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[Y/n's POV]

As the brunch wound down, and Hyunsik and Tzuyu bid their goodbyes with lingering smiles, Jungkook and I made our way to the parking lot. The sunlight glinted off his Kawasaki like a smug challenge, daring me to take control.

I felt an electric surge of excitement—today was going to be fun. I glanced at Jungkook, who was leaning casually against the bike, arms crossed, lips curling into that arrogant smirk he wore when he thought he had the upper hand.

“So…” I drawled, “you gonna let me drive this thing, or are you too scared to let me handle it?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair and giving me a once-over. “Sweetheart, this bike’s got more power than your little legs can handle. It’s not exactly a shopping cart.”

I raised an eyebrow at his blatant underestimation. “Oh really?” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Big talk from someone who probably hasn’t even seen me drive. I can handle more than you think.”

Jungkook snorted and handed me the helmet with a smirk. “Alright, but just remember this: bikes aren’t exactly made for… people like you.”

I gave him a blank stare, then tilted my head. “People like me?”

He chuckled, throwing his leg over the bike, making sure to brush against me just slightly as he settled in behind. “You know, delicate flowers who should probably stick to riding mopeds. Or bicycles. You don’t want to mess up your pretty little head.”

My eyes narrowed. “Delicate flower? Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

He shrugged, his smirk widening as he fastened his helmet. “We’ll see. Try not to cry when you can’t get it out of first gear.”

“Watch me,” I muttered, sliding on the helmet. I could feel his smugness oozing from behind me. I hopped on the bike, turned the key, and felt the engine rumble to life beneath me, sending a thrill straight up my spine. I gripped the handlebars and twisted the throttle a bit, testing it.

Jungkook leaned in closer behind me, his breath brushing against my neck. “Make sure you buckle up,” he whispered, voice laced with mock seriousness, “wouldn’t want you to fall off. Oh wait, there’s no seatbelt. Guess I’ll just have to hold on really tight, y’know, for safety.”

I rolled my eyes, already fed up with his teasing. “Right, 'safety,' sure.”

His hands slid around my waist as he adjusted himself behind me, pulling me closer to his chest. I could practically hear the grin in his voice.

“Might wanna brace yourself though. I tend to lose control when I’m behind… someone who loves riding.”

I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. “Well, don’t get too comfortable back there, because you’re about to eat your words.”

Without warning, I revved the engine hard, and before Jungkook could say another sarcastic word, I yanked the throttle and we shot forward like a bat out of hell.

His grip on my waist tightened instantly, and I could hear him shout something that was lost in the roar of the bike.

The streets blurred as I sped through traffic, weaving in and out with reckless confidence. The wind whipped around us, and I could feel Jungkook shift behind me, clearly startled by my sudden speed.

“What the—little one, slow the hell down!” he yelled into my ear, his voice a mix of shock and panic. I could feel his body tense up, holding onto me for dear life.

“Too fast for you, Kookoo?” I shouted back, laughing. The adrenaline was pumping now, and I had no intention of slowing down.

“You’re gonna kill us both!” he barked, but I could hear the hint of laughter in his voice. He wasn’t really scared, just not expecting me to actually be good at this.

I swerved into the next lane, cutting through traffic like I had been doing this for years. And maybe I had, just not with him watching.

I leaned into the turns, making the bike glide around corners with a smoothness that surprised even me. I felt Jungkook’s arms tighten around my waist again.

“You’re insane!” he shouted, sounding half-impressed and half-terrified.

I smirked, throwing a quick glance over my shoulder at him. “What’s wrong, Kookoo? Can’t handle a girl who knows how to ride?”

He muttered something under his breath, something about this not being what he signed up for. I hit a straight stretch of road and accelerated even more, feeling the bike surge beneath me.

Jungkook cursed behind me as we zipped past a few cars, one of which honked aggressively. “Holy sh—it, do you even know how fast you’re going?”

“Fast enough to shut you up!” I teased, laughing as I felt the thrill of control. The city blurred around us, and for a moment, I forgot about everything except the pure adrenaline and the freedom of the open road.

As we approached a red light, I spotted a small ramp-like incline on the side of the street—an opportunity too tempting to resist. I aimed for it, and just as we reached the incline, I jerked the handlebars up, launching the bike into the air for a brief, glorious moment.

Jungkook’s shout was a mixture of terror and excitement. “What the f—!”

We landed smoothly, but his grip was like a vice now. I could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest, pressed against my back. His heavy breathing didn’t go unnoticed either.

When we finally came to a stop outside my house, I could feel his hands still clutching me, even after the engine was off. I turned my head slightly to look at him.

“Well, that was fun,” I said, smirking.

Jungkook pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair, his face flushed and his eyes wide. “Fun? You nearly killed us, and you call that fun?”

I grinned at him, unbuckling my helmet and tossing it onto the bike. “Aw, don’t be such a baby. You survived, didn’t you?”

He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Survived? You just pulled off stunts that’d make professional riders shit their pants, and you’re acting like it’s nothing.”

I shrugged casually. “Maybe you underestimated me a little too much, hmm? You were away for 8 years darling, there are many things you're yet to know.”

Jungkook glared at me, but there was something else in his gaze—something dark and heated. His eyes traveled over me slowly, like he was seeing me in a completely different light.

Then, with no warning at all, he blurted out, “Fuck… You were so freaking hot, I think I just popped a boner.”

I blinked, feeling my cheeks heat up. “What?”

“Kidding, darling” he said, stepping closer to me, laughter evident in his voice, “Just wanted to startle you like you did to me for the whole ride back here.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Before I could gather my thoughts, Jungkook leaned in close, his lips almost brushing my ear. “You’re hot when you’re in control, darling. I’m still reeling from that ride.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the tension between us spike as he whispered those words, his breath hot against my skin. My pulse quickened, but I wasn’t going to let him fluster me. Not this time.

“Keep talking like that, Kookoo, and I’ll have you eating my dust every time I take the wheel,” I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady.

He grinned, but there was a wildness in his eyes. “I don’t mind. As long as you’re the one in the driver’s seat.”

I rolled my eyes, pushing past him and heading towards the door. “Come on, let’s go inside before you say something even dumber.”

He followed me, still chuckling under his breath. “You can deny it all you want, but you enjoyed that just as much as I did. Admit it, you like the thrill of having me cling to you.”

I paused at the door, turning to face him with a smirk. “Oh, I did. But only because you were scared shitless, and it was hilarious.”

He laughed loudly as I opened the door. Inside, Mrs. Kim was standing in the hallway, her eyes lighting up when she saw Jungkook.

“Ah, Jungkook! Y/n!” she greeted warmly, "Where are you guys coming from ?”

Jungkook smiled politely, bowing slightly. “Hello, Mrs. Kim. It’s Hyunsik's birthday, we just went too early in the morning to surprise him."

Mrs. Kim chuckled, shaking her head. “Well, hope you both enjoyed it.”

"We did.", both of us said in unison.

[Jungkook's POV]

I followed her to her room, my feet practically on autopilot as I trailed behind her like some love-struck fool. She didn’t even glance back at me, just casually pulling her hair up into a messy bun, her movements confident and unbothered.

The moment we stepped into her room, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and, in one swift motion, yanked it over her head, tossing it carelessly into the laundry basket in the corner.

And there I was, standing frozen, my eyes involuntarily following the path of that shirt as it soared through the air. My brain short-circuited for a second, trying to process what the hell was happening.

"Dear..." I started, not even sure where I was going with that sentence, but she just rolled her eyes, already rummaging through her drawer for fresh clothes.

“Don’t even start, Kookoo,” she warned, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she grabbed a towel. “I need to take a shower. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms and grinning. “Define ‘stupid.’”

She turned to face me, her expression as deadpan as ever. “You know exactly what I mean.”

I raised my hands in mock surrender, but the grin didn’t leave my face. “Can I join you in the shower? You know, it'll save water.”

Her response was swift, and so was the towel that came flying at my face. “Get out, Jungkook.”

I laughed, catching the towel and tossing it back onto the bed. “Oh, come on. You’re no fun.”

“I don’t shower with idiots,” she shot back.

I laughed, “I’m just kidding.”

“Yeah, sure you are,” she muttered, walking toward the bathroom. “Stay out of trouble.”

I watched her go, the door clicking shut behind her, and for a moment, I just stood there, smiling to myself like an idiot.

God, she had no idea what she did to me. It was like every little thing she did—whether she was rolling her eyes at me or cursing me out—made my heart race.

With her in the shower, I had a chance to look around her room. It was the same as I remembered it from all those years ago, yet it was different.

More grown-up, more refined, but still so distinctly her. The mess of art supplies was so her—pencils, sketchbooks, erasers all thrown around like some sort of creative hurricane had passed through. My fingers itched to flip through the nearest sketchbook, so of course, I gave in.

And then I saw it.

The first drawing was of me.

My breath hitched, my eyes widening in disbelief as I stared at the page. It was me, down to the tiniest detail—my lip piercing, the mole under my lips, my eyes. She had captured everything so perfectly, like she had memorized every curve, every line, every shadow of my face.

I flipped to the next page, and then the next. All of them were of me. Me. In different poses, different moods, some of me laughing, some of me looking serious as hell.

“Holy shit,” I muttered to myself, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’ve been drawing me this whole time, haven’t you?”

Each stroke of her pencil was so precise, so intentional, and the more I looked, the more my heart swelled with this overwhelming mixture of love and awe. I couldn’t believe she’d kept this—kept me—in her art.

Then I turned the page and stopped.

This one wasn’t just of me. It was of us.

Together.

We were sitting under fairy lights, the soft glow illuminating our faces as we sat close to each other. She had drawn us like we were meant to be, like we belonged in that moment together.

I was so lost in the drawing that I didn’t even hear the bathroom door open.

“What the hell are you doing, Kookoo?!”

Her voice snapped me out of it, and I spun around just in time to see her storming over, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp.

“Oh, hey,” I said casually, holding the sketchbook out of her reach, “just admiring your work.”

She lunged at me, her face turning a bright shade of red. “Give me that, you asshole!”

I stepped back, holding the book high above my head where she couldn’t reach it. “Nope. This is too good. You’ve been drawing me like some kind of muse, and I had no idea. I feel like I’m owed an explanation.”

“Kookoo, I swear to God—” She jumped up, trying to snatch the book from my hand, but I dodged her easily, laughing.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were obsessed with me? This is like, stalker-level shit,” I teased, flipping through more pages. “Look at this one. You even got my lip ring just right. Damn, I look hot.”

“Shut up!” she growled, reaching for the book again. “It’s not like that!”

“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow, holding up the drawing of us under the fairy lights. “Then what’s this? You’re drawing us like we’re in a Nicholas Sparks movie, and I’m supposed to believe you’re not in love with me?”

She froze, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red as she glared at me. “I—It’s not what it looks like.”

I grinned, stepping closer to her, still holding the sketchbook out of her reach. “Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like. You’re already drawing me like I’m your boyfriend. So when do I get to make that official?”

She scowled, clearly flustered, but not willing to admit it. “Kookoo, give me the damn book before I kick your ass.”

I took another step closer, lowering the sketchbook just enough so she could grab it if she really wanted to. “You can kick my ass after you answer my question.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and I could see the internal struggle she was having. She wanted to grab the sketchbook, but she also knew she’d lose this argument if she did.

“I’m not obsessed with you,” she said through gritted teeth.

I leaned in, our faces just inches apart now, my voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper.

“Really? ’Cause you’ve drawn me more times than I can count. You’ve been imagining us together. And don’t even try to deny it—you were leaning in just now, weren’t you?”

Her breath hitched, and for a second, I could see the crack in her tough exterior.

She was leaning in, just like I was, her body betraying her words. But then I pulled back, putting some space between us, just to mess with her.

Her eyes snapped open, and I could see the frustration on her face. She was pissed I’d pulled away, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

“So... when are you gonna stop pretending you don’t want this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I held the sketchbook just out of her reach again.

“Jungkook, I swear—”

“You’re already in love with me,” I teased, flipping to another drawing of me that she’d done, this one of me leaning against a wall with my arms crossed, looking cocky as hell. “You’ve got proof right here.”

She glared at me, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re full of yourself, you know that?”

“And you love that about me,” I shot back with a grin.

She groaned, clearly done with my shit, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. I could see the way her eyes flicked down to my lips, the way her cheeks were still pink from the embarrassment of me finding her secret.

I flipped to the drawing of us under the fairy lights again, holding it up for her to see. “This one’s my favorite. You captured me so perfectly. But I gotta ask... when did you start planning our wedding? ’Cause this looks like an engagement photo.”

Her face turned bright red, and she made one last attempt to grab the sketchbook, but I caught her wrist, pulling her close again.

“Admit it, darling,” I whispered, our faces so close now that I could feel her breath on my lips. “You’re already in love with me. So when are you gonna give me a real chance?”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and I could see the struggle in them. She wanted to push me away, to deny everything, but she couldn’t. Not when she’d literally drawn us together like this.

[Y/n's POV]

Frustration simmered in my chest as Jungkook kept skirting around it. The tension had been building for days, weeks even, not a kiss, not anything more than lingering touches and that stupid smirk of his.

I leaned against the wall, folding my arms across my chest as I smirked back at him. “You know, my specialty’s painting.”

Jungkook blinked, looking a bit thrown off by my sudden confidence. “Oh yeah?” he asked, that ever-present grin still on his lips. “What kind of painting?”

I slowly unfolded my arms, walking toward him with deliberate steps, watching as his eyes tracked my movements. “Skin,” I said, my voice dropping lower.

His eyebrows shot up, but that cocky grin never faltered. “Oh, skin, huh?”

I stopped in front of him, looking up through my lashes as I traced my fingers over his chest lightly. “Mmm, yeah,” I breathed, watching the way his chest rose and fell just a little faster.

“You should let me paint your back."

“Yeah? I’d let you paint my back,” he teased, his voice low. “But only if you let me paint your chest. So, strip, babygirl.”

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and I instinctively grabbed a pillow, hitting him lightly. “You wish! As if I’m going to let you paint me!”

Jungkook laughed, grabbing a pillow of his own. “Oh, it’s on!”

The pillow fight that ensued was hilarious and chaotic. I swung the pillow at him, and he ducked, his laughter echoing through the room. “Is that all you’ve got?” he challenged, swinging back at me.

“Oh, I’m just getting started!” I shot back, aiming for his head and missing spectacularly as he sidestepped.

He retaliated with a well-aimed hit to my side, making me squeal. “Gotcha!”

“Okay, okay! You win!” I laughed, throwing my pillow down in defeat, only for him to pounce on me, pinning me down with his weight.

"Okay, let's call it a truce. No painting each other's back for now.", he said, giggling and laughing as he adjusted the pillow around me, building a fortress for us to sleep.

“Now who’s the big spoon today?” he asked, grinning.

“Me!” I wriggled free, and I settled behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Fine, you can be the big spoon for now, but I’m the big spoon later.”, he said.

“Deal,” I said, leaning into me. We lay there for a while, talking about nothing and everything, our conversation shifting from silly childhood stories to dreams of the future.

Before I knew it, sleep began to tug at my eyelids, and I drifted off, feeling safe and warm against him.

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Five hours later, I stirred awake, the soft afternoon light spilling into the room. I felt incredibly soft and cozy, my body enveloped by Jungkook’s warmth. A smile crept onto my face as I savored the moment—until I froze, realizing my mom was sitting across the room, staring at nothing with a serious expression.

“Shit,” I whispered, panic rising in my chest.

“Y/n,” she said calmly, “wake Jungkook up and be in my room in five minutes.”

And with that, she rose up and walked out of the room with a hardened expression.

I shot up, shaking Jungkook awake. “Kookoo! Wake up! We’re busted!”

“Mmm, five more minutes,” he mumbled, rolling over like a baby.

“No! Wake up! My mom saw us!” I was practically shaking him now.

Finally, his eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his face. “What? Where?”

“Shh! Just get up! My mom saw us all cuddled and asked to see us in her room in 5!” I blurted, my heart racing.

He sat up, finally processing what I was saying. “Okay, okay. I’m up!” He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking adorable despite the panic.

We headed to my mom’s room, both of us on edge but trying to look casual. When we entered, both were sitting there, their expressions unreadable.

“Have a seat,” mom said, gesturing to the chairs across from them.

As we sat down, I glanced at Jungkook, who was trying to maintain a straight face but failing miserably. I squeezed his hand under the table for reassurance, knowing we’d face this together.

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[Mrs. Kim's POV]

As I sat in my room, anxiety twisted in my stomach. The soft rustling of the door told me they were coming. Jungkook and Y/n walked in, still looking a bit dazed from sleep.

I couldn’t shake off the image of them cuddling, my daughter nestled against him, their bare arms nearly intertwined like they were lost in their own world.

When they finally walked in, Y/n looked slightly disheveled, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she avoided my gaze. Jungkook, on the other hand, had this dreamy look in his eyes that made my heart soften, but I still needed to address the elephant in the room.

“Mom, you wanted to talk?” Y/n asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern. 

“Yes, we need to discuss... everything,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady.

“So,” I started, trying to keep my tone light. “What’s going on between you two?”

Jungkook hesitated, glancing at Y/n as if seeking her approval. I could tell he was trying to find the right words, his brows furrowing slightly. “Well, um…”

Before he could finish, Y/n interjected, her voice steady. “We’re dating, Mom.”

The admission hung in the air, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Jungkook’s face lit up with a mixture of relief and affection, and I caught him gazing at her with melted eyes, completely smitten.

“Dating, huh?” Mr. Kim said, a playful smile appearing on his face. “That’s a big step.”

“Yes, it is,” I added, trying to keep my composure. “Y/n, sweetheart, you are just graduating. I want you to be happy, but you’re still so young. Are you sure about this?”

Y/n nodded, her expression serious. “I am, Mom. Kookoo makes me happy, and I think we can figure things out together.”

Jungkook shifted slightly in his seat, a touch of uncertainty creeping in. “I just want to make sure she’s comfortable. I’m not trying to rush anything.”

“Good,” I said, feeling slightly reassured. “But I need to know you both are taking this seriously. Relationships can be complicated, especially at your age. I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

Y/n’s gaze met mine, and I could see the determination in her eyes. “I know, Mom. I promise we’re being careful. We’ve been in love for so long. Mom, Dad… I know this is unexpected, but Kookoo means everything to me. He’s not just some phase; he’s… he’s my best friend, my support. I care about him deeply.” Her words flowed out, each syllable heavy with sincerity, and I couldn’t help but be drawn in.

Jungkook shifted in his seat, his expression earnest. “I love Y/n, and I would do anything to make her happy. I’ve never met anyone like her. She’s strong, compassionate, and she inspires me every day.”

I couldn’t help but admire his honesty. “But what does that mean for her future? You both have your whole lives ahead of you.” I pressed, trying to keep my tone gentle but firm.

“I want to support her. Whatever she chooses to do after graduation, I’ll be there for her,” Jungkook replied, his gaze unwavering, filled with genuine affection.

Y/n nodded, “I’m not afraid of that. I want to figure things out with him. He makes me happy, Mom.”

I studied their faces, seeing the way they looked at each other—like they were both terrified and exhilarated.

“Y/n,” I said gently, trying to find the right words. “I’m glad you feel this way about Jungkook. It warms my heart to see you so happy. But… as your mother, I have to voice my concerns.”

Both of them exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and trepidation. I could see them bracing themselves for what I was about to say.

“I know you’re both young and in love, but I believe it would give me peace of mind if you considered a formal engagement. Not to rush you into marriage, but to show commitment to each other. An engagement ceremony could provide a sense of security, not just for you but for our families and society too. Especially given Jungkook's family background, I want to ensure there are no misunderstandings or troubles for him.”

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, and I noticed a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Jungkook looked equally flustered, scratching the back of his neck as he processed my suggestion. “Engaged?” he stammered, glancing at Y/n as if trying to gauge her reaction.

“Yes,” I said, my voice firm yet nurturing. “An engagement would signify that you both are serious about your relationship. It would ease my nerves and show that you’re not just playing around. You can take your time with marriage afterward, but I think it would be a wise step.”

Y/n bit her lip, her cheeks flushing deeper. “Mom, are you sure? I mean, we just started talking about our feelings...”

“Y/n, I understand. But having an engagement would mean you’re both on the same page, especially in today’s world where relationships can be so fragile. It would also reassure your father and me that we’re all in this together, and you know you can always count on us if anything goes off.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, looking earnestly at Y/n. “I don’t want to make things complicated or rush into anything, but if it means that much to you, Mrs. Kim, I’d be honored to be engaged to Y/n.”

I saw a flicker of surprise in Y/n's eyes, followed by a shy smile. “Really, Jungkook? You’d be okay with that?”

He nodded, his expression serious yet gentle. “I care about you, my moon. If an engagement would make your family feel more secure about us, then I want to do that for you.”

Their enthusiasm was sweet, but I could also see the nerves beneath their excitement. Y/n’s fingers fumbled with her hair, while Jungkook’s cheeks were tinged with pink. It was endearing to witness their bashfulness over such a significant step.

“Mom,” Y/n said, her voice a little shaky, “if we were to get engaged… what would that look like? I mean, do we need to plan a big ceremony?”

“Not necessarily,” I replied, feeling the warmth of their shared excitement. “It can be a small gathering with close family and friends. The important part is the commitment you’re making to each other. We can discuss the details later, but I want you both to think about it seriously. It’s not just a formality; it’s about your future together.”

Jungkook took Y/n’s hand in his, their fingers intertwining as he gazed deeply into her eyes. “I want to make this work, Y/n. I think an engagement sounds… wonderful, actually.”

Y/n's face lit up, and I could see the joy bubbling inside her, yet there was still a hint of uncertainty. “Okay… okay, I think I’d like that too. I just hope I can live up to the expectations.”

“Y/n,” I reassured her, “you don’t have to be perfect. This is about you two and your love for each other. The engagement is just a promise, a way to show that you’re committed to making this work, no matter what happens."

With my words hanging in the air, I could see the tension in their bodies begin to ease. Y/n’s smile grew brighter, and Jungkook squeezed her hand tighter, their connection deepening.

“Okay, let’s do it then,” Y/n said, her voice firming. “Let’s get engaged. I want to show the world how much I love Jungkook.”

I felt a rush of pride and satisfaction wash over me. “I’m so happy to hear that. We’ll figure out the details together. Just remember, this is a journey, and your father and I will always be here for you both.”

As I watched them exchange shy smiles and blushes, I felt a sense of calm. Their love was genuine, and my heart swelled knowing that I was supporting a relationship built on trust and understanding. I could already picture the engagement ceremony, filled with laughter and warmth, surrounded by the people who loved them.

“Mom,” Y/n said, suddenly serious again, “thank you for being so supportive. I know this means a lot to you.”

“Of course, my dear. I just want what’s best for you. And Jungkook,” I added, turning to him, “I trust you to take care of my daughter. She’s precious to me.”

Jungkook nodded earnestly, his gaze steady. “I promise, Mrs. Kim. I will always respect and cherish Y/n. She means everything to me.”

I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it filled me with hope for their future together. Love was a beautiful thing, but it needed nurturing, commitment, and understanding to truly flourish.

“Now,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, “let’s talk about the engagement party. Do you have any ideas in mind?”