25

Jungkook and Y/n stood at the English coast, the brisk wind tousling their hair as the waves lapped gently at the shore. They had finally made it to England, and the sight of the familiar, misty coastline brought a strange sense of relief.

Yoongi was there with them, his white shirt fluttering in the breeze, but the air between them was heavy with unspoken words and emotions.

Yoongi’s gaze flickered between them, noticing the way Jungkook’s hand rested protectively on Y/n’s waist. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes.

He felt a pang in his chest, a deep-seated ache that he tried to mask with a wry smile. “So… I see now why you rejected me,” Yoongi said, his tone light, but the weight behind his words was unmistakable.

Y/n’s eyes softened, but she didn’t respond. There was nothing she could say that would ease the hurt Yoongi was feeling, and she knew it. Instead, she offered him a small, grateful smile. Yoongi nodded, understanding more than he let on.

“No bad blood between us,” he added, trying to sound casual. “You know, if you ever need anything… I’m just a call away.”

Jungkook felt a twinge of guilt as he looked at Yoongi, who was clearly heartbroken but trying to be cool about it. Yoongi turned to him, his expression shifting to something more serious. “Take care of her, Prof,” he said, his voice carrying a tone of genuine concern.

Jungkook nodded, tightening his hold on Y/n’s waist as if to promise he would. “I will,” he replied simply.

With that, Yoongi handed them a set of fake passports. “These should get you to London safely,” he said, stepping back. “Good luck.”

Jungkook and Y/n watched as Yoongi walked away, his figure slowly fading into the distance. Y/n exhaled slowly, leaning into Jungkook’s side. “It’s over,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, his voice heavy with emotion. “For now.”

They made their way to a waiting cab, the journey to London passing in a quiet blur. When they arrived at their hotel, Jungkook checked them in using their new identities—Kim Namjoon and Kim Seri. Y/n raised an eyebrow at the names, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Namjoon and Catherine?” she asked, her tone light.

Jungkook smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. “It’s a little trail,” he explained, his voice low. “To catch the fish in its net nicely.”

Y/n didn’t press further, though she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her stomach. She knew that their lives were far from safe, and something about this whole situation with Jimin didn’t sit right with her.

She stiffened slightly when Jungkook mentioned that Jimin would be joining them soon.

“Jimin?” she repeated, trying to keep her voice neutral. “Why him?”

Jungkook frowned, sensing her hesitation. “Because he’s my brother, and he’s willing to have my back,” Jungkook said, his voice firm.

“No matter what you think of him, Jimin’s a good guy. He won’t let anything happen to us, especially when we’re carrying the Phoenix.”

Y/n bit her lip, unsure of how to express her distrust without causing more tension. “I just… I don’t trust him,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

Jungkook softened at her concern, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. “I know you don’t trust him,” he said gently. “But I do. He’s never let me down, and he won’t start now. Just trust me on this.”

Y/n nodded slowly, though the doubt still lingered in her mind. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll try.”

After settling into their hotel room, they decided to go out for dinner, wanting a moment of normalcy after everything they’d been through.

They found a quiet diner nearby, and for the first time in what felt like ages, they had a fulfilling meal. Jungkook watched as Y/n ate hungrily, her appetite surprising him.

He suddenly realized how much she had been enduring, how she had sacrificed her own well-being for him. The thought hit him hard, guilt swelling in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t realize… you’ve been putting up with so much because of me.”

Y/n looked up, startled by the sudden apology. She shook her head, swallowing her food before speaking. “Don’t be,” she said softly. “I’m doing this because I want to. It’s my choice, Jungkook.”

He nodded, but the guilt didn’t fully subside. “What do you plan to do once all of this is over?” he asked, his voice tentative. “When we’re back in Seoul… back to our normal lives?”

Y/n’s eyes flickered with uncertainty as she considered his question. “You mean… back in Jenesis University?” she asked, her tone cautious.

Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, the thought of returning to their previous lives feeling strange and distant. He nodded slowly, unsure of what to say next. “Yeah… I guess,” he murmured.

Y/n studied his face, noticing the tension in his jaw, the way his hands fidgeted with his fork. “Will you be around?” she asked quietly, her voice laced with an edge of vulnerability. “Or do you plan to sever ties with me?”

Jungkook’s heart clenched at her words, the thought of leaving her hurting him more than he expected. He reached across the table, taking her hands in his.

"I love you,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you want me to go… I’ll go.”

Y/n’s eyes searched his, trying to gauge the sincerity in his words. “What do you want, Jungkook?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat. He looked down, placing his fork on the table as he gathered his thoughts.

“I want to be in your life,” he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. “As long as you’ll let me. I want to be there… as your lover, and as your baby’s father.”

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest at his words. She felt a mix of emotions, a swirl of fear, uncertainty, and… hope. “Right,” she murmured, almost to herself.

“You want to be a father figure to a child that isn’t even yours. And not just any woman’s child, but your student’s. How appropriate.”

Jungkook scoffed lightly, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve never given a damn about what’s appropriate,” he said, his voice firm. “I just want to do what feels right.”

He squeezed her hands gently, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that took her breath away. “You taught me that,” he continued, his voice softening.

“You showed me how to look beyond what’s right, beyond my obligations, my guilt towards Jimin, and all the responsibilities that weighed me down. I used to care so much about how I was perceived, about living up to some image… but not anymore. Now, I just want to do what feels right. And this… being with you… it feels right.”

Y/n felt her eyes welling up with tears, the sincerity in his words touching her deeply. She had always known that there was something special about Jungkook, something that drew her to him despite all the complications.

But hearing him say these things, knowing that he was willing to go against everything he had been taught to be with her, it made her realize just how much he had changed, and just how much he meant to her.

A small smile tugged at her lips, and she squeezed his hands back. “You’ve changed, Jungkook,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. “You’ve changed so much… and I’m proud of you.”

Jungkook smiled, a genuine, relieved smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “That’s because of you,” he said softly. “You made me see the world differently… and I’m grateful for that.”

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. She had never expected to find herself in this situation, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and danger, but now, sitting here with Jungkook, she realized that she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because in the midst of all the chaos, she had found something real, something worth fighting for.

They finished their meal in comfortable silence, both of them lost in their thoughts but feeling a deep sense of connection.

After paying the bill, they left the diner, the cool London air hitting their faces as they stepped outside.

Jungkook wrapped an arm around Y/n’s shoulders, pulling her close as they walked back to their hotel. The streets were bustling with people, but for the first time in a long time, they both felt at peace.

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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the thick curtains of their hotel room, casting a soft glow on the bed where Jungkook and Y/n lay entwined.

It had been a long night, full of whispered confessions and shared warmth, but now, as the new day broke, a sense of unease crept in.

Jungkook’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, disturbing the quiet peace of the room. He groaned, reaching over to grab it, his hand brushing against Y/n’s as she stirred beside him.

The name on the screen made his heart skip a beat. “It’s Jimin,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

Y/n blinked awake, her body tensing at the mention of Jimin’s name. Jungkook put the phone on speaker, and Jimin’s voice crackled through the line, sharp and commanding.

“Jungkook, you there?” Jimin’s tone was all business, no warmth or familiarity.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Jungkook replied, his voice steadying as he sat up in bed. “You’re on speaker.”

“Good,” Jimin said curtly. “I need you to listen carefully. Make sure you and Y/n are safe today. Rest up if you can, because tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”

Y/n frowned, her brows knitting together in confusion. “What are we supposed to do tomorrow?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Jimin’s sigh was audible over the line. “Namjoon is coming to London tomorrow,” he explained. “He’s found out that the two of you are hiding there, so he’s going to be on your tail. It’s our chance to catch him, and we need to make sure he doesn’t slip out of our grasp. Namjoon is our only way of finishing off Phoenix without… without any harm to Jungkook or Phoenix detonating.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she processed Jimin’s words. “But how?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “We’re nowhere near the Arctic Circle, and we need a huge cooling agent to destroy Phoenix. That’s what the research paper said.”

Jimin let out a frustrated huff. “Yes, Y/n, I know what the research paper said,” he snapped. “But you should also know that no theory is foolproof. Phoenix is a weapon unlike anything we’ve ever encountered. There’s a chance that even your research might be wrong. Think about it—this could be just as false as the ancient theory that Earth is the center of the solar system.”

Y/n scoffed, disbelief coloring her tone. “Are you serious? You mean to tell me that all this time, you’ve been planning to gamble with Jungkook’s life based on a hypothesis?”

Jimin’s voice grew cold. “No, you foolish girl. One, I never knew that the safe which your dad built is removed from Pheonix. I sent my brother on a safe mission, idiot. My bet is to get Namjoon to give us the tool that he removed from Pheonix and re-insert it in the weapon and then destroy it. Because the safe that your dad created would save Jungkook's life. You really thought we’d go ahead with just a research paper thesis? Wow. You must really hate Jungkook if you’re so eager to see him dead.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched at Jimin’s words, anger bubbling up inside him. He could feel the tension in Y/n’s body, her anger and fear mirroring his own.

Jimin continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “And you, Jungkook? You had all the guts to tell me about it, but you couldn’t even tell your little darling about the risks you were taking even after she told you about her research paper? What a fool couple you guys are. My little brother legit fooled Y/n into believing that he is following her research paper, all this while having the plan of destroying himself in case her paper thesis did not work. Were you planning on keeping her in the dark, just like she kept you in the dark about her pregnancy?”

That was it. Jungkook’s restraint snapped. He balled his fists, his voice rising in anger as he yelled into the phone, “Don’t you dare bring up the pregnancy, Jimin! You’re the reason I didn’t know about it in the first place! You manipulated me into believing Y/n was there at the party for something else and not the child!”

Jimin fell silent for a moment, and Jungkook could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he finally responded. “We’ll deal with this later. Just make sure you’re ready for tomorrow. We have a good show planned at the Palace of Westminster.” With that, Jimin cut the call, leaving the room in heavy silence.

Y/n stared at the phone, her mind racing as she tried to piece together everything Jimin had said. Slowly, she turned to Jungkook, her eyes searching his face for answers. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook looked away, guilt gnawing at him as he struggled to find the right words. “Y/n, I…”

She cut him off, her voice trembling with hurt and anger. “So all this time… when we left Moscow, when we were on the cruise… you still planned on destroying yourself? The only thing that stopped you was finding out about Namjoon’s betrayal?”

Jungkook winced at the truth in her words, his heart aching at the pain he saw in her eyes. “Back then… I didn’t think I had anything to live for,” he admitted, his voice raw.

“I thought… I thought if I ended it all, I could save you, and you could live your life with your baby’s father. But then… I realized I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live… for you. With you.”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, her voice breaking as she spoke. “So what was all that about changing your attitude? Was it even real? Or was it just something you told yourself to justify your plans?”

Jungkook shook his head vehemently, his eyes locking onto hers with fierce intensity. “No, Y/n, it was real. You changed me. You made me see that there’s more to life than duty, than guilt. You made me want to live, to fight for us. I wanted to keep you and our baby safe… because that’s what feels right to me. I wasn’t ready to let go of you.”

Y/n let out a bitter laugh, tears spilling down her cheeks. “And now you’re asking me to believe that after everything, you’re suddenly ready to live? That you’re not just going to throw your life away again?”

Jungkook reached out to her, his hands trembling as he tried to take hers. She pulled away at first, but he persisted, finally getting a grip on her hand and pulling her closer. “Y/n, please,” he whispered, his voice desperate.

“I know I messed up. I know I’ve hurt you. But I swear… I’m not going to leave you. I don’t want to die. I want to be with you, to protect you and your baby. You’re my reason to live now.”

Y/n’s resolve crumbled at his words, her anger melting into sorrow as she buried her face in his chest, sobs wracking her body. Jungkook wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as she cried, his own tears slipping down his cheeks.

“I can’t lose you, Jungkook,” Y/n choked out, her voice muffled against his chest. “I won’t be able to handle it if you’re not in my life. Please… promise me you’ll never leave us. That no matter what happens, you’ll choose to save all three of us. Not just me and the baby.”

Jungkook nodded, pressing his lips to her hair as he whispered, “I promise, Y/n. I’ll always choose you. I’ll protect all three of us. I’m not going anywhere.”

He gently lifted her face, his fingers brushing away her tears. The sight of her tear-streaked face broke his heart, but there was something else in her eyes—a flicker of hope, of trust.

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

Y/n closed her eyes, the warmth of his kiss spreading through her like a soothing balm. When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at him, her lips trembling as if searching for the right words.

But there were no words that could capture what she felt in that moment, so she did the only thing she could think of. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, capturing him in a kiss that was both fierce and passionate, full of all the emotions she couldn’t put into words.

Jungkook responded immediately, his hands sliding down to her waist as he deepened the kiss, pouring every ounce of his love and devotion into it. He lifted her off the floor, his strong arms wrapping around her as he spun her around, eliciting a soft giggle from Y/n that vibrated against his lips.

They stumbled towards the bed, their lips never parting as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate. Jungkook’s hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire in her that she couldn’t contain.

He squeezed her butt, and Y/n moaned into the kiss, the sound sending a thrill through Jungkook as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss even further.

The kiss grew messier, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other. Saliva slicked their lips, strings of it connecting them as they finally broke apart for air, only to come together again in another heated kiss.

Jungkook’s hands worked to undo her shirt, the fabric slipping off her shoulders as he trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her jeans.

Y/n’s hands weren’t idle either, her fingers threading through his hair as she tugged him closer, her heart pounding in her chest as the heat between them intensified.

She arched her back as Jungkook’s hands finally freed her from the confines of her clothes, her body tingling with anticipation as he laid her gently on the bed.

Jungkook’s breath came out heavy as he trailed his lips down Y/n’s body, his hands moving over her curves, rough yet reverent.

He kissed her baby bump with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through her.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” he muttered against her skin, his voice low and full of want. “Carrying a baby… I can’t get enough of you.”

Jungkook smiled against her skin, his lips curving as he continued to pepper kisses all over her bump.

"Does it feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he began to gently discard his own clothes, the fabric falling away until he was just as bare as she was.

"Yes," Y/n moaned, her body arching towards him, seeking more of his touch. "God, it feels so good… Jungkook..... Please..", she gasped, her voice shaky with need.

He smiled darkly, his eyes locked on hers as he shed the last of his clothes, leaving him bare and ready.

“Please what, baby?” he teased, moving back up her body, his mouth finding her breast. He took her nipple between his teeth, sucking hard, and Y/n’s moan turned into a needy cry.

“Fuck… Please, don’t stop,” she begged, her hands finding their way down his body, desperate to feel him.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, and the moment she touched him, Jungkook let out a deep groan, his body shuddering at the sensation.

“Shit, that feels so good,” he growled, his hips thrusting into her hand, seeking more. “You like that? You like having me in your hand, don’t you?”

Y/n nodded frantically, her grip tightening as she stroked him, each movement drawing out more moans from him. “I love it,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need you, Jungkook. I need you inside me.”

"More," Y/n whimpered, her hand stroking his length in slow, deliberate movements that had Jungkook’s hips bucking against her touch. "Please, Jungkook, I need more."

Jungkook’s control was hanging by a thread as he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Jungkook smirked against her skin, his hips thrusting lightly into her hand as he teased her nipple with his teeth, eliciting another moan from Y/n that only fueled his desire further.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Y/n’s head fell back, her body shaking as she felt him fill her completely. “Oh god, Jungkook,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist. “You feel so good… so fucking good.”

Jungkook started moving, thrusting deep and slow, each stroke driving them both closer to the edge.

“You take me so well,” he groaned, his voice rough, as he watched her face contort with pleasure. “You’re made for me, baby. No one else can fuck you like this.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, her body arching into him as she felt the tension building inside her. “Yes… yes, Jungkook,” she moaned, her voice high and desperate.

"Oh god, Jungkook… Yes, just like that," she gasped, her breath hitching with every thrust. "You’re so deep… I can feel you everywhere."

“Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” Jungkook gritted out, his movements becoming more frantic, harder, faster. “I’m gonna make you come so hard. Gonna fill you up again… you like that?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes,” Y/n cried out, her body trembling as she felt herself hurtling toward release. “I’m so close… I’m gonna come, Jungkook. Please… please…”

“Do it,” he growled, his own control slipping as he pounded into her, the need to see her fall apart beneath him consuming him. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

The moment he said it, Y/n shattered around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as she clenched around him, pulling him over the edge with her.

Jungkook thrust deep one last time, groaning as he emptied himself inside her, his entire body trembling with the intensity of it.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he gasped, collapsing on top of her, his breath ragged as he tried to come down from the high.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing heavy and uneven.

Then, slowly, Jungkook pulled out, rolling to the side and pulling Y/n into his arms. He held her close, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks.

Y/n snuggled into his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin as she let out a contented sigh. "That was… amazing," she murmured, her voice still breathless from their exertions.

Jungkook chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he tightened his hold on her. "You’re amazing," he corrected, his voice full of love and adoration. "And I’m the luckiest man alive to have you."

Y/n smiled at his words, her heart swelling with emotion as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I love you," she whispered, her voice full of sincerity. "More than anything."

"I love you too," Jungkook replied, his voice equally soft as he leaned down to capture her lips in a tender kiss, sealing his promise with the touch of his lips against hers.........A/n : Where are you going? Wait wait wait.

Don't you want to see this smut from Jungkook point of view? 😏😝

Okay. The chapter's main content ends here. However, for my dearest readers who breath smut (and not oxygen), here is the smut scene from Jungkook's POV.

Those who don't want to read it, can leave!

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[Jungkook's POV]

I can’t get enough of her, and it’s driving me insane. The way her body curves under my touch, the way she moans my name when I kiss her belly—our baby. It sends a surge of possessiveness through me, something primal that I can’t shake off.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” I murmur against her skin, my voice coming out rough, barely holding back the need to just take her, claim her all over again.

She arches her back, and that desperate sound she makes has me hard as a rock.

I need her.

Now.

Every part of me wants to own every inch of her, make sure she knows she’s mine and only mine. I shed my clothes, feeling the cool air hit my skin, but all I can think about is how much I want to feel her against me, under me.

“Please what, baby?” I tease, knowing full well what she wants, but needing to hear her say it, needing her to beg for it. My mouth finds her breast, and I bite down gently, sucking hard until she’s crying out, her nails digging into my back.

“Fuck… Please, don’t stop,” she pleads, and it’s music to my ears. I can feel her hand moving down, and when her fingers wrap around my cock, I almost lose it right then and there. “Shit, that feels so good,”

I groan, my hips moving on their own, thrusting into her hand. The feel of her soft, warm fingers stroking me drives me wild. “You like that? You like having me in your hand, don’t you?”

Her grip tightens, and I can see the need in her eyes, the same hunger that’s burning me up inside. “I love it,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I need you, Jungkook. I need you inside me.”

That’s all I need to hear. I position myself between her legs, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance, and push in slowly, savoring every inch as she takes me in.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I mutter, feeling her walls clench around me, tight and hot, driving me mad.

She’s shaking beneath me, her body perfectly molded to mine. “Oh god, Jungkook,” she gasps, and I can feel her nails dig deeper into my shoulders as she clings to me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and it’s everything I need.

I start moving, thrusting deep and slow, each stroke making me feel like I’m losing my mind. “You take me so well,” I groan, my voice rough, barely holding back. “You’re made for me, baby. No one else can fuck you like this.”

I can see her teetering on the edge, and it just fuels me more. “Yes… yes, Jungkook,” she moans, her voice high and desperate. “Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” I grit out, increasing my pace, driving into her harder, faster. “I’m gonna make you come so hard. Gonna fill you up again… you like that?”

Her cries reach a peak as she nods frantically. “Yes! Oh god, yes,” she gasps, her body trembling beneath me. “I’m so close… I’m gonna come, Jungkook. Please… please…”

“Do it,” I growl, my body on fire, desperate to push her over the edge. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

And she does. I feel her tighten around me, hear her scream my name, and it’s enough to send me spiraling. I thrust deep one last time, groaning as I empty myself inside her, every muscle in my body tightening with the intensity of it.......A/n : Finally, the end of the chapter! I couldn't choose between which version of smut I should keep, hence I added both of them here.