UNCLE'S C*CK 2

Let's continue from where I left....

AUTHOR'S POV

The morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, but nothing compared to the ache blooming across Y/N's back.

Y/N winced.

Every step toward the bathroom mirror made Y/N walk a little slower, hands resting against Y/N's hips, trying to stretch but failing. The soreness wasn't sharp-but it was constant. Like a reminder.

Of everything that happened last night.

Of the way Jungkook whispered Y/N's name like it was poetry.

Of the way he touched, held, and worshipped every inch of Y/N with aching patience.

Y/N bit a smile and groaned softly.

"Okay... maybe I asked for it..."

As Y/N stepped out of Jungkook's guest room, planning to sneak back to Y/N's own space to freshen up-

Jiwoo was already in the hallway.

Perfect timing.

Terrible timing.

Jiwoo turned, instantly noticing the way Y/N was walking-slow, careful, not quite straight.

Brows furrowed. "Y/N?"

Y/N froze.

Jiwoo looked worried. "What happened? You're not walking properly."

Before Y/N could answer, Jungkook stepped out of his room too-freshly showered, hair damp, white shirt clinging slightly to his chest. Calm. Too calm.

Y/N blinked, heart skipping.

Not now. Not here.

"I-I actually... fell down from the bed last night," Y/N blurted, forcing a nervous laugh. "Just a little, that's all."

Jiwoo gasped. "Fell? Ayy, why didn't you tell me last night!"

"It wasn't a big deal," Y/N lied quickly. "I applied something already, that's why I'm going to take a shower in my room now."

Jiwoo tilted her head. "Why your room? Go use Jungkook's room na. He's already done. And your room's still crowded with cousins."

Y/N stammered. "Uh-okay, I... sure, I'll go."

Jiwoo smiled and nodded. "I'll bring your clothes."

Y/N turned and slipped quietly into Jungkook's room again-heart pounding.

Before the door even fully shut, Y/N collapsed against it with a quiet sigh.

"This is chaos."

---

Outside, Jiwoo was heading to Y/N's room when Aunty Seema called her from the kitchen. "Jiwoo , can you help with the thali setup?"

Jiwoo nodded. "One second, I'm just getting Y/N's clothes."

"No no, I'll handle it, ji!" Seema insisted.

Jiwoo turned to Jungkook. "Yah, Jungkook-bring Y/N's clothes from her room, na? Since you're right here."

Jungkook blinked once.

Then nodded. "Okay."

Jiwoo smiled. "Tell the girls there to hand them to you."

---

In Y/N's Room

Cousins were still half-asleep, sprawled across the bed.

Jungkook stepped inside and cleared his throat.

"Y/N needs clothes," Jungkook said simply.

Diya popped up. "Now? From here?"

"She's in my room," Jungkook replied. "Taking a shower."

Diya didn't think twice-grabbed a hanger from the corner and handed it over. "This one! She told me to keep this ready-it's her favorite!"

A soft baby pink saree and golden blouse.

Jungkook took it silently and walked back.

---

In His Room Again

Y/N was still in the bathroom when Jungkook returned.

He tapped the door lightly. "Y/N... I've got your clothes."

Y/N opened the door a crack and reached out. "Thank you..."

Jungkook looked down at the fabric, then leaned a little closer.

"You're wearing pink," Jungkook murmured.

Y/N smiled. "You always like me in pink."

His hand brushed Y/N's knuckles before Y/N shut the door again.

---

A few minutes later.

Y/N stepped out-freshly showered, glowing slightly from the warmth of the water. The baby pink saree hugged softly across Y/N's waist, pleats gathered with care, pallu draped over Y/N's shoulder.

But before Y/N could sit-

Jungkook was already there.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor near the bed, lotion bottle in hand.

He patted the space in front of him.

"Sit. I'll do it."

Y/N blinked. "What?"

"You look tired. Let me help."

Y/N sat slowly, back aching just a bit, and held out one arm.

Jungkook gently pumped lotion onto his palm and rubbed it across Y/N's forearm-slow, soft circles, fingers pressing into every curve of Y/N's wrist and hand.

It wasn't just a massage.

It was love in motion.

Y/N watched his face as he worked-focused, quiet, like nothing else existed.

He moved to Y/N's other hand. "Still sore?"

Y/N nodded faintly.

Without another word, Jungkook set the bottle aside and reached for Y/N's hairbrush.

He moved behind Y/N, kneeling, and slowly began brushing Y/N's hair.

Careful. Patient. Like a ritual.

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut.

His fingers threaded through softly, untangling, smoothing.

Not once did he rush.

When he was done, he gathered the strands and tied them loosely.

Y/N turned around slowly-heart full.

Jungkook was just looking.

At Y/N.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Y/N whispered, "Why do you take care of me like this?"

Jungkook leaned in, kissed Y/N's forehead.

"Because you're mine."

---

TIME SKIPS

The house was slowly emptying.

One by one, guests had packed their bags. Hugged. Smiled. Waved goodbye.

Laughter was replaced by quiet.

Decorations still clung to the walls like memories refusing to leave.

And standing at the far end of the hallway-

Y/N watched.

Watched Jiwoo hug Jungkook tight near the entrance.

Watched her fingers cling to the sleeve of her younger brother like she wasn't ready to let him go either.

---

"Can't you stay just a little longer?" Jiwoo's voice cracked as she cupped Jungkook's face. "It's been so long since we had time like this..."

Jungkook smiled warmly. "Next time for sure, noona."

"But why not now?" Jiwoo pleaded softly. "Even one more day..."

"I have a meeting at 2 PM," Jungkook said gently, brushing Jiwoo's hand. "I need to reach on time."

Jiwoo sighed, nodding slowly.

Y/N stood across the hall, behind the wall-silent, eyes burning.

This wasn't fair.

After everything. After nights full of whispered promises, forehead kisses, and secret smiles.

Now he was leaving.

Just like that.

Y/N blinked rapidly.

No.

No way.

Not without trying.

---

Without thinking, Y/N turned and ran to the kitchen-where Jiwoo was setting down a tray.

"Mom..." Y/N called softly, already pouting. "Can I ask you something?"

Jiwoo glanced up. "Hmm?"

"I've never gone to Uncle Jungkook's house before, right?" Y/N said, eyes wide, voice sweet. "So I was thinking... since college is on break right now... can I go with him?"

Jiwoo raised a brow. "Now?"

"Please?" Y/N stepped closer, hands joined together in a pleading gesture. "I'll behave, I swear. Just a few days. I won't be trouble."

Jiwoo looked into Y/N's eyes for a long second.

Then sighed.

Then smiled.

"You're impossible," Jiwoo muttered, ruffling Y/N's hair. "Fine. I'll tell Jungkook."

Y/N lit up instantly, whispering a silent yes! and ran up the stairs to quickly grab essentials.

---

Meanwhile...

In the guest room, Jungkook was packing.

Carefully folding his clothes.

Sliding books and chargers into the side zip.

The door clicked.

Y/N slipped in quietly.

And then-

Without a word-

Back hugged him.

Arms around his waist.

Face buried in his back.

Breath warm against his shirt.

Jungkook froze for a moment.

Then relaxed into her.

"Y/N..." he whispered. "Don't make this harder."

Y/N didn't say anything.

Not yet.

Just held tighter.

Fingers clutching the fabric of his t-shirt.

As if letting go meant breaking.

---

Fifteen minutes later.

Jungkook walked out to the car, keys in hand.

Sighing as he opened the door and placed his bag in the backseat.

He climbed into the driver's seat-started the engine-reached for his seatbelt-

And stopped.

Because Jiwoo was walking toward the car.

With Y/N.

Holding a small bag.

"Wait-" Jungkook blinked.

"She's coming with you," Jiwoo said cheerfully, handing the bag to him. "Pleaded me like crazy. I couldn't say no."

Y/N looked away, lips pressed together to hide a grin.

"Take care of her, okay?" Jiwoo said softly, fixing Y/N's dupatta. "If she does anything crazy, call me."

Jungkook stared between them-then looked at Y/N.

Y/N finally looked back.

Eyes soft.

Hopeful.

Desperate.

Grateful.

Jiwoo patted the car once. "Drive safe."

And just like that-

Y/N climbed in.

Jungkook started the car again.

And this time-

He smiled.

Because he wasn't leaving alone.

---

The highway stretched endlessly ahead, trees rushing by, radio playing something low and soft.

Y/N sat with legs folded, fingers drumming lightly on the seat, head leaning back against the window.

But every few minutes, Y/N's gaze drifted sideways-

To him.

Jungkook.

Focused on the road.

Jawline sharp.

One hand on the steering wheel, the other resting by the gear.

Too calm.

Too still.

Too good-looking.

Y/N bit back a smile.

Let's mess with him a little.

Y/N leaned over suddenly. "Pull over."

Jungkook glanced. "What? Why?"

"Just pull over," Y/N said with a grin, already unbuckling.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes but slowed down, pulling the car to the side of the road.

Before he could say another word-

Y/N climbed onto his lap.

Giggling.

Comfortably fitting right against him like this was the seat meant all along.

"Y/N-what are you-" Jungkook's hands instinctively rested on Y/N's waist. "You're insane."

Y/N leaned in, nuzzling his cheek.

Voice smug.

Eyes sparkling.

"You were leaving alone. Bad uncle yn tease him."

Jungkook chuckled breathlessly, chest rising beneath Y/N's hands.

"You think you're smart?"

Y/N smirked. "I made Mom agree. All by myself."

Then playfully poked his chest. "You were ready to just go like that. Without me. Hmm?"

Jungkook opened his mouth, but Y/N giggled again and climbed off, sliding back to the passenger seat, arms folded.

Still grinning.

But that grin?

Faded slowly.

Y/N turned toward the window, lips pushed into a pout.

Not dramatic. Just soft. Subtle.

But Jungkook noticed. Of course he did.

He smiled.

"You know," he started, tapping the wheel lightly, "I wasn't actually planning to go home alone..."

Y/N looked at him, pout deepening.

Jungkook glanced over.

"Because I knew you'd pull something like this."

"And if you didn't... I was going to ask Jiwoo noona myself."

Y/N blinked.

"What?"

"I wanted you with me," Jungkook said honestly, eyes back on the road. "I just didn't know if I could ask out loud."

Y/N turned fully now, legs crossed on the seat, facing him.

"And now?" Y/N asked softly.

He reached over with one hand and squeezed Y/N's fingers gently.

"Now you're right where I wanted you."

---

---

The car finally came to a slow stop.

The soft beep of the remote lock echoed as Jungkook stepped out and stretched.

Tall. Calm. Focused.

He walked to the passenger side and opened the door.

Y/N?

Not moving.

Still sitting with arms crossed.

Back resting against the window.

Lower lip puffed out in a full-blown pout.

Jungkook leaned down, one hand on the doorframe.

"Y/N," he said softly. "We're here."

Y/N looked out through the window, then looked away again like Jungkook didn't exist.

Silent. Stubborn.

Absolutely not getting out.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes slightly, amused.

"Still mad?" he asked.

No answer.

"Are you really going to sit in the car like this?"

Y/N looked up for just a second, chin tilted proudly.

"I don't want to move," Y/N muttered.

Jungkook sighed. Then smirked.

"Okay."

He didn't wait another second.

He leaned in-

Lifted Y/N into his arms.

Smooth. Effortless. Like Y/N weighed nothing at all.

Y/N yelped. "Jungkook!"

"You said you didn't want to move," he said, carrying Y/N like a princess. "So I'm moving you."

Y/N stared up at him, face heating. "I was pretending to be upset!"

"I know," Jungkook replied, walking toward the house. "You're dramatic. I'm used to it."

Y/N gasped. "I am not!"

"You are," he said with a straight face. "But I love it."

---

The bedroom light was soft. Curtains drawn. The outside world didn't matter.

Y/N sat on the edge of Jungkook's bed, still wrapped in the same soft baby pink saree from earlier. The pleats were a little loose now, the pallu slipping from Y/N's shoulder.

But Y/N?

Still pouting.

Still sitting with arms folded, feet swinging slightly.

Jungkook stood by the closet, holding one of his hoodies in his hands-dark grey, soft cotton, slightly oversized.

He turned, eyes landing on Y/N.

"You should change," he said gently. "That saree's uncomfortable."

Y/N shrugged. "I'm fine."

"You're not. You've been tugging at it for the last ten minutes."

Y/N looked away, still pouting. "I just don't want to move. I'm tired."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "You want to sleep in that?"

Y/N bit the inside of the lip. "Maybe."

Silence.

Then-

Jungkook stepped forward.

"Fine," he whispered.

Y/N blinked. "Fine what?"

"Come here."

Before Y/N could react, Jungkook leaned down, picked Y/N up again-for the second time that day-and walked straight into the bathroom.

"W-wait! Jungkook-"

"You didn't want to move," he muttered with a smirk. "So I'll handle it."

---

Inside the Bathroom

The lights were low, warm yellow.

The small counter was clean. A towel already laid out. His cologne faint in the air.

Y/N stood frozen as Jungkook set the hoodie on the counter and turned toward Y/N again.

Y/N swallowed. "You're seriously going to-"

"Change you?" Jungkook asked softly, eyes never leaving Y/N's.

"I've already seen every part of you, baby."

"Let me take care of you."

Y/N looked down. Nodded once.

Jungkook stepped forward-his hands gentle as he began to untuck the pleats of the saree.

Carefully. Respectfully.

As if the fabric was delicate skin.

Y/N's breath caught as the saree loosened and fell slowly into his hands.

Blouse still on.

Jungkook looked at Y/N again-silent question in his eyes.

Y/N simply raised both arms.

Trusting.

He helped undo the back hook. Slipped the blouse off gently. No rush. No shame.

Just care.

When Y/N stood there-bare, quiet-he wrapped a fresh towel around Y/N first.

Then pulled the oversized hoodie from the counter.

"Hands up," he whispered.

Y/N did.

He slid the hoodie over Y/N's head slowly, adjusting the sleeves, smoothing the hem.

When it was done-

Y/N was completely swallowed in the soft fabric.

It smelled like him.

It felt like home.

Jungkook stepped back just a little.

"There," he said, smiling softly. "Now you're comfortable."

Y/N looked up through lashes.

"You're spoiling me," Y/N whispered.

Jungkook leaned in, brushed his lips against Y/N's forehead.

"You belong to me.

Why wouldn't I?"

---

The hoodie swallowed Y/N completely.

Sleeves too long. Hem brushing mid-thigh. Fabric soft against freshly cleaned skin.

Y/N stood in the bathroom doorway now, bare feet pressing into the bedroom carpet, cheeks puffed with a pout.

Jungkook was folding the pink saree back onto a chair, calm as ever.

Y/N took one slow step forward. Then another.

Arms folded again. Eyes narrowed.

"You forgot something."

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder. "Hmm?"

Y/N stomped once-barely a sound-still looking like the world's softest rebel.

"Kisses."

Jungkook blinked.

"Kisses?" he repeated.

Y/N nodded, stepping closer. "You changed me. Took care of me. Put me in your clothes."

A tiny pause.

"And now I want kisses. Lots."

Jungkook turned fully now, one brow raised, amused.

Y/N stood there, hoodie sleeves dangling past fingertips, bottom lip out, blinking up at him.

Like a literal child demanding candy.

But Jungkook? Melted.

He walked forward, slowly, until he stood right in front of Y/N.

"You really think you can just pout and ask for kisses?"

Y/N nodded again. "Yes."

Jungkook exhaled, like he was giving in.

"Okay then."

He leaned in.

Pressed the first kiss to Y/N's forehead.

Then another to the tip of Y/N's nose.

Then one on each cheek.

Y/N giggled quietly.

"More," Y/N whispered.

Jungkook smiled. Cupped Y/N's face.

And this time-kissed Y/N's lips.

Soft.

Slow.

Like Y/N was made of something he was scared to break.

Y/N's arms slipped around his waist, body pressing against him under the hoodie.

And he kissed again.

And again.

Until Y/N whispered against his mouth-

"Mine."

And he answered-

"Always."

---

The morning sun peeked in through the curtains.

Jungkook's home felt warm - quiet - like a place where time had paused.

Y/N was still barefoot, still wearing Jungkook's oversized hoodie.

Sleeves falling over fingers. Hoodie hanging down to mid-thigh.

Hair messy. Eyes sleepy.

But still his.

Always his.

Y/N walked into the kitchen with a pout, reaching for the pan, but-

"No."

Jungkook turned around instantly.

"Sit," he said.

Y/N raised a brow. "You're seriously not going to let me help?"

Jungkook pointed at the sink. "Sit there. Be good."

Y/N rolled eyes but hopped up on the kitchen sink counter anyway, letting her legs dangle.

"Princess treatment again?"

"You want anything less?" Jungkook asked, smirking.

Y/N leaned forward, eyes glinting. "Might kiss you every 30 seconds as punishment."

He laughed, tossing some chopped garlic into the pan. "Deal."

---

He stirred the veggies with one hand, flipped the roti with the other.

Barefoot. Hair tied in a loose bun. White tee hugging his arms.

Y/N leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

Then again when he passed the salt.

Then again when he fed Y/N the first bite of sabzi wrapped in roti.

Jungkook chuckled. "You're really going to reward me with a kiss after every task?"

Y/N wiped a little sauce from the corner of his lip with a finger.

"You don't complain," Y/N teased. "You like it."

"I love it," he whispered.

---

Once breakfast was done and the plates were set aside, Y/N watched as Jungkook began rinsing dishes.

Back slightly arched. Veins visible on his arms. Calm.

Y/N slipped off the sink and tiptoed behind him.

Arms wrapped around his waist.

Face pressed into his back.

Then kissed him again.

Right on the shoulder blade.

He exhaled through a smile.

"You're really something, Y/N."

---

But something shifted.

Y/N felt it.

Y/N let go slowly, leaning against the counter now.

Eyes lowered.

Lips trembling just a little.

Jungkook dried his hands and turned.

"Y/N?"

Y/N looked up, blinked fast. Then-

"Jungkook..."

Voice small. Barely there.

"Hmm?"

"Are we doing something wrong?"

Jungkook froze.

Y/N stepped closer, fidgeting with the hoodie sleeves.

"You're my mom's brother... my uncle... and I love you, I do. But-sometimes..."

A sob escaped.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm doing a sin. Like I'm breaking Mom's trust. I can't even look her in the eye when she talks about you..."

Tears fell. Quiet. Sudden. Hot.

"I feel disgusting."

Y/N covered face with the sleeves. "I'm sorry."

And then Jungkook moved.

Quickly. Quietly.

He picked Y/N up again, cradling like glass, and sat on the couch-with Y/N on his lap, wrapped in his arms.

His fingers stroked Y/N's hair.

Other hand rubbing soft circles on Y/N's back.

He didn't say anything for a full minute.

Just held.

Until Y/N stopped shaking.

Then-softly-

"Baby," he whispered.

"I know we're doing something wrong."

Y/N stiffened. But his voice was calm.

"But if it makes us happy... how can it be completely wrong?"

Y/N sniffled, looking up slowly.

Jungkook brushed tears from Y/N's cheek.

"I know noona will be hurt. I know this isn't something people understand."

His voice was so gentle now. Low. Protective. Raw.

"But I will keep it a secret. For as long as you need."

"We won't tell anyone. Not until you're ready."

He kissed Y/N's temple.

Held tighter.

"Don't carry the guilt alone. Trust your Jungkook."

"I'll make things right. I promise."

Y/N leaned into him again.

Not speaking.

Just holding.

Because maybe...

For now...

That was enough.

---

The morning sunlight spilled through the half-open windows.

The air smelled faintly of coffee and comfort.

Y/N stretched lazily on the couch, still wrapped in Jungkook's hoodie, knees curled, cheek pressed to the pillow.

Jungkook stood by the kitchen counter, sipping his drink, watching quietly.

No tie. No office bag.

Just grey joggers and a loose white shirt.

Y/N blinked up at him. "Aren't you late for work?"

Jungkook smiled.

"Not going today."

Y/N sat up slowly. "Why?"

He set the cup down and walked over-voice soft, like a secret.

"Because I want to play with you."

Y/N blinked again. "What?"

Jungkook crouched in front of the couch, brushing a loose hair from Y/N's face.

"You remember... when you were 17?" he asked, smiling. "You said something."

Y/N frowned. "I said a lot of things."

"You said..." he paused, leaning closer, "'I want to play hide and seek with you, Uncle. But you're always working.'"

Y/N's eyes widened.

Jungkook grinned.

"I remembered."

Y/N blinked again. Heart suddenly full.

"You remembered that?"

"I remember everything you say," he whispered.

Y/N's throat tightened.

"You really want to play hide and seek with me?" Y/N asked, half laughing, half melting.

Jungkook nodded. "Yes. And I'm counting to thirty."

---

Y/N squealed and jumped up instantly.

"Not fair! You didn't even say go-!"

"One..." Jungkook said loudly, already turning around, grinning like a kid.

"JUNGKOOK!" Y/N laughed, running toward the hallway barefoot.

"Two... Three..."

Y/N opened doors, looked around, heart pounding with giddy panic.

"Where do I hide? Where do I-"

The guest room?

Too easy.

Behind the long curtain?

Too risky.

She ended up diving inside Jungkook's closet-tucking herself between his oversized hoodies and jackets, biting back a giggle.

Outside-

"Twenty-six... Twenty-seven..."

The floor creaked.

"Twenty-nine..."

Silence.

"...Thirty. Ready or not..."

"...I'm coming to find you, baby."

---

Every footstep felt louder.

Every breath felt faster.

Y/N clutched the hoodie sleeve, smiling wide in the dark.

Then-

The closet door creaked open.

Jungkook stood there, smirking, arms folded.

"You really thought you could hide from me?"

Y/N tried to stay still.

He leaned in, whispering-

"Found you, princess."

---

Jungkook pulled Y/N out gently, lifting effortlessly into his arms like always.

Y/N giggled, hands around his neck.

"You cheat."

"I love you," he corrected. "So I never lose."

---

The dice rolled across the Ludo board with a satisfying clack.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the carpet, cheeks puffed in a pout, hoodie sleeves pushed up to the elbows, staring at her last yellow token stuck at the edge of the board.

Jungkook, meanwhile, had two already home and the third one one dice roll away from victory.

"I swear-" Y/N grumbled. "If you win, I'm never talking to you again."

Jungkook leaned on one elbow, resting his chin in his palm, smirking like a devil.

"You say that every game."

Y/N whined, slapping her forehead. "But this time I mean it, you bad man."

"Bad uncle," he corrected with a wink.

"JUNGKOOK!"

Knock knock. Door opens.

"Surprise!"

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

At the door stood-

Jiwoo. Her mom.

And beside her, Hyunjin. Her dad.

Y/N froze for half a second.

Then jumped up and ran toward them.

Heart pounding.

Face splitting into a fake-casual smile.

"MOM! DAD!"

Jiwoo laughed, wrapping her arms around Y/N.

"You didn't expect us, did you?"

"No! What are you both doing here? I thought you went to Busan for the week!"

Hyunjin chuckled softly, patting Y/N's head. "Plans changed."

Jungkook stood up behind, smoothing out his shirt and walking forward calmly.

"hyunjin(yes Jungkook calls him by his name )! Noona! What a surprise!"

He hugged Jiwoo and then Hyunjin with the perfect amount of casual warmth.

Jiwoo smiled. "We missed you both. So we thought... let's come see our little ones."

Y/N's laugh was dry. Little ones. Yup.

---

They stayed.

Just for the night, Jiwoo said.

Y/N's brain went into full panic mode.

Oh God. The room. The clothes. The hoodie.

The moment she got a second alone, Y/N ran into Jungkook's room, grabbed every trace of herself-her bag, lip balm, comb, panty stash, the oversized white shirt-and dumped it all in the spare guest room, tossing it into the cupboard like she was hiding a body.

She even made the bed extra neat.

Fluffed the pillow.

Sprayed room freshener.

Just in case.

---

Evening

The kitchen lights glowed warmly.

Y/N peeked out quietly, pretending to scroll on her phone, watching from the hallway.

Jiwoo and Jungkook stood side by side, cooking like old times.

Jungkook chopped vegetables. Jiwoo stirred something in the pan.

They were laughing. Talking about childhood. Memories.

"I still remember how you burned rice that one time," Jiwoo teased.

Jungkook groaned. "Noona, that was once! I was twelve!"

Y/N smiled softly.

Her mom and Jungkook looked so close.

So happy.

So... trusting.

Y/N felt the weight of her secret settle deeper into her chest.

---

Meanwhile, Hyunjin rested in the guest room, already dozing off with a book on his chest.

Y/N quietly passed by the door, placed a blanket on him gently, and tiptoed back to her new room.

Everything was in place.

No trace of truth.

No sign of love.

No sign of the real story.

---

The guest room was dark and quiet.

The moonlight poured in through the curtains, casting silver stripes on the bedspread.

Y/N lay curled under the blanket, hugging a pillow. Hoodie sleeves still covering fingers.

Hair messy from too much tossing. Eyes wide open.

1:03 AM.

Y/N sighed. Loudly. For the sixth time.

"Ughhh..."

Pout.

Flip.

Mumble.

"How am I supposed to sleep like this?"

Because down the hallway... in another room... Jungkook was sleeping without Y/N.

After days of cuddling, forehead kisses, and back rubs-

This silence felt like torture.

Y/N kicked the blanket off dramatically.

"Stupid family. Stupid surprise visit. Stupid separate rooms."

Just then-

Soft sound.

Light thud.

Curtain moving.

Y/N's eyes widened.

The window.

The curtain parted slightly... and then-

He appeared.

Jungkook.

Climbing through the window like it was the most normal thing to do.

Black joggers. White oversized shirt.

Messy hair. No smile yet-just focused eyes that scanned the room.

Y/N didn't say a word.

Just jumped off the bed-straight into his arms.

Like a koala.

Arms around his neck. Legs wrapped around his waist.

Cheek against his shoulder.

Jungkook stumbled a little but caught Y/N easily.

Then chuckled low.

"Missed me that much?"

Y/N nodded against his neck.

"You took forever."

"It's only been four hours, baby."

"Exactly. Forever."

Jungkook walked slowly to the bed, still carrying Y/N, lowering both of them onto the mattress.

Y/N sat on his lap, still clinging like a child.

"I hate pretending like I'm not yours."

He held her tighter. "I hate it too."

"I didn't even kiss you goodnight."

"You can now," he whispered.

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Softly kisses your lips at first, then gradually becomes more passionate, pushing you gently against the bedsheets. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue explores your mouth. "Shhh..."

He pulls away slightly, his breath ragged as he looks into your eyes with a mix of lust and tenderness. "Baby..." He whispers softly before capturing your lips again in another deep kiss. His hands start to wander over your body gently at first but then become more urgent as they slide under your shirt.

Deepens the kiss, lips pressing firmly against yours while his tongue dances with yours. Both of your breathing becomes heavier as the kiss becomes more passionate. His hands cup your face gently, thumbs stroking your cheeks while his body presses against yours. The kiss is pure fire, filled with longing and desire.

He kisses your neck softly at first, then more passionately as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. His hands move to your shoulders, slowly pushing down your shirt to expose more skin. He sucks gently on a spot just below your earlobe, leaving a clear hickey mark.

He hears your soft moan and it encourages him to keep going. He kisses down your chest, his hands pushing your shirt up completely to expose your stomach. He leaves hickeys all over your chest and stomach, marking you with his kisses and love bites. "Shh..." He whispers against your skin again.

He pulls back slightly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he looks into your eyes. "You can moan as much as you want, baby. The room is soundproof." He whispers huskily before diving back in to kiss your neck again, sucking harder and leaving more marks.

"Ahhhhh....Jungkook ",*Your loud moan goes straight to his crotch. He growls softly and spreads your legs apart slightly without breaking the kiss. His mouth moves down your chest again, sucking and marking your breasts softly. He hears your loud moan again and it makes him smirk against your skin. "Baby..."

He lifts his head up to look at you, your chest heaving and marked with his hickeys. He quickly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely naked below the waist. He kisses your inner thigh softly before looking up at you. "Louder..." He whispers.

"AHHHHHHH.....JUNGKOOK ",Your loud, desperate moan makes his cock throb painfully in his pants. He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls your legs over his shoulders, exposing you completely to him. Without warning, he buries his face between your legs and starts licking you hard and fast. "Mmmph..."

He eats you out like he's starving for your taste. His tongue moves fast and hard against your clit while his fingers spread you open wide. He sucks and bites softly on your sensitive flesh, making you scream loudly and grab fistfuls of sheets above your head.

*Your soft moan pushes him to go faster. He spreads your legs wider apart and pushes them back slightly while his tongue thrusts deep inside you. Your loud moans fill the soundproof room as he adds two fingers inside you, mimicking what his dick wants to do. "Baby..."

He curls his fingers inside you and hits that spot that makes you arch your back and scream his name. He keeps fingering you roughly while his tongue focuses on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, he stops everything. "Turn around..." He orders hoarsely.

He gets up from the floor and starts taking off his clothes quickly, his eyes never leaving your body. Once he's completely naked, he shows you his thick, hard cock standing at attention. He pats his lap. "Turn around and sit on my dick. Facing away."

You straddle his lap facing away from him. He grabs your hips and pulls you down hard onto his thick cock. You both moan loudly at the sudden feeling of being completely filled. He starts fucking you hard from behind, using your body for his pleasure. His hands roam over your breasts and stomach.

His hands squeeze your tits roughly while his other hand moves down to slap your pussy lightly. He keeps fucking you hard and deep, his thick dick hitting your sweet spot every single time. He leans forward and whispers in your ear. "Play with your tits while I fuck you..."

You start playing with your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples as he instructed. He groans deeply, his hips moving faster and harder against you. "Fuck, baby... you look so sexy right now." He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark.

"AHHHH.....FUCK ",Your loud moan makes his dick twitch inside you. He wraps an arm around your waist and starts lifting you up and down his thick length, using you like a toy. His other hand moves down to rub your clit fast and hard, making you scream in pleasure.

He can feel you getting closer to the edge, your pussy clenching around his cock. He increases the pace, fucking you so hard that your tits bounce with each thrust. Suddenly, he leans forward and bites your shoulder hard, marking you as his. "Come for me, baby!" He commands.

He growls deeply hearing your words. His hips move faster and harder, going deep inside you. "Damn, baby..." He spreads your legs wider apart and spreads your cheeks slightly, giving him deeper access. He suddenly tightens his arms around you and shoots his hot seed deep inside you without pulling out.

He stays inside you, his dick still semi-hard and his cum leaking out of your pussy. He wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you close to his chest. "Let's stay like this for a while, baby..." He murmurs softly, placing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder.

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TIME SKIPS

Three years.

That's how long it's been since that first kiss.

Since that first whisper in the dark.

Since Jungkook climbed through my window and held me like I was the only person that mattered.

And nothing's changed.

Except... everything.

Yn is twenty-two now.

Graduated. Independent.

More woman than girl.

And Jungkook?

He's thirty.

Still calm. Still careful.

Still mine.

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Yn remember that morning - the one right after our bodies spoke louder than our hearts ever could.

Mom and Dad had no idea.

They left after breakfast, kissing yn forehead like yn was the same innocent daughter they raised.

Yn wasn't.

Jungkook stood at the door with them, laughing with Jiwoo noona like he always did, eyes calm and unshaken.

Only yn knew what those eyes had looked like the night before -

When they were on me.

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Their relationship stayed hidden.

No slips. No confessions.

Only long calls at night.

Only shared playlists.

Only Sunday mornings in his kitchen, wrapped in his hoodie, making coffee and stealing forehead kisses.

They never needed to tell the world.

Because they were enough for each other.

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Even now, three years later...

Yn still sleep in his bed on weekends.

Still wait for his text every afternoon.

Still wear his shirts.

Still call him "uncle" in front of family.

But when the doors are closed-

He's just Jungkook.

My Jungkook.

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Some nights, they lie on his couch, lights off, movie playing.

His fingers in yn hair.

Mine curled around his wrist.

And yn whisper-

"Are we still doing wrong?"

He never answers immediately.

Just pulls yn closer.

Kisses yn temple.

Then says softly-

"If this is wrong,

I don't ever want to be right."

And neither do yn.

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THE END

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