6:02am

6:02am

Where husband Jungkook wakes you up in the morning with your daughter.

No warnings, just fluff

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You sleep had started to stir something like five minutes ago when you felt small movements underneath you, but it wasn’t until Jungkook returned back to bed, paired with the weight of your daughter in his arms that the bed dipped too far for your sleep deprived eyes to remain shut.

And even before you have time to open your eyes at your own accord and take in your surrounds, a weight presses over you, limbs digging into your flesh and small hands pulling at the hair that messily weaves its way down your shoulders.

You can’t tell if you groan inwardly or if you actually made a sound, but your husband seems to notice your discomfort immediately.

“Bubs, careful with mummy please.” 

You open your eyes finally when another knee digs in, this time hard, to your abdomen, and you groan out your daughter's name in a half sleeping mumble.

“In fact come here you.” 

Finally, two hands snake around her waist and pry her wriggling form off of you, his fingers lacing under her arms, appearing so large compared to her small frame. Her messy black hair flips about as she continues to move under his grip.

“You’re being a rascal this morning aren’t you, Min.”

You stretch out, humming in agreement with the man next to you as your limbs finally begin to wave up.

Turning onto your side and slightly curling up towards Jungkook’s warmth, you see him sitting you daughter on top of his lap, both perched above the covers, and he is running his long fingers through her tousled hair as she repeatedly yawns.

He is sat up against the headboard, his own hair falling down over his face and into his eyes a little and his upper body completely exposed out of the covers, abs and all, glistening a golden colour when the light from the blinds that he must have opened intensifies.

As he continues to play with your daughter who babbles some statements about wanting milk and her blankey, her father nodding with a smile to try and calm her down, you reach your hand up and weave it through his fringe, pushing the soft locks back so his eyes are exposed in their full glory.

“Minnie, baby, calm down, it’s early and mummy’s still sleepy,” he says to the wriggling bundle on his lap, but he averts his attention from her, gently grabbing your wrist that threads through his hair and pulls it so he kisses the skin of your knuckles.

“Hey,” is all he says as his eyes meet with you, far more tired ones. 

“Kook, what time is it?” You question hazily, moving your hand away but using it to pull your body close to him so you can nuzzle into his side.

“Mumma,” and once again there are limbs pressing into you all too sharply, so you intervene this time.

“Come here then,” you say rolling back onto your tummy allowing her to climb over into you outstretched arms. “Where’s blankey bubs, did you bring him in?” You sit up slightly to try and look for the one thing that will calm her from any situation in an attempt to speak to your husband with little distraction for a few minutes. 

“6,” is all Jungkook says as he simultaneously slings the ragged material known as ‘blankey’ over to your two bodies that have now intertwined into one - her arms grasping at the hair around the back of your neck, head in the crook on your shoulder and legs shifting about over your stomach.

It only registers how early it is, when you finally look back over to your husband's form, body twisted now to watch you and his hand stretched out to continue to massage the now sleepy girl's hair as her movement subsides on top of you.

You groan at him when you think how much more sleep you could have had.

“Kook, just let her sleep in,” early mornings like this becoming way too much of a regular now that she was about to turn 3. We’d manage to get through the two’s without as much trouble as everyone made out, but you’re starting to fear it was a delayed reaction.

“Yeh, that’d be great if she was actually asleep. She woke me up at like half five and I could just hear her stirring.” Your eyes fix together now and you can see the sleep in his that must mirror yours. 

“You give in too easily,” you huff out with a slight pout and turn away to nuzzle the bundle on you. Jungkook from the very get go was the dad that wanted to give Mincha the whole world and nothing less, would do anything to make her smile or to make her happy. The first time she cried in his arms, he cried as well, saying ‘she’s breaking my heart’. He was always so soft for her, as soon as he saw her, and whilst you also definitely weren’t the type for strict discipline, he really did give in way too easily.

“She out again?” He ignores your comment because of course, he knew he was too soft for her, but his question brings you to realise that your daughter had drifted back into sleep - her breath was heavier against your neck and her limbs had seized all movement. She might wake up easily, but she slept even easier.

“Yeh,” you return, now rubbing small circles into her clothed back that you had shifted under the covers when she had climbed onto you.

“Thank god,” and you turn to now see your husband’s figure climb underneath the sprawled out sheets, and shuffle himself so he is pressed with his lips on your arm and his legs interwoven with yours, eyes closed.

“Jungkook, what the hell.” And all he does is grumble into your skins, hair tickling your shoulder as he tries to get impossibly closer to the heat of your body.

“You can’t wake me up, throw her at me and then go back to sleep, you dick,”

“Oi” he says as he jolts up to shoot you a scowl at the choice of your name for him around your daughter.

“Well sometimes I think I’m taking care of two toddlers, not one,” you say in an exasperated tone, trying to close your eyes to seek some kind of relaxed resolve.

And as your body begins to sink further into the mattress as you calm, Jungkook presses a light kiss into the skin of your arm where his face is pressed, snaking his arms further around you waist under you daughter and pulling you both close to him.

“Love you too, baby.” 

24 : Prologue

Summary: You always assumed things were inevitable - both the bad and the good. But the inevitable sometimes never comes. You assumed you would recover once your mother had died and you had found a job, but it didn’t. You assumed at some point you would stop turning to alcohol to forget the pain, but you didn’t. You thought that death would have come sooner. It didn’t. At least not for you. You see the inevitable is supposed to be expected. So what happens when the inevitable of dying takes your twin instead of you. And what happens when your twins best friend is the inevitable thing to fill the void of your other half.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader (as brother), Taehyung x OC (Jisoo), OC (unnamed) x Reader

Status: Prologue and Chapter 1, ther chapters being written

Genre: Hurt & Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Alcoholism, Character Death, Descriptions of vomiting, Smut, Grieving, Minor Violence, more detailed warnings in individual chapters

Chapters: 24 - Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (coming soon)

A/N: Pls read the prologue, it’s important to the story and just gives you a background so you don’t go into chapter 1 blind. Also sorry for the character death.

People always say it’s the little things in life that make you who you are. Piece by piece you become your own being, your own individual self. A person built off of small moments that liken your growth to an old tree - if you cut through the middle of that person you’d be able to see the rings and layers of the past that have formed their trunk. 

If you cut through the middle of you, you wouldn’t like what you saw. If someone examined the rings of your past there would be little more than rotting shards of bark, barely holding together. Ready to crumble to the ground.

Your past was just that. Completely rotten. Plagued by disease after disease.

Born into a sorry and sad excuse for a family, where your fragile mother cared more for the contents of a syringe than what she was putting on your plate, there was never really luck on your side. She was the only one there as well. There was no help, no figure shining in armour to sweep you up from the cold concrete floors of your so called home. The ‘boyfriends’ were bad to. The men who your mum claimed would bring her her happy pills were the same men that would knock her out clean with an overdose of morphine and then take everything of no worth from your home, your innocence gone with them as well. Slowly but surely, the 10 year old girl who slept under a bed rather than on one lost every ounce of innocence that she may have been born with. You barely knew how to count to twenty was how bad your exposure to the normal life of a 10 year old was.

But like every shitty, backwards and twisted fairy tail goes, there’s a silver lining.

Yours was your identical bundle of sorrow that you had come out of the womb with.

Taehyung was the only glue that held the shards of your persons together, the only thing that stopped everything from all out collapse. Because as it goes with identical twins, if one loses their footing, so does the other.

You weren’t bound and shrouded in the glorious memories of your shared past. Rather you were lifelines for one another. You had grown from fetus to adult together with more hardships that most experience even upon death. You’d found the bond not in your matching outfits, but in understanding how to repair the other - sometimes physically. It wasn’t just a few occasions that you would sort through the various cuts and bruises on his body, finding some way to stop the scarring in the hope that maybe we wouldn’t be plagued by this past forever.

But here you are, succumbing to the same fate as your mother. The scars fully ingrained and interwoven, both emotionally and physically in your persons.

When your mother died, the ‘happy pills’ that would knock her out finally knocked all breath out of her entirely. In it, however, Tae had found some resolve. At 12 you were shipped off, as new orphans, from home to home. Never with parents. Just with each other and the occasional figure who tried to pull the pieces back together. And whilst you felt unsalvageable, your twin glued his wreckage back together - be it, little by little.

By 15 he was smart. Like really, incredibly, Stephen Hawking kind of smart, so much so that he was enrolled in several work placement programmes that laundered him for his brain like the corporate, soul sucking machines they were. By 18, he was living without me and with another person who seemed like a part of him, Jungkook. Kook was arguably the string that pulled him back from the depths of wherever we were. The lifeline. Somehow, because you and Tae came as a package deal, you were partially pulled out of the darkness too. Jungkook was that small boat in the big fucking ocean, and once you were on it there was no getting off. Him and Tae lived, worked and breathed together for the next 6 years. They evolved into men together which was the part you hated. Jungkook had made Tae a person again. They went out - like out out - partying like college boys, they drank for the fun of it, shit, they probably even shagged the same people.

By 18, you weren’t drinking for fun, however. You were drinking for the numbness, the blur and the wash it brought to your senses. Whilst Tae grew, you rotted. But he was always a constant, and Jungkook as well. They tried to have you live with them for a while, tried to find you a job, settle you into a routine and bring you into the world of the living. But you were long gone. You were already dead. 18 was when you sunk far lower than was recoverable because you now had no watchful eye helping the vulnerable, now adult, that you were. The authorities had helped you find a small apartment, one with a shower that only ran cold water, with a front door that didn’t lock and with walls so were so wafer thin you could practically hear the neighbours injecting heroin at 3 in the morning. You hadn’t sunk that low though, almost to your mothers depths but not quite. Tae and Kook kept that at bay.

By 21, Taehyung was dating. This was the part you hated the most, the dating. Jisoo made him so undeniably happy that you hated how much you hated them. They would invite you for dinners, call you occasionally and have you for birthdays and christmas’ - they would invite Jungkook too. Even though your lives couldn’t have been less parallel, he never broke off the string that attached you. Him and Jisoo lived together, they read cookbooks together, were teeth rotting in love with each other, and built a life together.

By 24, Taehyung was dead.

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24: Masterlist

Summary: You always assumed things were inevitable - both the bad and the good. But the inevitable sometimes never comes. You assumed you would recover once your mother had died and you had found a job, but it didn’t. You assumed at some point you would stop turning to alcohol to forget the pain, but you didn’t. You thought that death would have come sooner. It didn’t. At least not for you. You see the inevitable is supposed to be expected. So what happens when the inevitable of dying takes your twin instead of you. And what happens when your twins best friend is the inevitable thing to fill the void of your other half. 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader (as brother), Taehyung x OC (Jisoo), OC (unnamed) x Reader

Status: Prologue and Chapter 1, ther chapters being written

Genre: Hurt & Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Alcoholism, Character Death, Descriptions of vomiting, Smut, Grieving, Minor Violence, more detailed warnings in individual chapters

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (coming soon)

A/N: This is pretty rough in parts and it’s a slow burner but Jungkook is a sweetheart in pain. It makes more sense and is more effective if you read all chapters including the prologue but yeh. Feel free on suggestions. Enjoy x

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