Jungkook was that one guy friend you’d ever had that didn’t have ulterior motives with you. He treated you like a normal friend and didn’t think anything of it.

He had “adopted you under his care” during college and as you got close he treated you more like an older brother. As if you were a fragile naive baby that he needed to protect.

Well as the years rolled by you both ended up getting corporate jobs they paid well but the married couples would make six figures for marital benefits.

You always felt bitter about it considering you were single and was nowhere near close to married.

After you and Jungkook went out to eat a drunken conversation led to the idea of you both getting married in a sort of lavender marriage.

You fully expected your wedding night to be nothing but awkward glances until you fell asleep but boy were you mistaken.

In short words the bed frame was in shambles and he laid next to your shocked self calm and nonchalant smoking a cigarette in bliss.

“We wont touch again besides that. I just always wanted a wedding night i hope you didn’t mind.” He mumbled around the cigarette between his lips.