LATER THAT NIGHT
After dinner and a hundred sarcastic burns courtesy of Ivory, Jake gently tugged her hand as the table buzzed with laughter and drinks.
"Come with me for a bit," he murmured.
Ivory glanced up. "Hmm? Scared I'll start a round two with your MV co-star?"
Jake gave her a look. "I'm terrified, actually."
They slipped away from the group and out into the cool night, weaving between tents and camera crates. The night sky stretched wide above them, the stars like pinpricks scattered in velvet.
He led her toward a quiet hill just behind the set, where the lights softened and the grass met the shadows. There, he stopped and turned to her—arms crossing, chin tucked, suddenly boyish.
"I waited for your call the whole day," he mumbled, eyes full of frustration. "I was so damn excited, and then she—she picked up. I felt like someone robbed me."
Ivory raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly were you planning to say on that call?"
Jake looked away, embarrassed. "I don't know. That I missed you. That filming's stupid without you. That I hate her perfume and I want to come home."
Ivory bit her lip, holding back a smile.
"You are so dramatic."
Jake looked at her sharply. "You pretended to be pregnant. You don't get to call me dramatic."
That made her laugh—loud and free. "Touché."
He softened, stepping closer and lacing their fingers.
"I missed you like crazy."
"I know," she said quietly. "I missed you too."
They stood there for a beat, just breathing each other in.
From down by the tents, Seulgi lingered in the shadows. She hadn't meant to follow—but seeing JungKook now, with Ivory... She saw something she never had during the entire shoot.
JungKook wasn't the untouchable idol anymore. Not the sharp-eyed professional or the silent scene partner who never looked at her twice.
He was this 'Jake'—grinning into Ivory's hair, swaying her gently as they stood in the dark. The kind of boyfriend who carried her off like a prince, laughed until his ribs ached at her jokes, got bullied in the group chat by her friends and still smiled through it all.
She swallowed, cheeks flushing in the night.
He'd never been like that with her. He never would.
And somehow... that stung more than she expected.
Back on the hill, Ivory poked his chest. "You really gonna do two whole years without me?"
Jake tightened his grip on her hand.
"I don't want to. But if you'll wait for me—I'll run back to you the second I'm done."
Ivory nodded, heart full. "Then I'll be waiting. With fake bellies, sarcastic threats, and enough petty energy to keep your life interesting."
Jake smiled softly. "God, I love you."
She smirked. "You better."
***
6 dorks + 1 Lucky Bastard
(aka Jake's Emotional Support Group)
[🐥 Jimin]
GUYS
GUYS
YOU'RE NOT READY
[🐱 Yoongi]
what is it this time
[🐯 Taehyung]
if it's another "look at my dog" moment i'm muting you again
[🐥 Jimin]
NO NO NO
I HAVE RECEIPTS
(1/10) [picture: Ivory with massive fake baby bump]
(2/10) [video: Jake dramatically carrying Ivory like she's made of glass]
(3/10) [screenshot: Mr. Lee and Manager Hyung acting like nervous midwives]
(4/10) [audio clip: Seulgi whispering "oh my god oh my god is she really pregnant?"]
(5/10) [picture: Jake's death glare when he realizes Seulgi answered Ivory's call]
[🧠 Namjoon]
OH MY GOD
[🐯 Taehyung]
NOT THE BABY BUMP LMAO
[🐱 Yoongi]
this is better than any kdrama i've watched this year
[🐥 Jimin]
WAIT THERE'S MORE
(6/10) [picture: samgyeopsal dinner with Ivory side-eyeing Seulgi across the table]
(7/10) [video: Ivory casually saying "it's okay, not everyone knows how to respect other people's boyfriends" with the sweetest smile]
(8/10) [selfie: Jimin dying inside trying not to laugh]
(9/10) [video: Seulgi choking on her lettuce wrap while Ivory sips water like a queen]
(10/10) [picture: Jake nervously grilling meat for Ivory while Seulgi looks ready to cry]
[🐿️ Hoseok]
BRO
I'M DEAD
[🧠 Namjoon]
Petition to give Ivory the Best Actress award
[🐱 Yoongi]
and Jimin gets Best Supporting Actor
[🐥 Jimin]
THANK YOU. i ACCEPT. i'd like to thank my parents, the academy, and Seulgi for providing so much material
[🐯 Taehyung]
someone pls leak this to dispatch
jungkook's fans will worship ivory as their queen
[🐥 Jimin]
also for the record, Jake is still flying straight to voicemail.
Ivory's last message: "if you're my global superstar boyfriend, don't call me."
[🐰 Jungkook] (seen):
[voice note]
"hyungs please help me she's going to kill me i swear she smiled at me like a shark during dinner"
[🐱 Yoongi]
you're on your own bro
good luck
***
After the legendary dinner and the viral prank post, Jake dragged Ivory back to the villa like a man on a mission. No cameras. No stylists. Just Jake, vibrating with playful vengeance.
He shut the bedroom door with a quiet click, turning to her with narrowed eyes and a dangerous grin.
"You thought that was funny?" he asked, voice low, hands slowly pulling off his jacket.
Ivory, still high off her own genius, shrugged smugly.
"Little bit, yeah. Did you see Seulgi's face? Worth every euro in jet fuel."
Jake took a step closer, eyes locked on hers.
"So you want a baby now, huh?"
His voice dipped like velvet soaked in trouble.
Ivory's smugness shattered.
"Wh—wait. No, I—"
Jake cornered her gently against the bedframe, lips grazing her ear.
"You want me to plant the seed for real this time?"
A scandalized, squealing "JAKE!!" burst out of her as she fell onto the bed laughing.
"Too late, prankster," he smirked. "You asked for it."
And before she could crawl away, he tackled her—soft and laughing—his hands a blur of revenge tickles and fake scolding.
"You think you can prank me and just get away with it?"
"I—can't breathe—stop—Jake I'm sorry—"
Jake ignored her cries of mercy, showering her with kisses all over her face, neck, and collarbones, his voice muffled between pecks.
"How dare you be so hot and evil at the same time?"
Ivory finally caught her breath, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in mock defeat,
"Fine. Punish me then."
Jake paused.
Eyebrow. Raised.
Oh no.
She unlocked him.
The playfulness slowed, his voice now thick and soft.
"Say that again."
Ivory blinked, immediately regretting her dramatics.
"N-nothing. I didn't say—"
Too late. He kissed her full on the lips, deep and slow, stealing the last of her breath and her resolve.
What started as a prank ended in soft sheets, tangled limbs, and whispered apologies between heated laughter and teasing threats.
The night faded to echoes of laughter... soft moans...
And Jake swearing he's never letting her out of his arms again.
***
The sun seeped in through the cracks of the blinds, casting a warm glow over the villa's bedroom. Jake was up early—for once—humming to himself as he moved around the kitchen shirtless, a mess of flour dust on his shoulder and a smug grin on his face.
Inside the bedroom, a very unglamorous Ivory groaned.
She rolled onto her back, flinching.
"Oh my God," she mumbled. "What did I do to deserve this..."
Her body ached, her legs refused to move, and her pride had quietly exited stage left somewhere around round three. Maybe four. Who was counting? (Jake. Jake was.)
From the kitchen, Jake called, voice way too chipper,
"Good morning, Miss 'Let's Prank My Boyfriend Into Thinking I'm Pregnant In Front of the Entire MV Staff'!"
Ivory buried her face in the pillow and groaned louder.
"I said I was sorry! I'm never doing that again. You're a maniac! I said one night and you—"
"—You faked a five-month pregnancy!" Jake interrupted, walking in with a tray of breakfast. "You don't just walk away from that like it's a joke, baby."
She peeked up with one eye.
"I literally couldn't walk after you were done, Jake."
He howled.
"Revenge, sweetheart. Sweet, sweet revenge. You think I forgot Jeju? That night you teased me, looking all dangerous in that yellow bikini and then passed out right after just two glasses of soju cocktail?"
Ivory let out a high-pitched offended gasp.
"I WAS BLEEDING THAT TIME!"
"I HAD A BONER AND HOPES!" he shot back, setting the tray down like a man with a grudge and a spatula. "Now eat this and hydrate. Doctor's orders."
She muttered something about filing a domestic complaint but sat up, wincing like an old woman, grabbing the pillow to cover her chest as Jake stood proudly watching her struggle like he hadn't been her demise.
She took a sip of orange juice and mumbled,
"You're lucky you're hot."
He leaned down and pecked her on the lips, whispering,
"And you're lucky I didn't actually knock you up. Yet."
Ivory choked on her juice.
Jake just grinned like the maniac he was.
Later that day, Ivory was finally vertical again, wrapped in Jake's oversized shirt with her hair up in a bun, sipping a ginger tea like the brave soldier she was. Her legs still wobbled when she walked, and every now and then she'd mutter "never again" under her breath like a cursed mantra.
Jake was scrolling through his tablet, reviewing some campaign drafts. Shirtless. Glasses on. The "husband on a business call" aesthetic was lethal.
"Hey, babe?" he called, not looking up.
"Yes, Daddy?" Ivory smirked behind her mug.
The screen went dark.
Jake blinked. Once. Twice.
Ivory took another sip, acting like she didn't just blow his mental motherboard.
"...W-what did you just say?" he asked, voice cracking mid-word like a teen hitting puberty.
She tilted her head innocently. "Oh nothing. Just wondering if Daddy was gonna let me ride his motorcycle again later."
Jake literally dropped the tablet. Thunk.
"Ivory—"
"Or maybe Daddy's gonna cook again for his good girl?" she continued, biting her lip.
Jake looked like a man hanging onto the last thread of his sanity.
"I swear to God, Ivory, if you keep saying that—"
"Daddy."
He lunged.
She shrieked with laughter, bolting across the room—well, limping dramatically while yelling "OW, I'M DELICATE!"—until Jake caught her from behind and tackled her onto the couch.
"You wanna play dangerous, huh?" he growled against her ear.
She was screaming from laughter, face red, as she writhed under him. "I was kidding! I was KIDDING!"
"Too late," Jake said, pinning her arms. "Now Daddy's gonna handle you."
Jimin walking in with iced coffee like a peace offering—only to see Ivory pinned under Jake, both of them flushed and breathless, and Jake whispering something entirely unholy into her ear.
He freezes. Slowly backs up.
"...I—I'll just... leave this here on the table. I didn't see anything. I need bleach. I need to call my therapist. My innocent eyes."
(Poor Jimin)
Ivory's laughing so hard she can't breathe.
Jake? Doesn't even flinch. Just yells after him:
"Bro, knock next time! There's a whole door!"
Jimin, from the hallway: "I thought y'all were watching Netflix! NOT PRODUCING IT!"