One week later ~
The soft golden sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting warm streaks across the bedroom.
Y/N was nestled in the bed, her hair scattered on the pillow, breathing steady in peaceful slumber.
Jungkook stood at the doorframe, his black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes softened as he watched her, a tender smile spreading across his face.
After a week of being away on his mission, this moment felt surreal. She was his home, his calm after the storm.
Pulling out his phone, he quickly dialed her number, leaning casually against the doorframe as he waited.
A soft buzz broke the silence, and Y/N stirred slightly, groaning as she blindly reached for her phone on the nightstand.
“Hello…” Her voice was groggy, still laced with sleep.
Jungkook bit back a chuckle. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Her brows furrowed, and her eyes remained closed as she muttered, “morning, Jungkook..? Why are you calling so early? Aren’t you still away?”
“I missed you. Just wanted to hear your voice,” he replied, his tone teasing yet gentle.
Y/N sighed, her lips curling into a sleepy smile. “You’re so clingy, you know that?”
“Only for you,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft whisper.
Still unaware of his presence, she rolled onto her side, holding the phone closer. “Hmm, when are you coming home? It’s too quiet here without you.”
Jungkook smirked, pushing off the doorframe and walking closer to the bed. “What if I told you I was already home?”
Y/N frowned, her eyes still closed. “Don’t joke about that. You’re not supposed to be back until—”
Her words froze as she felt a hand gently brush a strand of hair from her face.
Her eyes fluttered open, and her breath hitched when she saw him standing by the bed, phone in one hand, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Surprise,” he whispered.
Y/N sat up, her heart pounding. “Jungkook…”
Before she could say more, he leaned down, cupping her face in his hands. “I missed you,” he murmured,
Without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. The world seemed to stop, every thought and worry disappearing in that instant.
Her hands found their way to his chest, the warmth of his body drawing her in as she deepened the kiss, her heart pounding louder than ever.
Jungkook’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss was slow, tender, but there was an undeniable urgency behind it—a yearning that neither of them could resist.
When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, “You’re really here.”
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere, at least not for a while.”
She laughed softly, her emotions bubbling over. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And you’re perfect,” he replied, kissing her forehead.
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Mr. Jeon's Baby Girl ( Jeon Jungkook FF 🔞)
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