The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their new mansion, casting golden rays across the sprawling bedroom. The silk sheets were tangled around Jungkook and Y/N, their bodies still entwined from the night before, a quiet intimacy lingering in the air. Y/N stirred first, a soft groan escaping her lips as she shifted, her body aching with a pleasant but undeniable soreness from their passionate night. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting the soft glow of the room, and she found Jungkook already awake, his dark eyes fixed on her with a mix of adoration and a flicker of guilt.

“Morning, angel,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, still thick with sleep. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. “How’re you feeling?”

Y/N stretched slightly, wincing as the movement sent a dull ache through her muscles. She gave him a sleepy smile, her eyes sparkling despite the discomfort. “A little sore,” she admitted, her voice soft but teasing. “Someone got a bit carried away last night.”

Jungkook’s expression faltered, a pang of guilt flashing across his face. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he said, sitting up slightly, his brows furrowing as he cupped her face gently. “I didn’t mean to push you too far. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

Y/N’s heart warmed at his concern, and she reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Kookie, I’m fine,” she assured him, her voice firm but laced with affection. “More than fine. Last night was… perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

His eyes softened, but the guilt lingered, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Still,” he murmured, his lips brushing her skin, “I’m taking care of you today. No arguments, princess.”

Y/N giggled, her cheeks flushing as she nodded. “Okay, my knight in shining armor. Spoil me, then.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a boyish grin, and he carefully slid out of bed, his toned form catching the morning light as he scooped her up into his arms with ease. Y/N squealed softly, her arms wrapping around his neck as he carried her toward the ensuite bathroom, the marble floors cool beneath his bare feet.

“First stop, a nice warm bath,” he declared, his voice playful but firm, as he set her down on the edge of the massive jacuzzi tub. He turned on the faucet, testing the water temperature before adding a generous pour of lavender-scented bath oil, the soothing aroma filling the room. Y/N watched him, her heart swelling at the care he put into every detail.

As the tub filled, Jungkook knelt beside her, his hands gentle as he helped her out of the oversized shirt she’d slipped into sometime during the night. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he guided her into the warm water, ensuring she was comfortable. Y/N sighed in relief as the heat soothed her aching muscles, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Feel good?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft as he knelt by the tub, dipping a soft sponge into the water and gently running it over her shoulders.

“Mmm, perfect,” she murmured, leaning into his touch. “You’re too good to me, Kookie.”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “Never too good for my angel,” he said, his voice low and sincere. He washed her carefully, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were handling something precious. Every so often, he’d pause to press a kiss to her temple or her shoulder, his affection a quiet undercurrent to his care.

Once the bath was done, Jungkook wrapped her in a fluffy towel, drying her off before carrying her back to the bedroom. He dressed her in one of his soft hoodies and a pair of comfortable leggings, his hands lingering as he brushed her hair, his fingers deft and gentle. Y/N couldn’t stop smiling, her heart full as she watched him fuss over her.

“Ready for breakfast?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he scooped her up again, ignoring her playful protests.

“Jungkook, I can walk!” she laughed, swatting his chest lightly as he carried her down the grand staircase, the mansion’s modern elegance gleaming around them.

“Not today, you can’t,” he teased, his voice warm as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m not letting my princess lift a finger.”

In the dining room, a sunlit space with sleek furniture and a view of the sprawling gardens, Jungkook set her down at the table, where a spread of breakfast awaited—fluffy pancakes, fresh fruit, and steaming coffee. He sat beside her, insisting on feeding her himself, his eyes never leaving her face as he held a forkful of pancake to her lips.

“Open up, baby,” he said, his voice soft but teasing, a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes but obeyed, taking a bite and humming in delight. “You’re ridiculous,” she mumbled, her mouth full, but her smile betrayed her amusement.

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he shot back, winking as he fed her another bite, his free hand resting on her thigh, a constant reminder of his presence.

They spent the morning in a bubble of warmth and laughter, Jungkook doting on her every need, his guilt easing with every smile she gave him. The mention of his therapy lingered briefly in his mind—he only needed two more sessions before he’d be free of the weight he’d carried for so long—but today, he wanted nothing more than to focus on her, on their new home, on their love.

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By midday, the mansion was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter as Jin, Yoongi, and Namjoon arrived, their voices echoing through the grand hallway. Jungkook had invited them to see the new place, and Y/N’s face lit up as she heard their familiar voices, her soreness forgotten in the excitement of seeing their friends.

“Wow, this place is insane,” Jin said, his eyes wide as he took in the sleek decor, his hands on his hips. “Jungkook, you’ve outdone yourself. This is like something out of a magazine.”

Yoongi nodded, his usual stoic expression softening as he glanced around. “Not bad, kid,” he said, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “You two are gonna make some memories here.”

Namjoon, ever the intellectual, was already inspecting a piece of abstract art on the wall, his head tilted thoughtfully. “The aesthetic is impeccable,” he said, turning to Y/N with a grin. “You must be thrilled, Y/N.”

“I am,” she said, her voice bright as she sat at the dining table, Jungkook’s arm draped protectively around her shoulders. “It’s like a dream.”

Jungkook squeezed her gently, his eyes soft as he looked at her. “Only the best for my angel,” he said, earning a chorus of playful groans from the others.

“Get a room, you two,” Jin teased, rolling his eyes as he set a tray of kimchi fried rice on the table, his culinary skills on full display.

“We have a whole mansion,” Jungkook shot back, smirking as he pulled Y/N closer, pressing a quick kiss to her temple.

As they began to set the table, the doorbell rang, and Jungkook’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Oh, we’ve got one more guest,” he said, standing to answer the door.

Y/N’s curiosity piqued, and when Jungkook returned, he was followed by none other than Park Jimin, his bright smile lighting up the room. “Surprise!” Jimin said, throwing his arms open dramatically as he stepped inside, his presence instantly warming the atmosphere.

“Jimin!” Y/N exclaimed, her face breaking into a grin as she stood, ignoring the faint ache in her muscles to give him a quick hug. “You didn’t tell me you were coming!”

“Blame your boyfriend,” Jimin said, winking at Jungkook. “He wanted to make it a special day.”

Jungkook shrugged, his grin boyish as he pulled out a chair for Y/N. “What can I say? I wanted all my favorite people here.”

The lunch was a lively affair, the table filled with Jin’s meticulously prepared dishes—kimchi fried rice, bulgogi, and an array of banchan—while the conversation flowed effortlessly. Jimin’s infectious laughter mingled with Yoongi’s dry humor, Namjoon’s thoughtful insights, and Jin’s dramatic storytelling, creating a warmth that made the mansion feel like a true home. Jungkook kept a close eye on Y/N, feeding her bites of food between his own, his hand never straying far from hers.

“You’re spoiling her rotten,” Yoongi remarked, smirking as he watched Jungkook carefully place a piece of bulgogi on Y/N’s plate.

“She deserves it,” Jungkook replied without missing a beat, his eyes softening as he looked at her. Y/N blushed, nudging him playfully, but her smile was radiant.

Jimin leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, Y/N, how’s it feel to be the queen of this castle? Jungkook’s treating you like royalty.”

Y/N laughed, her cheeks flushing. “It’s… overwhelming, but in the best way,” she said, glancing at Jungkook with a look that spoke volumes. “He’s my everything.”

The table fell into a chorus of “awws” and playful teasing, and Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride, his hand squeezing hers under the table. The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and shared moments, the mansion filled with the joy of their friendship.

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### Evening: An Unexpected Visitor

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the mansion, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin said their goodbyes, promising to return for another gathering soon. Jungkook and Y/N stood at the door, waving as their friends’ car disappeared down the driveway, the quiet of the evening settling around them.

Jungkook turned to Y/N, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close. “Tired, angel?” he asked, his voice soft as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“A little,” she admitted, leaning into his warmth. “But happy. So happy.”

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Let’s get you upstairs, then. You’ve had a big day.”

They were about to head up the grand staircase when the doorbell rang again, the sound sharp and unexpected in the quiet mansion. Y/N’s brows furrowed, and Jungkook’s head tilted, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Who could that be?” he muttered, moving to open the door.

When he swung it open, a familiar figure stood there, his bright smile lighting up the evening. Jung Hoseok, his energy as infectious as ever, stepped inside, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. “Surprise!” he said, his voice warm and cheerful.

Y/N’s face lit up, her exhaustion forgotten as she rushed forward, her smile radiant. “Jack oppa!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. “What a pleasant surprise!”

Hoseok laughed, returning the hug with equal enthusiasm, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “I heard you two moved into this palace, and I couldn’t resist dropping by,” he said, holding up the flowers. “These are for the lady of the house.”

Y/N took the bouquet, her cheeks flushing as she inhaled the sweet scent. “You’re too sweet, oppa,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Jungkook stood back, his arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the exchange. “Hyung, you know my angel?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

Hoseok grinned, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Of course I do,” he said, winking at her. “Y/N and I go way back. She’s been stealing my heart since we met.”

Y/N laughed, swatting Hoseok’s arm playfully. “Stop it, you flirt,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Jungkook’s the only one who gets to say stuff like that.”

Jungkook chuckled, stepping forward to wrap an arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her gently against his side. “Better watch it, hyung,” he said, his voice light but with a possessive edge. “She’s mine.”

Hoseok raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, Kook. I’m just here to crash your dinner and admire your new digs.”

Y/N giggled, leaning into Jungkook’s embrace as she looked at Hoseok. “Stay for dinner, oppa. We’d love to have you.”

Hoseok’s eyes lit up, and he nodded enthusiastically. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, following them into the dining room.

The three of them spent the evening together, sharing a simple but heartfelt dinner of pasta and wine, the conversation flowing as easily as it had with the others. Hoseok’s infectious energy kept them laughing, his stories about his latest travels and antics filling the room with warmth. Jungkook kept Y/N close, his hand resting on her thigh, his eyes soft as he watched her laugh and glow in the company of their friend.

As the night drew to a close, Hoseok stood, stretching dramatically. “Well, I’ve overstayed my welcome,” he said, grinning. “This place is incredible, you two. Don’t be strangers, okay?”

Y/N hugged him tightly, her smile radiant. “Never, oppa. Come back soon.”

Jungkook shook Hoseok’s hand, his grin warm but with a playful warning. “Next time, call first, hyung. Don’t want you stealing my angel’s attention.”

Hoseok laughed, waving them off as he headed out into the night, leaving the mansion quiet once more. Jungkook turned to Y/N, pulling her into his arms, his lips brushing her forehead. “Ready for bed, princess?” he asked, his voice soft and full of love.

She nodded, her eyes heavy but happy. “Take me upstairs, Kookie,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.

With a gentle smile, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the staircase to their bedroom, their new home filled with the promise of countless more days like this—filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of their shared world.

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To be continued ..