river's pov ; later that day ; 12 am

Where am I?

My eyes were closed, a slight breeze drifting through the warmed room I was in; chill bumps erupting over my barely clad body.

I furrowed my brows, heavy arms coming up to run over my body.

Why was I nearly naked? With only my panties covering my most sensitive area scantily covered with lace.

My heart thumped wildly within the confines of my ribcage.

What was happening? What was I doing here?

Was my body on...a bed?

If so, who's bed?

No matter how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't open.

And it only caused me to be on the cusp of a panic attack. My toes wiggled impatiently, mind whirling trying to find a logical explanation for what I was going through.

My fingers ran over my palms, not finding the little blisters that had been on my hands since this morning.

The mattress sinking in beside my twitching body made me pause.

My mouth dried when the panic fled my body, as well as the fight to get my eyes to open.

A familiar smell entered my nostrils – a mix of comforting fabric softener, fresh soap, and the distinct smell of W. dress room New York 97 eau de cologne.

The scent alluded to my senses and calmed me.

"Hey, pretty girl." a warm breath tickled my ear, causing a happy squeal to leave my lips. My body clearly knew who this...man was – but my mind did not. It felt like I should know who this is.

My eyes fought to open once more.

Warm fingertips ghosted down the plane of my chest, carefully rubbing the valley between my breasts.

"So cute." the deep smokey voice hummed contently, their face came down to rest against my sternum, putting a stop to my incessant wiggling.

The fingertips trailed softly down my body, touch so soft against my skin, as if they were afraid they would break me.

A strangled whimper left my lips.

I had never been touched like this.

And to my greatest shock, I wasn't wanting to move away anytime soon. I wanted this person to continue their teasing trail if anything.

My skin tingled when the touches strayed from their path and trailed up my waist.

"I've been dreaming about this moment for so long," a pair of lips met my ear and a pleased rumble left their mouth. "It's everything I've ever wanted."

I couldn't take it any longer.

Licking my lips, my mouth opened to speak.

"...w-who are you?"

Deep down, I knew the answer.

And apparently, he knew that I knew, too.

A kiss suddenly landed on my forehead, and he chuckled. The pair of big warm hands grasped my waist and just held me there firmly.

"Don't play coy, River." he husked against my jawline, soon placing a kiss to the underside. Pleasant tingles erupted where his lips had been. "You know exactly who I am."

My retort died on my tongue.

Another kiss landed on my exposed waist, easing my mind.

"Just open your eyes and accept it." his voice quaked inside the still-dark room. "Look at me."

My fists clenched and I shook my head repeatedly. "...I...I can't. I'm sorry." I wasn't ready to.

He now hovered over my body, palming my face in his big hands. Thumbs brushed over my eyelids, touch as light as a feather.

"Just open your eyes, River," he repeated, his voice as soft as it always had been. I shook my head again, still in denial. "Open your eyes and just accept it...accept me."

I still refused to.

He tried again.

"River," he whispered, sadness coating his tone, and I felt my heart squeeze in fear. And in pain. "Open your eyes and accept your feelings. There's nothing to be afraid of," he said, lips just laid on mine.

My mind raced. My trembling hands came up and grasped a tight hold on his forearms as he braced his above mine. His muscular torso came down and rested against my bare chest.

"...'M scared to," I admitted, tightening my hold as the sweet touches on my face resumed.

"Don't be," he comforted me, thick muscular thighs coming down to rest alongside my own. "Accept your feelings...and you'll have me. Don't you want that? Hmm? I know I do."

"Open them." his voice was now a command. A tone of voice I had not heard before...but now, it had my body trembling in inexperienced need. Arousal bloomed between my thighs, and I clamped my legs together.

"Open them, River. Now." a hand found itself wrapped gently around my neck. The hold was firm and put me in my place.

My body fell lax against the bed. Core clenching, I licked at my lips.
With great effort, my eyelids fluttered open, and looked at me man above me.

My heart fluttered the instant Jungkook watched me from above, a proud smile on his lips as he gazed down at me lovingly.

"There you are." His lips formed a beautiful smile that set my soul alight in the best of ways. "Good girl." he praised, pinching at my chubby cheek.

A strangled gasp left my lips once my eyes shot open.

The loud blaring of my alarm woke me from my small nap on the kitchen counter.

"The heck?" I mumbled, wiping the small amount of drool from my chin as I straightened my body with a wince.

My mind instantly went back to the dream I had experienced, and my face reddened. "Dingleberries' sake." I huffed to myself, patting my cheeks.

An uncomfortable sensation came upon me the moment the blisters on my hand caught in my hair.

I couldn't help the all over body flush that came over me whenever I thought of the dream I experienced. A wet one? Of sorts? I wasn't sure.
What I did know is that it unnerved me.

I cringed and moved my hands to my side.

Becoming more awake by the second, I yawned and hopped off the stool.

Stretching my body, I decided to push the dream out of sight and out of mind as I raced over to the oven and grabbed a pair of oven mitts – being more careful and aware this time around when I took the cupcakes out of the oven.

After the events of this morning, the rest of the day was quite uneventful. Except when Jungkook came to pick up Moon.

Being embarrassed, I avoided him by staying inside the kitchen as he spoke with Sang about how Moon had been while he was away.

The little baby had mostly been with me like she had been for months on end. The more time I spent with her, the more baby fever grasped me.

Little Moon was everything I could ever want in a baby...and I hoped, that one day if I ever decided to get married, I would have a baby just as cute, intelligent, and gentle as she was.

Jungkook was so lucky to have fathered someone as perfect as her.

I also wondered about her mother. I wondered who she was, her name, and how Jungkook and her met.

I disliked the fact that I thought of such things.

It wasn't any of my business so I kept my inner thoughts to myself.

Who knew what Brett, Atlas, Sang, and my brothers would think if they heard me asking such questions?

They would think I liked him or something.

You do.

Shut. Up.

Scolding myself, I allowed the cupcakes to cool for a while before decorating them. Thankfully, it was the last batch, and the rest of them were already packaged up and ready to be picked up tomorrow.

I stayed at the daycare center late to be able to finish off the order after telling Sang I would be perfectly fine to stay by myself.

It creeped me out, staying alone here, but once these cupcakes were in the box, I could go home.

Humming lowly to myself, I twisted the icing bag and prepared to decorate the first cupcake. I placed the cupcakes on the counter I slept on, after washing it, of course, before I got to work.

Tiredness weighed upon me, and less than an hour later, all the cupcakes were finished and I was left feeling accomplished.

"Great," I muttered to myself, throwing away the trash and cleaning off the kitchen. Furrowing my brows once my eyes caught onto a small envelope with my name across the front in pretty elegant writing, I snatched it off the counter and shoved it in my Marc Jacob's tote bag before I finished cleaning.

"And..done!" I cheered, observing the clean kitchen. With a quick glance at my phone – seeing it was nearly two am, I hurried out of the building after locking everything up, eagerly awaiting the moment I would get home.

third pov ; jeon jungkook ; 2 am

Guilt weighed heavily upon Jungkook's shoulders as he lay awake in bed, restlessly gazing up at the ceiling above him.

A grunt left his lips as he once more thought of the events of this morning.

Where he had frightened River ( again ), and caused her to accidentally burn her hands.

Fucking hell, he felt so bad.

It was all he had thought about all day.

He licked along the silver hoops in his bottom lip and sighed.

He guessed she was upset or blaming him for being the reason she had blisters on her pretty palms – even though she told him over and over she didn't.
But his mind thought differently the moment she had avoided him when he came to pick up his Moon at the daycare center.

But she didn't need to blame him. He blamed himself enough for both of them.

"Fuck..." he groaned to himself, sitting up in bed, the white duvet falling off his bare torso. The man rubbed along the expanse of his neck and pouted his lips.

Would she forgive him? He hoped so.

Should he call Mi Cha and ask her what he should do? His hand reached towards the nightstand where his phone sat charging but paused.

No, he shouldn't. It was nearly three in the morning.

His gomo would murder him if he woke her up in the middle of the night just for him to ask her a question.

With a resigned sigh, Jungkook fell back on his mattress and moped sadly.

author's note ; ✨

I'm falling behind sm lmfaoo
This chapter has been done for about a day,
Almost two. I hope you enjoyed reading it!