Reva

My bare feet floated across the expensive parquet floor as I made my way from our bedroom a few doors over to the room where my husband was. Just a few minutes earlier, I had awoken to a small note on his bedside table written in his neat handwriting:

I am in my study.

They were just a handful of words with no fuss, but they carried significance. I usually woke up in Jungkook's absence because he left for work very early. It was self-explanatory where to find him, but for the past few weeks, he always made sure I knew exactly where he was. It was unusual for him to be home at this time, and a part of me wanted to ensure everything was alright.

After wiping the smile on my lips, I brushed my teeth and washed my face, but decided to keep my dark blue night dress on. It was Jungkook's favorite and it was comfortable. Maybe sexy, too.

I hesitated for a moment, considering changing into something less potentially distracting. But whether in pajamas or formal attire, Jungkook always seemed to be captivated by me.

"Come in," he said, his voice wrapping around me like a warm embrace when I knocked on his door. There was an ineffable quality about Jungkook that had always been a balm to my soul, outshining even the morning sun that had greeted me today.

I gently pushed the door open, revealing him seated behind his desk. The room was filled with the soft glow that shone through the window. Before him lay his laptop and a sea of papers, the furrow in his brow portraying his concentration and, perhaps, a touch of stress.

But with his eyes meeting mine, the line dissolved and his lips lifted into a gentle smile. He rolled back in his chair a little, a silent invitation as I returned the smile.

"Just woke up?" he asked as I reached him and he wrapped his hand around my waist.

"Yeah," I replied. The time on his laptop read 8:24 and I grimaced bashfully.

The sight of him buried amidst the papers made me wonder how early he must have risen to find himself engrossed in work already. A pang of guilt tugged at me for potentially disrupting his flow, but I knew Jungkook all too well. Without someone urging him to take a break, he'd lose himself in work, sometimes skipping meals in the process.

"Skipping the office today?" I inquired, watching as Jungkook adjusted his posture, making space for me on his thigh. I settled onto him, draping my legs over the arm of his chair and circling my arms around his neck.

"I have a meeting at 11, so I figured I'd work from here until you woke up," he replied, flashing that familiar, heartwarming smile of his. He then nestled his face into the curve of my neck, taking in a deep breath. "I love how you smell when you wake up."

With a deep, appreciative groan, he pressed his lips to my skin, then claimed my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless. I ran my nails gently through his hair, eliciting a pleased rumble from him as he intensified the kiss.

But our intimate moment was interrupted by an incoming call. I chuckled softly, disentangling myself and hopping off his lap as Jungkook checked the caller ID. "I'll head to our room," I murmured, not wanting to be a distraction.

"Stay," Jungkook insisted, shaking his head with a playful pout. "Your beautiful face will keep me going every time I glance up," he added with a grin, eyes flitting back to the numbers on his screen. "These figures are driving me insane."

A warm blush spread across my cheeks at his compliment but Jungkook's smile was so tender, even with that mischievous glint in his eyes. It was unusual for him to let a call ring like this; he usually answered promptly.

"Only because you asked so nicely," I teased back, shooting him a smirk. "I'll be right back."

Just as I reached for the door handle, I halted at the sound of my name. Jungkook's eyes met mine, a sultry half-lidded gaze that sent a shiver down my spine. His phone was still ringing in his hand, but his attention was solely on me. "Don't change," he murmured.

His dark eyes trailed down my bare legs, lingering on the lace that adorned my chest, and I couldn't help but bite my lip. It was clear he never tired of me, no matter how much he had me.

Coughing lightly, he finally broke the spell to answer the call. "Hello?" I shook my head, a coy smile playing on my lips as I made my way back to our bedroom, thinking of something to occupy my time while he worked.

Lately, I hadn't had much time to read. Jungkook and I always found ourselves wrapped up in each other, whether we were out on spontaneous dinner dates, having cozy movie nights on the couch, or just filthy sex.

I noticed the book I'd started weeks ago sitting on my bedside table. With a shrug, I figured it was the perfect opportunity to dive back into the story. Grabbing the book and my phone, I headed back to the study.

Jungkook ended the call and gestured to the plush leather sofa that was pushed up against the wall next to a bookshelf filled with books, folders, and all of his work essentials.

I loved how our relationship had evolved. We could share space without intruding on each other's worlds, enjoying comfortable silences while still feeling connected.

Wasn't that the nature of marriage? Two people sharing a life, yet pursuing their own passions and responsibilities. Supporting each other through thick and thin, enjoying each other's company while still being there for the tough moments.

That's what Jungkook and I had. While I buried myself in my book, my legs draped over the arm of the sofa, Jungkook was busy with his laptop, shuffling papers, and signing documents.

Every once in a while, he would ask me a question or I would share a snippet about the character in my book that was annoying me at that moment. Surprisingly, instead of being a distraction, my presence seemed to help him focus. His work became more precise, yet he remained calm and efficient.

After a while, the book's magic faded, and I stood up, feeling the sofa's leather cling to my legs. I wandered over to his bookshelf, examining the items without touching them.

"I was right," he declared, drawing my attention. His eyes were fixed on my legs, probably recalling his earlier comment about my presence being motivation for him to work. His smirk was playful, making me roll my eyes, though I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, shut up," I chided, secretly enjoying how much he wanted me around. Jungkook awakened feelings in me I hadn't felt in years. No other man had ever stirred my emotions like he did.

He chuckled in response, returning his attention to his laptop. The comforting silence settled between us once more. I went back to my reading, occasionally browsing my phone and scrolling through social media.

From time to time, I'd approach him to massage his tense shoulders. He'd let out a contented sigh, and I'd rest my chin on the top of his head, gently caressing his cheek. I didn't grasp the intricacies of the numbers on his screen, but I understood enough to know that I'd be stressed if faced with that many figures.

The clock now read half past ten and I was leaning against the wall next to the shelf with my hands behind my back while Jungkook packed up his stuff for the meeting he'd mentioned. He had enough time to get to the office.

And yet, two minutes later, he was on his knees, his face buried between my legs. I threw my head back against the wall as I let the pleasure flow through my hot veins.

It was always like this. One moment we were talking about casual things and the next we were all over each other.

"Yes." I moaned, his expert tongue knowing exactly where to touch me.

Jungkook would probably be a little late for his meeting, but he didn't seem to care as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the inside of my thigh.

"Wait," I whispered, looking towards the door. "I think someone's coming."

"Yes, you are," he smirked up at me and continued without being bothered.

I couldn't take it any longer and shivered and sighed as Jungkook pressed me even harder against him. After a few minutes of no words and deep breathing, I regained composure. Jungkook got to his feet but stayed close to me as he watched me.

I shook my head and chuckled. "I hate you."

"Fuck, I hate you too," he replied with a mirroring smile before stealing a long kiss.

We stayed there, pressed against a wall in his study with his hands on my hips and my arms around his neck. We locked deep gazes, but we knew that neither of us wanted this moment to end.

"I love it when you look at me like that," he whispered, his warm breath touching my lips and I smiled even wider. If he kept that up, my heart would eventually stop.

"Like what?" I asked curiously.

"Happy," he explained, hugging me closer to him as his eyes swept all over my face. "It looks beautiful on you. Makes me realize I'm finally doing things right."

"You are. And so am I," I observed. We had both made life harder than it should have been in the beginning, but we had only been two young people thrown into a new chapter of life without a guide. There was no point dwelling on it now. "Let's not talk about it."

He nodded in agreement. He brushed a lock of hair from my face and his eyes shone with a new idea. "What do you want to do for New Year's?"

Pausing for a moment, I visualized my ideal night. "Nothing fancy, please. Just want to be with you."

His response was an exuberant growl, head thrown back in delight. It was clear my words held power over him. But then again, he had that effect on me too.

"Exactly what I wanted to hear."

"Do you have something planned?" I asked, realizing that he must have been thinking about it. New Year's was already next week.

"I was thinking... My mom has an RV. She has it just to own it, I suppose, because she's never used it. Anyways. I don't know if that's your cup of tea, but we could take it and go somewhere."

"Camping?"

He shook his head. "Not really. It's got everything we need. A kitchen. A bathroom with a shower. A big bed to fuck in. Okay, okay." He laughed and threw his hands up in surrender as I started punching his arm. "I was just trying to say we could be by ourselves. Like, really alone."

I considered it and then shrugged. "As long as we don't become part of National Geographic."

"Don't worry, we'll just stay in the RV. Surviving in the wild isn't one of my skills either," he joked. "So. I'll sort everything out at work today so that things don't fall apart while we're away. And then I'll look for the registration document for the RV. It's probably in the safe in my mother's library."

"Great. Is there anything I can do other than pack?"

"Not really. I'll probably be home late tonight."

"It's fine. I'm meeting Heba later anyway."

He kissed me softly. "Good, have fun."

I rose on my toes and kissed him more. "Go. You're late."

Jungkook left, and a couple of hours later, I found myself sinking into the comfort of Heba's plush sofa. Outside, the light snowfall offered a breathtaking view of the city below.

The coffee she brewed for us warmed my hands, its unique flavor reminding me of how much my palate had expanded since befriending Heba. The texture was richer, and a piece of Turkish Delight made for a perfect pairing.

Heba sat on the opposite end of the sofa, her hands cradling her growing belly. Her bump had become so prominent. It was only a matter of time before she'd meet her little one. The excitement was evident, sparkling brightly in her green eyes.

She wasn't wearing her headscarf today, a casual day for just the two of us at home. Abbas was away on business for a few days. Despite considering canceling his trip, Jungkook and I assured him we'd take care of Heba. With her due date six weeks away, these coffee afternoons had become our little ritual.

I savored another bite of the Turkish Delight, its powdered sugar dusting my fingers. As I mentally listed items for packing, I felt Heba's eyes on me.

"What?" I asked, swallowing my bite.

"Spit it out."

"What?" I laughed this time, setting the coffee down on the small table next to me.

"Why you're grinning from ear to ear like that." Heba giggled and I only now realized that I was actually smiling.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about what I'm going to pack when I go home." Her eyes didn't turn from me. "Jungkook and I are going on a mini vacation over New Year's."

"Oh, that's exciting. But you were grinning like that because you were thinking about jammies and underwear and toiletries?"

"Yeah, I mean, no," I stammered. A blush ran up my cheeks. "Maybe there's more."

"Oh, I knew it! I'm the pregnant one here, but you're glowing." she complimented and I smiled shyly. "Tell me."

Opening up to Heba felt natural, a testament to the trust I had in her. Since my friend's betrayal, I'd kept my feelings close, but Heba was different. She deserved to know about this new chapter in my life.

I spilled the details, recounting our dates, the confession on the rooftop that played in my mind. The words Jungkook whispered, the intensity of his gaze, and that unforgettable first kiss.

While I kept a few intimate moments to myself, Heba's laughter and cheers for us were heartwarming. Sometimes, I still pinched myself, questioning if this was reality. Opening my heart to such vulnerability was terrifying, but for Jungkook, I was willing to take that risk.

"Oh my days..." Heba sighed after I told her everything.

"Indeed." I laughed with her.

"I'm so happy for you, my friend. For both of you." She squeezed my hand and I smiled warmly at her.

"I'm happy too, Heba."

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A week later, with suitcases packed and excitement stirring inside me, I couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of our upcoming vacation. It was our first trip together as husband and wife, a delayed honeymoon of sorts, and I loved the idea of spending uninterrupted time with him. We hadn't had the chance for a real honeymoon when we got married, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.

There was something very appealing about the simplicity of our plans. A few days in an RV, just the two of us, free from the distractions of everyday life. It wasn't about luxury or extravagance, it was about being together.

A few days ago, he'd hinted that he'd soon have me all to himself, something secretive in his eyes that had me intrigued. When I'd pressed him for details, all he'd given me was a smirk and a cryptic promise that I'd find out soon enough. But I trusted him completely. Whatever surprise he had planned, I knew it would be worth waiting for.

I hadn't seen him since last night. He'd mentioned needing to make a few phone calls and search for the RV registration document before I'd drifted off to sleep. I had assumed he'd come back later, but when I woke up this morning, the bed was neatly made, and there was no sign of him.

He was probably caught up in finalizing our plans or maybe he'd gotten engrossed in one of his tasks and lost track of time. I busied myself with some last-minute preparations, double-checking our packing list and making sure everything was in order.

The suitcase had turned out to be heavier than I'd anticipated, filled with essentials I thought we might need, so I asked Jungkook's driver if he could take it downstairs. Our destination was Colorado, a place known for its breathtaking views and serene landscapes. I'd spent hours researching the best spots, places where we could pull over and just take in the beauty around us. The drive would be long, but that was okay. We had all the time in the world.

I jogged down the stairs to grab a few bottles of water from the fridge and maybe a few snacks. The maids had prepared sandwiches for our drive, but I knew there were a few treats Jungkook and I favored. Maybe we'd even make a pit stop along the way to grab some more.

As I approached the kitchen, hushed whispers reached my ears. The tones were frantic, the words a blur as they flew back and forth. Coming around the corner, I realized that Jungkook and his mother were locked in a heated argument. I couldn't see them but the tension was palpable.

It was mostly Jungkook talking, his voice laced with something I hadn't felt in a long time. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of concern and uncertainty washing over me. I felt like an intruder, yet unable to move from the spot.

I strained to understand the words, but it was hard to catch everything amidst the rising emotions. Jungkook's voice grew louder, his anger clear, each word a sharp contrast to the calm morning I'd imagined.

"I can't believe this. I can't believe you," Jungkook's voice rang out, clear and filled with disappointment and disbelief.

Peering around the corner, I saw Jungkook and his mother standing opposite each other, separated by the kitchen island. The usually imposing Mrs. Jeon looked smaller than I had ever seen her.

"This is low. This is so low. Even for you," Jungkook's voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, his eyes fixed on his mother. She lowered her gaze, her usual fiery spirit subdued.

"You don't understand," she replied, desperation creeping into her voice. Her eyes searched his face, pleading for understanding, but Jungkook's expression remained firm, unmoved by her words. It was clear that whatever they were arguing about ran deep.

"I don't understand? Do you think I'm stupid?" Jungkook's voice was sharp. I instinctively took a step closer, my hand hovering in the air as I debated whether to intervene. Jungkook had always preferred me to stay out of his arguments with his parents, but this felt different.

"It's in the past now, Jungkook. What am I supposed to do?" His mother's voice rose in defense, her anger evident.

"You? It's always about you anyway," he retorted, shaking his head in exasperation. "How the fuck am I supposed to look into her eyes?" Jungkook's voice cracked, raw with emotion. His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken pain and regret.

What was that supposed to mean? Questions tumbled over each other in my mind, each one stinging like acid. Just yesterday, Jungkook had been his usual self. Smiling, joking, and looking forward to our little getaway. So what had changed? What could possibly have upset him this much?

As they continued to talk, their voices lowered to hushed tones, making it impossible for me to make out their words. I stepped closer.

"You need to leave," Jungkook said. "Or I'll—"

"Mrs. Jeon?" a voice from behind me scared me so much I jumped. "Did you need something?"

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing my heightened anxiety as I faced Annemarie, the maid who was responsible for desserts. I forced a smile, hoping to mask the fact that I'd been eavesdropping. A warm blush crept up my cheeks, deepening my embarrassment. I prided myself on respecting privacy, so what had come over me?

"Thank you. I was just going to grab some water bottles for the drive," I said.

She smiled gently. "You could have just called out to me," she replied, making a move to enter the kitchen.

It was then that I realized the arguing had stopped. As Annemarie tried to step past me, Jungkook appeared around the corner. His eyes met mine, a mixture of surprise and nervousness flashing across his face.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" he asked.

I forced another smile, trying to gauge his reaction. "I was going to get something to eat and drink. For the drive," I answered.

Jungkook smiled back and surprisingly, it was genuine. Even if he seemed a little shaken by the tension a few moments ago, he still stepped closer and kissed my forehead. His hand around my waist felt warm and it wasn't shaking. Thank God.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, always." I smiled, even if something absent was churning my stomach.

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A/N: Finally an update, it has been a hot minute!! Hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter. Things are getting interesting here hehe. Brace yourselves 👀