Did you really think it was over? Kekeke! :)

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Learning how to walk again is a bitch.

And so is getting mowed down by a crazy wall-street Ken doll.

I smile wiggling my toes, gleefully perched on the edge of our bed. I watch as Jungkook slips my second stiletto heel on and delicately fastens the thin strap around my ankle.

I stand up and he grips my fingers tightly as if I would fall. 

Wonder and admiration dance deep within in his eyes....for me?

"Aww, Love!" I sigh, cupping his chiselled face in my hands, "You're looking at me the same way you looked at Justin when he took his first steps!" I giggle light-heartedly at my wonderful husband.

"That's because I am just as proud of you tonight as I was of him right then." He mumbles against my lips, pulling me close. He circles my waist, his strong hands weave lovingly around the small of my back.

It'd taken eighteen months of gruelling physical therapy before I could finally walk again and now, another year later, I was finally in the clear to wear my favourite louboutins on date night!

I let my body melt into his loving arms.

We kiss and who needs functioning legs anyway? I might as well be floating on air.

Jungkook whimpers softly, biting down tenderly on my lip.

"Easy now, we might end up missing our reservation if you keep on going like this..." I warn sweetly.

The door to our bedroom swings open suddenly on its hinges and in steps my dear mother-in-law with little J tethered devoutly to the hem of her skirt.

She smiles whilst purposefully ignoring Jungkook and I's flustered looks as we jumped apart in shock.

"Justin would like one more goodnight kiss before you go.." She declares before our toddler runs over on cue.

"Ma-Ma!" 

I scoop him up into a warm hug before Jungkook places his arms around the both of us as well to create a massive group hug.

"Now," Jungkook steps back to ruffle Justin's jet-black mop of hair, "Time for bed." He kisses our son's cheek and we both smile at each other.

I place him back on his feet, gently nudging him in the direction of his grandmother who leads him away again.

"You two have a good time," She waves carelessly over one shoulder with her free hand as she and Justin make their departure.

I look at Jungkook.

"She still doesn't like me, does she?" I laugh and Jungkook shakes his head 'no', unconvincingly.

"Mom, loves you. She just has a weird way of showing it."

I sigh, looking myself over in the mirror. Jungkook puts his jacket on and hands me over my purse. 

"You'd think she would warm to me by now, you know, after coming back from the dead and all..." I joke.

When I look at Jungkook though, he is all but laughing, his eyes have gone sad.

He still doesn't like it when I kid around about what happened to me.

His pinkened lips turn purposefully down at their corners, "Love, you didn't die." He states. 

"I wish you wouldn't say that."

"But I nearly did," I reply flippantly whilst wrapping my favourite silk scarf around my neck then shrugging on the new little suede jacket Jungkook bought me for my most recent birthday. 

Jungkook steps over to me, grabbing me gently by both arms and looking straight into my eyes, "But you didn't." He says firmly.

"No, I didn't." I agree and smile, pecking him softly on the mouth.

                                                          ***

Our favourite restaurant in LA is bustling and busy. However, intimacy hangs heavy in the air between myself and the dark, sexy man sitting across from me at the table.

It must be the five glasses of wine that I've downed fervently throughout our meal in celebration of finally being able to consume alcohol. Because for the first time, in a long time, I was off of painkillers and allowed to do so.

But no.

It must be something else, something a bit more tangible that's making my body flush with heat every time I look at him.

I can't stop staring at his mouth. And then, when he sets his fork down on the empty plate, I nearly groan out loud just watching his pretty fingers push the plate away from him a bit before raking them smoothly through his hair.

He cracks a little smile, his gaze settling slowly on mine, "Love?" He questions.

He must notice something...

"I just miss really you, that's all," I dip my eyes low in my lap, setting my own fork down and smiling slyly before I flick my focus back up to meet him.

Unfolding my legs slowly, I extend one to gently rub a curious foot against his thigh underneath the table.

I don't need to say more, Jungkook swiftly pays the cheque.

We get to the parking lot and it is almost empty. 

A thick silence ensues. 

It isn't awkward but I see his hands linger before he starts the engine. So I make the first move, turning myself towards him over that partition. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him down on top of me. 

It's amazing, the heat coming off of him, the sweet taste of his skin, salty and wet as I move my mouth along the expanse of his strong, thick neck. 

I feel his warm fingers on my naked thighs, squeezing and caressing them leaving me no choice but to open them a little. 

"Fuck me," I whisper, with his mouth still pressed to mine.

"What?" He questions in a muffle and my desperate hands yank at his belt and undo the first buttons of his shirt.

"I said, I want you to fuck me, agent Jeon." My grip stays on his shirt collar as we detach briefly enough for me to look him in the eye.

A smirk tugs at his lips making him seem even more irresistible before his takes my lips for himself again, our tongues twirling, his teeth catching my bottom lip. I moan with pleasure, feeling the swollen ache between my legs become even harder to ignore.

Jungkook laughs softly at the words I said, "You don't have to ask me to make love to you, Mel. You're my wife. I want nothing more." He says kissing me again but I press my hand up to hold him away just enough so he will listen.

"I know but I want you to fuck me... like you used to." The words fall from me in honesty.

The truth is, since my incident Jungkook has been very....careful with me. It was a long time before we were able to be intimate again and then when we were, things just haven't been the same. Jungkook is loving and gentle but I miss the inebriated spark we had. He needed to know that I was no longer a broken doll that he needed to make love to on eggshells. He needed to know that I was wearing nothing underneath this dress, no bra, no panties. I'd hoped he'd notice that tonight, I was back to my old self and he could be his old self with me too. I put this on for him, just this dress and my favourite heels.

I whisper a tip-off to this in his ear.

Jungkook's dark eyes blaze with eagerness. Then he flips my skirt up.

I watch as excitement sends my heart pounding out of my chest when his fingers skim over the top of my naked pussy. Blunt, strong and decisive. 

I smile letting out a soft moan and tilt my hips upwards so that he can get them deep up inside me.

My eyes roll back at the heat of his breath on my neck.

"You're so fucking wet," He hisses, running the hard digits over my soft and slippery folds. He's right, I'm so wet that I hardly feel his fingers until they slip deep inside, right where I want them.

Little sighs and moans float between us as Jungkook crushes our bodies close. His hands are working fast and fuck, he is stronger than I remember!

His mouth is hard on mine and I spread my legs wider, kissing him back. His hair is soft beneath my palms, silky strands slip between my fingers. I close my eyes, letting my head fall back against the seat in pure ecstasy. I can't help but thrust my hips. The pressure builds, the sweet ache mounting as Jungkook lets me fuck myself against his fingers.

I know that he can feel how close I am, he can feel my muscles tighten and suck greedily around his fingers. My hips rock in time with his thrusts as I cling to his broad shoulders and I cry and whimper into his chest.

"Come for me, Love." He instructs quietly into my ear.

My hips buck violently as my orgasm crashes down on me in waves. I am beyond speech, every end of me is torched with pleasure. From my nipples so swollen and hard to the tips of my toes and fingers tingling and numb!

"Jungkook!"

He rubs my clit hard with his thumb the way I like it, his other two fingers stay lodged deep inside me. Pulsing and pumping through my release. 

Noise rings loudly in my ears as I come down. He kisses me softly before touching his soaked fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself before licks them off, clean.

Jungkook fixes my dress down over my legs again and starts the car.

"But..... what about you?" I ask peering guiltily at his straining erection, to which he answers with nothing but a smirk and a slight tilt of his head. 

That way I know, our night is far from over yet.

                                                     ***

(Two weeks later)

"I'm so sad" I pout comically at Jungkook holding little J in my arms as we stand in the kitchen.

I might have been joking around but deep down I really am disappointed that I can't join Jungkook on tour this year.

With Justin starting pre-school only a week ago, it didn't feel right to Jungkook to have us follow him around the world in exchange for missing out on all the blissfully normal things in life.

Jungkook slips a black cap on his head to match the oversized t-shirt and baggy cargo pants he is wearing. He picks up the last of his luggage and we walk him out to the bus waiting outside.

 "Be sure to send me pictures of him everyday, I don't want to miss a thing." He demands cutely kissing our son on the forehead. 

Justin whimpers a bit in protest at his father's goodbyes and I jiggle him up and down in my arms to cheer him up instead.

"Hey! We'll see daddy on tv.... isn't that going to be so cool?" I ask him and he nods his little head slowly, his big brown eyes beady and glistening.

"....And Daddy will call you everyday!" Jungkook chips in earning a toothy grin from the little one.

The air-breaks sound loudly which calls his attention.

"Well I guess I better get going..." Jungkook motions behind him to the bus and I hold up Justin's little wrist, wagging it to say goodbye. I kiss his little cheeks so that he doesn't cry, feeling my heart sting too, watching his daddy disappear inside the bus.

"I knew it! That cheating bastard!"

Jungkook's mother flicks the tv off and throws the remote down lightly on the couch next me as she rises to her feet. Her face still twisted in disgust at the characters in the drama we just watched.

I giggle at her reaction. She was one of those people that becomes so embroiled in the story-line that I would have to hide the bowl of popcorn at the juicy parts of the show for fear it would go sailing across the room!

Mrs. Jeon and I were still miles from becoming best-friends but we shared the same guilty pleasure for fictional drama and outlandish scenarios.

She straightened her nightgown and bid me goodnight. I insisted on staying up a little while longer, saying that I intended on watching another episode. But the truth was that I was hoping to text with Jungkook. 

I felt inconceivably childish laying on the couch in the darkness of the living room. Stifling my giggles so that my mother-in-law couldn't hear while I messaged her son back and forth and blushed over the new selfie he sent me of him-  face and chest all sweaty after his first show.

Soon tiredness overcame me with the progression of the evening and I couldn't remember falling asleep until sharp screams of terror frightened me out of my slumber.

I questioned whether I was dreaming or really awake but then I heard it again!

"Justin?"

I ran down the hall, my heart in my throat as another tiny scream pierced the air.

"Justin, mama's coming!"

Damn this big fucking stupid house! 

Panic and fear gripped me with every second that I had yet to reach my son.

Hearing his high-pitched screams and not having a clue why was the worst sound and feeling in the world.

Thankfully, as I flung the door to his nursery open, I found my baby-boy sat up in bed, un-harmed. His tiny red cheeks streaked with fresh tears.

I rushed over holding him tight and holding his fast to me.

My hands petted his head soothingly, shushing him. 

It was clearly only a bad dream. 

I get it. 

"What is it my little Peanut?" I ask him gently stroking his hair, "Do you miss daddy, hmm? It's alright, I miss him too..."

"No, Ma-ma. Look!" He points determinedly with one chubby little finger.

My eyes travel to the end of it, only to land on a small space left open by the window. The light breeze ruffling the curtains softly.

My brows crease in confusion because I don't see anything but I'm also quite sure that I closed that window earlier while putting Justin to bed. 

We were alone? But Justin keeps pointing, his bright brown eyes remain glazed with fear and he won't let up. I can practically see the tiny cogs turning in his brain as he struggles to find the right words to explain until he finally blurts them out.

"Ma-ma, shadow."

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A/N: So..this really brings us to the end. 🤫

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