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make a home out of you | jungkook [1/2]

jungkook | reader  
genre: angst, slight fluff, future smut 
word count: 9.192
warnings: use/mentions of alcohol, mild language
summary: it’s the small, quirky details that help you remember how much you loved him despite it being years since you’ve seen each other, or make you realize that maybe, you’ve never really stopped loving him in the first place.



There were times where you found comfort in the overwhelming, busy, and bustling metropolis you were raised in. It must’ve been years ago, back when you were bound in the suburbs but your ten-year-old heart would always shake in glee whenever your parents took you out of the house for a drive. The skyscraping and minimal buildings were something that you loved a lot. Your eyes would always look out the window of your dad’s car as your mouth gaped open, struck mesmerized by the towers that disappeared into the clouds. You were always jealous of your relatives who got to live in apartments, in such easy access to the city.

It was such an unfit preference for a kid. Most girls your age would’ve been content with going to the park, playgrounds, going over to a friend’s to build forts and make up ridiculous fantasies until the sun comes up. Not you. You were a city girl, despite growing up in a small housing complex. You had always promised yourself to move into the city when you grew older. Your dreams were quite… unique. Living in castles and marrying a handsome prince were never in your agenda. You wanted to live in an apartment and have a beautiful view that overlooked the metropolitan, one that you could always look at as you enjoyed whatever adult drink you had in mind then. You had heard of New York, Las Vegas, Paris, but none of those could compare what Seoul made you feel. Seoul was yours. The vast city was your little secret, your very own wonderland. 

It was nice while it lasted, though.

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Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 6)

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Part 5

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Madison smirked as she looked at you and Harry. 

Your eyes widen and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. “M-Madison what are you doing here?” You said quickly. 

“Oh, I followed you. You were acting a bit strangely, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” she said. 

Harry looked at you and then over at her. 

“Oh, forgive me, I’m being incredibly rude. I’m Madison. I work with Y/N,” she said holding out her hand. 

“Hi,” Harry said looking at you. He could tell that you were freaking out on the inside and that this wasn’t good for you that you were being seen with him. 

“You followed me?” You said. “I can’t believe you and this- this isn’t what it looks like,” 

“And what does it look like exactly?” She smirked. 

“We’re not on a date or something. We’re uh… doing a follow-up article,” you lied. 

“Follow-up article?” She laughed. “The one where you completely trashed him and said he sucked?” 

“You mean the one that you wrote?” you smirked. 

“I-I didn’t write that. I’m just simply your editor,” she said quickly. “And as your editor, I’m pretty sure that you know that you have to run ideas through me first.” 

“Well, I uh… I was, but I wanted to make sure Harry was on board with the article first before I pitched the idea to you,” you lied. 

“Well, then Harry, on you on board with this new article?” She asked him. 

“I uh… yeah… I am,” he coughed. 

“Excellent,” she smiled. “And it’s good to know that you were working and not on a date because that would violate our company’s policy and I would hate to have to let you go over something like sleeping with a client.” 

“Yeah, you don’t have to worry about that, so if you don’t mind we need to get back to our meeting,” you said with a smile. 

“Oh, right, we’ll don’t take too long okay, we need you back at the office,” she said. “Since this is your first day back.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” you sighed. 

“Great, and it was wonderful to meet you, Harry,” she said touching his shoulder. 

“Yeah, same here,” he said shrugging her hand off. 

Madison turned around and walked out the door and Harry looked over at you. 

“What the hell was that about?” He asked. 

“That was Madison,” you rolled your eyes. “The bitch at the office.” 

“I can see why she has that reputation,” he mumbled. 

“Yep and now she’s probably going to start a rumor that I’m sleeping with you or something and now I’m gonna have to come up with another article to write about you,” you groaned. 

Harry sighed. “I know that us being together would cause an issue, but what if you went to your boss and just told her about us,” he said. “You only wrote that one article about me, so am I still really considered a client.” 

“Yes, because at any time our magazine could write something about you,” you sighed. 

“I remember when I first met you, you said that you didn’t want to work there anymore, so would it really be all that bad if you came clean about us,” he said. 

“Yes, it would be,” you said. “Working there is my job, it pays my bills. I can’t just jeopardize that.” 

“I understand that, but how long are you just going to pretend that we’re not together?” He asked. “Because as long as you work there, you can’t technically be with me.” 

“Are you seriously asking me to quit my job?” You asked. “Because in case you didn’t realize, we’re not all millionaires Harry. Some of us actually have to go to a nine to five office job and live pay check to pay check.” 

“Of course I know that, but I also know that there are other jobs out there that you can do. My sister is a freelancer, she can help you, I’m sure of it. And I can help you financially if you need it,” he said. 

You looked at him. “Harry, we’ve only been dating for a few weeks, I would never ask you for money,” you said. “I’m not someone who needs a man to take care of them.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed. “I’m lucky enough that I get to do what I love and I want you to be able to do the same. When I talked about traveling the world and writing pieces on that, your whole face lit up and I saw the longing for doing that. Maybe this is your chance to finally do that and you wouldn’t have to hide anything.” 

“I don’t know,” you sighed looking down. 

“You don’t have to decide now, love, but its just something to think about,” he whispered. 


After lunch, you quickly went back to the office. You weren’t exactly looking forward to it and you would have much rather spent time with Harry, although after the little run in with Madison everything sort of shifted a bit between you. 

You understood where Harry was coming from. You didn’t want to hide your relationship with him forever, but you couldn’t just lose your job over it. But he was right, you didn’t want to work for the magazine anymore because it wasn’t something that you believed in. However, he had to realize that not everyone was as lucky as he was to be able to get a chance to live out his dream. 

And his offer to help you out with money if you needed, it was very generous, but you couldn’t believe he would offer that. You didn’t want his money and you definitely didn’t want to look like you were living off of it. 

You were at your desk contemplating everything that you completely forgot that you now had to come up with an article to write up about Harry about. It shouldn’t have been that hard, but you were trying to come up with an idea that Madison couldn’t possibly twist into making you look bad again. 

You were chewing on your pen when you heard someone knock on your office door. When you looked up, you saw your boss standing there. You quickly sat up and put your pen on the desk. 

“H-Hi, Rachel,” you said quickly. 

“Good afternoon, Y/N,” she said. “Do you have a minute?” 

“Yes, of course,” you nodded.

She walked in and shut the door behind her. That was never a good sign. Whatever she wanted to talk about was serious and private. She walked over and sat down at the extra chair by your desk and you turned your chair to face her. 

“Y/N, it’s come to my attention that you’ve been a little off lately,” she said. 

“What do you mean?” You asked confused. 

“Well, you’ve been working from home more, there’s been reports of you and your editor having arguments, and now I’m hearing that you’re working on pieces without getting the proper approvals,” she said. “And there may be some fraternization with a client.” 

You bit the inside of your lip to hold back the anger that was building inside of you. You knew who was behind this and you wanted nothing more than to walk into her office and give her a piece of your mind, but you knew that if there was any hope of saving your job that would ruin it. 

“I have been going through some personal things lately,” you admitted. “But I don’t feel it’s affected my work.” 

“Y/N, you’re one of our best journalists and I would hate to lose you, but I think it would better for yourself if you took some time off,” she said. 

“Are you firing me?” You asked. 

“No, not at all. You said you’re going through some personal things, so I’m suggesting you take a few weeks off,” she said. 

“But what about my deadlines?” You asked. 

“If you have any pieces finished, we’ll edit those and publish them when they were originally due to be published, but if not, Madison will assign those to someone else within the company,” she said. 

“Do I get a choice in this?” You sighed. 

“I’m afraid not,” she said. “You can start this afternoon.” 

You sat back in your chair as she got up to leave. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were being forced to take time off and you weren’t even the one doing anything wrong. You shut down your computer and grabbed your bag, along with the flowers that Harry had sent earlier that day. 

You walked right past Madison’s office without saying a word and headed straight out of the office. You were livid. You were so upset that you found yourself tearing up as you drove. You didn’t want to go home and be by yourself, so you drove straight to Harry’s house. 


When you got to his house, Harry was already opening the door and taking you into his arms. Angry tears were streaming down your face as he carried you over to the couch in the living room. 

“I’m so fucking pissed!” You said. “God, she just- I don’t know why but she wants to fucking ruin my life and she’s on the way there.” 

“What happened?” He asked. 

“When I got back to the office, my boss came in to talk to me,” you sniffed wiping your eyes. “She said I’d been acting off lately and that I should take a few weeks off to deal with any sort of personal matter that might be affecting my work.” 

“She didn’t even give you a choice?” He asked.

“Nope, she tried to act like she was doing me a favor,” you scoffed. 

He sighed. “I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered. “I feel horrible for you and I know I’m not exactly helping with what I said at lunch.” 

“But you were right,” you sighed. “I don’t want to work there anymore, I haven’t wanted to work there for a while, but I just can’t quit or lose my job there, not until I’ve at least found something else.” 

“Well, maybe you should use the time you’re being forced to take off to look for something else,” he said. “Maybe I could help, I have friends that are journalists.” 

“I would love to take you up on that offer, but I don’t want to seem like I’m using you,” you whispered. 

“Hey, baby, you’re not using me. You’re my girlfriend and I care about you, me helping you and being there for you is not the same thing as using me. Using me would if you were only with me because of who I am and the connections I have and not having any feelings towards me,” he said. 

“Well, I obviously have feelings for you,” you laughed laying your head on his shoulder. 

“That’s good to know,” he joked laying his head on top of yours. “But you know, with you having the next few weeks off, you’re more than welcome to join me when I travel for promo. I know you decided to come with me to Paris, but if you want to come with me to New York and LA, I would love that.” 

“Wouldn’t it be a little crazy with me going though?” You asked. “I mean I know the last time you were in New York fans were following you, don’t you think it might be worse if I’m there?” 

“It might be, but we can figure things out and trust me when I saw that I would never let anyone hurt you or put you in danger,” he said. 

“I know,” you smiled. “And if you want me to go, then I’ll go.” 

“Really? You will,” he perked up. 

“Of course, I know how big those weeks are going to be for you and I want to be there to support you. Besides, it’s not like I’ll have anything to do here and I’d hate to be away from you for that long,” you smiled. 

“Yes!” He smirked pulling you onto his lap. “I can’t wait! I’m going to plan all sorts of things for us to do,” he smiled. 

“Not too many things. You’ll have your own things to do,” you said. 

“I will, but I’m going to make time for you,” he smiled. 

You giggled,” Now that, that’s settled, shall we put a movie in?” 

“We could… or we could…” he smirked leaning to kiss you. 

You giggled into the kiss and turned your body so that you were facing him in a more comfortable position. 

That day was such a stressful day, but having Harry to confide him meant everything to you. It was then that you started to realize that you were on your way to falling in love with Harry Styles and you were both terrified and thrilled. 


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