8 years later~

Jungkook's pov~

If somebody had told my 21-year old self that I'd be performing solo at a sold out dome by the time I was 29, I would have wholeheartedly agreed with them and patted them on their back.

Or if somebody had told me that I would be winning a daesang for my very own album, that person would have been my best friend for life.

But if someone had told me I would be an engaged man at 29, I would have snorted and laughed at their joke till my sides hurt.

The joke was on me though.

My fiancée sat beside me on the ornate chairs this year's MAMA staff had decided were to be the idol seating area. Her hand tightly grasped in mine, our thighs touching, as the nominees for Album of the Year were displayed on the massive screen for the stadium sized crowd of fans to gawk at.

I closed my eyes. I was nervous. Ridiculous, I know. We'd received enough trophies in our lifetime to fill an olympic sized swimming pool.

Maybe it was my vanity talking but this award was special. Not only because it would be my first very own daesang but more so because for the first time the love of my life was there to cheer for me when I received it. I didn't want to disappoint Lisa.

"Jungkook, are you okay?", Lisa whispered in my ear, glancing down at my thumb which was rubbing agitated circles on her wrist.

"Yeah, love.", I sighed, bringing her hand to my
mouth to kiss her palm in reassurance.

I'm sure the fansites were having a field day at our closeness.

Peering at the other end of our table, I caught the eye of three of my hyungs who were here with me today.  Jimin, Taehyung and Jin ,all looking as handsome and charming as they did 8 years ago.

Namjoon and Hoseok were currently enlisted, approaching discharge soon. Bangtan was still together and stronger than ever, though we  had had to take a hiatus from group activities for a year, each of us taking the time to further our solo careers.

Jin was the first to speak up, his eyes communicating the sincerity of his words. "I'm proud of you, maknae, no matter if you win the daesang or not. And even though they're not here to support you tonight, the rest of your hyungs feel the same way."

"You're so cheesy, hyung.", Jimin muttered, sulking as he eyed Lisa and Rosé seated beside me and Taehyung.

He had been throwing a tantrum all day, because Jisoo couldn't attend MAMA due to her nephew's birthday. Jimin had wanted to ditch the awards too to be with his girlfriend but we had to gently remind him that he was nominated for two categories and couldn't behave like a little child.

"Shut up and grow up, Jimin. Don't ruin this for Jungkook.", Taehyung chastised. Though nobody could see it, he probably had his hand entwined with Rosé's under the table.

His acting career had taken off, with his latest film achieving international success. The fact that Rosé had composed and sung the soundtrack for it had made the public even more reassured of their involvement with each other. The two of them still remained mum over the issue though, wanting to preserve their privacy as long as they could.

I smiled at their bickering. If Yoongi hyung was here he would have shut them up with just one glare. But Jennie was approaching the 8th month of her pregnancy and Yoongi had chosen to stay home and take care of his wife rather than attend, even though several of the songs he had produced were nominated. We had taken the awards on his behalf.

I felt Lisa nudge me with her shoulder, a subtle attempt to get my attention. Smiling, I turned to face her, wanting to kiss her adorable pouty mouth.

Her huge brown eyes were looking at me as if I hung the moon and even after all these years I couldn't comprehend what I'd done to deserve her.

"What is it, doll?", I questioned when her inquisitive eyes prodded my face for something.

She could read me like a book. "You're scared."

I pursed my lips and glanced at the stage. The MCs had appeared to announce the results as the armys roared my name, wanting me to win.

My heart was galloping in my chest now and I was sure Lisa could hear the hammering.

"I am."

"Don't be.", she smiled.

And the Album of the Year goes to...

Just as the MC shouted my name, Lisa leaned in to whisper something in my ear.

~

Lisa's pov~

"I'm pregnant."

Jungkook went as still as a statue, slowly turning to me, looking like he'd forgotten where he was and what he was here for as his mouth hung open in shock.

The cameras were recording his reaction but for a completely different reason.

He blinked at me in amazement, and I noticed the watery shine in his eyes. "Y-you're serious?"

I nodded just as his hyungs stood up, clapping and patting his back, making him stand up. They hugged his shocked self in pride and Rosé congratulated him.

On autopilot he moved towards the stage as if dazed, gulping and looking back at me several times as I smiled at him in encouragement.

He looked like a lost robot, distractedly taking the trophy and standing before the mic, still glancing towards me with his mouth open.

He looked so cute. I was going to record and watch his reaction on repeat for the rest of my life. I was going to show it to our future son or daughter when they grew up.

I had known I was pregnant for two weeks now, just waiting for the right moment to tell Jungkook. His scared self had propelled me to blurt it out and now he looked like he couldn't care less about the trophy.

"I um.", he spoke into the mic, his gaze roaming over the gigantic crowd absentmindedly.

He swallowed, just as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I'm sorry, I..", he let out a disbelieving laugh. "I'm so grateful to everyone here tonight."

And then he sought my gaze and held it with his own, and I knew he was speaking to me. "I-I can't process this properly, I'm still in shock. But I'm so so thankful for everything you've done. You've made me happier than I've ever been in my life and I swear I'll cherish this moment for a lifetime."

Biting his lip, he let his tears flow freely. The camera panned to several fans in the crowd crying as well.

He continued, his eyes holding me prisoner with his love and adoration. "I don't deserve this but I promise I'll be a better person. I promise I'll make you proud of me."

Not able to hold my own tears, I cupped my mouth to resist sobbing like a little girl. I shook my head, what an idiot, doesn't he know my world revolves around him already.

He raised the trophy high in the air, finally looking at the crowd. "To many more years together. The future is going to be wonderful."

He finished with a cheeky grin, winking at me. "I promise I'll give you more of me to love."

Foreshadowing much?

~

Later that night, he made slow, sweet and gentle love to me, worshiping every inch of my body. Placing loving kisses on my stomach, he told me he couldn't wait to meet our little one.
He also told me our marriage date was getting preponed, no questions asked.

Now as I held him in my arms, his breath soothing my neck as he slumbered, one hand still cupping my belly, I smiled to myself in the dark.

We had come a long way. From being rude strangers in an elevator to this very moment in each other's arms and we had a lifetime to look forward to. I believed in us and I believed in our love.

I kissed Jungkook's forehead, closing my eyes on one last thought.

I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

~•~•~

Epilogue inspired by S.C Stephen's Reckless.

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