Out of the Egg. (Jungkook x Reader) Part 6 FINALE
“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.” – Demian by Hermann Hesse
Jungkook x Reader; (with the rest of the BTS members here and there)
Fluff, Suspense, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare
War/ Rebellion Au
Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.
A/N: Thank you everyone for the support and love for this story ~ honestly it was a different genre that I hadn’t really tried before so I’m so happy you all enjoyed it x) !! <3
Jungkook grabbed your hand tightly as he supervised Hoseok, who was using Namjoon’s gadget to melt down the iron bars making up the entrance of the prison camp.
You were weary and numb. Yoongi had patched up your wounded arm roughly and Jungkook had thrown his clothes on top of you, but you felt neither cold nor pain. You clutched Tae’s name tag in your free hand firmly, not wanting to come to terms that he was really gone.
Jungkook was most likely keeping you close because he knew you weren’t stable at the moment, and you were thankful for his considerate, subtle actions. He had always been that way. He knew when to speak and when to just act. He gave your hand a little squeeze, causing you to look up just in time to see the prisoners’ faces as they were finally freed.
Some of the soldiers dropped to their knees as they were reunited with their family members and friends. The other soldiers glowingly watched the visible happiness and relief that overwhelmed the prisoners of this war.
"We saved them, Y/N.“ Jungkook smiled sadly.
And you knew exactly what he was feeling in that moment.
You gripped his hand tighter and leaned your face into his shoulder. Because you knew that this meant everything was truly over. The fighting, the hiding, the living in fear. And while that was something to celebrate, you both couldn’t help but feet empty in the midst of people rejoicing. For while you fought to regain freedom, you had lost so many in the process. You both no longer had any family to come home to. Your parents, Jungkook’s brother, his parents, B, Taehyung…none of them could be returned. And most of all, the people you had once been before the war would never surface again. The scars were too deep and the price of victory steep.
You wept into his shoulder, even though you thought you had no more tears left to cry. Jungkook turned and pulled you into his chest warmly.
"You saved me, you saved us all.” he whispered into your hair, and his words had you sobbing even harder.
"Is he–“ Jimin’s voice cut into your crying.
You heard his ragged breathing, figuring that he had run right over once he made sure everything was taken care of at the entrance of Capitol City. You pulled away from Jungkook sluggishly and stared at Jimin devastated, knowing your face would reveal it all.
"Is he…is Tae really…”
You watched Jimin’s face contort into one of undeniable pain and sorrow. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Wailing, you lunged down and enveloped him in your arms. He gripped you tightly and you both cried together, finding comfort in each other, in the memory of your friendship with Tae, because you two had been the closest to him.
"I’m so sorry…so sorry.“ Your voice trembled.
Hoseok and Jin soon joined you two in the embrace, all mourning the loss of one of your family members.
Yoongi frowned as he slid beside Jungkook. The Leader knew exactly what he was thinking from the little wrinkle knit between his brows.
"I know.” Jungkook hummed. “But it’s not the time and place to discuss it.”
Yoongi nodded understandably. “What do you want me to do?”
"Call Namjoon hyung. We have a lot of work to do and he’s probably worried as heck.“
Yoongi chuckled and hurried off to follow his orders.
Deciding you were in good hands with the other guys, Jungkook went over to tend to the malnourished and weak prisoners with the rest of his soldiers. But the atmosphere of positivity was soon broken when loud, angry voices were heard from a distance. Jungkook stood up, peering over to see what the commotion was about. A few of his soldiers were returning from the Capitol, dragging bounded and clearly wounded bodies of surviving Oppressor soldiers. He walked over to you and the other guys, gently laying a hand on your shoulder.
"All of you get back.” he instructed in a serious tone.
Jimin and Hoseok grabbed your hand obediently, pulling you away to the safety of the other soldiers and freed prisoners of war.
"What’s going on here?“ Jungkook questioned sternly.
"We caught them, roughed them up a bit, and figured we’d put on a show while killing them.” One of the soldiers grinned maniacally.
Jungkook furrowed his brow. “What were my orders?”
"Capture any Oppressors, disarm them, and bring them straight to you.“
"Nowhere in my statement did I tell you to torture them.”
"But…weren’t we just rounding them up to slaughter them in front of the prisoners?“ another soldier spoke up.
Jungkook shook his head. "That’s not what we’re going to do.”
"LEADER. WHY?“ Another soldier stepped forward, distraught. "After everything they put us through? And how many people they killed? They were going to massacre those prisoners too! We NEED to show them who has the power here!”
"We don’t NEED to do anything with them.“ Jungkook frowned. "Why do you feel the need the kill? It won’t make anyone feel better.”
"They could just rise up to power again! We need to kill all of them before they get to us!“ the soldiers complained.
One of the soldiers shoved his way up to the front, holding his gun tightly and dragging an Oppressor into view.
"If the Leader is too much of a coward to do it, then I’ll shoot them all myself!”
The Oppressor soldier winced and shut his eyes in fright, but no gun shot was fired.
"Did you just call the Leader a coward?“ a rough, dangerous voice resounded in the silence.
Everyone was waiting with bated breath for the events to unfold.
You gripped your friends’ hands tightly as you watched Min Yoongi holding a knife against that soldier’s throat.
"Move that gun, and this knife slices across your neck.” Yoongi threatened.
"What’re you guys? Are you secret Oppressors, huh?“ the soldier chuckled at Yoongi and Jungkook in disbelief.
"I should be asking you that. Why are you all so eager to kill them? Afraid they’ll blow your cover?” Yoongi smirked.
"Yoongi.“ Jungkook stated seriously, giving him a firm look.
Yoongi exhaled and stepped away from the soldier, irritated. "I swear I leave for a few minutes and there’s another attempt at a turn over.”
Jungkook sighed and stepped forward, addressing everyone.
"Massacre. Destruction. Unfair judgment. Fear. Bloodlust. Distrust. This is exactly what brought the Oppressors to power. I witness firsthand that these things were their driving force. Even amongst the highest ranks of Oppressors, they plotted assassinations. They killed for pleasure and for their own selfish needs. They didn’t believe in anyone else but themselves. They were secretive, manipulative, and used their power and authority to make people act against their will.“
He turned to the Changer soldiers who were slowly loosening their hold on the captives.
"If we succumb to that and let vengeance and the need to display our power and control through murder and torture take over, we wouldn’t be any different from the very people we were trying to get rid of a few hours ago.
Do you think those you are seeking revenge for would be happy watching you kill these men? Do you think they sacrificed themselves for you to massacre Oppressors instead? I, for one, do not believe that any of the loved ones we’ve lost wanted that from us. I, for one, am not stooping down to their level. I didn’t put my life on the line countless of times just to become exactly what we fought against. I’m not starting this New World with more unnecessary deaths. Anyone who has a problem with that can step forward and speak up.”
The soldiers placed their guns down in shame. Jungkook glanced at Yoongi, who pouted and forcibly put his knife away too.
"We’ll leave it to the Security team and the Scholars to interrogate the Oppressors with our lie detector system. They will fairly enact punishments accordingly. But first and foremost, we have to take care of our own. These prisoners have faced far worst conditions than we have.“
Jungkook turned and locked eyes with you, as if seeking your approval. You smiled proudly. He truly was a fantastic leader and had grown up to be such an admirable man.
But suddenly, your image of him became blurred, and your body seemed to have realized that it was running on no sleep and food, and solely on emotional energy. No longer having control over your limbs, you watched the world turn upside down and fade to black.
You woke up in the fairly familiar setting of Namjoon’s hospital room. But being there made you wonder if you had dreamt the entire ending of the war or if it had, in fact, taken place.
"Oh, you’re awake.”
Namjoon waltzed in with a gentle smile. “Feeling better?”
You glanced down at your arms; one had an IV drip inserted into it, and the other was professionally bandaged. You returned his smile and nodded.
"Much.“ You hesitated. "Um…what happened?”
He sat down and rolled his chair over to your bedside.
"Well, we won the war thanks to you. We freed the prisoners, and then you fainted because you pushed your body to its limit, especially in your condition. Not many pregnant women can say they singlehandedly infiltrated enemy territory and bravely lured the main leader of the evil forces into an ambush.“
Namjoon winked at you playfully. You chuckled briefly then your face fell as the events that had taken place flooded back to you. After a few seconds of silence, you finally managed to ask the question on your mind.
"And is Tae…?” You bit your lip.
Namjoon smiled sadly, “I buried him next to his flower, as per his request.”
Your eyes watered and you clutched your blanket. He really was gone.
"Before you all left, he asked me to give you something.“ Namjoon stood up and walked into his little office inside the room.
When he came out, he was holding a small pot holding the same kind of flower that Tae had showed you before. Namjoon placed it by your bedside and sat down. With your hands shaking, you reached out to touch its beautiful petals.
"He had another seed in his pocket when he came to the city, but he was saving it to plant after the war was over.” Namjoon explained. “But when he found out you were pregnant, he immediately asked me to help him grow it. He wanted to gift it to you whenever the child was born. But when your unit was called forth, he requested that, if anything should happen to him and he didn’t come back, I give it to you.”
Then he pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to you. “He also wrote a letter for each of you.”
You pressed it against your chest warmly. Taehyung had left so many pieces of himself behind.
"I’ll read it when I’m ready to.“ You hummed and Namjoon nodded, understanding that you weren’t ready to confront the fresh scars just yet.
He simply switched topics to get your mind off of Taehyung considerately.
"I assumed you haven’t told Jungkook about his child yet.” Namjoon rolled his chair to grab your files on the counter and returned to you. “He kept asking all sorts of questions about your well-being and what you had been up to during his absence.”
You smiled, blushing. “Well we didn’t exactly get to catch up with everything…”
"No, I suppose not.“ Namjoon grinned.
"How is the baby?” You glanced at him worriedly, fear crawling up your skin. “Did I push it too far? Did I…”
Namjoon reached for your hand to compose you. “The baby is actually, and impressively, quite healthy and strong. It’s growing well without any complications. It seems to have really taken after you and Jungkook.”
You breathed out in relief. “Oh thank goodness.”
"Y/N.“ Namjoon smiled happily. "Would you like to know the baby’s gender?”
Jungkook exhaled as he fixed his hair in front of the mirror. Namjoon had moved him into a room in HQ, knowing he’d want to be as close to the hospital rooms as possible. But the room was far too spacious for his taste. There was a large space between his closet, his mirror, his table, and the bed. Though, he shouldn’t really be complaining about having too much space – that was just ungrateful. Deep down he knew it only really felt empty because you weren’t around. He wanted to hurry up and see you, to hold you soon.
But another day of tending to the wounded and hearing about their strife awaited him. Not that he minded all too much, but it was more of Namjoon’s thing. He would rather be out with the other soldiers building new houses or doing some sort of physical labor. But he knew he was the Leader of the Changers, and it was one of his duties.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on his door.
"Come in.“ he called as he threw on a white t-shirt.
The eldest Council member slowly entered his room. Jungkook bowed deeply and offered him a seat. The old man exhaled as he settled into the chair.
"Well done young Leader.” he smiled. “We both know I had my reservations about you, but you truly have proved me wrong.”
Jungkook bowed his head shyly. “No, I even doubted myself. Do not worry about the past.”
The old man chuckled, “And luckily, I see the rest of the Council members returned as well, except for one.”
Jungkook looked down sadly, “He died in the final battle inside the Capitol.”
After a brief pause, the old man exhaled, “Well it seems he didn’t carry out his mission in the end.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in realization, and his head immediately shot up. He inhaled sharply as a gun was quickly pressed into his forehead.
"What…“ he exhaled.
"You weren’t supposed to live after the victory was guaranteed you see.” the old man smirked. “You would’ve been remembered as a valiant Leader had you died during the battle, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to spin you into a traitor.”
"What’s the meaning of this?“ Jungkook frowned.
His hands subtly glided down his pants, but he had no weapons on his person. He was in a pinch.
"We never intended you or D to gain leadership of the New World.” the old man explained. His facade of being weak and frail had quickly been cast aside. Jungkook realized that he was actually spritely for his wrinkled, aged appearance. “We merely used both of you as pawns. Regardless of who won, we would’ve gotten rid of both of you, so that we could rise to power in the end.”
"And what makes you so fit for power?“
"You’re both fools who trusted people so easily. You and D. If you hadn’t killed him, he would’ve gotten assassinated or spun as a traitor by his own officials, just like you’re going to be. And I will set this New World into a New Age. Everyone will live under my absolute reign. They’ll have enough to live on, but they shall be in such fear that they will do whatever I order. Everyone will live of course, as long as they follow what I say. I mean, isn’t that what it means to be a ruler? To rule over the people. To have the highest power over others. I will be both revered and feared!”
"No one will worship you.“ Jungkook spat.
"Well, you won’t be alive to find out.” the old man cackled. “Because you’re the only one standing in my way.”
Jungkook stared at him defiantly, watching his finger locked around the trigger. But before he could press it, the old man collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he noticed the clean bullet hole lodged in the old man’s forehead. He whipped his head around in time to see Yoongi hop out of the vent in his room. Exhaling in both terrified amusement and relief, he melted in his chair. He didn’t even realize he had been holding his breath.
"Holy shit.“ he lay a hand on his chest, his heart still racing.
Yoongi grinned cheekily as he stood in front of Jungkook. "That’s like the billionth time I saved you, Mr. Leader. Who’s truly the most superior of us two?”
"How did you–?“ Jungkook questioned.
"It wasn’t me.” Yoongi waved his hand and slung his gun proudly over his shoulder. “Namjoon warned me to keep an eye out for the old man too. And luckily, I made it here in time to save your ass.”
Jungkook grinned. “Do you actually love me, hyung?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes and huffed, “Don’t flatter yourself. It was your brother’s last wish, and I’m sure B would come back and haunt me if I let you die by the gun of that wrinkled prune.”
Jungkook lunged forward to hug Yoongi tightly, while the latter flailed to get away from his embrace.
"I swear! You and your girlfriend keep attacking me with affection! Just go hug each other and leave me out of it!“ he protested but Jungkook smiled and held on gratefully.
"It’s cause you’re so cute, hyung. You’ll for sure be the godfather of our children!”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Jungkook and the younger tilted his head curiously. “What?”
Yoongi snorted and shook his head. “Nothing. I’ll dispose of this body. You need to go greet your people.”
Jungkook groaned. “Oh man…”
"Some Leader you are.“ Yoongi chuckled as he shoved Jungkook towards the door.
Jungkook turned and grinned at Yoongi. "Hyung.”
"I’m glad I trusted you all those years ago.”
Yoongi chuckled. “You should be, you brat.”
“Thank you.” Jungkook’s brother smiled. His hand limply reached out for B’s. Jungkook shut his eyes, trying not to break down, and helped them intertwine fingers.
"I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you hyung.“ Jungkook whispered as he turned B’s face towards his brother’s so it would be the last thing he saw.
Jungkook wept as he continued to press B’s and his brother’s hands together, covering them with his own. But in the midst of his sobbing, he felt a piece of paper stuck inside B’s lifeless hand.
"Kook, we have to get out of here.” Yoongi placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Grabbing the paper as he continued weeping, he stuffed it into his pocket and let Yoongi drag him away.
It wasn’t until a week or two later that he rediscovered B’s note in his uniform pocket. Upon reading its content, he hurried over to Yoongi’s room and dragged him all the way to Namjoon’s lab.
"What the hell, Kook?“ Yoongi growled and shoved him away. "What’s your problem?”
Jungkook glanced at Namjoon and Yoongi seriously. “I’m trusting you two.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “A pretty terrible idea, considering I don’t like you very much.”
"That’s exactly why I’m trusting you.“ Jungkook stated firmly while smiling. "You’re not one for underhanded deceptions and lying, hyung.”
Yoongi furrowed his brow at his answer.
"Well, what are you trusting us with exactly?“ Namjoon questioned nervously.
"Your lab has no cameras or anything right?”
"No.“ Namjoon chuckled. "I designed it as such.”
"Good.“ Jungkook pulled the paper out of his pocket.
The other two scooted closer.
"When we went on the rescue mission, I found this in B’s hand.” Jungkook breathed. “I was such a mess back then and when I got back that I had forgotten about it until now.”
"A piece of paper?“ Yoongi was skeptical.
"She wrote something in it.” Jungkook continued as he unfolded it. “Read it.”
Yoongi and Namjoon scanned the paper and their eyes widened.
"Jungkook, what…“ Namjoon exhaled, shocked.
"It’s her handwriting right?” Jungkook looked to confirm it with Yoongi, who nodded, still staring at the familiar cursive.
"It’s hers alright.“ Yoongi stated. "But this is just…”
Jungkook grabbed the paper and held it over one of Namjoon’s candles.
"What’re you doing?!“ Yoongi bellowed.
"No one else can know but us three, okay?” Jungkook frowned. “If what it says is true, which it has to be considering B protected this information with her life, then we can’t trust anyone else readily. I need to get rid of this evidence. It has to stay between us three.”
Namjoon nodded, “I agree.”
Yoongi clenched his fist angrily, realizing exactly what the message meant. He glanced at the other two with a fiery look. “What do we do?”
"I have a crazy plan.“ Jungkook smiled weakly. "But it’s going to require us to be at the top; we need power and authority.”
Yoongi scoffed half-heartedly and crossed his arms, “Well, that was my aim all along anyway.”
"What’s the plan?“ Namjoon asked.
"We all get on the Council. If one of us becomes Leader, it’ll be even better.”
Yoongi smiled as he recalled that exact day. On that very day, he had been contemplating some dark, harmful thoughts in his room. The pain that came with the loss of the only person he had considered a friend and family at the time was overwhelming, and he no longer felt that he had any motivation, desire, or purpose left to live.
In one fell swoop though, Jungkook had literally dragged him out of his room, figuratively out of his thoughts, and unknowingly embraced him as a close trusted friend, despite everything. Jungkook had saved him from throwing away his life, gave him a new purpose and a place to belong– beside him and Namjoon.
Once Jungkook left the room, Yoongi kicked the lifeless corpse in front of him.
"It was you wasn’t it, old man? The one who betrayed B and gave her false information?“
He exhaled and looked up at the ceiling sadly, remembering the last words he had seen from B.
Scribbled on the paper that had saved both his and Jungkook’s lives, and in turn, salvaged the future of the New World, read:
There’s a third party within the Changers. Beware my loves.
"You knew we’d find you, huh?” Yoongi chuckled to himself. “Truly a genius strategist until the very end.”
You were trying to draw Tae’s flower to pass the time when Jungkook peeked his head into your hospital room. It had been a few days since the war ended and you were beginning to wonder if you were going to see him in any time soon. So without a second thought, you chucked your pencil and paper to the side at the sight of him, and outstretched your arms welcomingly. You knew he had been going through so much lately. He still had to carry a heavy burden, despite the war being over. He easily slipped into your embrace and settled his face into the crook of your neck. You heard him sigh and relax into you.
"I’m so, so proud of you, Jungkook.“ You whispered as you stroked his hair.
"I’m so sorry.” he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “I’m sorry I left you like that. I’m sorry I made you cry and worry.”
You shut your eyes and inhaled, letting his familiar scent invade your senses. “I missed you.”
"I missed you so much.“ He pulled back a little so he could study your face intently.
You cupped his face lovingly and smiled. You two were finally together, and nothing was going to separate you again.
He traced your arms carefully, and you knew he was scanning your body for injuries.
"He didn’t touch me.” You answered knowingly. “I know you’re worried whether the official had his way with me or–”
You couldn’t finish your statement because he crashed his lips onto yours roughly. You gasped for air as you heatedly returned his fervor. Carefully, he pushed your body down onto your bed as he climbed over you, lips still locked.
"Don’t remind me of that.“ he growled, his breath ghosting your face. "I was about to go insane at the thought of someone else touching you.”
You nodded as you pulled him down to continue your make-out. His hands made their way down to your waist, and you suddenly remembered that you had been keeping something quite important from him.
Gently, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back. Panting and flushed, he looked at you worriedly.
"Are you okay? Does something hurt?“ he frowned.
You smiled and shook your head. You shimmied your way to sit up and he did the same, bringing your legs up to rest over his thighs. Although you were sure he was puzzled by your actions, he patiently waited for your explanation.
"Hm?“ his eyes landed on you curiously.
"Don’t freak out okay?” You reached out for his hand and he held on obediently.
"Um it depends what you’re going to tell me…“ he hummed as he drew circles into the back of your hand with his thumb.
"So you remember the night you left?”
He smiled dreamily and nodded. “Of course. How could I forget?”
He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “It was amazing.”
You blushed shyly. “Well…there’s something you should know about that night…”
He furrowed his brow, not catching on. As quick-witted Jungkook was on the battlefield, he was always fairly oblivious when it came to women and relationships. You took a deep breath and squeezed his hand gently before finally confessing,
"Jungkook, I’m pregnant.“
He stared at you dumbfounded, probably waiting for you to tell him that you were kidding or something. But you watched him intently, waiting for the news to truly sink in. He blinked a couple of times then gasped.
"WHAT? AND YOU CAME ONTO THE BATTLEFIELD?!”
You rolled your eyes. “Seriously? THAT’S the first thing you say?!”
Jungkook stared at the empty space in front of him clearly flabbergasted. “Well I - what –what– WHAT?”
You chuckled, holding onto his hand, figuring you should give him some time to process the information before expecting him to be coherent. So you answered his question in the meanwhile, “I wanted to guarantee a better future for our child…I couldn’t give birth, only to have them suffer or trained to be a soldier…you know. So that’s why I knew I had to go into battle.”
Jungkook laughed loudly, the news finally processing, and then exhaled in awe, “Oh my god. I’m going to be a father? We’re going to be parents?!”
Your lips curled up, happy that he had taken it positively. You were worried he wasn’t going to want the responsibility when he had so much on his plate already.
"I know you have a lot to do as Leader, so don’t worry too much about me. I have it planned out and the boys will be there if anything. I know you’re going to be busy and –“
He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head repeatedly.
"No way, Y/N. I’m going to be there with you two every step of the way!” he breathed and tightened his hold on you, as if he wanted your bodies to meld into one. You smiled in amusement. You could feel the genuine emotion behind his voice and his actions, and soon, you felt his tears trickle down against your cheek. “I’m so happy, Y/N. I’m so, so happy. That’s our child. Our child. Our little Jeon.”
Then he pulled your bodies apart hurriedly. You watched his brows knit together curiously.
"But that was so dangerous, going into battle! You both could’ve been in serious danger! No, you WERE in danger! What were Yoongi and Namjoon thinking?!“
You pinched his cheeks and wiped his tears away, chuckling. "Pick an emotion Jungkook. Are you happy, sad, or angry?”
"Ugh, I’m all three.“ he sniffled. "Why do you always make me so soft?”
You laughed as you kissed him sweetly. You truly loved this man so much.
A few weeks later, with the resemblance of a bustling town finally forming on the surface, the day came to inaugurate the leader of the New World.
You were discharged a day or two after Jungkook’s visit, and had immediately taken to helping out with building rapport with the people, trying to hear out their complaints, their suggestions, and their requests with Namjoon. In the meanwhile Jungkook, Yoongi, and the other soldiers were helping out with the manual labor and protection of the city. So it wasn’t odd that when Inauguration Day came, you were greeting people easily by name. And while walking away, you made sure to remind Jungkook about their names and details about them.
"A good leader needs to know his people’s names, Jungkook.“ You scolded as you two made your way into his waiting room for the big day.
"Y/N. There is no way I’m going to remember everyone’s name. I’ve been their Leader for a year or two now, and I honestly don’t recall half their faces.” Jungkook groaned as you fixed his tie.
"Alright, well at least remember SOMETHING about them. Like their hair color, their eyes, so they can see that you actually like them and care for them.“
He exhaled. "How about I just say hi to them for now? I’ll work on it. I’m not too good with people yet.”
You chuckled as you straightened out his bangs gently. “Deal. Since I know you’re fairly shy and introverted.”
"Thank you.“ He kissed you lightly and stepped back, buttoning up his sleek black suit jacket. "Well? How do I look? I haven’t worn one of these…ever…actually. This is fancy.”
You smiled. “Handsome. As always.”
A faint blush dusted his cheeks and he shied away at your straight forward compliment. His moments of rare vulnerability and shyness always made your heart flutter. You would’ve attacked him right then and there, was he not about to go on stage in front of thousands of people. You didn’t want to dishevel the appearance you had been straightening out in the first place. You giggled to yourself; that would have to wait until later.
Jungkook grabbed your hand and shook his head. "Not really.”
"Do you have a speech planned or did Namjoon write it for you?“
He chuckled, "I wrote it myself this time.”
"Wowww.“ You nudged. "I’m impressed.”
He rolled his eyes. “No faith in me.”
You laughed, “Well the last time I saw you making a speech was in school, and you were so shy that you had to present facing the chalkboard.”
"No.“ He tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your shoulders warmly as he grinned. "The last time you saw me make a speech was the day we were reunited, and you thought I was so chic and manly, you immediately fell in love with me at the podium.”
You squinted your eyes. “Are you sure we’re thinking of the same moment? I don’t recall that ever happening.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist and scrunched his face. “So you didn’t fall in love with me when I saved you and then when I was addressing people coolly?”
You shook your head as you slipped your arms under his, encircling his body too. “No, I’m pretty sure I was already in love with you when we were kids.”
Jungkook chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Then why didn’t you say anything, silly?”
"You didn’t say anything either.“ You pouted and blushed. "How was I supposed to know when you started seeing me as a lover instead of a friend?”
Jungkook’s lips curled up, “Do you remember when you cried to me the first time?”
You looked to the ceiling, giving it serious thought. “When you found me on the swing after I got scolded badly?”
"Was that when you fell in love with me?“
"Hmm…” Jungkook hummed. “Who knows?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Then why bring it up?”
He swayed your bodies side to side slowly. “You remember the conversation we had?”
You smiled and nodded.
“Y/N!” Jungkook panted as he hurried over to your lonely figure on the swing. “You can’t be out alone so late! It’s dangerous! And everyone’s so worried.”
He knelt in front of you because you were staring intently down at the ground, trying to hold back your tears. You twisted the swing, not wanting him to see you and clearly wanting to be by yourself.
But Jungkook had no intention of leaving you alone; he walked around and squatted in front of you again. He was determined to find out what happened. You were usually such an obedient child and you were always close and loving with your parents. This type of behavior was so unexpected that your parents had enlisted his help to find you. When he heard that you had run out of the house after yelling at and arguing with your parents, he stumbled out of his apartment hurriedly, not worrying about putting on proper shoes or a jacket.
"Hey. What happened?“ he asked gently, hugging his knees to keep warm as he looked up at you intently, trying to catch a glimpse of your face.
You sniffled. "I don’t want to talk about it.”
Jungkook nodded and waddled over, tilting his head to peek up at you. “Can I at least see that you’re really Y/N?”
You lifted your head and furrowed your brows at him, irritated. “I don’t need your teasing right now, Jungkook.”
He frowned, seeing you weren’t in the best mood. “Well what do you need from me right now? I’ll give it to you.”
He watched you stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating. Then he blinked as you untwisted your swing, your back now facing him, and outstretched your hand. His lips curled up understandably. He sat in the adjacent swing and grabbed your hand silently. You both sat in the stillness of that night for a few minutes without saying a word.
"Kookie…“ He turned to you, finally hearing your voice.
"Hm?” he hummed as he watched your side profile.
"I said some bad things to people.“ You admitted.
"When I was shopping for groceries earlier, I heard some people making fun of my parents. And I don’t know…“ He felt you squeeze his hand tighter and he spotted your eyes glistening. "It just hurt to hear that. They always work so hard for me, and they didn’t deserve to be looked down on. And I just started saying bad things back to them and if my parents didn’t drag me away, I would’ve fought someone.”
Jungkook smiled and stood in front of you. “And? Why did you run out of the house?”
"Because my parents scolded me and I was so frustrated. I was only defending them! Why were they getting mad at me, but they didn’t budge at the other people? Why was it so wrong to speak up? Why do people have to judge others like that?“ Tears streamed down your face as you broke down. "Then I started wondering why people at school bullied me and I got sad because I thought if I was so mad at my parents for this one time, you were probably so fed up with me. Because you’re always defending me but I tell you to stop because I was so worried they’d target you next or you’d get hurt cause of me. Then I was like ‘ah that’s exactly what my parents were thinking’. And I just–”
You leaned forward and sobbed into his stomach. Jungkook stroked your hair gently.
"You’re not wrong, Y/N. No one but those people who degraded you and your parents without knowing you was wrong. Anybody who makes assumptions without knowing the person is definitely wrong.“
"I’m just so frustrated, Jungkook. I’m so angry and I feel so upset.” You clutched at his shirt.
He pried your hands off of his waist and squatted in front of you so he could see your tear-stricken face clearly.
"Well, what kind of place do you want the world to be Y/N?“ he smiled gently.
He caressed your face warmly as you stared up at him lovingly.
"It was thanks to you that I didn’t get corrupted as a Leader.”
You looked at him inquisitively.
"Because I always remembered your answer, and I always told myself that regardless of where you were and what happened to you, I wanted you to be proud of me. I wanted to gift you the kind of world that you wanted to see when we were kids.“
Your eyes watered as you saw the pure expression of gentleness and love displayed on his face.
"Y/N.” he blushed shyly and averted his gaze.
"I know…you might’ve wanted something fancy…and you probably wanted a ring…and stuff…” he fumbled, and your heart raced as you realized what he was getting at. “And right now may not be the best time…ah maybe I should’ve done it later…but then again, it’s weird going back on it now…”
You grabbed his lapel and pulled him down roughly, capturing his lips with yours. He tensed up at first, surprised by your aggressive attack, but he soon eased into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen it.
Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against yours, “Will you marry me, Y/N?”
You beamed and nodded fervently. “Yes, Jeon Jungkook. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”
Jungkook laughed happily, relieved.
"You gave me a New World.“ You wrapped your arms around his neck. "That’s more than I deserve.”
He shook his head. “No, Y/N. You deserve the world.”
Your lips curled up. You didn’t think it was fair for you to be so irreparably happy in this moment, but you were. And it only served to fill you with hope for what was to come.
"Alright. If you lovebirds are finished sucking face.“ Yoongi lazily knocked on the already open door of the waiting room as he leaned against the door frame. "We have an inauguration to do.”
"She said yes Yoongi!!“ Jungkook beamed ecstatically.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Like she really was going to say no? She literally moped for a week when you left, then risked her life and your child’s to save your ass from the Capitol.” Then he paused. “No, actually I can see why she would say no. You’re a pain to handle. You have my permission to reject him, Y/N. Don’t answer too hastily. Think about it first.”
You giggled as Jungkook pulled his hyung into a playful headlock and they began rough housing. The fighting hurriedly stopped though when Namjoon entered the room.
"Everyone’s waiting Jungkook.“
Jungkook grinned as he patted Namjoon’s shoulder. "Ready?”
Namjoon smiled warmly, “Of course.”
Yoongi grinned and you furrowed your brows, wondering what the three were silently communicating to each other.
"I’ll be back wifey!“ Jungkook called out cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes. "Watch your cool fiancee on the podium!”
Yoongi shoved him out the door, “Yeah, yeah. Just go. I’ll make sure your precious fiancee is watching.”
Jungkook giggled and soon disappeared with Namjoon.
"Ready, shortie?“ Yoongi called out to you and you scurried to him.
Jungkook exhaled deeply as he rolled his shoulders, waiting backstage.
"You sure you don’t want my emergency speech?” Namjoon teased.
Jungkook nudged him. “No hyung. I should at least do this much on my own.”
"Ohhh~“ Namjoon cooed. "You’ve grown up, Jungkook.”
Jungkook chuckled as the lights flashed onto the podium. “Well, wish me luck, hyung.”
Namjoon shook his head. “You don’t need luck, you rascal.”
"Probably not.“ Jungkook grinned cheekily as he stepped onto the stage.
The entire congregation stood up. Applause and cheers erupted as he stepped up to the podium. He glanced down and spotted you beside Yoongi in the front row. He winked at you playfully, and it eased his nerves to see you flustered because of it. Raising his head confidently, he looked out towards the sea of people staring at him with bright eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he began,
"As many of you know, I’m Jeon Jungkook, Leader of the Changers. While many of you have rested our victory on my shoulders, I’m afraid that I cannot take the credit at all. While I may have been the face and some of the power behind the Changers, I did not do it alone. I would not be standing here before you and you in front of me, without each other, for every class in the City played an essential and significant role in this war. You all fought for your rights and freedom that you have regained by using your skills and talents. You all fought bravely and stood tall in the face of utter darkness and oppression.
As one who has been there with you through it all, as one who has seen countless of battles these past few years, and as the last Leader of the Changers, I understand exactly the kind of person the people need to bring them forward into the New World. And what the people need from here on out is someone…not like me.”
People murmured worriedly, and Jungkook smiled as he saw your puzzled expression.
"From here on out, we will no longer be in a state of war. So what the people need is someone who understands peace, someone who is of the people, someone who has been with the people rather than on the battlefield. Someone who values life above all. While I will be the right-hand man who protects that value, I will not be the right man to lead you into the New World of Change.
So with my remaining powers as Leader of the Changers, I bestow this position to someone I know will inarguably take this power with dignified class and a good heart. The person I believe will best suit this position is none other than my Advisor–the mind, heart and soul of the City– Kim Namjoon. The very man who instilled hope and fire in all of us through the dark times, who has insurmountable knowledge and has and will use it to bring out the best in all of us, for all of us.
Everyone, I’d like you to welcome the Leader of the New World, Kim Namjoon.“
"Namjoon-hyung. Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook stated seriously in his room, a week or two after claiming the title of Leader. “I have another crazy plan. Will you listen?”
"Well the first crazy plan did actually come true.“ Yoongi snorted. "What is it this time?”
"If…“ Jungkook bit his lip. "If we really win during my reign or if Yoongi hyung, you end up stepping up to be Leader in my place, I want Namjoon hyung to take over once the war ends.”
"What?“ Namjoon gasped. "ME? A leader? Oh no, no, no. I’m not a leader.”
Jungkook laughed, “I think you’re more a leader than I am, hyung. And I believe that you’re our best chance at peace.”
Yoongi nodded and smiled. “I agree.”
Namjoon blushed. “I’m flattered but honestly, I don’t know the first thing about being a leader…”
Jungkook laid a hand on his shoulder and smiled, “Just be yourself hyung. Yoongi hyung and I believe in you so until you see it inside yourself, we’ll keep reminding you.”
Namjoon glanced at the two timidly. He was grateful for the confidence, but would he really be what was best for the world?
"Tell you what, hyung.“ Jungkook grinned. "If Yoongi hyung and I really triumph over the Oppressors, then you’ll become Leader, okay?”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “How does that work?”
"Well you thought something along the lines that it would be 'impossible’ for you to be a good leader, right?“ Jungkook laughed. "If we accomplish something people thought would be 'impossible’ for us youngsters, then it wouldn’t really be impossible now would it?”
Namjoon burst out laughing. “I get what you’re saying, but it’s ridiculous.”
"So it’s a promise, okay?“ Jungkook grinned.
"Alright.” Namjoon hooked his pinky around Jungkook’s. “Show me the impossible, kid.”
Namjoon’s lips curled up. Jungkook and Yoongi really had showed him, and it was now his turn to live up to his end of the promise. If they had faith in him enough to win the war, then he really felt like he could do the impossible for them in return. Jungkook hugged him warmly as they passed each other on stage.
"Now you could finally say your own speech.“ Jungkook winked teasingly.
Namjoon chuckled as he walked to the podium.
"Hello everyone. As Jungkook said, I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve met so many of you and had the pleasure of conversing with you already, so it seems odd to be standing so far from you when I’m used to being face-to-face.” He laughed. “But as leader, I hope to continue being someone who will stand level with you all rather than above.”
There was surprised and excited murmuring throughout the place.
"We are at the crossroad between innocence & knowledge. It is not what has happened but what we will do, moving forward that will define us. For now we see before us, a blank canvas, but inside us, hide a wide array of textbooks. For our individual experiences, our memory of these tragic times will spur us into action, so that this will never happen to our children or our children’s children and so on and so forth. For remembrance is key, for if we forget, we will not take caution, and if do not take caution, history will be doomed to repeat itself at a much greater cost. For while we progress, so too does the darkness that we triumphed. For as we rebuild and gain more, greed and jealousy are fed, ungratefulness surfaces, and we no longer will appreciate the things that we were limited and denied these past few years.
Remember these times and let the future know of it as well. Of the times when we had to ration, when we had to hide, when we were discriminated unjustly, when we had no place to call home; when our young men and women had to take up arms and fight, giving up their dreams to lend their bodies to warfare.
Everyone, we may be surrounded by destruction right now, but it is simply the beginning foundation for rebirth and reform. For without destroying the things that had bounded us for so long, we have no hope of progressing towards a better, brighter future.
One thing is for certain, we will continue to shed different aspects of ourselves as children emerging into adulthood and as adults continuing the thorny path into the unforeseeable, unknown future. We will naturally fall into temptation as part of our human nature, but we have the ability to choose, to not let those times of ill judgment define us, to rise above it as we have over the Oppressors. We have a chance to be reborn now that we have shattered our preconceptions, our limitations, and narrow view of the world.
And as the new Leader, I want to first abolish the belief that a leader is someone who rules absolute over everyone, for I do not believe that the people serve the Leader, but the Leader should serve its people. I want to build our foundations on the trust that the Oppressors lacked. Trust between the leader and its people. Trust in effective communication, and trust in relationships. Just as Jungkook said that he couldn’t win this war without you all, I can’t build the New World without everyone here, so I ask you to trust in me for I have absolute faith in you. That you will not let me stray, that you will not cower in fear when there is something to be said.“
Namjoon glanced over at you and Yoongi then to the side of the stage where Jungkook was grinning widely. He chuckled and continued,
"May we remain humble and grateful so that the darkness cannot consume us, but may we not delude ourselves and remain vigilant to the signs of corruption and evil. May we not give in to fear as we once did and let someone trample over us like we are worthless. May we have the strength to stand up and question, instead of blindly accepting. Together, let us create a stronger, better, and more admirable world than before! Thank you and please look after me.”
Namjoon stepped away from the podium and bowed deeply to everyone.
Immediately, thunderous applause filled the place. Namjoon began to tear up at everyone’s immense support happily.
A few weeks after the inauguration, Jungkook dragged you out of your still underground room like an excited puppy.
"What’s going on, Jungkook?“ You chuckled. You could practically see him wagging his tail while he led you to the surface.
"It’s a surprise!” he sang as he continued to grip your hand tightly.
You smiled as you let him lead you wherever this surprise was.
"Close your eyes. We’re almost there.“
You glanced at him skeptically, but did as he said. He placed his hands on your shoulders and maneuvered you forward for a few minutes, checking every so often whether you were peeking or not. Finally, he came to a stop and hugged you from behind.
"Open your eyes.”
Your eyes fluttered open and you gasped. In front of you was a small little cottage with a white fence and a small garden at front. It was a replica of the dream house you used to draw when you were little. It was absolutely beautiful.
"Jungkook…“ You breathed, touched beyond belief.
"Welcome home, Y/N.” he kissed your cheek as he continued to hold you.
"This is really ours?“
"Mhm. I’ve been working on it with the other guys. That’s why I haven’t been able to see you as often.”
You stared at it in awe. Your home. Yours and Jungkook’s home. Your heart welled up with emotion.
"You like?“ Jimin giggled as he stepped out of the house adjacent to yours happily. "I helped with the garden. Oh and I live here with Hoseok and Jin. We’ll be neighbors!”
You laughed, extremely touched and trying not to cry. Jimin smiled knowingly, and waved as he walked away, leaving you two alone again. You glanced at the house on the other side of yours, wondering.
"Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s.” Jungkook answered knowingly. “Can’t have the godfathers of our child too far from us.”
You smiled blissfully with tears in your eyes, turning around to face your fiancée.
"I have a name for our child already.“
He looked at you for a few seconds before asking, "What’s the name?”
You stepped back, looking up at the sun that, for the first time in years, was peeking out through the clouds. Its embrace on your skin filled you with a familiar sense of warmth that had once coursed through your body whenever a certain person had grinned brightly during the days of darkness. You smiled sadly at the memory then turned your attention back to Jungkook.
Jungkook cupped your face lovingly and rested his forehead onto yours as tears finally streamed down your cheeks. He smiled as he peppered your face and lips with gentle, chaste kisses as you fought to compose yourself.
After a long exchange of locked lips, expressing how much he truly loved you and you, him, you finally replied,
"Taehyung.“ You stared into his eyes intently. "I want to name him Taehyung. So Taehyung can see and experience the sunshine, the ground with bare feet, the garden of flowers we’re going to plant, the bright blue skies, and the New World… the future we’re going to build.”