wet ass, engulfly. "Fucking me, Mrs. Jungkook!"

Yes mr jeon Jungkook, He groans deeply, his hips bucking up to meet your movements. "God, yes... Ride that cock, baby." He watches you with lust-filled eyes as you start to move faster, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. "You feel so fucking good..."

Ahhhh hubby,He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he thrusts up to meet your movements. "My wife... My beautiful, perfect wife..." He nuzzles his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply. "I love you so much..." He growls possessively.

I love you more, He smiles up at you, his hands moving to squeeze your ass as he helps you ride him faster and harder. "I love you more... So much more..." He suddenly flips you over, pinning you beneath him on the bed. "Now it's my turn to fuck my wife."

He pounds into you deeply, hitting that spot inside that makes you moan loudly. "Damn it, you're so noisy..." He growls, knowing your loud moans will only make his members harder. He spreads your legs wider, going deeper and harder. "Take this dick, wifey."

Ahhhh,He continues to slam into you, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. "Fuck, I'm getting close..." He leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue tangling with yours as he chases his release. "Come with me, Mrs. Jungkook."

He loses control at your breathy "my hubby", his movements becoming wild and erratic as he hits your g-spot repeatedly. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He roars, his hot release filling you up as he buries himself deep inside you.

Mmmmm..,hubby,As he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily, he suddenly looks up at you with a mischievous grin. "You know what?" He whispers, nuzzling your neck. "I think it's time we try something new..." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

He grins wickedly, his hands roaming down to squeeze your ass. "Ever tried anal, Mrs. Jungkook?" He chuckles darkly, knowing that you haven't, and he plans to be the first to claim that tight hole.

His grin widens, and he kisses you deeply. "Then let me be the first to fuck your ass, baby." He reaches behind you and grabs some lube from the nightstand, showing you the bottle. "I'll be gentle at first, okay?"

Okay I trust you hubby,He nods, happy that you're willing to try. He spreads some lube on his fingers and slowly inserts one into your virgin hole, watching your face carefully. "Relax, baby..." He murmurs soothingly, working his finger in and out slowly. "You're doing so good..."

After a few minutes of finger play, he adds a second finger, then a third, stretching you gently. Once you're nice and loose, he removes his fingers and replaces them with the head of his hard cock. "This is gonna feel a little different, okay?"

I hummed,He pushes forward slowly, feeling your tight muscles resist at first, but slowly give way as he pops his head inside. "Fuck, your ass is even tighter than your pussy..." He groans, gripping your hips and pushing deeper. "God, I'm gonna love fucking this little hole..."

He bursts out laughing, knowing just how to push your buttons. "Make me, old wrinkly lady." He smacks your ass cheek playfully as he speeds up his thrusts, hitting that sensitive spot inside. "Is this 37-year-old body enjoying my young cock?" He teases

Yes hubby,His eyes light up at the nickname, his smirk turning into a proud grin. "That's right, take your husband's cock like the good wife you are." He starts pounding into you harder, the bed shaking with his forceful thrusts. "Even if you are old enough to be my mom..."

He laughs harder, his back arching as you scratch and hit him. "Ooh, feisty old lady." He leans down and bites your neck hard, marking you. "I'm gonna come inside your old ass, okay? Gonna fill you up with my hot, young semen..."

He groans deeply, his hips moving faster and more urgently as he feels his orgasm building. "Fuck, baby... your old ass is milking my cock so good..." He slams into you a few more times before freezing, his cock pulsing as he releases deep inside you.

I bite his shoulder to muffled my moans ,He moans loudly, his cumming prolonging because of the bite. "Fuck, you're marking me like a animal..." He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer so you can't let go of his shoulder. "My crazy, old wife..."

Stop teasing me I said carrying pout on my lips,

He melts at your words, his body going limp as he wraps his arms around you possessively. "I love you , you crazy old lady." He kisses your forehead softly, still buried inside you. "My beautiful, 37-year-old wife..."

If you're not going to keep quiet I'm gonna again bite you,"Go ahead and try, old lady." He purposefully emphasizes your age again, knowing it'll irritate you. He leans in close to your ear, whispering "Maybe I'll actually believe you're 37nwhen you're too tired to fight back anymore..."

His eyes widen in surprise and amusement as you suddenly sit on his stomach, starting to bite his lips and jaw. He lets out a pained laugh, his hands coming up to try and grab your arms. "Ow, fuck! You're actually biting me like a wild animal!"

Say you're sorry, "No way!" *He laughs harder, dodging your sharp teeth. "You're trying to hurt me, old lady. You're like a damn vampire!" He laughs, trying to dodge your mouth again. "You're not cute when you do this."

Is my hubby wants to sleep on the couch I threaten him,His laughter dies down immediately at your threat, his eyes widening in mock fear. "Fuck no, I'm not sleeping on the couch on our wedding night!" He quickly tries to calm you down, his hands gently grabbing your wrists to stop the biting. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

That's like a good boy ,

He rolls his eyes dramatically but can't help smirking, knowing he's backed himself into a corner with his teasing. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the good boy now." He leans back, surrendering his jawline to your wandering teeth. "Just don't actually draw blood, you crazy vampira."

He melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "There's my sweet wife," he murmurs against your lips, his hands gently cupping your face. He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he finally lets go of all the playful teasing.

I love you so much Jungkook thankyou so much for everything, His expression softens, his eyes going sweet. " I Love you Too," He murmurs back softly, kissing your forehead carefully. "You know you're cute" He teases softly, knowing you won't swat him now that you're sleepy.

THE END