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cruel secrets - J.JK - epilogue (M)

pairings : J.JK x fem! reader

sypnosis :“Marrying one of the twins, especially if they’re identical, can be fun. but what if one starts pretending to be the other? especially murder involved, but what you don’t know won’t hurt you.. right?”

contents/warnings : murder, identity fraud/theft?, doctor! jk, twin! jk, fraud, divorce, escaping/moving away, labor, pregancy sex, unprotected sex, public sex (plane), oral..? (Male)

genre : idk really know if it’s yandere or not but this is more of like possessive, crazy, murder blah blah. smut and slight fluff… if you squint

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You sat on the couch, cradled in Jungkook’s embrace, his arms wrapped securely around you from behind. His hand caressed the swell of your belly, tracing soft circles over the fabric of your nightgown.

The television played in the background, but you weren’t watching.

“You can’t live like this forever, Jungkook,” you murmured.

He tilted his head slightly, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Like what?”

You swallowed hard, fingers curling against your bump. “Pretending to be Jun-ho.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, he smiled. That smile. The one that sent shivers down your spine. the one that belonged to a man who had already taken everything.

“Do you not want me to?” he chuckled.

Your throat tightened. You reached for the remote, turning off the TV before shifting to face him fully.

“Jungkook, I’m married to a dead man.”

His eyes darkened, his smirk unwavering. “You’re married to me—”

“No. I’m married to Jun-ho, not Jungkook.”

A low scoff left his lips, amusement flickering in his gaze.

“And what exactly do you plan to do about that, sweetpie?”

Your hands clenched into fists. “The police- if they find out-”

Jungkook only hummed, his fingers spreading protectively over your belly.

“What makes you think I don’t have connections… everywhere?” His voice was soft, almost tender, but it sent a chill down your spine.

You froze.

“You think I would’ve killed Jun-ho if I didn’t have any?”

Your entire body went rigid.

“You what-” You tried to move away, but his arms tightened around you.

A low chuckle vibrated against your skin.

“Think you know everything, baby?” His lips brushed against your ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You know nothing.”

Your breath hitched, your pulse pounding in your ears as he pulled away, his devilish grin still intact.

Then, just like that- his entire demeanor shifted.

“Are you hungry, hm? Don’t you want to feed our baby?” His voice was light, warm, almost loving.

As if he hadn’t just admitted to murder.

As if he hadn’t just confirmed your nightmare.

Soft lips pressed against yours, waking you from sleep.

“Hmm… five more minutes-” you mumbled, still groggy.

Jungkook chuckled against your lips before kissing you again, deeper this time. “I know, baby, but we have to go… today’s our flight, sweetpie.”

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light. Around the room, suitcases were neatly packed, zippers pulled shut, everything already prepared.

It was time.

You had both been planning to leave the country. escaping to the States, disappearing into a new life together.

Just after you filed for divorce.

From a dead man.

It had been easier than expected. A few forged documents, a copied signature. fraud? sure, but Jungkook had already done worse.

So had you.

You were the one who suggested leaving.

“Let’s start over somewhere new,” you had whispered to him weeks ago, fingers tracing over his bare chest, your body still tingling from the night before.

Jungkook had smiled at you then. That knowing, wicked smile.

Because he knew.

He knew you were just as bad as him.

But you didn’t.

You still thought you were different.

“I already packed for you, baby,” Jungkook murmured now, his arms wrapping around your swollen belly. “Just get ready, and we’ll head to the jet.”

You blinked. “Really? A private plane?”

He smirked. “I’ll never make you settle for less.”

His lips trailed down to your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.

And you melted into his embrace. falling deeper, deeper into the life you swore you never wanted.

At the plane

“Look- what a pretty view, baby,” he murmured, his deep voice warm with something dangerous, something possessive. His tattooed fingers ghosted over your belly, tracing absentminded circles over the soft curve. There was something reverent in the way he touched you, something obsessive in the way he looked at you.

Like you weren’t just his lover.

Like you were his everything.

Your heart clenched at the sight. He looked at peace, his dark lashes low, his lips slightly parted. As if no blood stained his hands, as if the world outside this plane didn’t exist. Just you, him, and the life growing inside you.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Do you know how hot you look right now?” you whispered, voice playful.

Jungkook turned to you with a slow, lazy smirk, licking his lips as he tilted his head. “Yeah? Do I?”

You didn’t respond. not with words, at least. Instead, your hand trailed down, teasing, deliberate, pressing against the growing heat between his legs. Even through his jeans, you could feel the hardness, the way he throbbed at just your touch.

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing before he nodded.

That was all you needed.

With slow, teasing movements, you unzipped his jeans, your fingers grazing against hot, hard flesh before pulling him free.

Fuck.

He was thick, veiny, flushed an aching pink at the tip, and already leaking. You let out a pleased hum, running your fingers along his length, giving him a few slow pumps before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

Jungkook groaned into your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair as his hips bucked ever so slightly into your touch. “Such a good girl, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with approval.

You lived for that. For the way he praised you, for the way he watched you—like you were his.

And you were.

Completely.

His fingers tangled deeper into your hair, guiding you lower, his grip firm yet indulgent, controlling yet gentle. “Look at you,” he groaned as you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip. “So fucking pretty like this.”

You flicked your tongue against him, watching the way his jaw clenched, the way his stomach tensed.

And then?

His control snapped.

Jungkook suddenly pulled you up, crashing his lips against yours, swallowing your breathy moans as he yanked you onto his lap. You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders as he smirked against your lips.

“You think I’d let you tease me without consequences?” he murmured, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you flush against his cock.

You smirked, rolling your hips against him, teasing. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

His dark eyes flickered with something dangerous. Something possessive.

“Let me show you.”

And then he was lifting you, pushing your panties aside, and sinking deep inside you in one slow, devastating thrust.

Your head tilted back, a moan spilling from your lips as he filled you completely, stretching you in ways that had your toes curling.

Jungkook groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his grip firm on your waist. “Fuck. You feel that, baby?” His hand dropped to your belly, pressing down just slightly—just enough for you to feel him there.

You whimpered, your walls clenching around him. “Jungkook—”

“Shh, baby,” he cooed, rolling his hips just right. “You don’t wanna be too loud, do you?”

Your breath hitched, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Because fuck, he was right. The crew was just beyond that sleek divider, pretending not to hear, pretending not to know what was happening in their boss’s cabin.

But they knew.

And Jungkook? That just made him want to ruin you even more.

“Bet they’re all jealous,” he murmured against your lips, his thrusts slow, deep, deliberate. “Watching me take care of my girl, my baby. Knowing you belong to me.”

The way he said it, the way his hands roamed over your body, his touch reverent and possessive—it sent heat pooling in your belly, pleasure coiling so tight it was almost unbearable.

“Jungkook,” you gasped, your body trembling. “Please—”

His hand found your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “Please what, baby?”

You bit your lip, trying to keep the sounds in, but then he thrust, hitting that spot, and a desperate moan tore from your throat.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That’s my good girl.”

And then?

Then he snapped.

His hands gripped your waist, his thrusts turning rough, hungry, possessive. The jet rocked slightly with the turbulence, the motion pushing him deeper, making everything feel even filthier. The cabin filled with the sound of skin against skin, of breathy moans, of Jungkook’s low, desperate groans.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, his fingers pressing just a little firmer against your belly. “Taking me so fucking well.”

You barely had time to process it before your orgasm slammed into you, white-hot pleasure ripping through your body as you clenched around him.

Jungkook cursed, barely managing two more thrusts before he buried himself deep, a low, broken groan escaping his lips as he filled you completely.

For a moment, you just breathed, tangled together, his forehead pressed against yours, his hands still resting on your belly like a silent promise.

And then?

Jungkook leaned in, his voice a low, satisfied murmur against your ear.

“Round two in the new house?”

Like you’d ever say no.

–

The flight had been long, but neither of you felt the exhaustion.

You stepped off the private jet, Jungkook’s hand firmly wrapped around yours as you walked into your new home.

A black car was already waiting, sleek and expensive, the driver standing at attention. Jungkook led you inside, settling you into the plush leather seat before sliding in next to you.

“Welcome home, sweetpie,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as the car pulled away.

You looked out the window at the unfamiliar city lights, feeling an odd mixture of excitement and unease. It was supposed to be a fresh start. A clean slate.

But how could you start over when your entire life was built on a grave?

Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, as if sensing your thoughts. “Don’t think too much, baby,” he cooed. “Everything’s perfect now.”

Perfect.

You swallowed hard.

The car ride was smooth, almost too smooth, like the world had bent itself to Jungkook’s will. He had planned everything. the house, the new identities, the fake pasts. No one here knew Jeon Jun-ho. No one knew the man who had died in his place.

No one knew the monster sitting beside you,

And no one knew the monster within you.

You should have expected it.Jungkook had never been one to settle for anything less than perfection.

The mansion was hidden away in an exclusive, gated community, the kind of place where people never asked questions. Where neighbors kept to themselves.

Where secrets could stay buried forever.

Jungkook carried you over the threshold despite your protests, his laughter filling the grand entrance as he spun you around.

“Gotta make it official, right?” he grinned, setting you down gently.

The house was massive. high ceilings, marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a vast garden.

“It’s beautiful,” you admitted, running your fingers along the elegant furniture.

“Only the best for my wife,” Jungkook murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder.

His wife.

You should have corrected him.

Legally, you were married to a dead man.

But you stayed quiet.

Because deep down, you liked it.

You liked that he had done everything for you. That he had killed for you.

That he had stolen an entire life just to keep you by his side.

Maybe you were  just as bad as him.

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Everything was perfect.

Dinner was prepared by a private chef, the finest wine was poured into your glass, and Jungkook looked at you like you were his entire world.

But something felt off.

Not with him. Not with the house.

With you.

Your body ached with restlessness, your mind racing with thoughts you couldn’t quite place.

Late that night, when Jungkook had fallen asleep beside you, his arm draped protectively over your waist, you slipped out of bed.

The house was eerily silent, save for the soft hum of the security system. You wandered through the dimly lit hallways, your bare feet against the cold marble floors.

And then you saw it.

A door. slightly ajar.

Your stomach twisted. You knew Jungkook. He had planned every inch of this house. Every door had a purpose.

And yet, something told you that this one…

Wasn’t meant to be opened.

Your fingers trembled as you reached for the handle, pushing it open just enough to peek inside.

Your heart stopped.

Your smile dropped.

The room was lined with photographs.

Of you.

Of you sleeping. Laughing. Crying.

Some from years ago. Some from just last week.

Journals were stacked neatly on the desk, each labeled with dates.

And in the center of it all,

A glass case.

Your breath hitched as you stepped closer your hand on your womb, your pulse thundering in your ears.

Inside the case, neatly folded and carefully preserved

Was the blood-stained shirt Jungkook had worn the night he killed Jun-ho.

You stumbled back, your mind reeling.

And that’s when you felt it.

A presence behind you.

“Did you find your surprise, baby?”

Jungkook’s voice was soft, almost sweet.

But when you turned to face him—

His smile told you everything.

You were never leaving this life.

And the scariest part?

You didn’t want to.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame like he had all the time in the world. He was watching you carefully, head slightly tilted, eyes dark with amusement.

Waiting for you to react.

Waiting for you to scream. To run. To cry.

But you just… didn’t.

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Your mind told you that you should be terrified. That you should shove past him and run, escape before it was too late.

But your body?

Your body stayed perfectly still.

You were speechless.

Not because you were afraid.

But because you weren’t.

You weren’t scared.

And that confused you more than anything.

You should be horrified. You should be sick to your stomach. You should hate him.

But instead, all you could do was stare at him, wide-eyed, lips parted as if searching for words that refused to come.

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, stepping into the room, closing the door behind him.

“You’re not screaming,” he mused, taking slow, measured steps toward you. “You’re not even crying.”

You blinked, trying to find your voice.

“I…”

That was all you could manage.

Jungkook reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His touch was gentle, affectionate. Like he hadn’t just caught you standing in the middle of his shrine.

“What’s wrong, sweetpie?” he cooed, his thumb grazing your lips. “Shocked?”

Your throat was dry, your heart pounding—not in fear, but in something else.

“I should be scared,” you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

Jungkook’s smirk deepened.

“Should you?”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

Because the truth was…

You weren’t.

You weren’t scared. You weren’t even angry.

You were speechless.

Not because of what he had done.

But because of yourself.

Because deep down, you knew—

If the roles had been reversed, if you had been in his place, if you had been the one given the chance…

Wouldn’t you have done the same?

Wouldn’t you have killed for him?

Your lips trembled as you let out a shaky exhale.

“What is this, Jungkook?” you whispered, voice hoarse.

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you.

“This,” he murmured against your skin, “is love.”

And the most fucked up part?

You believed him.

You didn’t want to, but you did.

—

“Shh, baby, I’m right here,” Jungkook murmured, his voice calm, reassuring, but his grip on your hand was tighter than it should be.

He wasn’t just your husband right now.

He was your also doctor.

The private room suite was silent except for the steady beeping of machines and the soft murmurs of the handpicked medical team Jungkook had assembled. No strangers. No risks. No mistakes.

You were completely under his care.

And somehow, that made you feel safer than anything else in the world.

“How much longer?” you gasped, fingers gripping the sheets.

Jungkook glanced at the monitors, his dark eyes scanning the IV fluid levels, the baby’s heart rate, your vitals. everything.

“Not long, sweetpie,” he assured, brushing sweat-dampened hair from your forehead. “You’re strong. You can do this.”

The head doctor someone Jungkook trusted with his life. adjusted the stirrups, signaling that it was almost time.

“You’re fully dilated, Mrs. Jeon. On your next contraction, I need you to push.”

You barely heard him.

All you could focus on was Jungkook.

His hand never left yours, his lips brushing against your knuckles, his touch steady as he monitored everything himself.

“Keep an eye on her pressure,” Jungkook ordered, voice sharp as he glanced at one of the nurses. “If anything drops, I want to know immediately.”

“Yes, Dr. Jeon.”

You let out a strained laugh between deep breaths. “Bossing everyone around, Kook?”

His smirk was instant, but his eyes remained sharp. Focused. “You know I don’t trust anyone else with you.”

Another contraction hit. Your back arched, and a scream tore from your throat.

“That’s it, baby,” Jungkook cooed, rubbing soothing circles against your thigh. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

The room blurred. pain, voices, Jungkook’s touch.

“One more push, Y/N…”

A final cry. yours and the baby’s, echoed through the suite.

And then silence.

A sharp, gut-wrenching pause as you tried to catch your breath.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor announced, his voice filled with relief.

Your vision was hazy, body exhausted, but your eyes immediately sought Jungkook’s.

His lips parted, breath hitching as he stared at the small, crying life in the doctor’s arms.

A daughter.

His daughter.

His grip on your hand tightened just slightly, but his face was pure, unfiltered emotion.

“You did it, baby,,” he whispered, voice thick.

You let out a shaky laugh, tears spilling from your eyes. “We did it.”

The nurse gently placed the newborn in Jungkook’s waiting arms, and for the first time since you had met him. since everything 

You saw fear in his eyes.

Not fear of losing control. Not fear of being caught.

Fear of loving something too much.

Fear of losing it.

Your daughter whimpered softly, squirming against his chest, and Jungkook let out a shaky breath.

“She’s so small,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “So perfect.”

You reached out weakly, and he immediately leaned closer, placing the tiny bundle in your arms.

Your heart clenched.

She was beautiful.

Tiny fingers curled around your thumb, and in that moment, nothing else existed.

Not the blood Jungkook had spilled.

Just the three of you.

A family.

“Our little princess,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple, his voice filled with awe. “She’s ours, Y/N. Forever.”

And as you stared down at your daughter, feeling Jungkook’s presence beside you. watching over you.

You realized something.

You had never felt safer in your life.

Because no matter what happened

No one would ever touch what belonged to Dr. Jeon Jungkook.

Not while he was still breathing.

And god help anyone who tried.

“bts used hybe payola” “bts paid the way” girl with what?? they literally had to share a one bedroom apartment, one had to take his moms cooking stuff to the dorm, drive jk to school, they had to go walk around and tell ppl to come to their concert, practice in a small ahh dance practice room, had to wipe the mirror with news paper due to fogs, make music in a garage. big hit was also on the verge of bankrupt so how did they exactly… pay the way?

those ppl saying “hybe helped them become popular” are clearly new to kpop cuz hybe hasn’t even existed till 2021. bts was already becoming famous ever since dna era 2017 so how can they use hybe payola shit when hybe didn’t even exist.

and most of the antis talking about this are mys, bunnies, and blinks omg.

no 67 daesangs no opinion.

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i think we all gotta agree that in bp rose nd jennie are the only ones that can make good music or listenable music. like i never rlly liked bp that much since before besides rosie’s nd jennie’s music nd their old old songs cuz those were actually good. starting 2020 blackpink songs like pink venom, etc started to become bad nd like… you’d have to put me on gunpoint to actually listen to those.

lisa is good with dancing but i don’t think singing or rapping is for her, jennie should stick to what she’s doing now esp her music now cuz it’s much more better, rosie is deifinitely such a good singer nd a dancer i love her, and jisoo… i love herr but she’s better in acting. i mean in old songs she was good but her album is… ehh not really for me.

since the girls release their first ever solos i think the only good ones were jennie’s nd rosie’s. like my on repeat is only ruby and rosie, that;s it.

i think the only song that i actually uhh went back for a second listen in lisa’s album is chill and that’s it.

regardless of collaboration or not the two girls are really great at singing and they should keep that lol. im tired of forcing myself to listen to others forcing their hate on songs just bc they hate them like okay then??

also i saw the vids and honestly im not suprised with jennie and lisa but with rosie??? I WAS SHOCKED. JAW DROPPED.

for sure there won’t be any apology vid or statement from lisa or jennie but im expecting rosie to have one.

the thing about kpop is if you can’t sing they’re gonna put you in a rapping position lmao. that’s what ive noticed in most kpop groups.

IM SO GONNA USE THIS SCENE ONCE I START WRITING AGAIN