Jungkook's pov

I laid there with my mouth open in shock while he just stared at me with big wide eyes, looking like he wasn't sure what to say or how to respond.

I gulped. What the hell was that? Did I really just say those words? Why the hell did I say that? Why, Kook, Why?

I'd just said the three words that I had never said to a person in my life.

I'd just told him that I loved him.

What. The. Fuck?

Seriously, how do I make this right? Quickly, Kook, think of something. Take it back. Rewind. Rewind! Shit!

"I... I... sorry... I..." Fuck me, stuttering is NOT helping!

He pulled back slightly and sat next to me on the bed, clutching the sheet and pulling it to cover his chest. He looked like he was terrified, like he was literally scared motionless.

Oh God, help me!

"Tae, I-I haven't been with anyone for a long time and that was just...I was... er..." Where the hell was I going with all this stuttering? I groaned and closed my eyes, wishing that a big bolt of lightning would strike me dead. "It just came out. I haven't been with a companion for a long time now and it just came out?" I offered, hoping that would explain why, at the point of my climax, with my dick half way down his throat, I'd just told him that I loved him.

"Umm." He winced, looking just as uncomfortable as I felt.

I gritted my teeth. I didn't want my time with him to end. There was me worrying that my crazy ass of a mother would scare him away from me, and I manage to do it with three little words. I wanted to pat myself on the back in congratulations.

I sat up and blew out a big breath, looking at him worriedly. I didn't mean the words when I said them, did I? It was just a spur of the moment thing, wasn't it? Not that I'd ever said I love you to a person when I climaxed, but that had to be what it was, didn't it? It was a mistake, nothing more. I replayed the words over and over in my head. 'I love you, Taehyung,' seemed to be on repeat, taunting me, frightening the life out of me.

"Sorry, I just-" I started, desperately scrambling for something to make this better. "I didn't mean it," I finished, shaking my head fiercely. As I said the words, I noticed how wrong those four words felt coming out of my mouth, compared to how right the three I'd said a minute earlier did.

Was I in love with him?

"You didn't?" he asked, swallowing loudly, looking both relieved and worried at the same time.

"No, sorry, it just came out. I was just..." I trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

"Grateful?" he offered, looking at me curiously.

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I was just very, very grateful. Nothing else, that just slipped out. Sorry, Stripes," I agreed.

His eyes were searching my face; he chewed on his lip and seemed to hold his breath. "I really like you, Kook," he whispered.

I smiled weakly. "Well, that's not quite the declaration that I just made, but I'll take it," I teased, trying to lighten this intense atmosphere I'd brought down on us.

He laughed and slapped my shoulder lightly. "Shut up," he joked, rolling his eyes. I grinned and wrapped my arms around him, lying back down and bringing him with me, holding him tightly to my chest. I could feel my heart crashing in my chest, my panic was slowly fading. He pulled his head back and looked at me nervously. "You're a really nice guy, Kook, but," He stopped and winced.

I groaned and slapped myself on the forehead as I cussed myself out under my breath. He giggled and gripped my wrist as I went to hit myself again, as if I could somehow knock some sense into myself. Seriously, I was so fucked up. The one guy I liked and I couldn't even get a simple declaration right. Something was wrong with me.

"It's okay, I get it. I'm a nice guy, but you don't feel like that for me. This is too fast, and now you think I'm some kind of psycho, so you don't want to see me again. I understand," I muttered, shaking my head, keeping my eyes closed.

He giggled and moved so he was hovering above me. I cracked my eyes open to see him smiling down at me, looking at me like I was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

"Finished second guessing what I was about to say?" he teased, smirking at me. I sighed and nodded. I actually had no clue what he was thinking at this exact moment. I obviously knew nothing about him, contrary to what I used to believe. "I was going to say that you're a really nice guy. But that was a little scary. It's been only eight weeks, and that was a big thing. It just took me by surprise, that's all," he explained, moving so he sat on my stomach, his hands on my chest. "I'm not ready for that kind of thing, so although I liked the sound of it, I just need some time. I really like you, you're incredible, but I was so hurt by Seojoon, I just need time, okay?"

I nodded. "So, I didn't just completely blow it?" I asked hopefully.

He shook his head. "No, but I did," he purred.

I burst out laughing and grabbed him, pulling him down to my chest as I kissed him. I rolled so he was underneath me and kissed him deeply before pulling back, just needing to say something.

"Stripes, you know that I said that I didn't mean it?" I asked. He nodded, cocking his head to the side. "I think I meant it, just a little," I admitted.

He smiled and stroked the side of my face. "Well, I think that I'd mean it a little if I said it too," he replied nervously. "But that doesn't mean that you didn't just scare the shit out of me saying that."

"Scared the shit out of myself too," I admitted. He giggled, and I crashed my lips to his again. The crisis was averted; I had no idea what in the world possessed those words to come out of my mouth - at least it was slightly better than a jacking off comment.

There was no way in hell I was saying those words again in a hurry, I was mentally scared from it. For now, I was just happy letting my mouth roam over my boyfriend's body, revelling in the gloriousness of Kim Taehyung.

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When I woke up in the morning, Tae was cuddled up, naked, at my side, his head on my chest, his arm thrown over me. It was probably the nicest wake up I had ever had. When I turned my head to look at the time, I groaned. It was almost lunchtime. We really needed to get up, spend a little time with my family and then get home before Han came back with his dad. I was hoping we'd get to swim and stuff today before we left.

"Stripes?" I whispered.

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, wriggling closer to me and pressing his face into the side of my neck, blocking out the light. "Ugh, if it's before ten then I'm gonna shout at you," he mumbled.

"It's 11:42."

He whimpered. "Please tell me you're joking. I'm still sleepy," he whined.

"Want to stay in bed for another hour then?" I offered, kissing the tip of his nose. He could sleep for another hour and then we'd just have less time at the beach, that would be fine.

He smiled and nodded, his hand tracing down my chest teasingly. "I definitely want to stay in bed. I've yet to hear you beg," he whispered, his eyes opening slowly.

"Are you always this perverted in the morning?" He laughed and rolled onto his back, shrugging, not bothering to pull the sheets up to cover his body. I guess there was no reason to now, I'd definitely familiarised myself with every inch of him last night. He looked beautiful in the morning. His messy hair and tired eyes really got my blood pumping - unfortunately, it pumped it straight down south though, so coherent thought was a little difficult.

He stretched his body as he answered with a little contented smile playing at the edges of his lips. "Not usually. I think this is the first morning in forever that I've woken up totally and utterly satisfied. You should be proud of yourself for that," he replied, winking at me.

"I am a little proud, actually, considering we didn't even get to the nasty stuff," I replied, scooting closer to him. I was so grateful that nothing seemed awkward after my little 'I love you' indiscretion. Hopefully everything would just carry on, and we would get there eventually.

We spent another hour in bed, just fooling around, making out, cuddling and talking, before we finally headed downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen, cooking lunch as usual for a Sunday. She grinned at us both knowingly when we walked in, her eyes sending me a 'I hope you were making babies' look, that I chose to ignore completely.

"Morning," Taehyung chirped enthusiastically. He'd had a permanent happy grin etched across his face since we woke up this morning, clearly he was happy with what happened between us in the bedroom.

"Good afternoon you mean. Did you two have a nice lie in?" my mom asked, barely able to contain her excitement.

I slipped my arm around my man's waist and pulled him to me.

"Definitely," I confirmed, as I kissed his forehead. He giggled and looked at me happily, chewing on his lip, driving me insane. The attraction to Taehyung was unreal; he was literally the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out on the beach with my sisters, and, of course, Ryong, who seemed to have somehow wangled an invite, yet again. "You think we should head home, Stripes?" I offered, looking at my watch, it was already almost four in the afternoon, Han would be back for half past seven and we had to get back first.

He pouted a little but nodded at the same time. "Okay yeah. I had a really great time here with your family. They're all really nice. Thanks for bringing me," he agreed, smiling happily.

I grinned and stood up off our lounger we were laying on, and pulled him up too. "Thanks for coming. Maybe we could bring Han next time; I bet he'd love swimming in the sea," I suggested.

He frowned. "We can definitely bring him, but he doesn't swim too good."

Slipping my arm around his shoulders, I led him back to the house, wishing we could stay here forever. "Han doesn't swim too good?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I can't swim, so I never taught him. Seojoon said that he would teach him, but he never takes him so..." He trailed off, shrugging.

"I'll teach you both to swim," I said, as we got to my bedroom.

He looked at me sceptically as we threw our clothes into the bags, ready to go home. "Seriously?"

I nodded in confirmation. "Sure. Swimming is an essential, lifesaving skill. There's no way I'm letting my son and my boy go through life not knowing how to swim." I threw the last of my things into my bag and looked back at him to see him staring at me, frozen, his mouth open slightly, his eyes wide. "What?" I asked, confused as to why he was looking at me like that.

He closed his mouth and shook his head. "Nothing, I just, what you just said, that was, er," He frowned, looking away from me, a blush on his cheeks that made him look adorable.

What had I said to warrant that reaction? "What did I say?"

He shook his head quickly, before turning to me and kissing my cheek affectionately. "You are the most incredible man I've ever met, Jeon Jungkook ," he whispered. He took my hand and gave me a little tug in the direction of the door, while I just let him lead me along having no clue as to what had just happened.

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When the intercom buzzed, Taehyung was still sorting out his clothes and unpacking from the weekend. "Want me to get it?" I called.

"Yeah, thanks. That'll be Han and Seojoon ," he shouted from the bedroom.

I buzzed them up and opened the door, waiting for them to get there.

Han skipped up the stairs, grinning happily so he'd obviously had a nice time.

"Hey, Kid." I greeted, happy to see him again.

"Hey, Uncle Kookie!" he cheered. "Here, I made these for you and Momma," he boasted, holding up a little clear bag with two cupcakes in it.

I laughed at his thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Han. Why don't you take those in to your mom?" I suggested. He nodded and immediately skipped off to the kitchen. I looked back at Seojoon's tight jaw and hard eyes. "Can I have a quick word with you?" I asked, nodding back into the hallway.

He frowned, and his eyes darted behind me, probably looking for Taehyung to help him or something. Without a word, he sighed and strutted back into the hallway. After flicking the latch on the door so we could get back in, I followed him out there, pulling the door closed so Taehyung wouldn't hear anything.

Seojoon's arms were folded across his chest as he glared at me like the arrogant asshole that he was, and I wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face. I gritted my teeth and pushed the angry thoughts away. This was Han's dad at the end of the day, so I needed to respect that.

"Did you get the money for Han's ticket to the show?" I asked curiously.

His body tensed as his eyes narrowed. "If he's asked you to threaten me or something then you can just back the hell off. I don't have the fucking money; if I did, I'd give it to him! Why is the little bitch getting you involved? This isn't any of your business; you're just the new boy toy. He'll soon kick you to the curb as soon as he realises he can do better than a cop," he growled, sneering and looking me over like I was something he'd stepped in.

My hands itched with the need to grab him around the throat and choke the life out of him for calling my boy a bitch, but I couldn't do that.

Technically, I shouldn't even be getting involved now; Tae'd probably kill me if he knew I was doing this.

I gritted my teeth and pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and counted out fifty bucks ( us dollars ), holding it out to him. This was my plan, and I should stick to it even if he had just disrespected both me and my man. I still needed Han to go on the trip, and I couldn't let the kid down like that. Taehyung wouldn't take the money from me, so this was the only other option that I could see. Sure, I knew this would give him a leg up in the, so called, 'competition', and if I really wanted to get ahead then I wouldn't be doing this now - but the thing was, I liked them both too much to play this game with Seojoon. Han desperately wanted to see the show, Taehyung couldn't pay, he wouldn't take my money but yet he'd take his, so there was no other choice here.

"What's that for?" he asked, frowning at it and not taking it out of my hand.

I slapped it against his chest. "Go pay for the ticket and grow some fucking balls. That's your kid in there that you'd be disappointing again. You don't even seem bothered by how upset he'd be if he couldn't go," I spat angrily.

"It's just a fucking show, he'll get over it!" he cried.

"It's not about him getting over it, it's about you breaking your promise to your kid and his mother. You said you'd get the money, so go give him the fucking money. Man up, stop pulling this shit all the time, they don't deserve it!"

He snorted and shook his head. "So you're gonna let me go in there and give him the money, and then make me look like a prick when you tell him it's yours. Then you'll look like the good guy, and I look like the freaking waste of space dad, borrowing from his new boyfriend?" he retorted.

"I'm giving you the money to pay for your son, Seojoon. Just go in there and pay him for the ticket. I don't want any glory and I don't care about the money, I just don't want to see my boy or his son upset because of it. You don't need to pay me back, just try and keep your promises from now on. You can't keep letting them both down like this," I stated, frowning.

"So, what are you getting out of this?" he asked, nodding down at the money that was clenched in his fist.

I shrugged. "I get to see Taehyung smile when you give it to him. I get to see him stop worrying about how he's going to tell Han that he can't go and see Buzz and Woody. That's all I want." Unable to look at his distasteful expression any longer, I turned and headed back into the apartment. Voices from the kitchen caught my attention so I walked in there. Han was sitting on the counter, grinning happily as Taehyung fussed over him with a huge smile on his face. "Let's see this cake then, Kid." I smiled, leaning on the counter next to him.

Han grinned and passed me a cupcake with blue frosting and some sort of silver flakes over the top. It didn't look edible. Forcing a smile, I took a bite. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. "Wow, you and Nanna do make the best cakes," I lied, looking at him with wide eyes.

He smiled proudly as I stuffed in the rest of the cake, forcing it down where it was a little dry. Behind me, Seojoon walked into the kitchen, and
Taehyung looked at him with a fake smile. They obviously pretended they had a great relationship in front of Han.

"Hey, did he behave?" Tae asked him, poking Han in the ribs playfully, making him giggle.

"Good as gold, the same as always," Seojoon confirmed. His eyes flicked to me before he stepped forward and held the money out to Tae. "For the ticket," he said quietly.

Tae's eyes widened as he squealed and threw his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Oh God, Seojoon, thank you!" He bounced up and down on the spot as he hugged him.

Seojoon laughed uncomfortably as he patted Tae's back awkwardly, looking at me over his shoulder. "Thank you," he mouthed behind his back. I smiled and nodded. Hopefully he'd try and stick to it and not disappoint them anymore. It wasn't just the money, it was promising something and then backing out and leaving someone else to pick up the pieces, and then not even understanding how important it was to his son.

Taehyung pulled away, grinning happily as he clutched the money to his chest as if it was the most important thing in the world. He sighed happily.

That happy expression on his face was totally worth it.

"Well, I'd better get going. Thanks for looking after me for the weekend, Han ," Seojoon teased, ruffling up Han's hair. Han laughed and pushed him off. "I'll see you in two weeks, and I'll call next weekend too. Maybe Momma might let me take you out to play ball for a couple of hours? If you're not busy that is..." he trailed off, looking at Taehyung hopefully.

Tae smiled and nodded. "Sure. Call me, and we'll sort it out."

"Great. Well I'd better get going. See you next time then, Buddy." He kissed the top of Han's head, hugging him tightly.

"Bye. Daddy." Han smiled, hugging him back.

Seojoon smiled at Taehyung , and he hugged him too, kissing his cheek.

"Thanks, Seojoon," he whispered, looking at him tenderly. I gritted my teeth and prayed that this didn't come back to bite me in the ass.

Seojoon nodded awkwardly, his eyes flicking to me again for a second before going back to Tae. "No worries. I'll call you." He turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word.

Yeah, bye, Seojoon. Asshole.

Taehyung grinned and grabbed Han off the counter, spinning him in a small circle, making him laugh and grip his shoulders. "Right then, Baby, bath time and then bed," he announced, setting him on his feet.

Han skipped out of the kitchen, and Tae walked to my side, gripping the collar of my shirt, pulling my face down to his. He kissed me softly for a second before pulling away and following his son, but not before he turned and blew me another kiss at the door. I grinned proudly. I didn't need any recognition.

That smile and that kiss was totally worth fifty bucks.

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To be continued .........

Kook has helped Seojoon..
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