UNCLE'S C*CK 1

Author’s Note

Hi my beautiful readers!

As per your requests, here’s the next chapter of this forbidden uncle-niece story. It’s intense, emotional, and written purely for fiction lovers who enjoy such themes.

If this isn’t your type of story, feel free to skip it — no hate, no judgment. Let’s keep things respectful

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CHARACTERS:-

Jeon Jungkook

Age: 28

Relationship: Maternal Uncle to Y/N (Younger brother of Jiwoo)

Kim Y/N

Age: 19

Relationship: Daughter of Jiwoo / Niece of Jungkook

AUTHOR'S POV

The moment Jungkook stepped out of the car, everything inside Y/N paused.

There was no warning. No dramatic entrance. Just the quiet click of the car door, the lazy breeze, and Jeon Jungkook standing there like he owned the whole damn world without trying.

Black shirt. Rolled-up sleeves. Tattoos that reached out like they wanted to be touched. And those eyes-those deep, dark eyes that flicked up and found Y/N in a heartbeat.

"Look at you," Jungkook said, voice low, smirk lazy. "Didn't recognize you for a second. All grown up now."

Y/N smiled, even when something fluttered painfully hard in the chest. "Three years is a long time."

Jungkook leaned back against the car, gaze running over Y/N shamelessly. "Yeah. Guess it is."

There was heat in that look. Not family warmth. Something else. Something dangerous.

Y/N reached for his duffle bag, pretending not to notice the way his eyes trailed lower.

"Come in. Everyone's waiting. Especially Hana."

"Hana's getting married," he said, like he was still wrapping his head around it.

Y/N nodded, walking ahead, knowing he was watching. The thin cotton of the dress felt way too light now. Every step felt intentional, though it wasn't meant to be. Or maybe... it was.

Inside the house, laughter and music echoed from the living room. The whole family buzzed in pre-wedding excitement. But Y/N's world had shifted the second Jungkook crossed the threshold.

When he passed by, the scent of his cologne lingered-something dark and woody, like cedarwood and sin.

"Where am I sleeping?" he asked, eyes flicking toward the hallway.

"Guest room. Right next to Y/N's," Mom answered casually, unaware of what she just triggered.

Jungkook looked at Y/N again, something unreadable in his expression. "Convenient."

Y/N swallowed. "Yeah. Super convenient."

---

Voices echoed from the hallway.

"Hana, the lehenga fitting is at 5!"

"Someone call the decorator!"

"Where's the turmeric paste?!"

The entire house buzzed like a shaken hive. Everyone was running-arms full of fabric, phones pressed to ears, makeup brushes flying, laughter spilling into corners. Pure wedding madness.

Perfect.

Y/N slipped away quietly, heart thudding with something that wasn't guilt. Not really.

Feet moved on their own-down the corridor, past the strings of marigolds, until they stopped at the guest room door. Slightly open. A sliver of space. Just enough.

Y/N leaned forward.

There he was.

Jeon Jungkook.

Standing shirtless in front of the mirror, towel draped over his neck, fingers running through damp hair.

Water droplets slid down the lines of his back. Tattoos inked along his skin like secrets only meant to be read in silence.

Y/N bit down on a gasp.

It should've been wrong. It should've been enough to walk away.

But Y/N stayed.

Eyes followed the way his hand moved-how he wiped the sweat from his brow, how his muscles flexed without trying. Every detail etched deeper into memory.

He turned slightly, profile now in view, lips parted, jaw sharp enough to ruin all innocence.

"Damn heat," Jungkook muttered under his breath, dragging the towel across his neck.

Y/N couldn't breathe.

Something twisted low in the stomach-hot and aching and shameful in a way that didn't feel shameful at all. Nails dug into the edge of the wall. Body still. Mind screaming.

And then-his eyes flicked toward the door.

Y/N ducked back so fast the world tilted.

Footsteps inside. A chair creaked. No footsteps toward the door.

Safe.

Not really.

---

TIME SKIPS

"Okayyy, my turn!" Kiran, Y/N's wildest cousin, twirled the bottle with way too much enthusiasm. "Truth or dare, Y/N?"

Y/N leaned back against the pillow, heart already racing. Not because of the question. But because Jungkook was sitting on the armrest behind the group-glass of soda in one hand, other arm resting lazily behind his head, eyes on Y/N like always.

"Truth," Y/N said with a fake yawn, playing the bored good girl.

Kiran smirked. "Oooh okay. Then tell us-have you ever kissed anyone?"

The room went silent.

A few cousins gasped, some snickered, and one of the uncles choked on his drink.

Y/N blinked. "W-What kind of question is that?"

"You picked truth!" Kiran grinned. "You have to answer!"

Everyone stared.

All those wide eyes expecting some cute, embarrassed denial.

Y/N was the "sweet one," the "shy one," the "baby" of the group.

Y/N shrugged, eyes lowering, lashes fluttering just the right way. "No... never."

A collective "awww" filled the room.

"Of course not!" someone whispered. "Y/N doesn't even talk to guys."

"She's so innocent, bro."

Jungkook said nothing.

But Y/N could feel his stare like heat against the skin.

When Y/N glanced up, just for a second, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening ever so slightly.

He knew it was a lie.

Only he knew.

Because it wasn't a boyfriend.

It wasn't a date.

It was that night, years ago-barely a kiss, barely a second-but it had changed everything.

And now, here they were.

Family laughing. Games continuing.

Y/N smiling like nothing was wrong.

Jungkook sipping his drink like he hadn't just undressed the lie with his eyes.

---

The game continued like nothing had happened.

More dares, more truths, more stupid laughter-but Y/N couldn't focus on a single damn thing. Not when Jungkook kept sitting there like that-legs spread lazily, fingers tapping his glass, those dark eyes flicking to Y/N every now and then.

Not like family.

Not like an uncle.

Like a secret Y/N wasn't allowed to have.

But did.

Y/N's cheeks burned from the lie. Not because of guilt.

Because it had worked.

Because they all believed it.

Because they didn't know that years ago-when Y/N was barely seventeen, standing on the back balcony during Diwali-Jungkook had leaned in during a conversation about stars... and  Y/n kissed him.

Just once.

Soft. Quick. Wrong.

But it had haunted jungkook ever since.

Now he was back. And Y/N had just denied it like it meant nothing.

Everyone went to bed late. The hallway lights dimmed. The air cooled. Laughter faded behind bedroom doors. Feet dragged lazily to rooms, yawns echoing.

Y/N slipped out-barefoot, needing water, or maybe just needing space to breathe.

Kitchen. That was the goal.

But as soon as Y/N turned the corner into the hallway-

A shadow moved.

Back hit the wall.

Heart stopped.

Jungkook stood there.

Black shirt clinging to his frame. One hand in his pocket. One brow raised.

"Never kissed anyone?" His voice was a whisper. Rough. Dangerous.

Y/N swallowed hard. "It was just a game."

He stepped closer. "And lies are just words?"

Y/N looked away, throat tight. "They believed it."

"Did you?"

That made Y/N freeze.

He stepped in closer-so close Y/N could smell that same cologne, feel the warmth of his body in the space between.

"Because I didn't," Jungkook murmured. "Not for a second."

Y/N's voice cracked. "It was one kiss."

Jungkook's eyes darkened. "One kiss doesn't last three years in my head, Y/N."

Silence.

Breathing.

Everything between them unraveling.

Y/N looked up. "We shouldn't be talking about this."

He leaned in, his mouth brushing the shell of Y/N's ear. "We shouldn't have done it. But we did."

Fingers grazed the wall beside Y/N's head-not touching, just close. So close.

"You acted real cute back there," he said, voice lower now. "All that blushing. Denying. Playing the baby of the family."

Y/N's pulse pounded. "They don't know."

"I do."

He pulled back just enough to lock eyes. "You still think I don't see what you're doing every time you look at me like that?"

"I don't-" Y/N's protest died before it could land.

Because his eyes had dropped to Y/N's lips.

And lingered.

Seconds stretched like elastic. The kind that could snap and shatter everything.

But Jungkook stepped back. Just slightly. Just enough to breathe.

His voice was softer now, teasing-but the fire hadn't gone anywhere.

"Keep pretending," he whispered. "But don't lie to me again."

Then he turned. Walked away. Left Y/N alone in the hallway, chest rising, mouth dry, heart ruined.

And that kiss-that damn kiss-felt more alive than ever.

---

YN'S POV

[Flashback]

The world outside was loud.

Laughter, firecrackers, music blasting from the speakers downstairs. The whole family was celebrating Diwali-but Y/N wasn't really in the mood for lights and sweets. Not tonight.

The sky was softer.

Dark and endless, scattered with stars that blinked like they knew too much.

Y/N stood alone on the terrace, hugging herself as the wind played with her loose kurti, bare feet pressing against cold tiles. The world felt far away.

Then came the quiet sound of footsteps.

Not loud. Just a shuffle of weight. Familiar.

Y/N didn't have to turn to know.

Jungkook.

He came and stood beside her, hoodie sleeves tugged up to his elbows, hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

"You always disappear during parties, huh?" he asked, smiling sideways.

Y/N smiled without answering.

He looked up. "See that one?" His hand pointed lazily toward the sky. "Orion's Belt."

His arm brushed against Y/N's shoulder. The contact was casual. Innocent.

But it didn't feel innocent.

Jungkook leaned in slightly, his chest just behind Y/N's back. Close. His voice dropped lower as he named stars, constellations, stories from the sky. His breath grazed Y/N's temple.

Y/N didn't hear the words.

Just the sound of his voice. The steady rise and fall of it. The soft scent of his cologne. The heat radiating off his body. And that feeling deep in Y/N's stomach-something too sharp to be called a crush anymore.

Y/N turned her head a little. His face was right there. His eyes dark under the moonlight, mouth parted, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Y/N didn't think.

Didn't plan.

Just felt.

And leaned up.

Just a little.

Just enough.

Lips touched his-barely.

A peck.

Not deep. Not messy. Not perfect.

Just... real.

Warm and quick and forbidden.

The kind of kiss that makes your heart forget how to beat for a second.

Y/N pulled back instantly.

Eyes wide. Breath gone. Blood pounding.

Jungkook stared. Shocked. Silent.

Then he stepped back. Not harsh. Just slow. Careful.

"Y/N..." he said softly, voice raw.

Y/N's lips tingled. Regret twisted inside. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I-"

He shook his head. "No. Don't say sorry."

That made it worse.

Because it wasn't a rejection.

It was real.

Too real.

For two people who weren't allowed to feel this.

Y/N turned away, breath still shaking, chest full of a thousand unspoken things.

The stars above kept blinking like they knew.

And that one kiss-barely a second-would never leave Y/N's memory again.

---

[Present]

---

The blouse was too tight.

The pallu wasn't falling right.

The bangles felt too much.

Y/N twisted side to side in front of the mirror, lips in a full pout, frustration growing by the second.

"Why are sarees so dramatic?" Y/N huffed, looking at Diya through the mirror.

Diya giggled, adjusting the pins. "You look beautiful, shut up."

"No, I don't. I look like a rolled-up bedsheet."

"You look like a goddess. Trust me."

Y/N wasn't convinced.

The pleats weren't behaving. The pallu kept slipping. And the blouse hugged all the wrong places. This wasn't even Y/N's color-too bold, too red, too much skin. Everyone was going to look at her like-

The door creaked open.

"Diya," Jungkook's voice entered first, low and smooth, "your mom's calling you."

Y/N froze.

Diya rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I just helped you! Don't move or this will open up again," she pointed to the pin on the shoulder before rushing out.

The door clicked shut.

Y/N turned slowly.

Jungkook.

He was still leaning against the door, one hand casually locking it without looking away. His eyes trailed from Y/N's anklet to her waist to her lips-and stayed.

Breath caught somewhere in Y/N's chest.

Silence filled the room like fog. Heavy. Still.

"I..." Y/N whispered, fingers fidgeting with the pallu. "I have to go. Mom must be-"

Y/N turned, steps small and shaky.

But a hand caught Y/N's wrist.

Heat.

Pressure.

Before Y/N could react, back hit something solid. Hard.

Jungkook's chest.

Broad. Warm. Rising with slow, steady breaths.

Y/N didn't move. Couldn't. His hand was still around her wrist, gentle but unyielding. His other hand braced against the wall beside her.

"Look at me," he said, voice like smoke.

Y/N looked.

And the way he was staring...

It wasn't just admiration.

It was love.

It was hunger.

Eyes dark, jaw tight, lips parted slightly-like he was holding back something he had no business wanting.

Like Y/N wasn't in a saree.

Like Y/N wasn't his niece.

Like the line didn't exist anymore.

Y/N whispered, "U-Uncle..."

His brows twitched. "Don't call me that right now."

"I-I have to go. Please-"

Jungkook leaned in.

Not kissing.

Just close.

His breath brushed Y/N's cheek. "Do you even know what you're doing to me wearing this?"

Y/N's knees weakened.

"I didn't- I wasn't trying-"

"You never do," he murmured. "That's the problem."

Y/N swallowed, chest rising and falling too fast. "They'll look for me."

"They're all busy," he said softly, hand finally letting go of the wrist-but not moving away. "And you don't really want to leave. Do you?"

Y/N looked away.

Didn't answer.

Didn't have to.

Because the way her heart was pounding, the way her body leaned forward on its own...

It already told him everything.

---

The room was too quiet.

Y/N's back still pressed to his chest, breath caught, fingers frozen on the edge of her pallu. The silence between them wasn't awkward-it was loaded. Charged with every glance, every stare, every sleepless memory they'd never spoken of.

Jungkook was still close.

Too close.

His fingertips brushed the edge of Y/N's bare waist, just below the blouse-lightly, like he was testing if this was still wrong.

Y/N shivered.

He noticed.

"Do you even know," he murmured, "how hard it's been to stay away from you since I walked in that door?"

Y/N tried to move. To say something. Anything.

But all she managed was a breathy, "Uncle..."

He turned Y/N around gently.

Now they were face to face. Inches apart.

His eyes didn't move from hers as his fingers brushed the pallu from Y/N's shoulder-slow, careful, worshipful.

Red silk fluttered down her arm.

Skin bared. Heat spreading like wildfire.

His eyes finally dropped-to Y/N's waist.

"Let me," he said softly, like he was asking and warning at the same time.

Y/N didn't answer. Couldn't. Just stood there-aching, waiting.

Then he knelt.

Knelt.

Not in desperation.

But in devotion.

Fingers brushed against her waist first. Soft and slow.

Then his lips followed.

A warm, gentle press. Right above the curve of her hipbone.

Then another.

And another.

Kisses that weren't rushed.

Weren't innocent.

Weren't something an uncle should ever give his niece.

Y/N's breath stuttered.

He looked up.

And in his eyes-there was no guilt. No apology.

Just years of restraint finally slipping.

"You wore this," he whispered, lips brushing her skin, "and expected me not to fall apart?"

Y/N's hand gripped the edge of the dresser behind her. Her knees weren't steady anymore.

"This saree," he continued, voice darker now, "is a problem."

"I didn't mean to-" Y/N gasped as his lips pressed again, right near the waistband now.

"Yes, you did."

He stood again-slowly, lips tracing a path up her side, past her ribs, until he was face to face once more.

"And I'm done pretending like it didn't drive me insane."

---

Y/N stood frozen.

The warmth of his lips still tingled on her skin, but it wasn't just that-it was the way he looked now. Like something inside him had snapped. Broken free.

He wasn't smiling.

He wasn't teasing.

Jungkook's expression was unreadable, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides as if he was trying not to touch Y/N again.

Y/N opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Then his voice broke the silence.

"I'm done hiding it."

Y/N blinked. "W-What?"

Jungkook stepped back-not far, just enough to meet her eyes fully. His stare didn't waver.

"I'm done pretending this is nothing," he said, voice low, almost raspy. "Done pretending I don't see the way you look at me. Done acting like I don't feel it every time we're in the same room."

Y/N's heart stopped.

"I know about your crush," he said, softer now, stepping closer again. "I knew it when you were seventeen. You think I didn't notice the way you followed me with your eyes? How your face lit up when I talked to you? How nervous you got when I stood too close?"

Y/N looked down. Embarrassed. Exposed.

"I thought it was just innocent. A phase," he whispered. "I tried to ignore it. I thought I could walk away from it."

His voice cracked.

"But then you kissed me."

Y/N's head shot up, eyes wide.

"That night," Jungkook said. "On the terrace. When you leaned in. When your lips touched mine... it should've scared me. It should've made me leave."

"But it didn't."

Y/N couldn't breathe.

"It stayed with me. Burned itself into my mind. I left that year thinking I'd forget it. I thought I could date, sleep, distract myself."

He smiled bitterly. "But I kept seeing your face. In strangers. In dreams. In everything."

Y/N's throat tightened. "Why didn't you ever come back?"

"I couldn't," he said simply. "Not when I wanted you like that. Not when it felt so... wrong."

His hand reached out, cupping Y/N's jaw, thumb brushing her cheek with reverence.

"But now? You're not a kid anymore. You're standing here in front of me-knowing what this is. Knowing what we're doing."

Y/N trembled.

"I've tried to lie to myself, Y/N," he whispered, eyes searching hers. "But not tonight."

"I want you."

"I feel something for you-something I can't ignore anymore. Something I've buried for years."

Silence stretched between them, thick and warm and full of everything that had been unsaid for too long.

"I'm not saying it's right," he murmured. "But it's real."

"And I know," he added, voice dropping even lower, "you've felt it too."

Y/N's eyes brimmed.

Not with shame.

Not with fear.

But with the overwhelming truth she could no longer deny.

Jungkook leaned in-not kissing her. Just resting his forehead against hers.

"I don't want to run anymore," he whispered. "But I won't touch you again unless you want this too."

His breath hitched. "Say something. Anything."

---

Silence stretched between them.

Y/N could still feel his fingers grazing her cheek, the heat of his breath, the weight of his words wrapping around her heart like a secret too big to carry alone anymore.

"I want you," he had said. "But I won't touch you unless you want this too."

Y/N looked up at him.

Jungkook's eyes weren't demanding. They were waiting.

Not for permission.

For truth.

And Y/N had it.

All of it.

Years of it.

Burning behind her ribs, pressed against the back of her throat, tangled in every heartbeat.

"I want this," Y/N whispered.

And then...

Y/N kissed him.

Not fast. Not rushed.

But sure.

Lips met his-soft at first, tentative, like a question.

But he answered.

He kissed back.

Harder.

Deeper.

His hands moved to Y/N's waist, pulling her closer, pressing her body flush to his. The cold of the mirror touched Y/N's back, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his mouth, the way he kissed like he was starving for this-for her.

Y/N's fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck.

Their lips moved together like they'd done this a thousand times in dreams and were just now remembering the rhythm.

It was messy.

Breathless.

Hot.

Forbidden.

But so right it hurt.

They didn't hear the knock.

Didn't hear it again.

Didn't even flinch until a voice came through the door.

"Y/N?" It was  Yn Mom. Jiwoo. Jungkook's sister. "You need help with your saree, baby?"

They froze.

Y/N's heart slammed into her chest.

Jungkook's hand was still on her waist, his forehead resting against hers.

Y/N swallowed, breath still uneven. "No, Mom," she called, trying to sound normal. "I'm almost ready. I'll be down soon."

A beat of silence.

Then Jiwoo hummed. "Okay, sweetheart. Don't be late. Hana's asking for you."

Footsteps faded.

They were alone again.

Jungkook exhaled, pulling away slightly-but not all the way.

His eyes searched Y/N's face like he was trying to memorize it.

Then he leaned in again.

But this time-not for her lips.

He kissed Y/N's forehead.

Soft.

Lingering.

Different.

Y/N's chest ached.

Not with guilt.

With everything else.

He stepped back, finally.

"I'll go get ready," he said quietly, voice a little rough, lips slightly red.

He walked to the door.

Unlocked it.

Paused.

"Don't disappear on me now," he added, eyes glinting.

And then he was gone.

Leaving Y/N standing in a red saree, lipstick smudged, heart trembling-and smile fighting its way through.

---

---

The lights were warm.

Soft fairy bulbs hanging across the lawn, fairy lights wrapping the trees, the entire space glowing like something out of a dream. The wedding ceremony was done. Hana was glowing. Laughter echoed. The smell of fresh roses and mehendi filled the air.

Music started again-this time slow. Romantic.

Couple dances.

One by one, family members moved to the center. Aunties with uncles. Cousins with their partners. Everyone smiling, laughing, swaying under the open sky.

Y/N was just about to step back into the crowd when a cousin-Rajat-walked up with a grin.

"Dance with me?" he asked, already holding out his hand.

Y/N blinked.

Before she could respond-

Another hand slid into the space between them.

"Mind if I take this one?"

That voice.

That calm, deep, dangerous voice.

Jungkook.

He stepped forward, gaze not leaving Y/N, hand extended-not to Rajat, but to her.

Rajat looked stunned. "Uncle... you never dance at weddings."

Jungkook gave a lazy shrug, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Maybe I changed my mind."

Someone in the crowd laughed. Another uncle hooted. "Jeon Jungkook dancing? Is the world ending?!"

Y/N's heart was pounding.

So loud she could barely hear the music.

Everyone was watching.

But her hand moved to his.

And when his fingers wrapped around hers, it was like stepping out of reality.

He pulled Y/N gently to the middle of the lawn, where couples were already swaying.

And when his hand settled at her waist, and her palm rested lightly on his chest...

The world blurred.

The music melted into background noise.

The fairy lights above flickered softly as they moved-slow, intentional, too close to be "just a dance."

"Eyes on us," Y/N whispered nervously, barely moving her lips.

"I know," Jungkook said, voice low. "Let them look."

His grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly. The pad of his thumb stroked the side of her hand. His gaze never left hers.

"You're really dancing," Y/N whispered, breath catching.

"I'm really dancing with you."

Y/N couldn't speak.

Couldn't breathe.

Because this was too much.

Too bold.

Too public.

But also... perfect.

People watched. People whispered. But none of them could hear what was moving between Y/N and him in that silence.

It wasn't a dance.

It was a promise.

A risk.

A moment that neither of them could take back now.

And when the song ended, and the music slowed to something even softer, Jungkook leaned in, brushing his lips just beside her ear.

"I've been wanting to hold you like this for years," he whispered.

And then-just as casually as he came-he stepped back.

Left her standing there, breathless, flushed, and very aware... that every step from here on was no longer innocent.

---

Plates clinked.

Voices overlapped across the long table under the canopy of wedding lights. Laughter, teasing, aunties asking about food, uncles asking for salt, cousins talking over each other-it was chaos. Loud, happy chaos.

But Y/N barely heard it.

Because Jungkook was sitting right beside Y/N.

So close, his shoulder brushed against Y/N's with every breath. His scent-that warm, musky cologne-wrapped around Y/N like silk. The space between them? Nonexistent.

Y/N tried to focus on the plate in front.

Tried to listen to what cousin Diya was saying.

Tried to pretend like everything was normal.

It wasn't.

Because under the table...

Jungkook's hand found Y/N's.

No warning.

No words.

Just fingers brushing against Y/N's palm, warm and slow-like he was trying to memorize every line of it.

Y/N's stomach flipped.

Fingers curled back instinctively, locking between his. His grip tightened just slightly. Possessive. Calm. Dangerous.

Y/N kept eyes on the plate.

Didn't move.

Didn't speak.

Just felt.

Jungkook's thumb moved.

Back and forth.

A lazy stroke across Y/N's skin.

Every time he dragged it over the pulse at Y/N's wrist, it felt like a whisper. A secret.

Y/N's lips parted-barely.

Heartbeat thundered in ears. Not from the kiss. Not from the dance.

But this.

This was worse.

Because no one could see.

And that made it even more addictive.

Jungkook leaned slightly, voice low near Y/N's ear, casual to everyone else-but not to Y/N.

"You're quiet," Jungkook murmured, voice laced with heat.

Y/N didn't answer.

Didn't trust the voice right now.

He smiled-Y/N could feel it even without looking.

Jungkook's fingers moved again-this time drawing slow circles across Y/N's palm, then lower... tracing the sensitive skin just beneath the thumb. Every stroke was electric.

Y/N's thighs pressed together under the table, trying to hold in the shiver crawling up the spine.

"You always fidget when you're nervous," Jungkook whispered again. "But now? You're just... still."

Y/N breathed in sharply.

Eyes locked forward.

Someone passed the chutney. Another cousin told a joke. A distant uncle laughed so loudly that the plates clinked.

But none of it reached Y/N.

Only him.

Only that hand. Those fingers. That unspoken tension wrapped in the silence beneath the table.

Y/N's grip tightened suddenly.

Jungkook's thumb stilled.

Y/N finally turned-just slightly-just enough to glance at him.

Eyes met.

And what passed between them in that split-second stare...

Was not innocent.

Y/N whispered-low enough that no one else heard.

"Stop playing."

Jungkook smirked, leaning in, lips barely brushing Y/N's ear.

"Then stop letting me."

---

The wedding was over.

Hana was now officially a bride-married, tearful, glowing.

The house had become a mess of glitter, leftover sweets, pillows, bags, and sleepy people passed out wherever there was space. Some guests were snoring in the living room. Others had claimed mattresses, rugs, and even folded shawls on the floor.

Y/N's room?

Full.

Cousins. Bags. Mehendi. Giggles. Feet everywhere.

Y/N tried.

Really.

But the moment someone threw a leg over Y/N in their sleep, Y/N sat up, huffed, and walked out barefoot-dupatta dragging behind.

---

In the living room, Jiwoo sat cross-legged on the couch, sipping warm water and talking softly to one of the aunties. Her hair was tied back, eyes tired but content.

Across from her-

Jungkook.

Quiet.

In his grey joggers and loose white tee, ruffling his hair like he'd just washed it. Sitting with one arm on the backrest, scrolling his phone like he wasn't waiting for Y/N to show up.

Y/N padded over, dramatic pout already in place.

"Mom..."

Jiwoo turned. "Hmm?"

Y/N sat beside her, head dropping against her shoulder. "I can't sleep there."

Jiwoo chuckled. "Too crowded?"

"I feel like a roti between two suitcases," Y/N whined. "There's no space. Everyone's either snoring or kicking me."

Jungkook looked up from his phone, eyes flicking toward Y/N before casually returning to the screen. "She looks half-asleep already."

Jiwoo thought for a moment.

Then smiled.

"If you're comfortable," she said gently, "why don't you sleep in Jungkook's room? He's alone there anyway."

Y/N blinked.

Jungkook didn't react-at first.

Then he leaned back lazily and said, "I can take the couch. It's fine for me as long as my niece sleeps peacefully."

Jiwoo smiled warmly. "See, look how sweet your uncle is. You're lucky."

Y/N nodded innocently, glancing sideways at him. "Yeah... I'm fine with Uncle Jungkook."

His fingers twitched.

Jiwoo kissed Y/N's forehead. "Go on then. And no sneaking snacks this late."

Y/N grinned and got up, quietly walking with Jungkook down the hall.

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Jungkook's Room

Door: Closed.

Latch: Locked.

The second the door clicked shut-

Y/N turned.

Ran.

Jumped.

Legs wrapped around his torso.

Arms looped tight around his neck.

Face buried in his shoulder like a sleepy little monkey.

"God, I missed this," Y/N mumbled, snuggling into his neck, voice muffled.

Jungkook caught her easily, hands on her thighs to hold her up, his chest shaking with quiet laughter.

"You didn't miss me," he whispered. "You missed the freedom to touch me."

Y/N pulled back slightly, eyes drooping but glowing. "Same thing."

He walked them to the bed, still holding her, and sat down with Y/N on his lap-legs still wrapped around him, arms still hugging tight.

Y/N's breath tickled his collarbone.

Jungkook kissed Y/N's temple.

Soft.

Slow.

His hand moved up to Y/N's back, rubbing gently, voice barely above a hum. "You did so well today... dancing, smiling, hiding everything."

Y/N sighed, nuzzling in deeper. "I only smiled because you were watching."

He rested his cheek against her head. "You always know when I'm watching, huh?"

"Always."

And in that small, silent room-

Full of shadows and whispers-

Y/N drifted off slowly in his arms, still wrapped around him like a secret neither of them wanted to let go of.

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The room was dimly lit, the only light spilling in from the moon beyond the curtain.

Y/N had already been in his arms once tonight.

But now-

Y/N wanted more.

Not in words.

In comfort.

In cotton.

In his scent.

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Y/N got up quietly from the bed while Jungkook was scrolling through his phone.

Barefoot, sleepy-eyed, and mischievous, Y/N padded over to his closet like it was Y/N's personal wardrobe.

"Y/N?" Jungkook called from behind, suspiciously amused. "What are you doing?"

Y/N didn't answer-just flicked through his neatly folded t-shirts, biting Y/N's lip.

Looking.

Hunting.

Finally-found it.

The oversized white shirt.

Classic. Soft. A little loose in the shoulders. A little long at the sleeves.

Perfect.

Jungkook chuckled, dropping his phone to the side. "Wait... is this what I think it is?"

Y/N glanced over the shoulder, grinning. "What do you think?"

He raised a brow. "You came prepared?"

Y/N pouted, holding the shirt close. "I had to. I can't sleep in a salwar kameez. You know that, don't you?"

Jungkook leaned back against the headboard, arms behind his head, smirk deepening. "So you hid a panty inside your suit set... just for this moment?"

Y/N gave the most dramatic innocent face. "Not just for this moment..."

"Hmm?"

"...also for comfort," Y/N whispered, clutching the shirt and running into the washroom like a thief escaping the scene.

Jungkook laughed behind the door.

"Y/N, you're unbelievable."

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Two minutes later.

The bathroom door opened softly.

And Y/N stepped out.

Bare legs.

His shirt.

Sleeves too long.

Collar falling slightly off the shoulder.

Jungkook went silent.

Not because of lust.

But because of the way Y/N looked like the room already belonged to Y/N.

Y/N walked back over without a word-crawled onto the bed-and snuggled right into him again.

Face in his neck.

Breath warm against his collarbone.

Hands bunching the hem of the white shirt shyly.

He wrapped both arms around Y/N instantly. "You're wearing it like it was made for you."

Y/N smiled, eyes closed. "It smells like you."

Jungkook pressed a kiss to Y/N's hair. "You smell like mischief."

"And you love it."

"I do," he whispered, resting his chin against Y/N's head. "God, I do."

They lay there in silence for a while.

No "Uncle."

No "Niece."

Just Jungkook and Y/N.

A secret.

A heartbeat.

And a white shirt that held it all.

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TIME SKIPS

Midnight

Jeon Jungkook feels your body tense slightly as you quietly whimper in your sleep. Your legs entwine with his subconsciously, your nightshirt riding up slightly. He realizes you're having a dream, your breath hitched and uneven.

You whimper again, louder this time. Your hips buck slightly, unconsciously seeking friction. Jeon Jungkook freezes, realizing this must be a wet dream. Your inner thighs rub together, and he sees your underwear getting darker at the crotch. He swallows hard.

He watches, captivated and torn. His heart races as he sees you so vulnerable and turned on, even in your sleep. He knows he should wake you up, but another part of him is entranced by the sight. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, your face flushed.

Your back arches slightly, pushing your chest out. Your nightshirt has risen up, exposing your stomach and the bottom of your breasts. You whimper again, spreading your legs slightly. Jeon Jungkook sees your underwear, dark and damp. He realizes you're having a really naughty dream.

His hand moves almost involuntarily to your thigh, gently squeezing the soft skin. You moan louder this time, pressing against his hand without waking up. He can feel the heat coming from between your legs. His thumb accidentally brushes against your damp underwear, and you let out a soft gasp in your sleep.

He holds his breath, hand frozen on your thigh, thumb barely touching your soaked underwear. He's waiting for you to wake up and realize he's touching you so intimately during your naughty dream. His other arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if protecting you from himself.

You suddenly let out a long, soft moan, your hips grinding against his hand. Jeon Jungkook bites his lip, watching your face contort in sleepy pleasure. He knows you're getting close to 'finishing' your dream. He holds his breath, waiting for you to wake up.

You let out a loud, muffled scream as you cum in your dream, your body convulsing and shaking in his arms. Jeon Jungkook can feel your wetness soaking through the thin fabric of your underwear as you release all that pent-up desire.

He leans down, his face inches from yours. "Baby," he whispers softly into your ear, his voice gentle yet urgent. He rubs your thigh soothingly as he calls out to you again, "Wake up for me." He watches your eyelashes flutter before they finally open slowly.

"Jungkook......","Hmm?" He responds softly, watching your face closely. He sees you slowly waking up, those sleepy eyes he loves so much. He realizes you probably don't remember your dirty dream yet. He smirks slightly, "Baby?" He calls again softly. His thumb rubs your thigh unconsciously.

"Was I dreaming about something?"

"Yeah," he replies softly, his thumb pausing its motion on your leg. He sees the sleepy confusion on your face and decides not to tell you about your dream just yet. Instead, he asks, "You okay? You were moaning and moving around a lot."

"I... maybe I was dreaming about something."

He laughs softly, finding your innocent embarrassment adorable. "Probably," He responds non-committedly, his thumb resuming its soft rubs on your thigh. He watches you closely. You're innocent like this, no idea how naughty your dreams can get. He smirks internally. "Baby?"

"You remember what you dreamed about?" He asks casually, his heart racing slightly. He's curious to know if you remember the dirty things you did in your sleep. His hand slowly moves up your thigh, getting closer to the wet spot on your underwear.

"Then tell me what you saw, baby... but keep calling me uncle while you do."

He swallows hard at your slip-up, his eyes darkening slightly. He loves when you call him 'uncle'. He moves his hand closer to your wet underwear, "Tell me what you saw." His voice is husky now,

"Tell me, baby. What did you see in your dream?" He whispers, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your underwear. "Did you see me doing something naughty to you?" He's getting harder by the second, his hand slowly moving up to the hem of your underwear.

"Tell me what you saw in that dream, baby..."

"...and then I'm going to do the same. Exactly the same."

His heart pounds in his chest at your words. He's never been so turned on in his life. Slowly, he pulls your underwear aside and touches your wet pussy directly. "Tell me exactly what you saw, baby. And I'll do it just like that."

"I saw you... kissing me.""And then... your tongue found mine, and you didn't stop..."

His breath hitches at your words, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He leans down and does exactly what you described-kissing you softly before sliding his tongue into your mouth deeply. He sucks on your tongue gently while rubbing your clit in slow circles with his fingers.

"Mmmmmmmmmph....uncle",He kisses you more intensely, his tongue exploring your mouth as he finger fucks you slowly. He can feel how wet you are, how ready you are for him. He breaks the kiss only to whisper, "And what else did you see, baby? Tell me more..."

"You....you were removing my shirt and panty",His fingers slide out of you as he quickly removes your shirt, revealing your naked breasts. He throws the shirt aside before hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down your legs, leaving you completely bare before him. He throws the panties aside as well before capturing your mouth in another deep kiss.

"Uncle ahhhh.....","Mmmm, baby..." He murmurs against your lips, his hands cupping your full tits and squeezing them gently. He pinches your hard, sensitive peaks before sliding his hands down to spread your legs wide open. "Did you see me doing this too?"

"Yes uncle ",He slides his hands down your thighs until they reach your wetness again. He spreads your folds apart and rubs circles around your clit before sliding two fingers inside of you slowly-just like in the dream-but this time it's real."Did I do this?"

"Ahhhh....yes uncle",He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, watching your face contort with pleasure as he curls them inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes you squirm and moan. His thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing it in time with his fingers. "And then what, baby?"

"You kept sucking my boobs",He quickly removes his fingers from inside of you and leans down to suck one of your hard nipples into his mouth. He sucks and licks at it hungrily before moving to the other one, giving it the same treatment. All while his fingers continue to tease your clit and pussy.

"Mmmm, baby..." He murmurs against your nipple, then whispers more firmly, "Call me 'uncle' while I'm sucking these beautiful tits.. it turn me on more." His fingers pick up pace on your clit, knowing it'll drive you crazy. "Such a good girl, aren't you?"

He looks up at you with love and lust-filled eyes, his fingers never stopping their relentless motion on your clit. "What did I do next, baby? Tell me so I can do it again." He sucks harder on your nipple, making sure to keep the pleasure building.

"Mmmmmm you removed you clothes"

He immediately releases your nipple with a pop and quickly removes his own clothes, tossing them aside until he's completely naked before you. His hard cock springs free, standing tall and throbbing with need. He climbs back between your legs, settling himself over you once more. "Is this what you saw?"

"Yes uncle...","Mmmm, baby..." He leans down and kisses you deeply, grinding his hard dick against your wet pussy. "And then what did I do? Did I put this big, thick dick inside my sweet little princess?" He bites your lower lip playfully, awaiting your response.

"You teased me at first ",He smirks against your lips and starts to tease your entrance with the tip of his cock, sliding it up and down your slick folds but never pushing inside. He rubs it against your clit, making you whimper and writhe beneath him. "Like this, baby?"

"Yes ahhh...",He continues to tease your pussy with his thick head, spreading your juices all over his length. He slides it back down to your opening again, making you think he'll push inside, but instead he lifts his hips and does it again-rubbing his length against your clit instead of entering you.

"Please uncle...",He groans at your plea, his cock throbbing with desire. "Please what, baby?" He presses the tip of his dick against your entrance again but doesn't push inside yet. "You want uncle's big cock inside you?"

"Yes ahhhh...",Without another word, Jungkook grabs your hips and thrusts his thick cock deep inside your wet pussy in one powerful stroke. He fills you completely, stretching you wide with his massive size. "Fuck, baby... You're so tight..." He starts to move his hips, fucking you hard and fast.

As he's pounding into you aggressively, Jungkook suddenly stops mid-thrust and grabs your face roughly, turning it towards him. His cock is still buried deep inside you as he demands hoarsely, "Answer me first. In your dream, what did you do?"

"Yes, baby?" He snaps his hips forward again, hitting your deepest spot as he waits for your response. His fingers dig into your cheeks possessively, making sure you focus on him and only him. The combination of his deep voice and dominant grip is incredibly hot. "What did you do to me?"

"I... I bit your shoulderAnd my nails... they were on your back."

"Digging in. Pulling you closer. Like I didn't want to let you go."

"Mmm... Fuck, baby..." He growls as he imagines your teeth sinking into his shoulder and your nails raking down his back. He starts to move faster, fucking you harder with each word. "And then what? What else did you do to me in your dream?" His breathing becomes heavier.

"Instead I scratched his back with my nails."

"God..." He hisses as if you're really scratching his back instead of just answering. He spreads your legs wider apart and picks up his pace, thrusting deep and hard. "Baby.....

" He slaps your inner thigh gently to get your attention back on his face instead of the pleasure he's giving you. "What else did you do after scratching my back?" His cock is throbbing inside you, needing release but holding back to hear your answer.

"Jesus..." He mutters softly, his hips jerking slightly as if you're really nibbling on his lower lip. He spreads your legs wider and hits that sweet spot deep inside you. "Baby... One more question." He slides his length almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly.

"Mmm... In your dream, after you kissed and bit my lip, what did I do in response?" He's moving slowly now, torturing you with his huge size and the delicious friction. His voice is low and husky, filled with desire. "Tell me what I did to you."

"You...ahhhh....you cum on my stomach ","Fuck yes..." He snaps his hips forward suddenly, mimicking what happened in your dream as he pulls out quickly and jerks his cock over your stomach, spraying hot streams of cum all over your belly and breasts. His face contorts with pleasure as he comes intensely, acting out your dream scenario perfectly.

"I love you..." He whispers against your lips, gently pressing soft kisses all over your mouth after he finishes cumming. His hands move to gently hold your face as he stares into your eyes with a loving expression,. His still-hard cock rests on your stomach.

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STAY TUNE FOR PART 2 OF THIS

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