Seokjin.

"Dad made dinner."

Judging by the astonished look on Jungkook's face, and the face palm that follows after, I am guessing Jeonghan wasn't supposed to yell that out on my arrival. He isn't the best at keeping secrets, or holding information when required. Like any other kid out there, he always blurts it out once he gets excited. It is innocently cute, and I know we both can't blame him for ruining it.

Like a good parent, I gasp out in surprise, my reaction mirroring his excited announcement. "He did?" I ask as I put away my coat, ruffling his hair with a smile, before taking off my shoes. "Yeah, for your anniversary." He clarifies, smiling along, and looking at his dad, who is now leaned by the wall, smirking subtly. My eyes meet his corky expression, and I raise a brow, actually a little bit surprised he did this.

He left the office earlier for other businesses, promising to pick up our son later, but never returned after. I assumed he had other things to tend to, and would later call, or send a location for our anniversary dinner like he always did, but I am a little surprised to see that he opted for a home cooked meal instead. Simple and casual, just like I like it.

"Surprise!" He mutters, lips twitching in a smile as he shrugs. "As I recall, your not the best cook. Should be worried?" I tease, finally walking into our home. Jeonghan follows after, pressing a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughs while he looks at his dad. Fishy...
Jungkook seems to catch onto what is going on, and he playfully glares at him, cocking his head to the side to shush him. Now I know they have something going on regarding the cooking I just mentioned. I wouldn't be surprised if they burnt down the kitchen in the process.

They are a nightmare when they are together.

"Uh, why don't you go check if everything is ready for Appa." Jungkook offers instead, looking down at the still amused six year old. For a moment they share secret messages, talking with their eyes, before Jeonghan agrees, turning to flash me a cute smile. "Alright." He says in English before running out of the living room. Their relationship is charming, almost like a kid and another kid. They are funny when together, playful, and a lot alike. Jungkook is more than just a good father, he is a friend to our son too, playmate, and of course, each other's wingman.

"What are you two hiding?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. He shrugs again, pushing off the wall to bring me to his arms. He wraps his hands around my waist, pressing his bulk chest to mine. "Nothing, just some boy stuff." He smiles, stroking my cheek fondly. "How come I am not included?" I whine, my hands on his chest, hitting lightly. He chuckles, opting to kiss me instead.

His lips glide on mine with ease. Like always, taking my breath away, and pulling the worries right off my tongue. "It's because we wanted to surprise you." He says when we pull apart. I am breathless, and confused as to what I even asked earlier. "Ok?" I say, peering up to him, while he squeezes my waist. "I hope you'll like it, I wanted something for a change, and I wanted Jeonghan to be present too." He is thoughtful, and I nod along to what he has done, happy to have something simple yet spectacular, our son included.

"I think that's a good idea." I confirm, and he grins, pecking my lips once more before leading me to the dinning room where they are still setting up. "How was work?" He asks for a change.
"Great, we finalized the deal with the group. They'll be coming tomorrow." I reveal, excited for the ongoing project that has got me occupied to no end.

Since we came back to Korea and established our company here, complete with stores and everything, we've had a lot of success. We've worked with some of the best - models, actors, idols, but this project so far, might be the biggest thing to happen to us. We are closing a deal with the new, hot, most talked about boy group in the world. They are young, fit, different, and of course good looking, and I can't wait to work with them, I've been itching, imagining them in the latest designs we've been working on, and I am so happy the world is about to find out. We are getting all seven of the boys to promote our new brand of suits, and summer wear, and later, another deal during the winter.

It is definitely a score, and I don't waste a second as I brag out to Jungkook on what has been keeping me busy. Pfft, like he doesn't know - he works with me. Smh.

"So you get to meet ENHYPHEN?" Jeonghan questions, eyes wide, suddenly intrigued. "You mean I get to meet them again? Yes baby, for work though." I say, not able to hold my laugh as he bounces on his feet, clapping his hands together. "Can I meet them too, I've always wanted to meet them." He begs.

"Always? Since when are you a fan, your six." Jungkook counters, raising a brow at the little boy who doesn't seem at all affected. Jeonghan has met a few famous people that we have worked with, but mostly we have tried to keep him out of the limelight and from watching eyes of the media. I know he loves the boys, always dancing along to their songs on tv, and gushing out at how handsome they are - age doesn't really matter when it comes to these things, but I am not sure if it's a good idea to let him meet them. Not that there is anything particularly wrong with it, I am just worried he might be overwhelmed by everything, if an opportunity presents itself, that is. 

I look at Jungkook for a second, short of words to say as Jeonghan gives me the puppy eyes, practically pleading to let him. My fiance shrugs, his way of saying there is nothing wrong with it, and I sigh, looking at my son, before nodding at him with a smile. He jumps around, then at me, hugging my stomach. "Yes, yes. Thank you Appa."

"You gotta be a good boy though,  alright?"

"Ok." He agrees immediately, pulling back to look at me happily. I kiss his head lovingly before leaving to wash up for dinner. We sit out at the table after, enjoying the different delicacies Jungkook worked hard on. There is rice and kimchi, soft tofu stew, japchae, chimaek, samgyeopsal potatoes, salad and so much more. He went all out with everything, making enough for more than the three of us, seeing as we can barely eat half of these. Everything is marvelous nonetheless, it's clear it was planned to the latter, Jungkook really having invested some time and effort into this.

Jeonghan tells us about his day at school while we eat. He talks about his progress in making friends, and how far he has gone adopting to his new environs. He hasn't had the best of luck fitting in with everyone, but he says people are starting to warm up to him, and he has made a few friends so far. This is one of the reasons I feared getting back to Korea - what change would do to our son. He is not the most social, and easily gives up when he is not accepted, and that troubles me a lot, knowing he is having a hard time because of me. He had plenty of friends back in the states, and now he barely has any.

Jungkook has to squeeze my hand under the table, smiling at me reassuringly, a reminder that we are pulling through just fine. He is always here, my pillar. He holds me together when I am on the brink of falling apart, when I have doubts, or when I am torn. He is more than just my fiance, he is my rock, my friend. I smile back at him, placing a quick peck on his lips in gratitude.

Jeonghan makes a face.

After dinner we cuddle up on the couch, making a repeat of Home Alone - as per Jeonghan's request - and toasting away to bowls of ice cream as dessert. Jeonghan is still fascinated by something I can't quiet catch as Jungkook tickles his sides every time he tries to talk. It's something about cake, or chocolate, but I can't quiet make it out as the Jungkook pulls him from between us, so that the kid is on Jungkook's side and not in the middle like he was previously. I raise a playful brow at him, but he only mumbles something about kids, all while Jeonghan giggles at his side.

We let him stay up for two more hours or so, before Jungkook offers to prepare him for bed, and tuck him in. He comes back into the living room where he instructed me to wait, coming up behind the back of the couch to kiss at my neck sensually. Biting my lip, I tilt my head aside to show him more skin, chuckling lightly when he bits at the tip of my ears. "I've got one more surprise for you." He whispers, coming around to stand in front of me. He pulls me up from the couch, his large hands holding at my waist, caressing gently, while he looks into my eyes. Somehow I still manage to blush, my hands on his chest getting a bit clammy all of a sudden. His gaze, as always, has that effect on me, polite, but searching, filled with love, adoration, and lust.

"Your thinking dirty things again, aren't you?" He amuses, pulling me impossibly closer to him. "I don't know what your talking about." I deny, trying to push at his chest when I spot a few servants around the corner - trying to mind their business. Jungkook isn't having it, or rather doesn't care as he fishes for my lips, tightening his hand around my waist. Deeply, he kisses me, probing his tongue into my mouth, and exploring with every intention to take. Normally we don't do a lot on weeknights, too tired after work to involve in anything freaky and sexy, but tonight is special to him, and since weekend is still a few days out, and so is any getaway for us, I don't mind as I kiss him back, wrapping my hands around his neck.

Grabbing the back of my knees, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he leads upstairs. He breaks the kiss, smiling lightly at me before putting me down on my feet,  right in front of our bedroom door. "And you said you weren't thinking dirty things..." He amuses again, his gaze flickering for a second to my swollen lips. Smirking. I can't believe him sometimes, I know well he too is thinking of such things. This pervert. Pervert, perv...

Shaking my head, I turn around, turning the knob on our door to enter into our bedroom. I am immediately mesmerized by the dim in the room, only illuminated by the burning candles lining the floor, and the moonlight shining through the open blinds. There are red flowers littering the space as well, decorating the white sheets of the bed, and leading all the way to the bathroom door. It's beautiful, and smells wonderful, courtesy of the amber and vanilla fragrance filling the room from the burning candles. I step further in, smiling gently at the decorations covering the room, and at the effort Jungkook must have put into this.

He shuts the door, treading careful between the candles, to the other side, where a small table is placed, hosting a bottle of champagne in a bucket, alongside glasses. Jungkook grabs them, popping the bottle and pouring into both glasses. Smiling, he hands one to me, raising his so I can toast with him. "Do you like it?" He asks, his fond, lust filled eyes fixing into my gaze.

"It's lovely." I reply, taking a sip out of my drink while I hold his gaze. He has always been romantic, hopelessly almost. He knows the kinds of things that makes me swoon, the kind of things that I like. He is the kind of man that I like. Jungkook steps closer to me, our champagne glasses being the only thing between us. I would love to skip the talking, everything that I know is going through his mind right now. Instead, I'd rather he heaves me into his strong arms and make a mess of me. I'd rather he pins me on the wall and fuck me, till I can't think of anything else other than us. But this is Jungkook, and as always, there is going to be a lot to say from him on a night like this. Most of it that I dread.

"I wanted to make a toast to us, to you for being here. For being my fiance, the man I love, to being the father to our son. Your incredible, and I am so glad to have you with me, I love you..." He pauses, taking my glass from me, and putting it on the table with his, before pulling me to him. I know what he is thinking, and after those words I know what he is going to say.

A lot of times I have wondered if he does it out of obligation, if perhaps he feels the need to care, protect, and look after me and Jeonghan, just because we are family to him. I mean it's right, it's how it should be, but the question of it's the best thing to do still remains. We might be family, but this isn't a death sentence, it started out slowly, and now we are engaged, with a son, in my opinion, not too far gone. We are not too gone to undo some things. He could still salvage himself.

"I know we've talked about this before, and I hate to bring it up knowing we might not come to an agreement with this, but I can't help it. I can't help how much I love you. How much I want to spend forever with you." There is this look of sincerity in his eyes that scares me. This loving look, full of adoration and devotion that always makes me feel week in the legs.

"I know I have said this before, but baby...I think it's time, time we take a step forward with us. This the fourth year of our engagement, we are not loaded with so much work, and we don't have too much to worry about really. Why don't we get married, I'd love for you to be my husband, or maybe we could have another baby, another little one running around. I want to have forever with you, and I think it's time we begin..."

Somehow I still doubt those words, I still doubt that he would want forever me, me. Usually my answer for every anniversary that he asked if we could take a step forward, or any other time for that matter, was that we weren't ready. We got engaged because of the pregnancy, but afterwards I always felt like Jungkook was moving too fast. He wanted marriage while we had a little baby on our hands, and a growing company on our grasp. I felt like we couldn't juggle all of it, all the grown up responsibilities that we had. Marriage would have been too much.

And later when we were stable, and were able look after Jeonghan well, and keep the company running, I still declined. Somehow I convinced myself that I was giving him space, time rethink of his decision, and take all of it back. I felt like despite everything I wasn't the man for him, or the man he really wanted to spend forever with like he claimed. It caused a ruckus between us, and we got into various fights because of it. The biggest being the one last year, when he had asked me to move back to Seoul, take a step forward, and I had declined. Jungkook had accused me of wanting to live in the past. Of wanting to throw everything away despite all that we had been through. He felt like I wasn't giving myself and them a chance despite all the therapy, and hard work that we had done.

Amidst the chaos, he had packed up and came to Seoul without me and Jeonghan. For a few weeks we had no communication, and I feared I had broke him, took something from him that couldn't be fixed. I feared I might have thrown away the very man that ever loved me. I realized I wasn't just giving him time. I was delaying too. I was giving myself time, time for him to reject him. Somehow I was waiting, for god knows what.

I had to admit my selfishness to not only myself but Jungkook too, and I agreed to come to Seoul with him. Oddly, he hadn't asked about anything since, somehow he had changed, this switch in him had flipped, and he hadn't asked me again, he hadn't pressured it, or even brought it up. Like...like himself he wasn't sure anymore. Looking at him now, I am torn, I am confused at where he is at, perhaps on the fence?

I caress his face gently, smiling a little at him. "What's the rush?" I ask, whisper almost, and I feel his hands tightening on me. "What are we waiting for? We have every material thing we could ever want in this world. Let's grow a family Seokjin, marry me." His eyes shine brightly in the dim, voice slightly course with emotion. He has a point. What more is stopping us? What else do we have to wait for?

Maybe this will be the answer to everything. Maybe marrying Jungkook is the answer to all my questions, the end to all my worries. Maybe this would finally make the universe stop all the games it's been playing on our lives. Maybe, just maybe, this was actually meant to be.

Smiling up at him, I kiss his lips gently, "Alright."

"Alright?" He questions, a little confused at my answer, or probably at how easy that went. I know he thinks this was probably going to end sour, but not anymore, no games. "Yeah, let's get married?" I say lowly, smiling when his doe eyes widen in surprise. "Really, just like that, are you sure?" He rumbles, still a little astonished. He shouldn't be, we've delayed so much. We've taken so much time for nothing, and it's about time we move on. Jungkook is everything to me, and I love him. Maybe not the love I once felt...but it's not brotherly, or friendly either. It's the love you feel for your soul mate, your fiance, and I don't think I tell him that enough.

He grins, pulling me too his chest and hugging me tight. "We are really getting married?" He asks as he pulls back, cupping my face, eyes crinkling in a smile. "Yeah, but you'll have to ask me grandly again... for the sake of it." I joke, and he smiles, nodding along. "Done." He agrees, bouncing a little on his feet. I bite at my lips, staring at his orbs, happy for putting that bunny smile on his face. "I love you." I say, the words sounding almost natural to me.

He stares at me for a second, a second too long before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. Passionate, rough but loving, hungry and lustful. "I love you too." He rumbles on my lips, picking me up, his hands moving everywhere on me.

My back meets the wall.