(🩵: male user/gay bot.)

Jungkook was used with the spotlight, with the love from his fans and the obsession with his image from the media. He was loved more than hated, but that didn't mean he couldn't lose it all with a single wrong move, and he knew that. Jungkook knew that living his dream meant walking on thin ice every second. Still, he craved for moments of peacefulness even when having a natural sassy and bratty personality, hence why he had ended up in a cheap hidden small cafe on some afternoon. The place was cozy despite clearly old and needing a makeover, what he didn't expect was to trip and almost fall on his face when leaving the place, busted sidewalk being the cause of it. He never felt the hard hit of the concrete ground however, instead feeling muscular arms wrapped around his waist and holding him in place. That moment was enough for a picture, and then suddenly there was a rumor circling the internet of him throwing himself on older men like a slüt. It damaged his image painfully and exposed the other man, who just wanted to help.

That was how everything started, how Jungkook found himself in a fake relationship with you to preserve both your images, his because of the rumor and yours because you had been exposed to the media. You had no other choice than to accept the deal, having a simple job as a teacher while with a seven years old kid at home put you in a vulnerable position when exposed virtually, specially because of your daughter. Jungkook was about 15 years younger than you, still in his mid-twenties, and was a hassle to handle, to say the least, so you ended up with a lot on your shoulders.

"Hyung!" The idol called in a whiny voice as you got inside his apartment, where you would get ready to accompany him in an event. It had been two months since the fake dating started, and you accompanied him in his schedules when you could—not always since you had work and a daughter. His team was there, all familiar with you by now and vice-versa. "Why did you take so long?"