A/n- Last chapter guys. This is the end. Don't forget to read the footnote though.

1 month later~

Lisa's pov~

"There's most likely a camera in here."

The words left me in a moan as Jungkook's frantic mouth moved down my exposed neck. Biting my lip, I tilted my head, baring more skin for his rough, wet kisses.

My stylist was going to kill me when she saw the hickeys.

I couldn't care less.

"So?", I could hear his smirk against my collarbone. "You wanna put on a show?"

The steady hum of the elevator ascending to the top floor created a contrasting harmony to our own moans and curses. Jungkook had pressed me up against the elevator wall as soon as the doors had closed.

I swear to god, he really was the energiser bunny sometimes. His horniness knew no limits when it came to me.

"Or we could create our own sex tape and sell it. We'll become millionaires.", he teased, playfully biting the sensitive crook of my neck.

I smacked his rock hard thigh in reply. My own palm stung but I doubt he felt anything. "You're already a millionaire, you penthouse owning jerk."

He pulled back with a displeased frown and a cute pout. His dark, overlong hair was tousled from my fingers, some of it falling into his eyes in that hot-anime-guy way.

From sex god to adorable bunny in a second. How is he legal?

"You own it too. I bought it for the both of us."

I narrowed my eyes. "And what was wrong with the apartment you already owned?"

"Well, many things." He counted on his fingers with a contemplative expression on his face. "One, it didn't have a swimming pool. This one does, so now I can finally see you in a bikini."

My eyes widened with outrage but he overrode my ire.

"Second,", he quickly pecked my forehead with a smile. "It didn't have a big kitchen and I know you like big kitchens."

My heart melted at his thoughtfulness.

But he muttered an add-on under his breath. "Even though you can't cook for shit."

I hit his thigh again. I have a fetish for his thighs, okay. Don't judge me.

Circling his arms around my waist, he pulled me into his chest. As his hand lovingly caressed my cheek, his eyes flickered to where the bandages used to be on my shoulder. Even after a month, he still wasn't over my brief stint at the hospital. Sometimes I had to remind him I wasn't actually a fragile doll, especially when we were making love and he insisted on kissing every inch of my previously-bruised shoulder.

He looked up with the most sincere expression I had ever seen on him. "And most importantly, it has enough space for all of your stuff. And mine."

I bit my lip to suppress a smile. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, I want to hoard your stuff and sell it to blinks on ebay. Of course I'm asking you to move in with me."

I snickered. "Let's just see it first, okay."

Right on time the elevator dinged, the doors opening to a foyer so grand, my eyeballs almost came out to roll on the floor like they show in cartoons.

He chuckled, leading me inside with a hand on my back. "Already surprised?"

To reach the penthouse Jungkook had to use a keycard and a special code in the elevator. This whole floor of opulence and luxury belonged to him. Or both of us, as he so insisted. Though I still couldn't believe how he'd kept this a secret from me.

As we stepped in, the first thing I noticed were the floor to ceiling windows on all sides. The panoramic view of the city from so high above made me speechless.

My gaze moved inward and I felt Jungkook tense beside me. He was waiting for my judgment.

I had expected a big cold place, but surprisingly the decor was rustic and cozy. Wooden floors and warm toned furniture made it look more welcoming. The huge living room had sprawling dark sofas and rugs, with cushions everywhere. Little potted plants in nooks and crannies were a nice touch. Exactly what I liked.

Walking towards the big open kitchen, I couldn't contain my smile. It was big, afterall, with state of the art appliances and silestone countertops. My father would be proud.

A nervous Jungkook approached me silently, clearly perturbed at my continued silence. "We can checkout the bedrooms if you want. You can choose which one you'd like us to sleep in. And the pool outside—

I kissed him, cutting off his nervous rambling. Immediately he relaxed, kissing me back with fervour.

Pulling back, I nipped his lower lip with a smile. "I love it. It's like you knew exactly what I like."

He appeared offended. "I do know exactly what you like. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?"

Pursuing his lips, he continued, suddenly apprehensive again. "So, now you've seen it. What's your answer?"

I wanted to say yes but something nagging in my brain made my smile falter. "I—"

He frowned. "What is it?"

"The fans." He understood as soon as I said those words but I still continued. "Army has barely accepted me. And I understand, they don't want another Tzuyu situation to happen to you. Don't you think it's a little bit too fast for them? Besides many of them don't like me at all—"

"It's our life not theirs.", he gave me a reassuring smile, though I could tell it was strained.

This was a sore subject for him. The Armys' reluctant acceptance of me grated on his nerves but his love for his fans made him helpless. It was a tug-of-war from hell. Me or his fans.

Thankfully, a good number of them accepted that we both made each other happy and it wasn't their business who we did or didn't date.

Still, we could never please everyone.

Squeezing me into him, he spoke softly into my hair. "Don't worry about any of that right now, doll. They'll understand eventually. Just tell me, yes or no?"

I smiled so big. "Yes."

He whooped with joy, his face lighting up like Christmas lights as he picked me up and spun me around in his arms.

Dropping me unceremoniously on the nearby comfy couch, he was immediately on top of me. "You just made my year, doll. I can't tell you how happy I am. I love you so much."

He peppered my face with kisses and I giggled underneath him, his joy contagious.

"I love you too. Even though you're so whipped.", I teased.

He smirked down at me. "Oh, am I? Weren't you the one who bought a life sized BT21 cooky last week?"

I blushed. "So what? I like rabbits."

"I know.", he snickered.

I made to hit his thigh again but he caught my hand in his, pressing it against something even harder than his thigh. My breath left me as my heartbeat increased at his suddenly hooded gaze. Horny kookie was back.

"This couch needs a little breaking-in, don't you think?", he spoke softly, his hand already tugging up my t-shirt.

And I was a goner. Like a woman possessed I threw off my shirt in a second, hungrily attacking his lips with mine.

He groaned into my mouth, his hands reaching behind my back to unclip my bra.

Suddenly, Jungkook's heavenly voice singing Begin blared throughout the living room.

Shit, my ringtone.

Our makeout session interrupted, Jungkook pouted as I fished out my phone from my back pocket. Seeing Jisoo's name I answered immediately.

"Unnie?"

"LISA! Get here, asap! Jennie and Yoongi are about to kill each other!"

I frowned, completely thrown off. Looking at Jungkook, he seemed equally confused at Jisoo's shouts.

Then two very familiar voices screaming at each other could be heard over the speaker.

Jennie.

"YOU BASTARD! You sabotaged me on purpose!! I'm going to fucking kill you!!"

And Yoongi.

"I knew you were a crazy fucking bitch!! Girls like you need to be taught a lesson!!"

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I'll post an epilogue but otherwise, this is it guys.

I can't believe Just One Day is finally coming to an end. I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it.

Yoongi and Jennie will have their own story, though idk when I'll release their book yet. I'll let you know.

Epilogue will be out in a few days.