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These Things Take Time (Yandere! Supernatural! Taehyung x Reader)

Synopsis: There's something wrong with your boyfriend Taehyung. At least, you think it's him.

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Trigger warnings: yandere behavior, psychological gaslighting, violence, gore, some heavy making out, strong language, AFAB reader (she/her) I'm sure I'm missing some but you know me and what I write lol

Authors note: just a real quick thank you to @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop for having beta read and brainstormed with me literally a year ago about this fic that I never published until now.

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He passionately thrusted her against the wall, mouthing at her neck while muttering disgusting things that he was going to do to her.

It was foul…

It was taboo…

It was…..

Your fingers paused and hovered over the keyboard, the constant clicking of your writing coming to a sudden halt.

Your eyes scanned the last few lines, lips instinctively mouthing the words and checking the overall flow of the plot.

Your two main characters were about to fuck each other’s brains out after a long ‘will they or won’t they’ that spanned well over a dozen chapters.

There should be a feeling of torture, a feeling of relief, a feeling of frenzied lust that just couldn’t contain itself anymore and combusted within the contents of these pages.

That is what you desperately wanted your loyal readers to experience when they get to this scene.

Yet when reading the long-awaited buildup, you felt nothing.

You cared for every character you created like a mother does their child, them getting their happy endings was just as important to you as it was to them. So why did you feel so numb and dissociated from everything you’ve been typing the past hour?

You released a disillusioned sigh and leaned back into your chair. Your eyes stung from staring at a screen for so long and your limbs ached to be stretched with hours of immobility.

Writer’s block was a bitch.

Unlike other skills, writing was one of the few expertise that working harder at it won’t guarantee a better outcome. You could type away until your fingers were bruised and bloody, but it doesn’t mean anything you wrote would be worth shit. Writing was a talent and it came and went as it pleased. And right now it was gone.

Which left you very depressed and your editor very pissed.

You gave up the fight and reluctantly closed your laptop. Then stood to your full height, to give your back a much-needed stretch.

‘I tried today. And that’s okay. I’ll try again tomorrow.’ You thought to yourself, half heartedly taking your therapist’s advice to acknowledge your efforts and not just the outcomes.

When in a creative slump, it has been said that reading other works can be a source of inspiration. Can’t be a good writer yourself, then go out and read a good writer. With this thought in mind, you slowly exited your office and descended down the stairs.

Last week your mom sent you a book she recommended, and you’ve been so busy trying to finish your own novel that you just tossed it somewhere and haven’t touched or looked for it since. Though, you were almost certain you caught sight of it on the coffee table yesterday.

When you stepped into the living room, you spotted a familiar figure standing by the large bay window.

The sight tugged a small fond smile onto your face.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of six months.

He was strikingly attractive, tall, kind and clearly didn’t know his own worth because not only was he dating you, but he also agreed to move into this secluded farmhouse while you tried to finish your book. He assured that he could use this time and space to focus on his paintings as well, but you knew deep down he just didn’t want to leave you alone out in the middle of nowhere.

Right now only his profile was facing you, his alluring feline eyes staring at the raining scene outside, dark brows furrowed in heavy thought. He looked to be biting on his lower lip, a habit you’ve never seen before, but you supposed you two have only been dating for a few months so there was probably a whole world of little quirks you didn’t know of yet.

The scene was a bit intense, as you weren’t used to your usually cheerful boyfriend looking so ponderous. Yet you shrugged it off and just assumed he was most likely brainstorming his next painting. Taehyung was your first artist boyfriend and your friends did warn you that they could be a bit dramatic.

You quickly surveyed the room and indeed located the book on the coffee table. While reaching for it you called out, “Hey love?”

Taehyung snapped his neck at a speed too fast for your liking, instantly facing you with eyes wide and blown out in what you could only assume was shock.

You giggled, thinking he was too absorbed in his own world that he probably just now noticed your presence.

“I know I said I wanted pasta for dinner but how about we order some chinese instead?” You asked. Taehyung didn’t say anything, eyes still wide in unknown revelation, entirely unmoving. You continued, “This weather makes me not want to do anything, and I know you complain about the delivery time but we could just reheat the food if it gets here cold.”

It seemed like forever but Taehyung eventually nodded.

He then turned to face the window again.

You inwardly sighed and guessed he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of chinese. He always complained that you didn’t take care of yourself and how you needed home cooked meals rather than greasy takeout. But when creatively burnt out like this, you tended to just reach for the doordash because the act of cooking seemed entirely too much for you.

Hoping to butter him up, you tipped toed from behind and wrapped your arms around him. You nuzzled your face into his back and took a deep breath, enjoying the familiar scent of his outrageously expensive cologne. His body seemed to melt into your hold, tense posture suddenly limp and calm.

You reached up and pecked his cheek, grinning when you caught sight of his lips twitching upwards. Harmless manipulation complete, you trudged out the room with a lukewarm “Thanks honey!”

You skipped up the stairs and made a left into a hallway, quickly getting into the bedroom and preparing to plop into the heavenly crumpled mess of sheets and blankets, when an unexpected sound caused you to still.

The front door was opening.

Afraid of a possible home invasion, you rushed out to see what was happening.

The door was wide open and emerging into the home…was Taehyung.

His hair and jacket was drenched from the rain, four or so heaping grocery bags in his hold as he looked up the stairs at you with a tired smile.

“Hey baby, can you give me a hand with some of this? I got some sauce for the pasta and picked up some other stuff we were running low on.”

Time stood still.

Your jaw dropped in bewilderment.

Your mind struggling to process this odd collapse of reality.

The nearest grocery store was, at its quickest, still a twenty-minute drive into town.

There was just no way Taehyung was able to leave and get back in the same time it took for you to get up the stairs and into your room.

No one can be in two places at once.

What the fuck was going on?

You just saw him. You just talked to him. You just smelled him. You just touched him.

Taehyung’s gaze worriedly ran up and down your face, correctly detecting that something was dreadfully wrong. He kicked the door closed behind him and rather ungracefully dropped the bags, hastily stepping over some of the falling items to race up the steps and take you in his hold.

“Y/n? Baby what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! Did something happen while I was gone?” He fretted.

“I-w-what-you-j-just-living room…” You stammered, not even being able to bring yourself to voice what was happening.

“What? What about the living room? You’re not making any sense.”

You gulped, looking up at him with fear. “T-Tae, I could’ve sworn I just saw you in the living room. I talked to you.”

Your boyfriend’s face dropped.

“Y/n, get in the bedroom and lock the door behind you.”

You irritably huffed while blinking away oncoming tears, realizing Taehyung didn’t quite understand what you were saying. “No! Not like an intruder! It was you.”

“I’m right here Y/n. I just got back from the market. I haven’t been home in the past hour. There’s no way you just saw me in this house.” He slowly explained, as if you were having some mental breakdown and needed to be talked off the ledge.

Your temper rose. “No shit Kim Taehyung! That’s why I’m scared! Do you have a twin brother or something? Or did you come into the living room before going back to the car to get the groceries?”

Taehyung backed away from you, clearly put off by your outburst. “No? First off, you know I’m an only child. Secondly, why would I come in and let you talk to me before going back out in the pouring rain, bring in groceries and then pretend I have no idea what you’re talking about when you said you saw me in the house just now?”

You glared up at him, now feeling foolish for even being scared in the first place of something that most definitely had a logical explanation.

Your boyfriend always had a more playful side than you and this was most likely the first trick he was trying to play in your very young relationship.

“I told you I don’t like pranks, Taehyung. You can pull them on your friends all you want but you promised to never pull one on me.”

He threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “I’m not pranking you! It probably was an intruder who looked kinda like me and instead of letting me go and investigate, you're arguing with me?”

“It wasn’t an intruder! He didn’t take anything!”

Taehyung laughed incredulously, “Great, you're defending some robber over your own boyfriend now? I almost feel jealous.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous over because the guy was you!” You exploded.

“Which isn’t possible!”

“Go look then!” You relented.

Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice. He swiftly ran down the stairs and went through the entire house, searching for an unseen man who managed to trick his girlfriend into thinking he was him.

He found no such person.

It was only while you both wordlessly unpacked the groceries while licking the wounds of your little spat did Taehyung make a point that chilled you to the bone.

“Y/n, when you saw me…how did I look?”

You raised a brow at him. “I don’t know? You looked just fine.”

“Okay…and your working theory is I parked outside and came in, talked to you, then went back out, just to enter through the front again like nothing happened?”

You meekly shrugged, “Yeah I guess that would be a good trick.”

Your clever boyfriend pointed at the window, where it was still raining heavily. “I would've been soaked then, Y/n.”

That was the first incident.

— Dinner that night was a tense affair.

At least until Taehyung solemnly apologized for being so bad at hiding his true identity.

He then fessed up to being the Korean version of The Flash.

Against yourself, you bursted out laughing.

Maybe it was all the anxiety of the day that made you loopy, or your desperate need to just return to normal but you apologized for snapping and blamed your overactive writer's imagination for everything.

Taehyung said it was okay and that you actually looked hot when angry, you knew for a fact you didn’t but took the compliment nonetheless and suggested an early night in.

And just like that your first couple fight was over.

Yet that night when you were in the arms of your slumbering boyfriend, with his peaceful snores rumbling in your ear, all you could think about was the other Taehyung.

You regretfully lied to your boyfriend.

You knew for a fact that it wasn’t your imagination.

You were never the type of writer who got so immersed in your work that you began imagining things and confusing them for reality. If anything, you were too grounded in reality. In addition to this, you highly doubted that multiple weeks of writer’s block would even allow for such a vivid mirage to occur.

And the most damning evidence of all, if it was your imagination…why would your mind conjure up the exact replica of your boyfriend? The very man you live with and see everyday for hours on end? Wouldn’t it be a character from your book? Or at least someone you haven’t seen in a while?

It all didn’t make sense, but you didn’t have enough information to say what it was, you just knew what it wasn’t.

You rolled over and buried your face into Taehyung’s chest, practically praying for the mystery to soon be over and solve itself quickly.

It was most likely the overthinking and looming dark corners of the bedroom, but you began to feel like someone was watching you through the small gap in your ajar bedroom door.

– A few days passed and you have almost forgotten about the incident.

I mean, maybe not entirely but you were at least willing to chalk it up to a freak incident.

Scrolling through some discussion boards online showed that your story was actually pretty tame to what other unexplainable experiences some people have had. At least the other Taehyung didn’t try to scare or hurt you. It just seemed like he was doing his own thing really, like he was lost in his own world staring out that window. Thus you concluded that you weren’t in danger, and it therefore wasn’t worth freaking out about.

Mainly because your editor was on your ass and there was nothing productive about thinking of him when you were already so late on a deadline.

Naturally, you attempted to throw yourself into your writing, which was proving to be as fruitless as ever. Yet you knew giving your editor anything was better than nothing, leading you to sending half-assed drafts to him and enduring long calls about how your writing was okay, but not great.

You and Taehyung have been off too.

There was no more fighting or even words exchanged about the fiasco. However there still was an uneasiness between you two. You doubted that Taehyung believed your imagination excuse, but you also knew that he didn’t trust your original recollection of events either. Your boyfriend sort of walked on eggshells around you, almost as if you’d somehow think he was the imposter whenever he’d step into the room. You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little offended by it.

Luckily, Taehyung was currently immersed with his art, rarely leaving his little workspace. You wished you could say the same but you felt like you were simply writing in circles without actually getting anywhere. It was hard to not be jealous, but at least you were given some space away from him after a rather unresolved fight.

Meanwhile, you were planning to take a day or two off of writing, to just let your mind wander and relax so that maybe the next time you sat behind a laptop you could actually produce something worthwhile.

Of course it would just so happen that it would fall on the very day you get sick.

Waking up that morning you felt feverish and lightheaded, telling yourself that you could just use fifteen more minutes of sleep and you’d probably feel better.

You woke up five hours later; feeling even more feverish, lightheaded, and now nauseous.

You trudged downstairs to the kitchen and popped back some painkillers with a glass of water, already fantasizing about getting back into your warm and comfy bed once again.

Except what could make your bed even warmer and comfier? Taehyung.

Your boyfriend was always the more affectionate one between you two, you often practically had to push him away when you were trying to get work done. But now that you were willingly going to ask for his affection, there was no way he’d let you go uncuddled.

Any awkwardness in the relationship was long forgotten as you stomped towards his workspace, a demand to be held heavy on your tongue. You were too sick and exhausted to try to navigate relationship politics, but the whole point of a boyfriend was that he was supposed to provide attention on demand, right?

You reached his door and feebly knocked, trying to be polite to his artistic process and not just barge in.

You heard some shuffling on the other side and soon enough your boyfriend was in front of you. Taehyung hadn’t shaved his face in days, a faint goatee gracing his already intimidatingly handsome face. His black hair was messy and fluffy, a gold chain gracing his neck and drawing attention to his lack of shirt and gray sweatpants.

He grinned at you, “What’s up baby?”

You pouted up at him, momentarily not even ashamed to resort to such cheap tricks, “I feel sick and want to be cuddled back to sleep.”

“Aww poor thing.” He crooned while leaning against the doorframe. “Why don’t you head back up to bed and I’ll be up as soon as I can? I just finished a sketch and really need to focus on the next few steps before I can quit for the day.”

You huffed, kind of annoyed that he wouldn’t even take a break to hold you.

He rolled his eyes at your reaction, “Don’t look at me like that, honey. When the muse strikes, I gotta paint. Otherwise I don’t know when I’ll get the next chance for inspiration. You understand, right?”

“Yeah, I’m just really crabby and being held sounded really good.”

Taehyung chucked, muttering to himself a “cute” before leaning forward and pecking your lips. “I promise I’ll try to be quick. Go drink some water and wait for me. I’ll bring you some soup when I’m done.”

You just nodded and left him to his work. Instead of the bedroom, your feet somehow led you to the living room.

Maybe you should watch some tv while Taehyung worked? You already slept a lot today and if Taehyung was gonna be in bed with you later, perhaps it was a good idea to stay up for a little bit. Besides, you’ve been avoiding this part of the house ever since the incident and you needed to get comfortable in your own living room eventually.

Such a reminder of that rainy day caused you to cast a wary glance at the bay window, oddly feeling both relief and annoyance that nothing was there.

You plunked down onto the couch and wrapped a throw blanket around you, searching your usual streaming services for some comfort show to watch.

It was halfway through an episode of some show you’ve already watched countless times, when you heard footsteps approaching.

You looked up and saw your boyfriend, looking as cute and messy as before. Except now he held a sheepish smile on his face as he held up a steaming mug of something.

“What’s that?”

He took a seat next to you and gently handed the drink over. “Hot chocolate. I know protocol is tea whenever someone is sick, but I know how much you hate the taste.”

You fondly smiled and took the mug, flustered that he remembered such a minor detail about you. “Thank you love but you didn’t have to. You should be focusing on your work. Don’t let me distract you!”

Taehyung shook his head and threw an arm around you, holding you tight against him. He craned his neck and looked down to you, almost meeting you nose-to nose to connect his gaze with yours. Suddenly a serious expression replaced his formerly sheepish one.

“Actually, I wanted to talk.” He said, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I-I wanted to say sorry.”

“For what?”

He licked his lips, “I know we’ve been kinda out-of-sync ever since you said you saw someone and I didn’t believe you. But, it just didn’t make sense. Like, how is that possible? Whatever the case though, I shouldn’t have made you feel like you were going crazy or something.”

You raised an eyebrow, “So you believe me then?”

“Yes. I know you wouldn’t lie. I don’t know what happened but…I know you know what you saw.”

A warm feeling spread across your chest, temporarily putting your sickness on the back burner. In truth, you weren't sure if the situation even called for an apology but you felt so pampered that your boyfriend cared enough to. “I-I’m sorry too, Tae. I shouldn’t have assumed you were being mean and pranking me. Snapping at you wasn’t cool.”

Taehyung just shrugged. “Nah, I probably would’ve done the same thing.”

You secretly agreed that you were in the right but still, if he was being a big enough person to say sorry so should you. You turned your attention back to the drink in your hands, taking a sip.

You nearly moaned in pleasure when the flavor graced your taste buds.

“What did you put in this?”

“Oh just some cinnamon and-”

“Ginger.” You interrupted, knowing without a doubt that it was the other spice.

“Yup. Why? Is something wrong?” He asked, probably worried you didn’t like it.

“No! It’s perfect.” You said before gulping down more of the nostalgic hot chocolate. “When I was a kid, I had a babysitter who would make her hot chocolate with cinnamon and ginger. Mrs Fritz was her name, a really kind old lady from down the street. I was her favorite so she made hot chocolate for me all the time and watched me for free whenever my parents went out.”

Taehyung hummed, a small smile on his face as you fondly recalled one of the biggest figures of your childhood. “She must’ve had great taste.”

“Mrs. Fritz had impeccable taste.” You good-naturedly corrected with a giggle. “I miss her. When other kids wouldn’t play with me she would stay inside with me and color or read me these cool stories.”

“I would’ve played with you.” Taehyung grumbled, in all likelihood noting how you grimaced at the memory of not being all too popular as a kid.

“Haha, you definitely wouldn’t have! I was such a dork and actually hated playing outside. Kid me much rather be at home watching some old movies or something. Not to mention I was quite an ugly little girl.” You laughed.

Tae gasped dramatically, “That’s not true! You were adorable!”

“You saw like one picture of me at eight! And my mom did me all up for that picture! Trust me, I didn’t look that good at all.”

Taehyung looked like he wanted to argue further, but realizing you were right he just dropped it with an unconvincing, “Whatever you say.”

“But anyway babe, you really can go back to painting. I don’t want to keep you. If I had any inspiration right now, you wouldn’t be able to tear me away from my laptop.”

His arm tugged you even closer. “Nope, I’m alright where I’m at right now. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left my sick girlfriend all alone?”

You blushed, logically aware that you could handle yourself but emotionally over the moon that this beautiful man didn’t want you to. Selfishly, you wanted to take advantage of his presence even if it came at the expense of his art progress. So you placed the mostly empty mug on the coffee table, fishing out your phone from your sweatpant pocket and setting it there too.

You then curled up into his side, suddenly feeling so drowsy.

Taehyung held you closer, even playing with your hair as you lost the battle with your increasingly heavy eyelids.

You felt him press his lips against your forehead in a drawn out peck, as his nose ticked the crown of your head. He inhaled deeply, his everlasting love for your shampoo revealing itself once more.

“You okay?” His baritone voice whispered.

“Yeah. I just took some medicine that’s probably making me all sleepy.” You mumbled back.

You didn’t hear anything else, just felt as he rested his head on top of yours, presumably also closing his eyes to rest.

Slowly but surely feeling the mechanisms of your brain shut down, the darkness steadily taking over as the sound of the tv became more and more distant.

A notification from your phone caused you to open a single eye, quickly scanning the screen on the coffee table.

Taebear: Hey almost done over here! Do you mind turning down the TV a bit tho? Kinda distracting :(

Before you can even gasp, the medicine-induced darkness consumed you completely, effectively and brutally knocking you out.

That was the second incident.

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“So like I was saying, I dumped his ass because what the fuck do you mean you ‘don’t know what we are’? I met his damn parents, Y/n!”

The voice blarred over the phone speaker, as you hummed rather noncommittally. “What a jerk. You can do a whole lot better, Lisa.”

You were in the laundry room, slowly taking clothes out of the dryer and folding them as you spoke on the phone with one of your closest friends. About once a week you two would have a call and catch each other up with your lives. Although, Lisa led a much more interesting life than you and usually had a crazy story to share every week, while you just reacted to it. It was kinda like a one listener podcast, but you didn’t mind as you were always very entertained with her.

“Thank you! I don’t know where I keep finding these guys. You really got lucky with Taehyung, all the other men our age are such assholes.” She groaned.

You wanted to laugh, but at the mention of your boyfriend’s name you froze.

Not catching your silence, Lisa continued, “Anyway, how are you and Taehyung doing? What’s it like to live together only six months into a relationship?”

“Actually…we had our first fight.” You told her. “Maybe. I don’t know. It may not even be considered a fight so much as a disagreement but I’ve been feeling a little awkward.”

“Oooh, what happened?” She didn’t even try to mask her excitement.

“It…I…Something happened and he didnt…I don’t know, Lisa. I’m going to sound crazy but I feel like I’m experiencing a glitch in the matrix or some shit.”

She pushed, “Try me. Remember when I used to be a flat earther? I’ll believe anything.”

Lisa made a good point, she was always down for conspiracies and even proclaimed herself a supernatural expert. So you relented, “Okay. Look, I don’t want you to laugh at me or anything because I’m being completely honest. I’m telling you this because I desperately need theories.”

“I promise I’ll give you a theory! Just get to it!” She barked over the phone, anxiously awaiting your story.

“Um, so earlier this week I went downstairs and saw Taehyung. I talked to him about ordering out instead of cooking, hugged him then went up the stairs. Then not even a second later Taehyung came home with groceries, telling me he wasn’t in the house at all when I said I saw him.” You paused, waiting for her to interject.

“Huh…” She trailed off, stumped herself with what that could mean.

“And yesterday, I went to Tae’s workspace to try to cuddle but he said he needed a bit more time with his painting and then he’d meet me upstairs. I went to the couch to wait and he suddenly came in and apologized for not believing me earlier. We cuddled and talked then…I got a text from Taehyung asking me to turn the tv down because it was distracting him.”

You took a deep breath to calm your rising nerves, not liking how you were managing to scare yourself all over again. “Lisa, how was I in Taehyung's arms when Taehyung wasn’t even in the room with me?”

“How did this other Taehyung act? Was he any different than your actual boyfriend?”

“I mean, the first time he didn’t say a word and I left the room quickly. The second time he was so sweet and…I don’t know. Maybe even nicer than my actual boyfriend but not like suspiciously so.”

“And there’s no difference between him and Taehyung? Same height, voice, birthmarks, everything?”

“Yes.”

A brief silence as she no doubt was working with a theory. “And you’ve never had experiences like this before you moved into that farmhouse?”

“None.”

“Ah-ha! It’s probably a ghost then!” She assured triumphantly.

You, however, weren’t so sure she solved the case. “A ghost that looks exactly like my boyfriend?”

“Well, crazier things have happened. You know, scientists say that each person has around six doppelgangers out there somewhere. What if this ghost was your boyfriend's doppelganger?”

“Still, why would he act like he was my boyfriend? Like, this ghost must have a different name and background than my Taehyung so why does he go along with it whenever I call him Taehyung and treat him like a boyfriend?” You questioned.

“The afterlife can get pretty dull. The ghost is probably just bored and noticed that Taehyung looks alot like him, so he’s using that to his advantage to mess around.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” You grumbled, pissed at the prospect of you being a little plaything to a bored spirit.

“I know babe but ghosts are mostly harmless. If it really starts to bother you, maybe get a medium to move him along or whatever.” Lisa advised.

“Yeah, maybe.” – Mom: Look what I found!

The text came with a video attached, and you clicked it without thinking much.

A chubby little girl of about three to five years of age was badly hiding in a school cubby. Her mini feet sticking out and wiggling as the rest of her body was covered by a hung up winter coat. The cameraman sighed dramatically from behind the scenes, asking loudly, “Oh where could Y/n possibly be?!”

The girl giggled and a new figure slowly snuck into frame, approaching the cubby with a large grin.

The preschool teacher suddenly reached into the cubby and snatched the girl up, holding her up in the air as if the toddler was a prize of some sort. “Gotcha!”

The mini version of you laughed in her hold, kicking the air in glee. “Miss Addison you found me! You’ll find me anywhere, right?”

The young teacher nodded as she placed you on your feet. “Of course! I have a really good Y/n sense! I’ll find you anywhere.”

“Even the moon?” Innocent you asked, most likely just having learned about the star.

“Yes, I’ll find you on the moon if I have to!” Miss Addison chuckled.

The video ended and you went to type your mom a half-hearted reply, mostly inquiring how she still even had that clip after all these years.

While doing so, you caught yourself wishing that you could show this to Taehyung and prove that you were indeed not the best company as a child, your teacher had to play hide-and-seek with you because no one else would.

Yet, it wasn’t Taehyung you had that particular conversation with. Rather other Taehyung.

Or as you and Lisa had nicknamed; ghost Taehyung.

You failed to tell your boyfriend about the second incident. He woke you up an hour or so later with his promised bowl of soup, softly scolding you for never turning down the tv.

Deep inside you were sure that he was already convinced you were crazy from the first time his replica showed up. You didn’t seek to push that theory even further. Mostly because you didn’t want him to admit you to a psych ward, but also because of another glaring reason. The first time you were sure that Taehyung himself was messing with you somehow, which prompted you to accuse him, but this time around you knew for a fact he was innocent.

Instinctively, you didn’t feel threatened by the doppelganger spirit. If anything you sorta wished he’d pop up again with a ginger-cinnamon hot chocolate. It was kinda weird that he was acting like your boyfriend when he wasn’t, but he didn’t try to be too intimate with you or anything. The lease on the farmhouse was only twelve months so you could put up with a friendly ghost for a while if need be.

The only creepy thing was that you weren’t sure how you were going to tell if you were talking to the real Taehyung or not. Thankfully, the sick day incident seemed to be the last one, the last few days being almost eerily mundane.

The door to your bedroom suddenly slammed open, revealing your beaming boyfriend.

He held up a champagne bottle with one hand and two glasses in the other. “Guess what just happened!”

You sat up in bed and placed your phone on the nightstand as he giddily approached you. “What? Are we celebrating something?”

“Only the Bauhaus Gallery agreeing to schedule a showing for my latest collection!”

You jumped up in surprise, instantly wrapping your arms around him and plastering his face with kisses. “Oh my god! Tae! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! When is it?!”

“Next Friday at eight.” He chuckled through your kisses, fully basking in your attention.

The Bauhaus gallery was an uppity German gallery in town that apparently served as a who's who in the world of painting. Personally, you didn’t get what the big deal was, but Taehyung made it one of his career goals to have a show there. He always said that his career would really take off if he could showcase his work at such a place.

You pulled back and began thinking out loud as Taehyung worked on the bottle, “Wow, okay! I need to get a dress. And we should invite some friends to support you. Oh! Namjoon and his wife would probably try to buy a painting so we should see if they’re free-”

Taehyung cut you off with the resounding pop of the bottle, “Yeah yeah, we can plan that all out later. Right now I just wanna celebrate with my pretty girlfriend please.”

You quieted down and held the glasses as he poured. He then placed the bottle aside, took a glass and held it up for you to clink. You did so while your boyfriend declared, “To my collection and girlfriend; both beautiful and priceless!”

“You better announce that again at the afterparty!” You laughed, covering your blush.

You both finished the drinks rather quickly, him with a refreshing “ahh” and you with a cringe. Champagne really was overrated in your opinion, having no idea why it was the token celebratory drink. The glasses were then shoved somewhere aside, courtesy of Tae.

You laid back down in the bed, Taehyung unhurriedly following suit and even climbing on top of you at a leisurely pace.

Taehyung’s face was now inches away from yours, his every breath tickling your skin. His previous mood of joy shifted into something more…sultry. Cat eyes darkened, fully taking you in with a steadily growing smirk. The artist licked this bottom lip in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it speed, before quirking one brow up in faux inquiry. His voice was low and husky, purring into your ears, “You know, it’s been a while since we’ve fucked.”

You snorted, “Gee, that’s hard to believe when you put me in the mood like that.”

“You like a man who's upfront.” He shrugged, not wasting a second more as he leaned down to slowly melt his lips against yours.

The intimate sensation felt almost foreign, the last few days having only been filled with obligatory pecks due to you two being so caught up in your work. You almost forgot how talented he was at making you feel special.

You kissed back just as slowly, feeling the intensity of his lips and taking the time to reacquaint yourself with them. It was gentle, deep, and meaningful. He kissed you gingerly, carefully, but that’s not what you wanted. Not after all this time. Pent-up sexual frustration caused you to knot your fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against you.

Taehyung groaned softly, low in his throat while encircling you in his arms to gather you against him. You two rolled over in the bed, tangled in the sheets, still locked at the lips.

His tongue slips into your mouth, tender but demanding. You swirl your tongue against his, moaning into his mouth as his hands snuck up to twist in your hair and grip you impossibly closer. Taehyung’s slight stubble prickles you, but somehow the extra sensation just excites you even more. Your boyfriend's lips pull back and meet their ultimate home at your neck, him now mouthing fervently at the sensitive nerves there as you gasped for air.

As you felt hotter and hotter, Taehyung answered your unsaid prayer and positioned his thigh between your legs, obscenely brushing against the place you needed him most. Knowing you like the back of his hand, he purposefully tensed his thigh as you not-so-subtly grinded against it, all the while he sucked and nibbled at the spot just below your ear.

A tug at your clothes.

Softly biting your earlobe, he whispered, “Be a good girl for me and take this shit off.”

Just when you were about to oblige, an unexpected sound cut through all the haze and caused you both to freeze.

It sounded like a…bang?

From somewhere deep within the house.

It was so loud and shrill, it effortlessly echoed off the walls of your humble bedroom. If you had to describe it, it was as if someone had just thrown a bowling ball with all their might.

Undoubtedly snapping into protector mode, Taehyung immediately jumped off of you and reached under the bed to retrieve a metal baseball bat.

“Stay here.” He ordered, already marching out the door before you could even protest.

You fearfully obeyed, reaching for your phone in case 911 had to be called.

Your once warm and flushed body was now icy with panic. Sitting upright in the bed, you strained your ears for any idea of what was occurring downstairs.

But alas, the house remained freakily silent. Almost as if that brutal sound was in your head and nothing more.

This did nothing to help your anxiety, a cold sweat quickly forming.

Minutes passed, you waited with bated breath for something. Anything.

But nothing ever came.

Your worry grew tenfold.

The longer Taehyung was away, the more you felt weighed down with dread, heart nearly in your throat.

‘What was happening downstairs? Was Taehyung okay? Did he find something? If there was a struggle, surely you would’ve heard it by now, right?’

Then ultimately, as the seconds ticked on, ‘Was your boyfriend going to come back?’

At the ten-minute mark, you made your decision.

Now concerned for your boyfriend’s safety, you sprung out of bed and ran out of the room. Your body purposefully moving too fast for your mind to catch up and halt your movements in the name of self-preservation.

“Taehyung?!” You desperately called out as you practically plummeted down the stairs.

“In here!” A croaky voice answered, sounding like your boyfriend but oddly…defeated?

You correctly traced the voice to his workroom, stepping into the space and seeing a scene that swiftly broke your heart, effectively replacing all your fright with woe.

Taehyung was on his knees in front of an easel, head bowed down.

The easel held a half-done canvas.

It was a sketch of two people, a man and a woman that closely resembled you and Taehyung.

It was partly painted, the scene depicting a warm sunny day at the park that looked alot like where Taehyung had taken you for a picnic and officially asked you to be his girlfriend. You were in Taehyung’s arms, kissing his cheek as he smiled his signature box-smile. You could recall that precise moment easily, you had just said yes to being his and sheepishly pecked his cheek, embarrassed by the old man on the bench a few feet away that eyed you two like a hawk.

It was a wonderful piece of unfinished art, not only due to the sentimental value but also the artistry and time that clearly went into it.

If only there weren't angry red sloshes of paint that cut through it, ruining the picture and turning it into something that looked like a horrible bloody mess of goo and not the romantic day it was.

“I-I was going to gift this to you….on our seventh month.” Taehyung’s voice was watery.

You didn’t even know what to say.

All of his hard work and thought was simply…gone. Erased. Ruined.

It would’ve been the equivalent of someone breaking into your laptop and deleting your entire novel’s draft. What would you even do? If roles were reversed, would there even be a way for Taehyung to console you? To make matters worse, it was his gift of love to you. He didn’t make that painting for himself, a buyer, or a collection…he made it for you.

Your empathy made you almost cry for him, but you knew that would be the last thing he’d want to see right now. His guilt would only grow.

You walked further into the room and got on your knees beside him.

Wrapping your arms around him, you cradled his head in the nook between your head and shoulder while rocking the two of you. “Tae baby, I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, although you felt wet teardrops on your skin.

“Who would do this? It doesn’t make sense why someone would break in, take nothing and just destroy my gift?”

You didn’t know either, but you wanted to make him feel better. “Listen, I think it was the perfect gift. It’s really the thought that counts and I’m just happy that you even thought to make me something like that. Especially in the middle of working on your own collection, it must’ve been hard.”

Taehyung pulled back, regarding you with a tearful but hopeful gaze. “Really?”

“Of course! I was literally going to just get you a watch or something. That gift kinda would have made me look bad.” You attempted to joke.

He shakily smiled, even chuckling a bit before pulling back entirely and standing to his full height. Tae then held a hand out for you, pulling you up as well.

Not wanting to be in the room anymore with that awful mess, you gradually pushed him towards the door, eventually up the stairs and into your bedroom.

You both sat on the bed, him with his head in his hands and you awkwardly suggesting yet another early night in.

But instead of agreeing and attempting to join you under the covers, Taehyung continued to sit almost painfully still at the edge of your bed.

Then, he spoke.

“Y/n, you were lying when you said that guy was probably just a figment of your imagination.”

It wasn’t a question.

He knew.

He believed you now.

–

It was now the official opinion of the house that a ghost was indeed roaming around somewhere.

You wanted to pat yourself on the back because truly, your taste in men was superior.

Taehyung wasn’t one of those horror movie boyfriends that was convinced every unexplainable occurrence must’ve had a logical explanation. It only took that one experience for the artist to admit that something weird was going on, and although he never saw the ghost himself, Taehyung believed you when you said it looked exactly like him.

You were happy that you two were on the same page…well, mostly.

Taehyung reasoned that the lookalike ghost must’ve been the one to ruin his painting.

You don’t know why, but somewhere deep within, that accusation just didn’t feel right. Without thinking much, you had told your boyfriend that destroying his gift didn’t seem like something ghost Tae would do.

Obviously Taehyung was bewildered at your sudden defense of the spirit’s character and demanded to know how you could be so sure that it wasn’t him.

Feeling that your hand was forced, you fessed up to the second incident in which you ran into the other Taehyung. You explained that he was sweet, brought you hot chocolate and even held you as you fell asleep. It was only after the real Taehyung texted you that you realized it wasn’t your boyfriend, but by then it was too late.

Your boyfriend was understandably furious.

For one, you never told him that you were cuddled and taken care of by another man, dead or otherwise. And secondly, this spirit seemed to be taking too much of a liking to you. The artist was a weird mixture of jealous and protective, following you around the house and barely leaving you alone in fear that his replica would show up and snatch you away.

You thought he was overreacting, but Taehyung's determination to get rid of the ghost only grew as the days passed.

One day you took a break from writing and went downstairs to refresh your coffee, when you paused at the sight of your boyfriend waving an odd burning stick around the living room in a fashion that somehow made sense to him.

“Sage cleanses the home of negative energy and basically tells unwanted spirits to fuck off.” He told you as if you were the idiot and not him- wildly thrashing his arm around in a puff of smoke and demanding that his evil ghost twin left the premises immediately.

You shrugged, “Just don’t set off the smoke detector, please.”

The next day, Taehyung informed you over dinner that he called a security camera company and had ordered a set to be installed in your home.

“Don’t you think that’s kinda a big fucking thing to not run by me?”

“I’m sorry baby, but I knew you wouldn’t have agreed.” He apologized without seeming even the tiniest bit apologetic.

“If you knew I wouldn’t have wanted it then why do it anyway?!”

“Because as the man of the house it’s my job to protect us and I would like to witness everything that’s going on. Next time he comes out and tries to touch you, I will be able to see it from my phone and confront him.” He then reached for his water and took a self righteous sip before muttering under his breath, “That is if the sage didn’t kick him out already.”

“Man of the house?!” You echoed incredulously. “You call twirling around with some burning twigs and yelling at a harmless ghost being the man of the house?”

“He’s not harmless! Why are you so convinced that it’s just a casper that we’re dealing with?!”

You opened your mouth to retort, but snapped it shut when you realized you didn’t really have any reason to believe he wasn’t dangerous. So you just focused on the main glaring issue, “Nevermind that. I just don’t like how you made a big decision without telling me. Are we not equal in this relationship? It wasn’t even worth consulting me about?”

Taehyung didn’t say anything.

It would seem that he understood your point, but was stubbornly holding onto his just a tad more.

Appetite ruined, you stormed away in a display of vexation.

Not wanting to go to sleep beside him either, you stayed all night in your office and tried to just focus on editing the latest version of your draft.

Somewhere along the way, you managed to fall asleep on the keyboard.

You blearily awoke hours later to the sound of the door firmly shutting.

Groggily you sat up and twisted to see if anyone else was in the room with you, all the while rubbing off the key imprints on your cheek and leftover drool.

No one was there.

When you turned your attention back to the desk, you softly gasped in surprise.

A plate of grilled cheese sat there, still hot.

Alongside it was a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

One sip and you instantly recognized the ginger-cinnamon.

It wasn’t your boyfriend who left this.

The sage didn’t work.

–

Ralph was a man of about fifty years of age.

Tall, lumbering, calloused and not necessarily easy on the eyes, he shifted awkwardly at the entrance of your delicate farmhouse as Taehyung listed off the places in the home that he’d like covered.

Ralph was to set up the cameras while you and your boyfriend went out for a quick errand.

The gallery showing was tomorrow, and so was the little afterparty that you had arranged to take place. You did so without really realizing all that you would need for hosting. The guest list was an intimate circle of seven, but given you and Taehyung were running out of groceries for even just the two of you, you figured a trip to the market was needed to properly prepare.

You rolled your eyes and waited for your boyfriend to finish his little pep talk, sighing in relief when Ralph was finally free to disappear into the living room with his bag of tools.

“Ready?” You asked Taehyung, not really waiting for an answer as you stomped past him and out the door.

He followed you wordlessly to the car.

The ride into town was stiff and awkward, neither one of you saying anything and music not even playing in the background as Taehyung drove.

You both were still angry at each other.

Well, more like you were angry at him and he was correctly trying to not poke the bear by instigating useless chatter.

The cameras were overkill in your opinion and a giant waste of money. You both were artists, which means a severe lack of steady income. You needed to be smart with what you threw cash at because no one knew if your next book or his next painting would even sell. Nothing was ever guaranteed.

You felt for him that his gift was wrecked, but you weren’t lying when you said that the thought was all that really mattered to you. You genuinely didn’t care either way, it would’ve been nice to have the painting, but it was just as nice to know that he was painting one for you.

If you were a betting woman, you would bet that this was more about Taehyung’s unfounded jealousy than anything else. Usually you would find harmless jealousy kind of attractive, but not when it went into installing cameras into your home at the “low” price of a couple hundred dollars.

You thought of this in a quiet rage as Taehyung pulled into the grocery store.

He parked, you both got out and walked inside before grabbing a cart.

“Let’s split up.” You said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“Fine. What do you want me to get?”

“Get the drinks. They’re mainly your friends so you’d know what they’d like more than me. I’ll get some stuff for a charcuterie board.” You ordered, just wanting to get back home as soon as possible

He nodded and swiftly went over to the alcohol section as you made way into the food aisles.

You were looking at the different types of crackers and wondering what the fuck the difference was when a sudden call of your name took your attention.

“Y/n?”

The voice was light and airy, tone warm and nostalgic to the ears.

No way.

It can’t be…

You swirled around to face the owner, nearly choking on your spit when you realized your suspicions were correct.

Park Jimin was as gorgeous as ever. The cherub face was just as you recalled, somehow both ruggedly handsome and softly docile. His eyes crinkled behind a pearly smile, a small hand coming up to swiftly brush through his dyed blonde hair as he approached you.

“I thought that was you.” He chuckled. “How have you been? It’s been so long.”

You managed a wry smile.

Jimin was once your college boyfriend of one year, five months, and eight days.

But hey, who was counting?

“I’m doing okay.” You choked out, not liking how he quickly frowned at your strained tone. If there was one man you could never lie to, it was Jimin. “How about yourself? Did you open up that studio you always wanted?”

The truth was you knew he did. Before meeting and dating Taehyung, you were guilty of occasionally checking his social media. It simply couldn’t be helped. Jimin was the longest relationship you ever had. The first man you ever really loved. And your first ever heartbreak.

“Um, yeah I did! I heard you published your first book last year. I bought a few copies myself…” he trailed off sheepishly, suddenly avoiding eye contact. “It uh, was really well written. Are you um, working on anything now?”

You bit your lip, not sure how you felt about the man you were once wildly in love with reading your novel after years of not talking. Much less buying more than one copy to support you. “Y-Yes I’m writing my second book.”

He nodded, a proud expression on his face as he pursed his lips in thought.

“I’m sorry this is…weird.” He finally huffed. “I really didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

You sighed with some relief, thankful he felt the same way. “Same. After you said you wanted to date other people I really didn’t expect to say another word to you like, ever.”

Jimin laughed, “Haha, what? Your memory continues to suck, Y/n. If anything it was you who ghosted-”

“Y/n.”

A much deeper voice cut through the air, bringing all the attention to a new figure descending upon the scene.

Taehyung strode up from behind you, placing an arm around you and regarding the other man with a brooding look of regard.

“Whose this?” Your boyfriend asked, purposefully deepening his already deep voice.

You inwardly rolled your eyes, noting how the artist was practically puffing his chest and glowering at the much shorter man.

“Taehyung, this is my old friend Jimin. Jimin, this is my boyfriend Taehyung.”

The two stiffly nodded at each other, you dodging the questioning look Jimin secretly shot at you for being described as ‘an old friend’.

A pregnant pause hung in the air.

“So…how long have you two been together?”

Before either you or your boyfriend could answer, a pretty lady suddenly skipped into the aisle and grasped onto Jimin’s arm.

“Babe, I can’t find the oat milk! I thought you said- Oh hello!” She just now noticed you and Taehyung, smiling politely and not-so-subtly nudging at Jimin to introduce her.

“Oh, um, this is Molly.”

“His girlfriend! And you two are?”

“I’m Y/n and this is my boyfriend Taehyung.” You introduced. “Jimin and I went to school together.”

“Really? I never get to meet any of Jimin’s old friends! We should have a double date or something!” Molly was an over the top girl, your ears almost ringing at the volume she exuded. But she seemed nice, so you smiled warmly at her and vaguely agreed.

Another brief, awkward and only slightly painful silence.

“Actually…” You trailed off in thought, an idea forming in your head but you didn’t know if it was a good one. Yet it was too late. Before you could even backtrack, all three sets of eyes were on you, eagerly waiting for you to finish the thought. “…what are you two doing tomorrow night?”

“Was just gonna drag Jiminnie to see this new movie! We can totally blow it off though!”

“Well, my boyfriend is a really talented artist and he has a showing tomorrow night. We’d love it if you two could make it.”

You felt Taehyung stiffen beside you, but you paid it no mind.

From what you understood about showings the more people, the more eyes, the better. It was harmless, wasn’t it? Jimin bought multiple copies of your book, and you’d invite him to a gallery showing to please his over hyper girlfriend.

Even, right?

Molly beamed, asking for your number to exchange the details.

You did so, pretending not to notice how both Jimin and Taehyung bore their stares into you.

When finished, you waved goodbye to the couple as they made their way to the dairy section. You and Taehyung then continued your own shopping in a rushed manner- your boyfriend grumbling about having to get back in time for the cameras.

The ride home was a bit more talkative, with Taehyung asking how you knew of Jimin and what made you two friends. You answered the questions rather honestly, just leaving out the parts about how your friendship blossomed into something more.

You weren’t exactly trying to be deceitful. It was just that he was under a lot of stress and paranoia the last few days, you didn’t want to push his poor nerves any further. If he was willing to set up a bunch of cameras to keep some ghost away from you, you didn’t want to push your luck by mentioning that Jimin was your ex boyfriend and longest relationship.

Besides, it wasn’t like Jimin was any kind of threat. You would never entertain the idea of going back to the guy who dumped you. He also now had Molly, so clearly you both moved on.

Taehyung pulled the car into the driveway, asking if you could handle the few bags as he went in to talk to Ralph and sort out the last few steps of installation. You agreed, watching him jog into the home as you gathered all the groceries and took your time to get inside.

You beelined straight to the kitchen with the newly bought food, raising your brows when you saw Taehyung staring at something intently on the counter.

“What is it?”

Taehyung didn’t answer.

You walked up behind him and stood on your tippy toes to spot over his shoulder what he was looking at.

It was a note, in messy and hurried handwriting.

“Sorry but the cameras could not have been installed. It won’t work here. -Ralph.”

–

If there was any man on top of the world tonight- his name was Kim Taehyung.

The Bauhaus gallery was swarmed with countless people, all clamoring to gaze upon the latest Kim collection and ponder the intricate meanings behind each piece. They wore luxury clothes and drank fancy wine that you couldn’t even pronounce, their tax bracket clearly a couple pegs above yours. There was of course some idle chatter, almost every corner of the building being filled with some pretentious snob rambling about the brush strokes, artistic style and commentary your boyfriend was allegedly trying to make with his art.

Such a crowd was not something you were accustomed to.

Thus you clung to Lisa, both idly sipping at wine and watching your boyfriend from afar as he charmingly answered questions.

“You know, he’s going to make thousands of dollars tonight.” Lisa thought out loud. “These rich types will outbid each other like crazy.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. You were happy for him, and knew he deserved it but you would be lying if you said he wasn’t in the doghouse.

“Still mad huh?” Lisa correctly assumed, reading your expression. “What happened after the camera dude disappeared?”

“Taehyung was really upset and called the company to demand his money back. They refunded him entirely, apologized and even sent someone to get the company van. I guess the Ralph dude was an alcoholic and everyone just kinda accepts that he skipped town.” You explained. “I tried to calm him down but he sorta snapped at me about how I never even wanted the cameras so I was probably just loving it all.”

Lisa lowly whistled, “Damn. Well, he probably snapped about the cameras but I promise you it wasn’t just about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You invited your ex to his showing.” Lisa lectured, as if you were a child who didn’t even understand what you did wrong.

You stuttered, “B-But he doesn’t know Jimin is an ex! I told him he was just an old friend.”

She rolled her eyes, “Y/n of course he would see right through that. There's always going to be chemistry between Jimin and you, he probably picked up on it and is aware you’re not telling the complete truth about what you two were.”

“He’s just overly jealous. He wants to fight our ghost too. At this point, every man is a threat to him.”

At the mention of your ghost, Lisa’s eyes practically sparkled. “Oh I can’t wait to go back to your place! I want to feel the haunted energy for myself.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “It’s just like any other home, Lisa.”

“That’s because you don’t have a psychic sense to save your life, Y/n.”

You didn’t know whether or not to be offended by that, so you decided to distract yourself by scanning the room for your boyfriend’s invited friends.

Kim Namjoon was an old boss of Taehyung that remained good friends with the artist even after he dumped his job to take up painting full time. Currently, he and his wife Jennifer were talking rather seriously to a thin-lipped curator, most likely about purchasing one of the artworks displayed.

Right across from where you and Lisa stood, Taehyung was conversing with his former coworkers; Jin and Hoseok. They appeared to be laughing about something, their lightheartedness standing out in the overly serious room of people.

If you craned your neck a little to the left, you could spot Yoongi and Jungkook hiding in a corner away from everyone else, almost perfectly mimicking you and your close friend. They both nursed their drinks quietly, occasionally sharing words but mainly just waiting out this event.

You always kind of thought that Lisa and Jungkook would make a good pairing if properly introduced and pushed. So you turned to your friend and was just about to suggest you guys walk over, when she made a face at something behind you.

“Uh oh, here comes the ex.” She mumbled.

You turned around to indeed see Jimin and Molly approaching.

Jimin wore a suit, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal some of his sun kissed chest. His blonde hair was properly done this time, brushed to the side and back to fully expose his forehead. He raised a hand and waved, rings catching the light and nearly blinding you in the process.

Beside him, Molly looked as pretty as ever in a blue sweetheart dress that complimented her figure. Yet, she looked rather irritated. She attempted to give you a smile in greeting, but it looked more like a grimace.

Jimin spoke first, “Hey, I’m so sorry we’re late. I’m hoping we didn’t miss too much?”

You wanted to be annoyed but without meaning to, a giggle escaped you.

“Things really don’t change.” You told Jimin, a knowing look simmering in your eyes. While dating, you guys were often the couple that showed up late to any event. Most people assumed that it was your doing because you were the girl, when in all actuality it was Jimin.

Jimin shamelessly grinned, “I’ve gotten better, I swear.”

You didn’t believe it for a second and he knew it.

You both shared a laugh, staring at each other fondly like old friends reliving the old times.

It was hard to believe that you were joking with the man you once thought you’d never get over or forgive. Countless nights were spent eating your feelings, hysterically crying and obsessing over all the videos or pictures you couldn’t bring yourself to delete.

But there are some people in life that as soon as they come back, it’s like they never left.

And it was almost as if Jimin never left.

You two continued to gaze into each other, lost in your own comfortable bubble when a sudden throat clearing broke the haze.

“Um, actually the showing is almost over.” Lisa informed, her and Molly visibly looking left out of the nostalgia.

Your ex had the decency to look guilty. “Oh no! I’m so sorry! Maybe we can all just get drinks? There’s a nice bar two blocks down. I can buy a round for everyone?”

“That’s sweet but we have a little after party planned back at my place. I live kind of out of town though, so it’s okay if you can’t make it.”

“No! We can make it! What's the address?” Jimin seemed eager.

You told him, him pulling out his phone to save it into his gps system.

Molly was silent all this time, which was kind of worrying as your first meeting with her led you to believe she was the bubbly type. Now that you mentioned it, it looked like she was avoiding looking at either you or her boyfriend, focusing on a spot on the wall somewhere behind you.

You opened your mouth to maybe ask if she was alright, but quickly shut it when you realized that could be overstepping some boundary.

Fortunately, Lisa seemed to have enough of this entire interaction and grabbed your arm while saying, “Me and Y/n were just going to go to the restroom! Please take a good look around and enjoy her boyfriend’s work! See you guys at the after party!”

Your friend then swiftly dragged you away, barely leaving you enough time to smile apologetically at the couple.

When you both entered the restroom, Lisa simply marched up to the sink and began fixing invisible smudges in her makeup as you shifted awkwardly beside her.

“So…” She started, looking you up and down in the mirror. “Please tell me you know Jimin is still in love with you.”

“W-What?! No way!” You spluttered.

“Y/n it’s so obvious. I actually felt bad for his girlfriend. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.” She rolled her eyes, almost disappointed in your lack of awareness.

“It’s just been forever. It’s hard to not hyperfocus on eachother, we’ve both changed so much. Also, why would the guy who dumped me out of nowhere still be in love with me?”

She released a deep sigh, “He knows he made the shittiest mistake of his life and is now regretting it when seeing you and your talented boyfriend doing so well.”

You chuckled at the thought of someone looking at your relationship and being jealous.

“Listen, just remember tonight is Taehyung’s night and fighting or not, he’s still a wonderful boyfriend overall. And Jimin is your ex who broke your heart. Inviting him to your place after this might’ve been too much. I suggest you keep your distance.”

“Lisa, thanks for the advice but I honestly was just being friendly. He seemed sorry that he missed most of the showing. Besides, I’m going to be too busy hosting to have a deep heart to heart with him or anything.” You explained, a little offended that she thought you were going to play part in some dramatic reconciliation.

A sudden announcement echoed outside the restroom doors, your ears straining to hear a gallery worker asking everyone to gather on the main floor for the artist’s speech and thus the final part of the night.

Saying nothing more, Lisa and you made your exit to join the audience.

– The clock was nearing midnight.

Your usually quiet farmhouse of a home was not at all quiet.

Your boyfriend's friends were merrily talking and drinking, once in a while their masculine laughs would sync up and reverberate through the halls. They all conversed and lounged in the living room, the largest part of the house that could fit all of them comfortably. Yet, you and Lisa stayed in the kitchen, making the drinks and finger foods, as you indulged in harmless girl talk.

“The one with tattoos is so hot, Y/n. Please tell me he’s single!”

“Jungkook? I’m pretty sure he is. Taehyung told me that Namjoon is the only other one in the friend group that’s in a relationship.”

“Okay, so far so good.” She paused to pop a stuffed mushroom in her mouth, humming in thought. “What’s his type though? Like, would I have to make the first move? Does he like a straightforward girl? Because he hasn’t so much as looked at me tonight.”

“I’ve only met Taehyung’s friends once before so I don’t know their types or anything. I do think Jungkook looks a lot manlier than he actually is. He’s very kind but shy so you’ll have to talk to him first.” You explained while opening another bottle of wine for the two of you.

Lisa frowned at the thought, not used to being the one that had to chase.

You poured two glasses, handing her one with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I can introduce you two. It’s kind of a good thing he’s avoiding you like the plague, Tae once said he only acts like that with pretty girls.”

Your friend lit up like the fourth of july.

“Hey babe!” A familiar deep voice called out.

You looked around to see your boyfriend stepping into the kitchen, a buzzed smile on his face and a slightly glazed film over his eyes.

Moments like these made you realize how much of a lightweight your boyfriend was. It only took one or two drinks for him to get tipsy. But it was still his night and he was already home amongst loved ones, so all you could do is smile endearingly at his slightly intoxicated self.

“Yes, handsome?”

His boxy grin grew, “The boys want more beer.”

“Already?! I put out a twelve pack! People need to be able to drive home, ya know!”

He laughed, “Baby, my friends can drink a gallon each and still be able to drive home with their eyes closed if need be.”

“Well I don’t have any more beer up here. Just wine. There might be some more in the basement, though.”

He nodded in thanks, turning his back to presumably go to the basement and retrieve the drinks.

Lisa waited for him to get fully out of earshot before leaning over and dramatically whispering, “How is Jimin and that Molly girl doing?”

You shrugged, “Last time I was in there, Hoseok was making conversation with Jimin and Molly was all over Yoongi.”

“Damn, trouble in paradise?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t seem too bothered and she seemed a little drunk. She might just get overly friendly when she drinks.”

“And you’re still convinced that he’s over you?”

You rolled your eyes but ultimately stayed silent, aware that the couple was acting sorta strange but also not so sure that you were the cause. You took your wine in one hand and a plate of appetizers in the other, motioning for Lisa to grab the rest and follow you.

When you both entered the living room, you were thrilled to spot Jungkook sitting alone on one of the loveseats. You quickly set the food down and pulled Lisa along with you, approaching him with a friendly smile meant to put him at ease. Considering the way his eyes widened at the sight of your friend, you didn’t know how successful you were.

“Hey Jungkook, it’s been a while!” You greeted.

“Y-Yeah it has been. How’s your erm, book going?”

“It’s doing okay, thanks for asking. Have you met my friend, Lisa?”

He briefly scanned your friend, nervously gulping before saying quietly, “…No I haven't.”

“Oh well, Lisa was just saying how much she liked your tattoos.” You nudged her, prompting her to say something.

She just nodded in agreement, suddenly meek.

He blushed, “Thank you.”

“Actually, Lisa, weren't you saying that you were thinking of getting a tattoo?” You pretended to think out loud, as if you weren’t outright playing them. You didn’t wait for her to answer the rhetorical question, “Jungkook, don’t you do tattoos now?”

Now on a topic of interest he was for sure confident in, Jungkook practically jumped in his seat, “Yeah! I do! I’ve only tatted myself and some friends but I hope to work on more people.”

You watched with a smirk as Lisa moved to sit next to Jungkook, her now explaining what she’d like done and Jungkook asking questions about placement, size and color.

You felt sure enough in them to leave them alone, now inhabiting your little corner as you finished your wine while taking in the scene.

Yoongi and Molly stood by the window, and were obviously the most inebriated. He was the type to ramble pointlessly when tipsy, and she giggled at every little thing he said, playfully shoving his shoulder once in a while. You knew for a fact that Yoongi was too deep in his own self-epiphanes to notice her bad flirting, either that or he was just trying to talk to anyone who was willing to listen.

Namjoon and Jennifer were sitting on the couch and talking to Jin, laughing at whatever odd impression he was attempting. Beside them on the loveseat, Hoseok was politely nodding along to small talk from Jimin. Being one of the friendliest and most calming of the group, it made sense that Hoseok was the one trying to make your ex boyfriend feel included.

Content to just watch your guests for a while, you stood by your lonesome and slowly sipped at the remnants of your wine.

Playing host wasn’t exactly your forte, so you were enjoying the little lull while it lasted. Unlike your boyfriend, your social battery tended to max out at the two-hour mark when in group settings.

And as much as you loved the people in your home (with maybe the exception of your ex and his girlfriend), you couldn’t wait for them to get out so you could take a long, hot shower and head to bed.

The stress of the last few days was really tiring you, and you just knew that as soon as the excitement of the showing and sold paintings wore off, Taehyung was going to continue his spat with you about the cameras.

When you and Jimin dated, you two were always on the same page. Fights very rarely happened. And Jimin was such a people pleaser that if literally anything slightly upset you, he would practically fall over himself to make you smile again.

Taehyung was the first boyfriend to genuinely pick a fight with you, being more stubborn than you about matters you didn’t necessarily want to back down from either. Your relationship conflict resolution skills were being tested, and you just didn’t have the patience or experience to keep fighting much longer. You would call a truce or some type of compromise, if it weren’t for the fact that there was no way to really keep both of you happy.

A few minutes passed as you pondered this to yourself.

Seemingly materializing out of nowhere, a mysterious arm wrapped around your waist.

The suddenness of it all caused you to jump and release a very unflattering squeak.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

A deep chuckle rumbled beside you, Taehyung smirking lazily before diving face first into your neck and nuzzling it in some sort of drunken stupor.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You groaned, trying to forcefully shove his face away from you. “Where’s the beer you went to fetch?”

Your boyfriend expertly dodged your shove and dove back into your neck, mumbling against the skin something about not being able to find more drinks.

The vibration of his lips on such a sensitive spot made you want to squirm, but his halfhearted mumbles took your attention a bit more.

“No beer? I could’ve sworn-”

“Hey Y/n!” Someone interrupted with a call across the room. You looked up to see Lisa trudging over with a determined look on her face and a fogged up look in her eyes, perhaps a bit more tipsy than you remember leaving her. “Aren’t you going to show me where exactly you saw the ghost?”

Your dear friend most likely thought she was being discreet and having a normal conversation at a perfectly appropriate tone. But no, she was actually speaking way above a conversational volume, causing everyone else in the room to halt their conversations and turn to look at you.

“Ghost?” Jin laughed.

“You saw something in this room?” Hoseok inquired with a trembling voice, most likely regretting having come over. Beside him, Jimin quietly shook his head to himself.

“No way, Y/n doesn’t believe in stuff like that.” Your ex confidently informed the group.

At the sound of your past lover’s voice, you felt Taehyung stiffen beside you. The artist untangled himself from you, standing to his full height and facing the guest with an unknown expression.

“We had a little bit of a ghost problem, but it’s taken care of now.” He paused, and you could nearly hear his smirk when he went on to declare, “I got rid of it.”

Yoongi laughed boisterously, having to hold himself up with the wall to prevent falling over. “I’m sorry, but the image of little Tae boxing a little sheet with two holes for eyes is really sending me.”

Half your guests laughed at the thought. The other more believing half still stared at you inquisitively.

An awkward silence.

“Ghosts are real.” Jennifer started, effortlessly drawing all eyes to her. “I used to live in a haunted house when I was a kid.”

She put her drink down and folded her hands across her lap, suddenly immersed in thought and careful about what she was about to share.

“In my childhood home, there was a garden in the backyard. Almost everyday, at sunset, I’d look out the window and see this lady circling the flowers and humming to herself. After ten minutes or so, she would disappear into thin air. I told my parents but they never believed me.”

She paused, either for dramatic effect or to recollect.

“Until one day, my mom saw her too. And when she went out to confront what she thought was an intruder, the lady disappeared before her eyes. My mom then did some digging about the history of the house and it turns out, the previous owner was outside gardening when she had a heart attack and died.”

A pregnant pause hung in the air as everyone silently digested the anecdote.

“That’s fucking terrifying, please tell me your parents moved houses after that.” Hoseok broke the silence first, pleading with watery eyes.

Namjoon’s wife laughed, reaching for her drink once more. “How is it scary? The lady was just checking on her garden in the afterlife. However, I then grew up really interested in supernatural stuff.” She turned to you. “There’s some tell-tale signs that a home has a spirit attached to it. Cold spots, shadow figures, whispers, scary dreams and the biggest of all: always feeling like you're being watched, even if there’s no one else in the room.”

You quietly thought to yourself. Were there any cold spots in the home? No. Any shadow figures? Nope. Whispers and nightmares? Nada.

But…the last one, being watched when no one is there.

If you really focused on your intuition, you faintly felt that even now amongst all these people, you were being watched by something unknown.

Goosebumps raised on the surface of your arms.

Chills ran down your spine and you shivered, the reaction causing Taehyung to grasp you tighter against him in what was supposed to be comfort.

You felt even more cold.

“We haven’t had any of that. Really guys, it’s taken care of.” Your boyfriend told the room, effectively shutting down the paranormal subject.

You assumed Taehyung felt a bit defensive of his ghost expelling skills, either that or he genuinely wanted another topic of discussion.

You then felt a little bad, it was still his night after all and here you were unintentionally ruining it with your little ghost stories. The focus of the room should be on him and his achievements, not everyone's supernatural beliefs and stories.

“Taehyung is right, it’s all resolved. But I’d like to ask all of you to fill up your glasses one last time, and raise them with me, ” While they did that you quickly scanned the room, “Um, except maybe you, Yoongi. Feel free to sit this one out, bud.” You laughed as the drunk man just grumbled at you, defiantly snatching another beer and holding it high while swaying on his feet.

Hopefully he wasn’t the one driving home.

You cleared your throat, “I'd like to propose a toast to our own Taehyung. Everyone in this room knows it was only a matter of time before your artistic genius was recognized by the world, but that doesn’t make us any less proud than we are of you tonight. To the first of many showings! To Taehyung!”

“To Taehyung!” the room loudly parroted back, everyone thrusting their drinks of choice in the air before knocking them back.

The artist beside you laughed and shook his head, “Really, guys it’s no big deal. Just a few paintings that I’m lucky even got sold. But thanks so much for making it. Most of you-” he snapped a side eye where Jimin sat, “have supported me so much, I’m just happy to have such a great group of friends.”

Said friends all smiled and nodded, although a few caught on to Taehyung’s subliminal dig and warily looked over at your ex.

Jimin pursed a tight smile, clearly trying to be nice and not make it obvious that he was the outsider at the party. You caught his eye and shot him a sorry look, but he shook his head in what was clearly meant to say “don’t worry about it.”

Your boyfriend continued, “However! ‘Friends’ don’t really beat ‘love of my life’. So without getting into all the lewd details of how I plan to spend my night celebrating, I’m going to need you all to start clearing out,” Taehyung smirked. “Y/n is a screamer.”

“Ew!” Lisa shouted, beside her Jungkook was suddenly unable to make eye contact with you.

The older men in the room just cackled. You slapped the artist's chest while trying to hide your blood red face.

Taehyung ducked and mouthed at your ear to whisper, “Sorry baby, but you know it’s true. And don’t act like you don’t want them out sooner rather than later.”

You wanted to be mad, but understood he was tipsy and riding on the high of his showing. So instead you played along and harshly whispered to him, “I doubt you can make me scream tonight. It’s not right to be misleading to your friends.”

He tiled your head to make you face him.

Taehyungs’ left brow twitched in vexation, his lips pulling back in a little growl. He looked around to make sure the guests were distracted with finishing their drinks or saying their goodbyes to each other. When he confirmed no eyes were on you two, he secretly placed his hand at the back of your head, running his long fingers through your hair and stopping right at the ends, to quickly form a fist and pull.

It was just one short tug, but the power of it made you gasp.

You would be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little wet too.

You had no idea where this came from. He never pulled your hair. Your boyfriend wasn’t rough and was one of those really progressive artists types that viewed any kind of manhandling in the bedroom as sort of sexist. But when you peered up at him, with the doe eyes he said he loved so much, and saw the clouded nature of his gaze, you just knew that inebriated Tae was very different from sober Tae.

Black and white, really.

‘I’m in for quite the night’ you thought to yourself while biting your lip, inwardly smug at how Taehyung transparently honed in on the action.

“Um, hey I think I’ll take my leave first.” You looked up to see Jimin awkwardly shifting in front of you two, a blacked out Molly in his hold.

“Oh god! Is she okay?” You exclaimed, noting the poor girl looked dead.

The dancer chuckled, “Yeah, she just gets really hyper when she's drunk then passes out after a bit. Ironically, sleep is all she needs I guess since she always wakes up good as new. No hangover.”

“Here let me show you out. I can help put her in the car.” You offered, already detangling yourself from Taehyung. He made a small sound of protest and made move to hold you tighter.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and consoled him with a smile, “You wanted people to leave, so we should help everyone get home safe. Can you check on Yoongi and maybe see if Namjoon and Jennifer can take him home?”

He looked conflicted, carefully sizing Jimin up through his peripheral. You wanted to roll your eyes. Although tipsy Taehyung was apparently a sexy beast, he was also an immature toddler who needed to be tricked.

You got on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “The quicker we get people out, the quicker you get me all to yourself.”

That seemed to convince him as he reluctantly stomped away in the direction of the couple, shooting one more guarded look at the dancer.

With that you led Jimin to the front door, even helping him put Molly’s heels back on before stepping out into the driveway and walking him to his car.

Silently, he opened the car and laid her in the backseat, tucking her in with his jacket. Then he shut the door, but instead of walking around to the driver spot, he turned to you and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“So….”

“Look, I’m sorry about Taehyung. I didn’t even tell him you were an ex but he’s just been really possessive and weird lately. It’s not just you.” You informed him, hoping to make him feel better.

Jimin just waved it off with a chuckle, “No, I get it. You’re really gorgeous, kind and talented. I also struggled with jealousy when we were together. Can’t really blame him.”

You hoped your blush wasn’t too prominent as you said, “Yeah, but you were always nice to people regardless of feeling possessive. He was just rude. Again, I’m sorry.”

“Well, you can’t really date someone breathtaking if you’re going to be an insecure prick about it.”

You gaped like a fish at the implication you were still breathtaking in Jimin’s eyes. Words were suddenly hard to come by.

It was silent for a moment, the tension between you two as thick as it can possibly get for two past lovers.

“Y/n…why didn’t you tell him we dated?”

“L-Like I said, he’s already been acting jealous and I didn’t want him to focus on that when it was his night. Besides, It’s not like-”

“I broke up with Molly.”

“…What?”

“It happened on the way to your after party, she was upset that I still held a candle for you. And yeah, I couldn’t drag her along when I never felt half of what I felt for you, for her. I just said it without thinking, terrible timing of course. But that’s pretty on brand for me, I suppose.” He attempted a joke.

You smiled politely, although you had no idea how you should feel.

He continued, “I just thought I should say sorry because the reason she was such a drunk and sloppy mess in your home was because I carelessly dumped her on the way there.”

“It’s um, okay Jimin. She wasn’t the only drunken mess tonight. I hope you two manage to stay friends.” You said, then after a beat added, “And that you find what you’re looking for.”

“Listen, I know you're with Taehyung and happy but, I think there was some kind of misunderstanding about our breakup. I’m not trying to be a homewrecker or anything, but can we get a coffee sometime and just…talk?”

You smiled, finding no harm in the offer. “Sure-”

“No.”

You gasped and whipped around to see Taehyung standing behind you, arms crossed and hell in his eyes as he glowered down at Jimin.

How did he get there without being spotted or heard?

It's like he fabricated out of nowhere.

“I suggest you get in your car, leave and never speak to her again.”

Your ex held his hands up in surrender, “Look man, I wasn’t trying anything-”

“What kind of guy goes to their ex when she’s clearly in a happy and healthy relationship, and tries to drudge up the past in the name of closure? Fuck your closure. You lost her, and now I have her. And trust me, she has better things to do than getting coffee with the guy who broke her heart.”

“Please, Taehyung-”

You were cut off.

His voice was the lowest you’ve ever heard it, eyes pitch black and face blank as he calmly finished, “It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. And if I see you again I’m going to break your kneecaps and skin you alive, you little spineless boy. Run along now. While you still can.”

The threats were so visceral and promising, coupled with a man who looked downright murderous yet somehow calm. As if he had done it before and doing it again would be more so an inconvenience than a whole life-ending ordeal.

In this moment, you didn’t know your own boyfriend and you were terrified with this new persona.

No one moved or spoke, in fear one step or word would make Taehyung good on his promise.

You and Jimin were paralyzed, like two helpless deer in the presence of a blood thirsty wolf, the only hope was to stay still and go unnoticed. You met your ex’s eyes and while he did look afraid, he was focused only on you and your proximity to Taehyung.

Jimin was fearful. Not for himself, but for you.

And while you wanted your ex to run away, you were also scared to be left alone with someone so different from your usual Taehyung.

How could a few drinks and some jealousy cause such a behavior?

“Hey what’s going on here?”

Namjoon and Jennifer were babysitting a toddling Yoongi, the couple was also making way to their vehicle when they spotted the scene. The so-called ‘leader’ of the gang was quick to pick up on Taehyung’s aggressive stance, probably prompting him to get involved.

You felt your body lighten in relief.

Namjoon was always good at calming people down and taking control of situations.

Like a switch was turned on, your boyfriend grinned at the oncomers and nodded over at the dancer. Seemingly happy as a clam he chirped, “Nothing, hyung! Jimin here was just leaving. His poor girlfriend had too much, I think.”

Namjoon didn’t quite believe that, you and Jimin still looked rigid with alarm after all. Nonetheless, he played along for everyone’s sake. “Really? Maybe you should leave now then Jimin, get her in bed as soon as possible. It was nice meeting you.”

Jimin took the hint with grace and wordlessly ducked into his car, not acknowledging anyone else as he mouthed to you “call me”.

He started up the car, then slowly backed out of the driveway, and eventually down the road.

“Dude, are you sure you’re okay? It looked like you wanted to kill him.” Namjoon asked the artist.

Before hearing whatever bullshit was going to spew out of his mouth next, you promptly whipped around and stormed back into the house, making sure to purposefully shoulder-check your boyfriend as hard as you could in the process.

What the fuck was wrong with the bastard?!

Talking as though he was some offender or even a murder, just because your ex wanted to catch up?

You were so dreadfully embarrassed! Jimin must’ve thought you lost your mind after him and went off to date some real weirdos.

If you weren’t already on a lease with the man, this probably would’ve been the part where you blocked him and made it your personal mission to never see him again.

Instead, you busied yourself in the kitchen and washed most of the dirty dishes your guests left behind. You hoped Taehyung was wise enough to leave you alone, if the jerk knew what was good for him.

About 15 minutes had passed, and the kitchen was nearly as spotless as it was before the party had started, thanks to your furious cleaning and scrubbing. The house was now silent, and you were just debating putting all your spices in alphabetical order when you heard a shuffle behind you.

You snapped around and instantly scoffed at the sight.

Taehyung was leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets and fixing a sheepish look at you.

“So…that got a little out of hand.”

You barked a disbelieving laugh. “More like you got out of hand, Taehyung. Threatening people like you’re some felon! Wouldn't be a surprise if there’s a rumor spreading about me dating a serial killer now."

“Y/n, I’m sorry. But please let me make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me? Your actions cannot be undone Taehyung! I cooked and cleaned after your friends and tried to make this night special for you. I just wanted you to have a nice night and be nice, and you flip out over a platonic coffee date? Who do you think I am? A slut who will open her legs to any ex who talks to me?!”

“W-what? No- Of course not! Please don’t think-”

“What the hell am I supposed to think, asshole?! Even if Jimin still had feelings for me, it would take me reciprocating them for anything to happen! You clearly don’t trust me, and if that’s the case, then what are we doing here? Should we just become roommates or something?”

A painful struck his face, watery eyes met yours when he choked out, “Do you even hear yourself? Why would I try to fight your ex if I truly didn’t love you? You’re mine, and I love you so much it’s just…I can act a little crazy sometimes.”

You sighed, turning your back on him to lean on the sink in exhaustion.

“I thought you were different from other guys, Tae. That caveman shit is extremely degrading to not only you, but especially me.”

“I’m sorry…it’s just a primal part of me that I can’t turn off. Give me a chance to make it up to you.”

You shot a look over your shoulder at him, still pissed.

He shot his hands up in the air, as if in defense. “You can still be mad at me all you want.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“Done.”

“And….And you’re forgetting all about those stupid cameras.”

He quirked a grin, unknown mirth dancing in his eyes. “Sure.”

“At the end of the week, you will personally apologize to Jimin via a phone call or letter.”

His smile dropped, your glare sharpened, “Umm..fine okay. It won’t be sincere though.”

You rolled your eyes, “Doesn’t have to be, it’s the right thing to do so you’ll do it.”

“…anything else?”

“Not for now. I’m going to bed soon so if there’s anything you need from the room, get it now.”

He wordlessly turned around, and you then faintly heard him going up the stairs.

Biting your lip in deep thought, you proceed to wipe off the last of the counters.

Could you forgive him? When he was willing to do all that to appease you?

If you were being honest with yourself, you could feel the irritation already start to melt away a bit. You hadn’t expected such a 180 in his stance, he went from threatening Jimin with murder to begrudgingly agreeing to apologize within only a matter of half an hour or so. You thought you would have to at least give him the silent treatment for a bit before you could even bargain a “sorry” for your ex. Taehyung was usually much more stubborn…

Nonetheless though, you were still upset and embarrassed about the scene.

You hated when men got violent around you, it made you feel so unsafe and small. You thought Taehyung was different, him even poking fun at the meatheads who would pull stuff like that at the local bars you would frequent while dating. So what changed?

Footsteps slowly descended back down the stairs, telling you that Taehyung had returned from your bedroom and it was safe to go up.

You left the kitchen, turned off the lights and passed through the hallway. Briefly you stopped, just short of the stairs, to see your boyfriend grumbling to himself while arranging some blankets on the couch.

A sudden and chilling thought ripped from your lips before you could even quietly ponder it.

“Taehyung…how did you know Jimin was my ex?”

He stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to face you with a blank look.

“Uh, Lisa might have slipped up and told me.”

You relaxed, unknowingly releasing a breath you had been holding. “Hmm, okay. We’ll talk tomorrow then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight baby.”

“Oh! Let me get some water first, can you check that the doors were locked?” You asked while skipping back towards the kitchen. You hated waking up with a dry mouth and always kept a glass of water on your nightstand, restless bathroom trips be damned.

You didn’t hear any response to your request, but you paid it no mind, assuming Tae probably already double, if not triple, checked the locks being the worrywart that he was.

Right next to the kitchen entrance was the basement door, and it was shut.

Yet, something stopped you in your tracks.

The light under the basement door…it was on?

“Well I don’t have any more beer up here. Just wine. There might be some more in the basement, though.”

It couldn’t be….could it?

Your intuition was hollering at you from within.

A force greater than you pulled you to the door handle.

Against yourself, you opened the door to the basement…

And choked back a horrified scream.

At the bottom of the stairs lay Taehyung.

Unconscious, pale and bleeding horrifically from some head wound that was forming an inky pool under his crumpled form.

It wasn’t your Taehyung that returned upstairs.

So...this has been sitting in my drafts for over a year lol. I do have a dramatic ending in mind and some final scenes but yea, I don't think I could finish this unless people actually wanted it so let me know if this is a plot you kinda liked? I never tried flat-out supernatural horror like this. Anyway, happy October guys! Love you all. Luna :)

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[aphroditelovesu]

kinktober 2023 masterlist || disclaimer: will obviously contain nsfw content. be aware of this.

🎃˚˖੭ I love when you're submissive, love it when I break skin, you feel pain without flinchin', so say it...🎃˚˖੭

❝day one: vampire/bloody sex with Klaus Mikaelson❞

❝day two: praise kink with Apollo❞

❝day three: breeding kink with Alexander the Great❞

❝day four: daddy kink with Elijah Mikaelson❞

❝day five: degradation with Ares❞

❝day six: bondage with Aphrodite❞

❝day seven: somnophilia with Hypnos❞

❝day eight: threesome with Apollo and Eros❞

❝day nine: overstimulation with Damon Salvatore❞

❝day ten: voyeurism with Taehyung❞

❝day eleven: shadow play with Azriel❞

❝day twelve: exhibitionism with Dionysus❞

❝day thirteen: rough sex with Tom Riddle❞

❝day fourteen: romantic sex/making love with Eros❞

❝day fifteen: first time with Jungkook❞

❝day sixteen: wax play with Daenerys Targaryen❞

❝day seventeen: roleplay with Achilles❞

❝day eighteen: public sex with Hades❞

❝day nineteen: thigh riding with Sirius Black❞

❝day twenty: lactation kink with Robb Stark❞

❝day twenty-one: edging with Ares❞

❝day twenty-two: threesome with Achilles and Patroclus❞

❝day twenty-three: wing play with Lucifer Morningstar❞

❝day twenty-four: temperature play with Daenerys Targaryen❞

❝day twenty-five: dacryphilia with Jin❞

❝day twenty-six: wedding night with Apollo❞

❝day twenty-seven: size kink with Achilles❞

❝day twenty-eight: shower sex with Poseidon❞

❝day twenty-nine: cockwarming with Anakin Skywalker❞

❝day thirty: spanking with Eros❞

❝day thirty-one: non-con/dub-con elements with Apollo❞

🎃˚˖੭ Give me tough love, leave me with nothin' when I come down, my kinda love; push me and choke me till I pass out... 🎃˚˖੭

⤷ cited song: One Of The Girls - The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp and Jennie.❝

❝ 🎃 — 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍: if you want to be tagged for future updates, comment or send a DM.

⤷ tagging: @krismikaelson, @compulsiivedreamer, @legendarydefendorkitty

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[riphobisbraces]

The Lucky Seven | BTS ot7 x reader

Hybrid/Royal AU

~ chapter 3 + lore ~

[word count: 3650+]

❀ genre: dark royal core, hybrid au, royalty au, hybrids/knights!ot7 x human/ princess!reader, afab (she/her) reader, polyamory (mostly ot7 × reader), strangers to lovers, daddy dom, smut and sexual sometimes. tiny bits of horror

❀ warnings: smut, swearing, murder, death (not the reader or ot7 though, l'm not evil), mentions of inbreeding (not between reader or ot7) some unsettling horror depictions, it won't be every chapter though or the whole story, just little bits here and there. (I'm willing to re write chapters for you to read if you can't do horror but still wanna follow along, just ask! 🖤 )

——— summary ———

In a world of hybrids and humans, following each other closely to extinction, you are one of the last full humans, Princess y/l/n of the emerald nation. humans are essential for the survival of hybrids so why are assailants hunting you and your family down? because of this, the court has decided it’d be best for you to be guarded at all times by the nations strongest knights, you’ve only ever heard of them but have never seen their faces. What will happen once you come face to face with the infamous “lucky seven”?

[ chapter 3 + lore ]

You swallowed loudly, Namjoon’s words ringing through your head. Stood before you were seven knights, as attractive as they were intimidating. They were clad in dark iron armour, long swords strapped to their sides.

“Princess, I introduce to you, the lucky seven.” Your father promptly stated, therefore queuing the men to kneel before you. “Your highness” they all spoke in unison whilst looking down in respect. This made your heart slightly jump at the sudden submission from the domineering looking men.

Standing up, the men turned their sight to your father as he continued “the lucky seven are our nation's most powerful and capable knights. They are of full hybrid, all seven being a pack.” Taking in your father's words, their pack name finally rang a bell. You’ve heard of them before. You’ve heard from whispers of servants that the pack is strong enough to take out dozens of assailants at once.

You had no idea that the two men that had saved you the night before were part of the infamous pack. With Namjoon’s kind and gentle smile you could have never imagined that he was apart of such a daunting pack. “Now. These men are to guard you in and out the palace at all times. You are required to have at least three knights by your side in the palace, all seven if you wish you leave the palace.” Your father ordered.

“Sir Kim Seokjin” he called. The man from the far left stepping forward, “My lord” he replied. “This here, is Sir Kim Seokjin, the pack’s oldest. He is a hamster hybrid.” your father declared gesturing to the man.

A hamster? He was tall and had broad shoulders, contrasting a small waist. You would’ve never guess that the tall and muscular looking man was a hamster hybrid. He was staring forward, head held up high.

Examining his face, you took note of his lips immediately. They were strikingly plump and glossy. Making your way up his face, his eyes were the colour of chocolate, the same as his hair. You found yourself in awe of the man’s attractiveness, you’ve never seen anyone so radiant, other than the two hybrids you had just met last night of course.

Without warning, the man’s glance turned from your father to you. Startled, you glanced away, embarrassed. Looking down, you closed your hands together and started to fidget with your thumbs. The man smiled at this. ‘how cute’ he thought to himself before turning his glance to your father once again.

“Sir Min Yoongi” your father called, saving you from your embarrassment. “My lord” answered the man, stepping forward. You looked back up to see the knight.

This man was shorter than the others, almost petite, with long black hair swept over the top of his head. He was just as ravishing as the hybrid before him, feline-like eyes and a downturned mouth. His jawline was less sharp than the others, giving him a soft look.

“Sir Min Yoongi here, is the second oldest of the pack. He is a cat-hybrid” your father spoke. ‘Of course’ you thought to yourself, even in his human forum he resembles a feline. You nodded to your father to continue.

“and I’m sure you’ve already been acquainted with Sir Kim Namjoon and Sir Jung Hoseok.” the two stepped forward, “my lord” they replied in unison before both turned their sights to you, making you unconsciously clear your throat. “Sir Kim Namjoon is the third oldest of the seven, a wolf hybrid as you may already be aware of. He is the pack’s leader.” stated your father, looking to Namjoon causing the knight to smile proudly, dimples displayed while straightening his posture somehow even more so.

Your fathers eyes then moved to whom you knew as Hobi. “And Sir Jung Hoseok is the pack’s fourth oldest. A dog-hybrid, specifically of the golden retriever species” your father gestured to the man. So he’s a golden retriever? You can’t help but smile at the thought, it suits him. His smile was wide and bright, truly like a golden retriever.

“And now I want to introduce the pack’s three youngest” decreed your father, resulting in the last of the three to step forward “my lord” they replied in unison, just like Hobi and Namjoon did. “Starting from the left, this is Sir Park Jimin, the third youngest. His hybrid animal is also a feline like Sir Min Yoongi” you turned your sight to aforementioned the man.

‘Woah’ you thought to yourself. He was a pretty man, face adorned with plump and pillowy lips like the hamster hybrid before him. His eyes were feline-like, almost seductive. The man was smaller than the others, a slim waist also like the hamster hybrid’s but you could tell that he had a strong figure.

“The middle knight is Sir Kim Taehyung, second youngest and a lion hybrid” your father motioned to the knight. This knight was equally as attractive as the rest of his pack, having an alluring look. The man having thick brows, making him look serious.

Upon further examination, you took note of his facial moles, one being above his lip and another on top of his nose. He also had both a monolid and a double lid. The knight had a structured face paired with a sculpted body, much like his other pack mates, only difference being his hands, as they were a bit larger than the others.

“And last but certainly not least, the pack’s youngest, Sir Jeon Jungkook, a bunny hybrid.” spoke your father. The last and youngest knight was ironically the second tallest of his pack. You could see that he was also most likely the most buff, coming to a close tie with Namjoon.

Contrasting his bulky frame, was an innocent appearing face. His eyes were wide, doe like, accompanied by lips with a sharp cupids bow. The combination was very charming. Enticed by the man before you, you also took notice of a little scar across his left cheek.

Your father cleared his throat, taking you out of your mesmerization “you are dismissed until dinner” he declared. You curtsied your father before turning to walk out the room. Followed behind you were multiple steps pattered against the floor, causing you to turn around, the steps to coming to a halt.

Behind you, stood the seven knights ready to escort you. “Oh, you meant starting now?” your voice rang through the courtroom.

-

The sounds of numerous footsteps clacked against the marble floor behind you as you made your way through the corridor back to your chamber. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy with the amount of eyes you felt on your back. The men were in a line, taking up the whole hallway while following closely behind you.

Each step you took, felt calculated, as if you would trip from the burning stares. You decide to stop, the footsteps behind you also stopping, mirroring yours. Acknowledging this, you started walking once again, footsteps following suit.

You stopped one more time, the steps halting once more. This is when you turned to face the men “can you guys at least walk beside or in front of me, you’re all making me very nervous.” you stated whilst rubbing your wrist. You were used of a servant or two following you around from time to time but certainly not 7 very attractive men.

“Why are you nervous? We’re your guards, we are supposed to protect you after all.” The knight named Jin spoke with a sly manner while moving to stand in front of you. The man bent down to match his height with yours, cocking his head with a smile. This made your stomach do all sorts of flips.

Startled, you took a step back and swallowed dryly. You weren’t used to such close eye contact, especially with a man who wasn’t your servant. You could feel the sweat beads quickly forming behind your neck when Namjoon stepped forward, wrapping his hand around Jin’s shoulder.

“Alright hyung, be mindful of the princess. Remember, she’s never been around anyone other than her parents and servants until the night before..” the wolf hybrid reminded the hamster hybrid. Jin clicked his tongue against his teeth “I guess you’re right…” he reluctantly admitted. “so? can you guys please walk in front of me….” you spoke quietly, causing the men to turn their attention back to you.

They could all feel their hearts warm at your timidness. Hoseok abruptly spoke up, stepping forward “Namjoon and I will walk beside you, the rest will walk behind you” he happily volunteered, much to the other hybrids chagrin. They wanted you walk beside you.

“okay.. thank you..” you breathed out. Namjoon and Hoseok walked up to your sides, the wolf-hybrid taking your left and the golden retriever-hybrid your right. The rest of the knights lined up behind you.

“better?” Asked Namjoon looking down at you. You looked up the at the wolf-hybrid, feeling a bit more comfortable than you did before. “Yes.” You replied and with that, you continued making your way to your room, the hybrid knights by your side and behind, following closely along.

-

As you finally made it to the oh so familiar tall white doors of your chamber, you couldn’t help but notice the gasps and whispers that came from your servants and maids as you were walking through the palace. Usually you’re kindly greeted and approached in the palace by your servants but with the intimidating looking pack that followed you, they all seemed to scatter away. It was as if they were avoiding you or more accurately, the pack.

This saddened you a bit as you already don’t have any friends. As pathetic as it may sound, your servants were the closest things you had to friends. Sighing, you were about to open your doors when you were cut off by a pair large arms.

“Please, allow us. Wait here.” Contended Hoseok. He turned the knobs, opening the doors as he and Namjoon stepped inside while the others waited outside with you. After the two deemed the room safe, they called out to their fellow pack members.

“it’s clear” signalling for you and the rest to walk in. ‘Is it going to be like this every single time I walk into a room?’ you questioned to yourself.

-

The sound of your clock filled the silent room, with the occasional turn of a book page from Namjoon who was reading by the seat near your windowsill. You were sitting in front of your vanity, braiding your hair while the men were scattered across your room. When your father said they were to be by your side at all times, you didn’t think he meant it literally.

Swinging your head back and groaning in frustration, you started to mentally berate yourself. If you hadn’t snuck out, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. 'You should’ve just stayed home' you thought to yourself.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in your head. Would the attack even still have happened if you weren’t there? How did the assailants even know that you were the princess? Was it the same way Hoseok did? Did they know you would be there that night? And if so, how?

Millions of questions ran rapid through your head. Your head started to feel heavy and sore. With sudden pangs of pain shooting through your mind, you decide to put your head down on your vanity, arms wrapped around underneath for cushion.

You shut your eyes and tried to do the same with your mind. You inhaled through your nose deeply before exhaling slowly through your mouth, as though if you controlled your breathing, your mind would soon follow suit. Much to your surprise, it did. Your mind slowly started to go blank, instead, focusing on the ticking of your room’s clock.

tick..tock..tick..tock..tick..tock.. you find yourself start to yawn as your body began to sunk even more into your vanity, relaxation running through your body. With the recent events that had transpired, you would think you wouldn’t be able to get a blink of sleep out of fear or paranoia.

Instead you felt safe. Knowing deep down, it is because of the hybrids that currently reside in your room. The ticking of your clock is getting quieter and quieter, before you succumb to your inevitable slumber.

-

It doesn’t take very long before the youngest hybrid notices that you had fallen asleep. Cautiously, he began walking towards your sleeping figure on the chair. You were facing down on your vanity table, head wrapped around with your arms.

Unexpectedly, you moved your arm to scratch your head, placing it back down away from your face. Jungkook slowly bent down and moved toward you to examine your face. Upon closer inspection, the hybrid noticed a little bit of drool on the corner of your mouth. This made him chuckle in endearment.

Slowly backing up, he cleared his throat “Guys? I think the princess has fallen asleep” he whispered with a smile. Quickly, the men turned from whatever they were doing and fixed their sights upon you. Their faces softening as they took in the sight before them.

Your hair was half braided, baby hairs sticking to your forehead from sweat. Mouth slightly parted as you breathed in and out. “She looks so… peaceful.” Jimin spoke. “You’re right” Taehyung agreed.

They all continued to stare at you in silence whilst you slept, only the clock ticking and your soft breaths filling the silent room. What after seemed like an eternity, Namjoon finally spoke up. “We should get the princess into her bed.” The men uttered courses of agreement before Jungkook quickly offered “I’ll do it!” while standing up.

Everyone nodded and made their ways back to their spots, secretly a bit jealous that they didn’t think of Jungkook’s offer first. Quietly, the youngest made his way to your sleeping body, carefully picking you up out of your seat as to not wake you. Lifting you up, he laid your head on his shoulder, causing you to unconsciously wrap your arms around his neck, the action warming his heart.

He then wrapped your legs around his waist one by one. Cautiously, he started walking, making his way to your bed careful not to drop you. Slowly, he began to put you down on your bed but much to his surprise, you wouldn’t let go, your legs and arms still wrapped around his body.

“Um, Hyungs….” Jungkook quietly spoke. The rest of the pack turned their attention to their youngest, eyes widening at the sight. Jungkook wasn’t even holding onto you, yet, you were wrapped around him like a spider monkey.

“She won’t let me go…” Jungkook continued. The sight made them envy the youngest. Jin stood up “are you sure? try leaning down on the bed” ordered the hamster hybrid. Jungkook nodded and did what he was told.

You were still holding on tight but now you were whining. Your whines tugged at the men’s heart strings. “shit…” Namjoon said, holding his chin while thinking. “Well… just let her sleep on you.”

Jungkook’s heart raced. He swallowed dryly “ar-are you sure?” asked the youngest. “yes, I’m sure” affirmed the leader. Namjoon couldn’t lie, he was envious of the youngest but your safety and well being came first, that included your sleep. So alas, he would just have to deal with his jealousy.

Slightly shaking, Jungkook softly sat down on the bed before putting his legs up and laying down on his back with you still wrapped on him. ‘The princess of the emerald nation is wrapped around me’ he thought. Looking straight up to the ceiling, he was nervous.

He didn’t want to make any wrong move so he just laid there, stiff, not even breathing. Suddenly you yawned and your grip on him became even tighter. This turned his gaze to you. You looked so comfortable. This subconsciously made him follow suit, his body relaxing at the sight and finally breathing.

Once he inhaled, he caught your scent. You smelt of vanilla and shea butter, causing him to decompress even more. He looked over your face and noticed your baby hairs, still stuck to your forehead. Slowly, he raised his hand toward your head, lightly moving them to the side. This made you sigh in content, the sound making the hybrid’s cheeks heat up.

'You were really cute' he thought to himself. The hybrid laid his head back down, closing his eyes. Your scent, the sound of your breaths and the weight of your body, all combining together to create a deadly melatonin for the bunny-hybrid. He soon followed suit you, falling into a slumber.

-

Night time quickly fell. The hybrids stared at Jungkook and you, begrudgingly. You were for sure going to be scented by the bunny hybrid by the time you woke up, and they all each wanted to be the first one to do so. You looked like a little pup compared to Jungkook’s large frame.

Although envious, they enjoyed the sight in front of them, their pack mate and their princess looking so comfy sleeping together. A knock brought them to their senses followed by a door creak. “Your highness?” spoke a servant.

They all immediately shushed the servant, startling him and almost causing him to jump. Looking around, he noticed that they were all sat around your bed, you still being wrapped around Jungkook. The servant nervously cleared his throat “apologies but uhhh, is princess y/l/n going to make it to dinner?” He questioned in a hushed voice.

“I don’t think so” answered Jin while turning to look at your sleeping figure on Jungkook, in a complete dead sleep. “okay well just so you’re aware, only three of you need to be here over-night so if the four of you wanna go back to your den then you ca-“ “no.” Namjoon abruptly cut the servant off. “we’re okay here.” The wolf hybrid affirmed, looking back to you.

“thank you, that will be all” finished the leader, turning back to give the servant a courteous, but fake, smile. “oh okay. I’ll be off then.” replied the servant before he made his exit, the sound of the doors shutting gently behind him. “So how are we gonna do this?” Asked Hobi.

“I guess the two of us can try and fit on the bed with Jungkook and y/n while the others can sleep on the floor” answered Namjoon. Jimin immediately stood up “I am not sleeping on the floor” making his way to the bed, laying down beside jungkook and you.

Jimin stretched his arms and yawned. “So who’s sleeping with us? There’s one more spot” questioned the feline. Suddenly a body jumped onto the edge of the bed, causing it to slightly shake. The pack members angrily shushed in unison. “sorry, I couldn’t help it” Hobi smiled, making himself comfortable on the bed. Namjoon sighed “I guess it’s you guys and I on the floor tonight, huh?” he concluded to Jin, Yoongi and Taehyung, nudging the youngest one.

“aishhhh.” Yoongi exclaimed while throwing his head back. “alright whatever” the lion-hybrid defeatedly said throwing his hands up before he started to make his way to what he assumed was your closet, looking for any sort of extra blankets. Taehyung wanted to sleep with you but he guesses that his three pack members will do for tonight.

-

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[ LORE ]

Hybrids:

Hybrids are a humanoid species who can shape shift. They require the blood of humans in order to survive. Without it, they can lose the ability to shape shift back into humans. If hybrids stay in their animal form for too long, they can lose their humanity and minds before ultimately, dying as a rabid animals. Not all animals in this world are rabid, just hybrids who lose their humanity. This becomes a problem as humans become more scarce and classism rises in the nations. Needing twice as much as blood from a half human then you would a full human. Poor or small hybrid villages are often overlooked, deemed unfit for survival.

Humans:

Humans. What can we say about humans.. except everything. They are seen as gods, saviours, supreme beings and everything in between. Their yearly blood sacrifices that nourished their hybrid minds and bodies were seen as the most noble act. For this, they were and are forever in their debts. Human blood wasn’t seen as something to have to regulate or worry about since there were so many humans. Before the disaster that is. There was a huge unknown catastrophe hundreds of years ago that wiped out only and nearly all humans. Since then, humans and their blood have been regulated, only the richest villages in the nations being sub-stained while others, perished, turning into rabid animals forever before finally succumbing and dying. The fall of a hybrid village is something no one should ever witness. The scent of a human can also help a hybrid thrive and become stronger, kind of like a boost.

Emerald nation:

This nation was formed hundreds of years ago along with dozens of other nations following the catastrophic disaster that took almost all humans. The fateful surviving human families of that day were sent over all the nations, one family for each one. Over the years the nations capital villages that the human families resided in soon turned into kingdoms, the families also turning into what we know as royal. The humans served and provided for their respective kingdoms alongside hybrids alike. The humans also courted fellow humans from other nations royal families to keep the human blood line going but as time went on, there were no more other humans to court. This caused a proposal, a proposal for selected hybrids to court and mate with royal family members. This went on for years, resulting in half hybrids and quarter hybrids before only one full blooded human family remained. Your family.

a/n; hello again everyone! it’s currently almost 7am where I live. I stayed up to finish and proof read the chapter and I’m soooo tired but I really wanted to finish and share with you guys :)) anyways I’m gonna try and sleep for a bit. I’ll start a bit of chapter four tomorrow but I’ll be sure to have it finished and posted by Wednesday night or Thursday morning (my time zone is EDT) thank you for reading! 🥰

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[matchaelette]

when exhausted jungkook is equal to a cranky jungkook but you’re just a simple girl

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, both ash and jungkook are working very hard and they’re exhausted to the point where it feels like they might drop dead soon. kook gets frustrated because ash won’t pay him enough attention but soon she ends up pampering his majesty’s ass anyways. also, there’s a backdrop on ash’s life; she is a musician and a part of iu’s band

genre: pure fluff.

warning: none. go crazy children

word count: 4.5k

notes: I know I know, like, a part of iu’s band? isn’t that a bit too much? nah it’s not. I have enough reality chasing me irl, let me have my fun here. also, I hope ya’ll are doing okay. a new year comes with a lot of expectations and responsibilities so don’t be too hard on yourselves <3 happy 2024 peeps :D

“what. do you want. jeon jungkook.”

“ooh she used the full name, have I been a bad boy?”, the words tumble down your boyfriend’s lips with a dramatic flare, followed by a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, unfazed by the sheer force of your previous sentence, “what do you mean what do I want? attention and affection, of course.”

not that you’re counting, but what you assume to be the nineteenth sigh tonight, leaves your lips. your eyelids were so heavy that you doubted if even a fire in the building could wake you up. exhaustion tore at your limbs and you didn’t have the power to lift your eyelids to shoot a glare at your golden retriever boyfriend, let alone muster enough energy to face him and provide him... what did he say again? attention and affection.

you’ve been tirelessly working throughout the week, barely having time to eat or sleep. almost every day you’re coming back home at four in the morning, when jungkook is sound asleep, and leaving again in three hours, when he is yet to wake up. it’s the first time in quite a few days that you came home at a reasonable hour and were tangled in the bed with a very much awake jungkook. but as much as you want to entertain him, your body does not seem willing to cooperate.

you’re a musician, and boy when you pursued a music career, you never thought it could ever make you tired. music has been your love and your life since you could remember and a very fundamental part of your life. whether it was humming random strings of sounds while having your diaper changed as a baby (your parents’ word) or singing meaningless lyrics to any tune you heard when you started talking (again, your parents’ word), your love for music has always just grown. you’re now a full-blown musician, having the privilege to work with all the a-rated musicians of the world. you are pretty much a regular member of iu’s band— iu being the living legend of korea and the forever-long crush of jungkook’s life— but you still worked with other artists from time to time, sometimes as a producer, sometimes as a composer.

throughout your high school years, you developed a reputation as the person who would randomly start humming during examinations, writing lyrics on her exam papers, and always playing instruments or plainly singing in every single school function. and if that wasn’t a wake-up call, getting scouted as a musician through your personal instagram was certainly one. it happened right during the end of high school when you were preparing for uni, and the single event changed everything in your life. you were scouted by an agency called bighit, and they convinced you to audition, intriguing you enough to skip school one day and show up in a rusty building in the gangnam district of seoul with a guitar hanging on your shoulder. impressed by your skills, they signed you up as a trainee.

it was one of the best things that happened in your life.

ironically, it was also where you met your boyfriend for the first time.

saying your parents weren’t happy when you decided to completely backtrack from uni and focus solely on music would be an understatement. you were always an exceptional student— part of the reason your teachers would always overlook you humming in class or using your projects as a canvas for your musical colors— and were supposed to major in business studies as your parents’ wishes. while it was never something you hated— in fact, you always thought that you’d rather be a super successful businesswoman if you couldn’t be a musician— but having your first choice being handed to you on a silver platter, you'd be a fool not to take it. your parents were enraged, they cut you off from the family entirely, but you were nothing if not stubborn. determined to make it, alone if you have to, you've worked your ass off for all these years to get into the position you’re in now, a place where your name is gold-plated in the music industry.

but success was never truly your goal. your goal was to simply stay immersed in a world of music and you can’t help but take pride of how far all alone. but working like your life depended on it became sort of a habit, sometimes to the point where a singular musical note could make you groan. you don’t sing as much as you used to back in high school, instead, you use up all your time to compose music and play the guitars for iu.

said idol is supposed to be having a comeback very soon, somewhere your boyfriend’s bandmate was also going to star— kim taehyung— and so work has been extra draining lately, with everyone trying to master every single detail and point.

“kook, stoooop”, you whine, burying your face in the soft pillow, waterfalls of hair obscuring your vision as you make a feeble attempt to wriggle out of jungkook’s grasp. but he is relentless. he rolls his eyes and manhandles you back into his arms, causing you to let out a small yelp as your back presses against his chest.

jungkook, himself, was tired as hell. while you were coming back at four in the morning, he was coming back at three, working equally hard as you. jungkook is always driven by his passions and he never hesitates to work hard for it, but despite that fact, this week has been particularly challenging, especially with the pressure of working on his own solo album. the lack of food and sleep was almost getting to him, leaving him irritable to the point where he almost snapped at the choreographer. although he apologized quickly, he noticed that he was in the mood where people pick up fights for no reason. he decided to just come back home and get some rest before something else could provoke him, but when he discovered you were at home as well, he couldn’t help but get clingy. after all, you guys haven’t properly talked for weeks.

and he missed you.

“c’mon, I can’t even see your face”, jungkook props himself up on his elbow, his breath gently fanning your face.

“we’ve already established the fact i’m pretty. let me sleep, kook.”

“aren’t pretty faces meant to be looked at?”

jungkook furrows his brows when he gets no answer from you. he blinks furiously to keep his own exhaustion at bay and studies your face to see if you’ve already drifted off to sleep. your eyes are closed, and he can feel the steady rhythm of your heart inside the hoodie of his that you’re wearing. he can also sense you’re not asleep though. not yet anyway.

“babeee”, jungkook lets out a high-pitched whimper and immediately yelps when you elbow him in the ribs but he isn’t sure which one strikes a nerve, the elbow or the words that follow.

“dude, would you please let me sleep? I am tired as fuck and I have to wake up early”, you grit your teeth in clear annoyance, not even bothering to open your eyes, “unlike some people”

jungkook feels a twinge of guilt, but he can also feel a surge of a new emotion. anger? before he can fully comprehend what is going on, inconsiderate words escape his mouth.

“so am I. but you don't see me complaining all the time.”

your eyes fly open. before you can fully discern their meaning of jungkook’s words, he moves away from you, retreating completely to his side of the bed and putting as much space between your bodies as possible. you use your last fragments of remaining energy to prop yourself up into a half-seated position to face him, but jungkook has already turned his back on you.

“what is that supposed to mean?”

silence.

“jungkook, what the hell was that supposed to mean?”

“go to sleep, okay?”, his quiet voice makes you falter and you immediately understand that he is angry. though for what, you don’t quite understand.

“jungkook, i’m sleepy, okay? and—”

“then sleep! no one’s stopping you now.”

“but you’re mad at me for being tired! how is that fair? i’ve been working like crazy—”

“geez, sorry for being unfair, ash”, sarcasm drips from jungkook’s voice and you don’t like that in the slightest, “I also have to wake up early, earlier than you in fact, so please let me sleep.”

an uncomfortable silence follows his sentence.

“alright”, you sigh and drop it after staring at his back for a few seconds. you don’t want to get into an argument now, not when both of you are on the verge of collapsing, prone to say things you don’t mean at all. you’d rather sleep and deal with it in the morning when both of you are well rested and not running on two hours of sleep and a shit ton of caffeine.

it’s not always you get to see this side of jungkook. anyone who knows him knows that the boy is crafted from starry skies and honeyed galaxies alone, always smiling a bit too easily and lighting everyone around him as bright as the evening star.

however, every time you see a crack at his easy, carefree demeanor, you can’t help but feel a sense of helplessness within. jungkook doesn’t get irritated often and certainly not easily, but when he does, his behavior takes a different turn. he doesn’t shout or scream or take his anger out on inanimate objects as you tend to do. instead, he completely shuts himself out of the world. every curt answer feels like a form of silent treatment, every word spoken laces itself with sarcasm, always hitting where it hurts the most. even though he never takes his anger out on you, you don’t like seeing him like this.

if you knew he would react like this, you would have given a little more effort to remain awake in his company. jungkook may be childish but he rarely behaves like this. and you’re just a simple girl, hopelessly in love with the boy who has his back turned to you.

“goodnight”, you draw closer to him and drape an arm around his waist hesitantly. when he doesn’t stir or reply, a dejected sigh escapes your lips. nonetheless, you tenderly wrap the blanket around him and nestle your face at the nape of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of fresh linen and mint.

despite the fatigue draping your limbs, despite jungkook starting to softly snore within minutes, it takes you an entire hour to fall asleep.

you let out yet another groan as memories from last night come flooding back into your mind. it has been like that all day, the memories coming and going as they pleased, striking you with a sense of disappointment every time they do. jungkook was already gone when you woke up in the morning and despite knowing he had an early schedule, you couldn't help but feel downhearted.

you immediately checked your phone back then, hoping to find a message from him but much to your disappointment, there was none. both you and jungkook had quite hectic schedules, but it became an unspoken agreement in the house to update each other about your days ever since you moved in together. jungkook would always leave little neon post-its on the fridge with messages— reminder to eat something before you get coffee!!! and call me after you wake up, let’s get lunch together??? — whenever he left the house before you were up and vice versa. soon, the post-its turned into text messages because it was always easier in the rush of the mornings. jungkook would always wake up to texts from you— before you get mad, I did kiss you before leaving but you wouldn’t budge— and he would instantly call you to check if your schedules aligned and if he could pick you up after work.

but having no text from jungkook this morning could mean only one thing.

he is still mad.

despite being agitated because of your lack of basic human activities, you pushed aside those emotions and called him immediately. you got more worried when jungkook didn’t pick the phone up because you knew he wasn’t one to hold petty grudges. you reluctantly dragged yourself out of bed then, brushing and getting ready to face the day. now that you’ve had gained a few hours of rest, you realized how tired jungkook looked last night. you could almost hear the constant grumbles from his stomach that pointed out how hungry he was. But he kept saying that he didn’t have the energy to eat. you could see the swollen eyelids and the purple hue outlining it more clearly, how he walked unsteadily as if he was drunk.

jungkook called you back while you were on your way to work. you weren’t really surprised but it still dissipated some of your nerves. he explained that his phone was on silent and he didn’t see your call but his voice still sounded distant and his responses were short. he also mentioned that he might not come home tonight, hoping to squeeze in some extra practice hours.

he didn’t call you once for the rest of the day.

very un-jungkook of him.

and you were too busy to call him.

it is nearly midnight now. you find yourself inside your car, driving through the dimly lit streets of seoul. despite the hour, the city is bustling, alive with people and emotions. driving through the city always puts you at ease; you hated crowds but you loved observing people, the multitudes of emotions they go through every moment, making every one so much different than another but still intricately woven within love and life.

after the long day, you yearned for the warmth and comfort of your bed, considering skipping the shower part because that’s how drained you were. you didn’t eat anything all day, something that has become a routine now, save for the apple you grabbed while leaving the house in the morning. minus the seven-something cups of coffee.

yet you find yourself driving in the direction of the hybe studios.

you’re almost near the building when a sudden realization makes you click your tongue in annoyance. should have gotten some flowers. why did I not think of that before?

you park your car and make your way inside the extravagant building. the staff knew you well by now, both from your days as a trainee and your frequent visits to your boyfriend and his bandmates. you ascend to the top floor of the establishment, going straight toward one of the empty practice rooms jungkook loves to use whenever he is rehearsing on his own.

pushing the door open, you enter the room. the space is slightly dark, only illuminated with neon purple lights, ridiculously confirming your boyfriend’s presence to you. call it jungkook being jungkook, but your boyfriend hates harsh lights. you don’t doubt that he would happily reside in the darkness for the rest of his life if he was asked to.

you spot jungkook in the farthest corner of the room— hybe practice rooms are scarily huge— a blur of black sweats and bobbing hair, vigorously throwing hooks and uppercuts at the gray punching bag hanging in front of him. even from a distance you can see that he is completely absorbed in his own world, a side of him that you have come to know well over the years. this jungkook is full of energy and passion. this jungkook is the golden maknae of bts, putting his heart and soul into whatever he was working on, squeezing every last drop of capability, and surpassing every single one of his limits every minute. this is the boy who keeps on giving birth to beauty, elegance, and unparalleled talent.

you didn’t like to disrupt jungkook’s concentration when he was working so you decide to sit silently until he noticed your himself. however, concern washes over you when you see the lack of gloves in his hand. instead, his hands are wrapped with gauze and tape as he mercilessly throws jabs at the punching bag, and you can notice the blood seeping through the rips of the cloth around his knuckles.

“are you trying to piss me off on purpose?”, you hiss softly, walking towards him and putting your palm on his shoulder so as not to scare him. but jungkook yelps in shock anyways, bambi eyes wide and startled like a deer caught in front of headlights.

“ash?”

“why are you not wearing gloves?”, you take his hands into your own, flinching when you get a good look at it. his knuckles were visible through the torn cloth, red and angry, blood seeping through the gashes on his skin.

“sorry—”, jungkook throws you a sheepish glance, recovering from the initial shock, “—when did you come here? wait, why are you here?”

“to kick your ass”, you say, exasperated, “seriously jungkook, how hard is it to wear a glove? you just take the damn thing and squeeze your hand insi—”

“I did! but then it tore somehow”

you scowled.

“it’s true! look! I threw it on the ground when it ripped. it’s still there!”

“then don’t punch so hard!”

“but I have to train!”, jungkook pouted, hoping his cute facial expression would calm you down. you scowled more.

you huff, releasing his hands and making your way toward the line of closets in the back of the room. it’s where the first aid kits are usually kept. you know every practice room in the entire building has one or two of these because this is where most of the accidents happens. you can sense jungkook’s gaze following you but he remains mute.

getting what you need, you take a seat on the furnished floor and pat it, urging jungkook to do the same. he falls silent once again, any surprise from your unexpected arrival which urged him to talk normally wore off and the tension was back.

jungkook complies and sits down in front of you. he takes a good few seconds to stare at your outstretched palms before sighing in defeat and offering you his hands when he notices your enraged glare. He doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of your rage. and doesn’t matter he says, he would be lying if he said his hands didn’t throb from the pain.

you carefully remove the white gauges from his hands, wincing when more blood oozes out. looking at red cuts and bruises across his skin almost physically pains you, but jungkook stays completely silent, eyes drinking you in. he recalls being mad at you but he can’t quite recall the reason. it’s not because he can't remember now, especially with you here, tending to his wounds in such a delicate manner that you fear you would hurt him. as if something as gentle as your touch could ever cause him harm. not because you look like you were put on this earth to solely heal his hands. and not because you showed up here unannounced. because he genuinely can’t remember what made him so mad at you last night, literally out of thin air, and now he feels embarrassed at his own immaturity.

he just couldn’t figure out how to approach you after being a total jerk.

weird how humans tend to hurt the ones they love the most, almost always for no particular reason at all.

you finish your work wordlessly, putting band-aids around his knuckles and ointment on the cuts peppering his fingers. letting his hands fall onto his lap, you gather the bloodied materials from the floor and rise up to throw them in the waste paper box. jungkook follows your suit, standing up cluelessly.

“you’re gonna start throwing punches again?”

“hmm? uh no— I think I will practice the choreographies now”

“okay”, you sigh.

jungkook looks like hell, you realize. his messy hair is messier than usual, sticking out wildly at all angles, eyes droopy and rimmed with circles darker than you remember seeing last night. sweat glistened on his hunched figure tired from the physical exertion, soaking his sweatshirt.

you know you look just as worn out as him. you can feel it by the way he looks at you.

“uh so— are you gonna drive ho—”

“come with me.”

jungkook’s eyes widen as you wrap your arms around his torso, hiding your head on his chest. while a sweaty jungkook usually makes you giggle out a gross and maneuver far away, you hug him with gentle ardor, more so than usual.

you just want him to come home tonight.

“ash, sweetheart, i’m sweating”, jungkook tries to pry himself away from you but you just hold him tighter.

“don’t care. please come home.”

jungkook goes limp in your clutch for a few seconds before he’s softly hugging you back. of course, he would go home if you wanted him to, you didn’t need to ask him twice. who the heck is he to deny you? always a prisoner to your wishes, always prisoner to your love, and gladly so. how could he not? he rests his chin on your head and sways your body from side to side in a rhythm.

“okay”

“really?”

“really.”

the drive back home was short.

you drove, as jungkook was all out of it. he didn’t have the physical and mental coordination to walk down the building to the car, how the boy was gonna rehearse overnight, you had no idea.

“whoops, babe how were you gonna dance?” you supported his weight leaning down on you while you were walking, steading yourself before both of you fell on the ground, one arm wrapped around his torso, his figure hunched and head resting on your neck.

“I can walk. I am just choosing not to since you’re here”, he flashed you a grin with his eyes closed.

after arriving home, jungkook went straight to the shower and for a few seconds, you contemplated joining him. however, recalling how jungkook’s grumbling tummy throughout the whole ride, made you change your decision. he mentioned that he didn’t eat anything fulfilling all day. that is why you told him to freshen up and made a beeline towards the kitchen to make some instant ramen, not very healthy but quick and easy, and always gratifying.

so here you are now, serving ramen into two bowls with the leftover kimchi you guys had in the fridge. sleepiness makes your eyelids droop and you feel like prying them open with scotch tapes.

like tom, you snort to yourself, from tom and jerry.

man, you loved that cartoon during your childhood.

after all these years, you still don’t know if you’re team tom or team jerry.

hearing a faint clicking sound, you turn around and see jungkook approaching you, shirtless and clad in sweatpants. the shower had done marvels because he looks as attractive as he always does, with the water dripping down his damp hair onto the well-defined muscles in his chest. feeling a blush creep in, you quickly avert your eyes.

both of you are tired enough without resorting to er— any other activities for the night.

“what are you doing in the kitchen?” jungkook stares at you with confused doe eyes.

“putting food on the table like the dutiful girlfriend I am.”

“pretty sure that’s wife material”, jungkook whispers as he works his way into your arms, tugging your waist flushed with his.

“kook, you need to dry your hair properly! you’ll catch a cold”, you scold him softly, feeling greasy when you see him so fresh and glowy. you card a hand through his locks, feeling it to be more sopping than it seemed. you break free from his grasp to grab a towel from the washroom, ignoring the loud protests.

“sit”, you command, gesturing for jungkook to sit on one of the stools lining the kitchen island. when he complies, you gently massage his head with the towel, squeezing every last drop of remaining water from his hair. jungkook prefers to air dry his hair when he is at home, allowing it to get some rest from all the heat and styling he has to do on a regular basis, but he also religiously manages to forget at least soaking the water out.

he grabs you closer by pulling your waist. you stand between his thighs and continue massaging his scalp while he muffles his face on your chest, desperately seeking your warmth and comfort. a smile stretches across your face watching jungkook moan in satisfaction.

“how are the hands?”

“mmm good. need to put more band-aids”, his voice comes out hoarse being squished in your chest, “you didn’t need to cook. I know you are tired.”

“but i’m hungry too”

“oh. let’s eat then! it smells so fucking good!”

and jungkook’s sudden burst of enthusiasm prompts a hearty laugh from you, endeared to your core, just as you always find yourself enamored by his every action.

“what. do you want. jeon jungkook.”

jungkook’s soft laughter echoes inside the room in response to the aggression in your tone. he pulls you closer to himself, wrapping an arm tightly around your torso once your back is secured against his chest. after finishing your meal, jungkook volunteered to clean the dishes while we waited for you to take a shower. now that both of you are clean and full, you find yourselves tangled together in bed once again; your usual routine, you trying to sleep and jungkook trying to keep you awake.

“I want you to eat well. I want you to sleep well. you. I want you. always you”, he presses his face in your hair, taking in the aroma of wood and wild berries.

“and I am sorry”, he adds quietly.

you stir when you hear his words, turning around in his hold to face him. you know what he is apologizing for.

“well, you should be.”

“I really am.”

“i'm kidding, kook. you don’t need to be sorry. you were tired and—”

“but see, that’s the thing! every time I tell you that i’m tired and just want to sleep, you make damn sure I get some actual rest but I—”, he gestures at himself, looking at you with utmost concentration, “start acting like a spoiled child when I don’t get absolutely one hundred percent of your attention.”

“can't really disagree with that.”

“hey!”

“your words, not mine!”, you let out a squeal as jungkook tries to tickle you, holding him tighter in an attempt to make him stop, “love, that’s a part of you. and I adore that. that you feel comfortable enough to get mad at me for nothing. I don’t want you all smiley and cheery, without the bad things. I love you. and I want you as... you.”

“however annoying you may be”, you add as an afterthought.

jungkook scrunches his nose, “I am pretty annoying from time to time, aren’t I?”

“oh boy, you have no idea.”

“wow. am I imagining things or does everyone feel like you’re in a mood to constantly attack me tonight?”, he hugs you tighter if possible, shrugging, “my fault for loving you so much, I guess.”

“well, I am very lovable.”

“...oh boy, you have no idea.”

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Sucker for Love

synopsis; in which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.

pairing; vampire!jungkook x human!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, horror, smut, f2l, vampire au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, blood, violence (non explicit), death (non explicit), horror movie tropes, bad jokes, VAMPIRE KOO cause yes that’s a whole ass warning in itself CMON, a few familiar faces make an appearance, there’s no smut in this chapter but there will be in a future one so be sure to read the warnings carefully in order to avoid reading something you’re uncomfortable with pls and ty

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 7,101

a/n; y’all knew it was coming, it was only a matter of time. consider this both a ‘happy jungkook day’ and ‘Halloween’ story submission in one. SORRY IT’S LATE. decided to split this into two chapters cause I like the way this one left off. hopefully, that one will be out soon. like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

01. 02. 03

“You are not going out dressed like that.”

“I—Excuse me? This is literally the only night I can go out like this!”

He tugs on the front of his white, nearly see-through, frilly long and loose blouse with a gusto. His face is morphed into one of disbelief as he stares into your dead panned expression.

“No. I see you in that outfit every single day. Are you not aware of the time difference?” Your arms are crossed, hip jutted out that makes the slit in the side of your costume widen even more. As much as he fights it, he can’t help but let his eyes flicker to the overly exposed skin as his tongue darts out for a split second to wet his lips and play nervously with his lip ring.

When his eyes meet yours he knows you’ve caught him in the act, if not for the elegant yet sultry way you walked towards his figure with a smirk adorning your red painted lips. The cape you were wearing framed you perfectly and only accentuated your beauty even more. As much as he hates to admit it, considering what your costume of choice pertains too. Them. His entire body cringes inwardly.

Your face rises to meet his, a feat that normally has you on your tip toes to complete the action, but not tonight. Tonight, your feet are clad in ruby red heels that give you the perfect amount of height and compliment your costume of choice for the evening — little red riding hood — knowing full well how much it would rile the centuries old vampire in front of you.

“And yet you have to choose a costume from a storybook that has to do with–,” his face scrunches, nose crinkling, and the corner of his lip rising into a small snarl that exposes one long, sharp, fang. “–wolves? I mean, really y/n?”

“What can I say? Hairy bodies are a turn on.”

A loud snort from him. Laughter bubbles in your throat. One coffin shaped, manicured hand lays over his chest. If he weren’t the undead, you have no doubt that it would be beating as erratically as yours currently is due to the close proximity, or maybe that’s just you and your ridiculous crush you’ve had on the vampire for a long time now.

Unbeknownst to you, the sound was like music to the vampire’s ears as he placed one massive tattooed covered hand over yours to squeeze it gently, it meant you had blood pumping through your veins, the vital organ still going strong.

You were still here.

You were still with him.

You were still alive.

Not like on the night where he first found your pale, nearly lifeless body all those years ago.

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Then ~ Wednesday, October 31st, 2018 11:30PM

“Some friends they are.”

You crossed your arms tighter around your chest, attempting and failing to secure some semblance of body heat from the chilly, autumn night air. Leaves rustled in the biting wind, littering empty streets underneath the light of the full moon as you slowly and quite wobbly made your way back to your studio apartment. You regretted taking that extra shot before leaving the party, almost as much as you regretted entrusting your supposed friends with letting you know when they were leaving. Now here you were, all alone on Halloween night.

Your horror loving mind drifted to the many movies that started out on a night just like this, one’s where you previously scolded the character for making such a foolish life choice. Even going so far as saying that they deserved to be murdered brutally for their careless act. Look at you now, doing the same exact thing you once admonished with a mocking laugh at the tv screen right before the killer strikes and–

A twig snapping had your head whipping to the side, yet you saw nothing. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, however, as if there was someone or something out there watching you, tucked just out of sight behind the line of trees that led to the woods at the edge of town.

“Oh no.” You raised your voice to the dark woods around you with sarcasm. “I sure hope there aren’t any sexy vampires looking for prey out here or heaven forbid a captive!” Shaking your head at your own sense of humor, you snickered, opening your mouth to spew some more dark comedic gold that gets silenced by yet another twig snapping but this time it was closer.

Much closer.

Fuck.

Picking up your once slow pace, your heels clicking on the paved, stone walkway in a frenzied haste do you hear a more fear inducing sound from right behind you. A voice.

“When I let go, run for your life.”

It’s only when the disembodied voice breathlessly caresses the shell of your ear, do you notice how badly you’re shaking. Let alone the fact that there’s a a very pale, lanky, hand on your shoulder. True to their word, they let you go.

And you run for your fucking life.

Now you understood why those many characters would run straight into dark woods, rather than continue down the lit up street. In the woods, you could hide. On the streets, you were open and vulnerable. Wasn’t much of a tough decision when you’re the one being pursued.

Another thing you now understood, how it was so easy to–

The heel of your shoe embedded itself into the soft, wet soil and latched itself in between two branches sticking out of the ground with perfect precision and you tripped. Your arms flung themselves out haphazardly in a desperate attempt to catch your unprecedented fall. Hands, arms, legs and knees becoming scraped by various rocks and branches that poked out from beneath the ground.

Your hands immediately went to the strap of your heel and with shaky hands you barely managed to unbuckle the impromptu foot restraint, freeing yourself and pushing your exhausted body back up into a standing position. Coming to the conclusion you were better completely barefoot now, you freed your other foot from the speed hindering heel and chucked it angrily to the side. A heavy mist now clung to the woods, halting what little moonlight remained from passing through the already thick foliage of the cluster of trees around you.

Straining your eyes through the mist, you saw a shadow stood in the distance, completely still except for the wave of a hand. A whimper escaped your mouth, lips trembling and eyes watering. They had found you, but you won’t be giving up that easily.

Wiping your eyes in order to see clearly, you postured yourself in a position to run and bolted out of there, dodging branches and bushes along the way that only cut you up even more until you stumbled into an open area in the woods that housed an abandoned building.

A very creepy, dark, decrepit, seemingly haunted abandoned building.

Well, shit.

Checking the woods behind you, you see a blur making its way towards you and you realize that once again, you have no choice but to make the absolute worst choice possible.

You needed to go into the building.

Steeling your resolve into not dying, you thrust open the rusty door that was almost falling off its hinges at the years of decay and not being used. The screeching it emanated rivaled that of a nail on a chalkboard and your entire body cringed. Pushing your way into the darkness, you blindly felt for a wall to help maneuver your way through.

During your slow ascent into the building, does the door suddenly slam behind you, causing you to jump and let out a shrill shriek. Along with the deafening slam do you hear what sounds like a lock clicking into place.

What the actual fuck was going on here? Was this all actually real or a really elaborate prank set up by your shitty friends? Whatever it was, you weren’t having it anymore. Time to do what you do best when you’re scared – use your sense of humor.

“This is very funny.” You announce to the supposedly empty room around you. The door had locked itself, and you found yourself even moreso alone with little applicable skill to get yourself out of there. “I’m not the protagonist type, I’m more of the comedic best friend character. Now can someone please bust in here and save me?”

Silence. Nothing but eerie silence.

It was worth a shot.

Unlike the blur you saw in the woods, this time you saw more of a wispy white fog begin to appear on the opposite side of the room. It cast a faint glow, more than enough for you to utilize it and sprint down the hallway that made itself visible due to your ghostly accomplice.

Bare feet padded quickly along, and you tried your best not to look behind you just knowing that you wouldn’t like what you saw. So, instead, you plowed through the various hallways that now felt like an endless maze with how alike they appeared. The doors that lined the hallways were the same as well, solid except for a thinly shaped window that was planted in the middle within eyesight of what’s deemed ‘normal height’ for a human. You wondered what this place was used for, but thought best not to investigate and trouble yourself further with details.

The only thing you should be concerned about is getting out of this place alive.

The heavy fall of boots echoed across the halls that made you pause in your step to listen closer and decipher which direction it was coming from. Not having an inkling of the layout of this building, you realized trying to figure it out was futile and instead continued on. It wasn’t until you heard the footfalls sound in the hallway you just exited from did you begin searching for a door that was unlocked in order to hide.

Jiggling several handles, you found they were all locked. You just about gave up hope when you saw a door at the end of the hallway that was cracked open. Quietly running towards the door, the boots crept closer. Just as you slid your body through the crack of the door and shut it all but a sliver so you could peek through, did the mystery predator reveal themselves.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes collecting pools of liquid that trailed down your face as you tried your damndest not to make a sound as they inched closer and closer to your hideout.

They were wearing all black clothing, the only pop of color coming from the hideous stark white mask that was littered with specks of something you couldn’t quite make out due to the distance, the mask that covered their face successfully hiding their true identity. As they came within a yard away from the door, did you come to the grim conclusion that this person had what looked to be dark, red splatters of an unknown substance all over their clothes and mask.

Something that was scarily akin to blood.

Closing your eyes, your hands covered your mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle the whimpering that wanted to come out from the sheer terror that coursed through your veins. Every passing moment felt eternal. And you couldn’t tell if closing your eyes made it better or worse.

You didn’t know if hiding would be the ultimate factor in you getting out alive or not, but it was the only idea you had left. As you pushed yourself further into the corner of the room, your back slid down the wall in relief once the footsteps faded.

Taking a deep breath, your head fell on your knees. With a shaky exhale you let out a minuscule puff of laughter. You were tired, your body was tired. It wasn’t till you felt you had a moment of safety did your body wind down from its adrenaline rush and now all you felt was the crash that comes after it. You allowed this feeling for only a fleeting second, then hoisted your body up and out the door, but not before cautiously poking your head out to be sure the mystery figure was truly gone.

They were. For now.

You stepped out from your safe haven and attempted to make your way back down the hallway from whence you came, hoping you’ll get dumb luck down another corridor and find the exit. Your heart pounded this time, but not from fear. This time, it was pumping with liquid courage through your veins.

Despite your earlier declaration of being the secondary comedic relief, you decided with renewed vigor that you would be the final girl.

Oh, how wrong you were.

There was a sharp pain in the back of your head, your mouth opened in a silent scream that would never come as your body collapsed on the cold, tile floor and you were down for the count. Your body no longer having the energy to fight back, that liquid courage seemingly sucked up in a matter of seconds you just lay there – still. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you blinked them, trying to focus on the white mask that was within your line of sight as the figure knelt down and stroked your forehead, gently pushing the clump of hair that fell in your face away and tucking it behind your ear. The very same ear where you could feel a trickle of liquid slither down the side of your face and off your nose. The last thing you see being red before you closed your eyes for what you thought would be the last time.

Jungkook’s POV ~ The Same Night

He sniffed the air, smelling the faint metallic odor of ‘crimson crack’ as he liked to call it. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and honed in on it, letting it take over every one of his senses in order to conclude where the source is coming from. Opening his eyes, they flashed a deep red, before returning back to their usual brown state.

In a flash, he was gone.

When he reappeared, he was standing in front of an abandoned building. His head tilted in confusion, ears perking when they hear the tall tale sign of a human heartbeat. Faint, but there. And it seemed to be getting closer, even a hint louder in its desperate attempt to keep pumping blood, oxygen, life to its human shell.

Interesting.

His hand reached for the door handle, which he promptly brought back to his side and took a step back when he realized the handle was turning on its own and the door began to open. He clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen and waited for the grand reveal of his next meal.

With his centuries of life, he would’ve thought that he saw it all. Apparently, that wasn’t the case. This night, he would have another first.

Seeing you. Smelling you.

Your blood alone caused the saliva in his mouth to pool, the scent making him feel dizzy in a state of euphoria. Body vibrating with the need to get closer to you, to taste you. He nearly pounced, if not for the minor inconvenient detail of your limp body being carried over the shoulder by an all black clothed human male. The mask this male chose was displeasing to the eyes in a sense of it was so gaudy and fake.

The male stiffened upon seeing Jungkook, the hand that clenched the knife that he used to both knock you out and engrave his alias initials into the length of your neck gripped the handle, his knuckles becoming more pronounce as they strained against the leather material of black gloves he was wearing.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jungkook could tell that the male had anger issues. His voice was devoid of emotion, cold. It made Jungkook chuckle with a deep laugh that had the masked assailant stepping forward in hopes of scaring Jungkook. It only spurred on the laughter more, and made the male even more angry.

“Shut the fuck up, you freak! You wanna die?”

“Do you?” The laughter ceased as if by a flip of a switch. The wind blew between the two males where only one couldn’t suppress the shiver that went down their spine. The masked male thoughtlessly threw your unconscious body onto the ground next to him, a loud ‘thump’ followed shortly after your weighted body hit the solid dirt of the woods. He then poised himself with the bloodied knife raised in front of him, ready to strike with the intent to kill.

Jungkook tsked sardonically.

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go.”

He thought the deal was good. The masked man did not.

“Fuck you. She’s mine. Get your own, the night’s young.”

“True, it is. But I’m not. And I’m easily annoyed. So, I’ll give you one more chance, human. Give me the girl.”

The masked male blamed his obscured sight from the small holes that the mask granted him, the material only making it harder for him to see Jungkook clearly. Though, he swears he sees his eyes flash red, but it’s gone within the next blink of his eyes. His gut tells him to run, but his pride prevents him from doing so.

The masked male makes his move, and his knife impales into Jungkook’s chest — directly where his beating heart should’ve been. Except, it wasn’t.

“My turn.”

Jungkook grips the male by his arm and yanks his body until it’s pressed tightly against his, using his other arm to encase the squirming male and prevent him from escaping. The mask falls off to reveal a young face, barely hitting his mid 20s. The amount of fear that is on his face gives Jungkook a sick sense of satisfaction.

“What are you?”

The male whispers fearfully. Jungkook doesn’t answer, and instead grins widely. Both fangs twinkled in the faint moonlight as the male’s eyes widened in horror, only to close moments later as Jungkook sinks his fangs into the male’s neck and begins to drain him of every drop of blood in his body.

Y/N’s POV ~ Moment’s Later

When you come to, you find yourself laying on the dirty earth floor as your nails dig into the soil and it gets stuck underneath. Inhaling a breath – it’s crisp, cool, autumn air. You let out a broken whimper when you realize that you’re alive, but it hurts to move. Your head is at an awkward angle, but you can make out two blurry figures out of your peripheral. One looks limp, and the other looks as if they’re embracing the other in order to keep them standing.

In a way, you were right. Your eyes then dart to the fallen off mask that’s settled a few yards in front of you, and you wonder what exactly happened to your perpetrator for them to let you go. You don’t have time to dwell on it for too long, as the next thing you see is the back of your eyelids as you pass back out. It seems like your mind was awake, but your body still needed some recovering.

The next time you open your eyes you’re laying in a huge bed, in a huge room that looks like you’ve been transported into Dracula’s castle, but you were still in a modern home. The decor and looked ancient and worn, yet surprisingly still in good condition. As you sat up, your body no longer felt drained of energy, and in fact, you felt refreshed and reinvigorated.

Your bare feet hit the cool flooring as you stand up straight. A knock on the closed bedroom door has you flinching back to your previously scared state and you hold your breath as the door slowly opens.

In the threshold of the door stands a very attractive male, who looks like along with this castle, he’s from the world of Dracula. His skin is almost sickly pale, yet his eyes held a natural warmth to them. He just stands there, and doesn’t attempt to step inside once he notices your scared expression.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

His voice is smooth and velvety. Despite not knowing this person and going through the ordeal you were just in, your gut tells you that you can trust them. So, either stupidly or —no, just stupidly — you do.

“I know.”

When he hears your voice for the first time, his stomach does flips. It was in that moment a kind of bond was formed, and you’ve been inseparable since.

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Now ~ Monday, October 31st, 2022 7:50PM

His hand can’t help but trace the faint scarring of initials that still resides on your neck to this day. A constant reminder to him and you of the horrific, yet fateful, night you met.

Your eyes close reflexively upon contact and you let out a sigh of discontent, knowing where his mind just wandered to, as does yours.

“Koo, I’m still here. It’s okay.”

Your eyes open to meet his. There’s a pinch inbetween his brows that you just want to rub away with your finger, so you do. He chuckles, the vibration flowing through your own body in waves that has you giving him a warm smile.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?”

“You were.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head to rid of the intruding and unpleasant thoughts and regain focus on the mission for tonight – going out with you on Halloween night to a frat party you were invited to by a brainless jock that Jungkook already hates with a burning passion for catching your attention.

“Shall we go?”

Your eyes narrow into his and you pat his chest, before turning and walking away from him to reach into your bag and pull out an outfit you brought just for him. It wasn’t so much a costume as it was an outfit you just really wanted to see him in.

“Nice try, buddy. But I didn’t forget.” You make your way back over to him with the outfit held out in front of you. “Wear this. No objections.”

He groaned, but resigned to his fate and took the outfit from your outstretched hand. He waves his hand as a motion for you to turn around while he changes. You lift a lone brow at his sudden shyness.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you nude before.”

He rolls his eyes, then narrows them at yours. You throw your hands up in defeat and make a show of slowly turning around until your back is to him. As you bring your hands back down, one subconsciously falls to the scarred initials on their own and just like Jungkook, some aspects of that night fog the forefront of your mind.

You let out a chortle that catches Jungkook’s attention, his eyes fall immediately to where your hand resides as he zips up the black pants you wanted him to wear, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows he doesn’t have too, you always tend to speak your mind.

“Remember when I thought for a second that you were actually going to hold me captive?”

He does. As does his body, even moreso as he flexes the muscles of his back to shrug on the crimson red bomber jacket that covers the plain, black shirt he’s wearing underneath. Tugging the cuffs of the sleeves down into a comfortable position.

“Yeah. I gave you the benefit of the doubt to just walk out the door, and as soon as I turn my back to you, you stab me.”

You throw your head back in laughter, and he can’t help the quirk of his lip that occurs at the sight and sound of it. There’s no blood pumping through his veins, no warmth to his skin, but still he felt a unique glow when it came to you that was within the depths of his soul. It was hard to describe, and he couldn’t say exactly how it was possible, but it happened. Only when it ever came to you. And for a moment, he felt a sliver of being human again.

“Can you blame me though?” He doesn’t. “Are you almost done?”

“Impatience will be the death of you.”

“I think knives will be the death of me, actually. Maybe some poison.”

He folds his arms across his chest.

“Funny.”

“I thought so.”

“You can turn around now.”

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want me to wat–,” your words die in your throat as you turn around and take Jungkook in in all his glory. Jesus. You changed your mind. This outfit would be the death of you. Your thighs rub together without your knowing, it makes Jungkook’s nostrils flare for a second, and he stiffens, clearing his throat.

“That bad, huh?” He tries to break the tension that came out of nowhere as you continued to stare at him. It’s like your brain stopped computing he looked that good.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t pretend that you don’t know how sexy and amazing you are.”

The words flew out of your mouth unfiltered, unfaltering, and you weren’t even ashamed. It baffles him how a human could be so truthful. So unabashed.

“Let’s just go.” He’s still stiff as he brushes past you and you catch the whiff of the earthy and musky scent that is just naturally him, it only made the want for him that much more prominent and you trail behind him like a lost puppy.

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Frat House ~ 8:24PM

Even though you two are early, the party is already in full swing. The music is loud, so damn loud, it makes Jungkook’s sensitivity to sound a hinderence in his opinion - but he does his best not to let it ruin the night. Before you even stepped inside, the porch was littered with bodies as a couple seemed to be making out not too far from the entrance of the house. Red solo cups, beer cans and bottles alike were thrown haphazardly in the bushes surrounding the porch.

How could humans be so careless? Jungkook thought with a grimace. Back in his day it was frowned upon, but now it was the new normal. How the times have changed.

His nose crinkled in disgust at the public display of affection that should be withheld for closed quarters, and you just walked by like it was second nature. The front door wasn’t even fully closed, so all you had to do was push it open to gain access. From what you heard, you thought it was going to be a ‘limited access’ party, apparently you heard wrong. It felt like the entirety of the school was present and upon the door shutting behind you two, the cluster of body heat was more than prominent, triggering your slight case of claustrophobia.

Jungkook could sense your distress, his open palm rested securely on your lower back as his thumb rubbed circles in hopes of easing your anxiety. He could feel you tense, then relax. Bending down so his head was next to yours he asked you a question.

“Want to head to the back?”

You nod your head in answer and he guides you both through the crowd. You do your best to smile and wave at those you know so as not to be rude, but in truth, you just wanted to get the hell out of there for now.

“Empty handed? Here!”

A random guy pops up next to you both as you almost make it to the back door from the kitchen, and shoved two red solo cups of an unknown liquid into your hands. He salutes with a dopey smile and saunters off. You presume he’s going to fill more cups for other random guests. He looked familiar now that you thought about it, and you think it has to do with his two different colored eyes, it always wowed you.

Before you know it, you’re both back outside in the night air and it’s easier to breathe. Jungkook swiftly grabs the cup from your hands and dumps it into a bush nearby. You give him a quizzical look as he dumps his as well.

When he focuses his attention back onto your puzzled one, does he explain his reasoning.

“Never drink from a cup that you didn’t pour yourself, you don’t know what could be in it.”

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and you heart palpitates from the level of protectiveness he’s showing. It never fails to get your heart racing.

He smirks knowingly, and opens his mouth to make a flirtatious comment.

“I love how your heart races for–,”

He’s cut off by a letterman jacket and he wonders what the big deal with them are while the guy pulls you into a tight hug with a big grin.

“Y/N! You made it!” His enthusiasm seems genuine as he tightens his hold on you. Not seeming to care in the least bit that he has to bend over awkwardly to accommodate your obvious height difference. It causes a snarl to build within Jungkook’s chest that he fights to suppress so as not to bring unwanted attention to himself.

“Joonie! Thanks for the invite!” Your tone is light and airy, a soft puff a laughter escapes your lips at the death grip he has on you. You savor the hug, returning it in earnest before you mutually let each other go. His hands are on your shoulders as he takes in your costume of choice.

“Little red, hm?” His brow raises and he lets out a bellowing laugh that you can’t help but join in on. You forgot about the inside joke that was made back in your freshman year of college and he makes a playful jeer.

“Am I still the big bad wolf?” He waggles his eyebrows feigning being seductive, and you snort in embarrassment that causes the natural flush in your cheeks to make a show. It was a one time misjudgement when you decided to listen to the gossip of those around you, rather than form your own opinion. Everyone described Kim Namjoon as a heartless, hard headed, quick to temper and pessimistic jock. You would learn, in fact, he was very much the opposite and those who said otherwise just never had the courage to even try and befriend the tall, lovable, giant you now consider a good friend. Their loss.

Jungkook hates it. He hates all of it. What was this talk of being a wolf? He wasn’t one. He was normal. Jungkook would be able to tell otherwise. And why are you acting as if you completely erased his presence from your side like he wasn’t even there. Anger began to rise, and he closed his eyes in order to prevent the red from showing to the humans around him. He should’ve worn his contacts, but you encouraged him to just ‘be himself’ whatever that means.

Jealousy. A ridiculous human emotion that unfortunately can still occur with vampires.

He loathed it. Like he loathed this human boy.

He began to mimic the timing of breathing as a form of meditation, regaining his sanity and self back just in time for you to acknowledge him and introduce him to your male companion.

“Joon, I’d like you to meet my good friend Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Namjoon. He’s the host, and my science partner.”

Namjoon scoffs at your introduction of him.

“Just your science partner, huh? Is that all I am to you? A lab partner that makes sure you pass the class in order to graduate this year?”

You give a feigned moment of silence as if in thought, your finger resting on your bottom lip that slightly parts them in the process. Jungkook doesn’t miss the way Namjoon’s eyes flicker to them upon the innocent action, but you do. All you do is give an over exaggerated wink in reply. He places a hand over his heart and acts hurt.

Seems like this human boy has taken an interest in you. He wonders if you feel the same.

Again. He feels the jealousy build and stiffens, then relaxes though his fists stay clenched tightly behind him. He plasters a fake smile on and interrupts your little flirtatious banter.

“Pleasure.” His hand is outstretched, waiting.

Namjoon just sees it as a polite gesture and takes it with a soft, yet firm grip. He realizes that there’s even a slight height difference with the jock himself as he steps forward towards Jungkook, leaning into the handshake. It takes everything that Jungkook has not to crush every bone in his hand as he relays what is considered normal strength for a human during a handshake.

You watch the two with wary eyes, but inwardly sigh with relief when their hands part and nothing else happens. Maybe they could be friends after all, or so that’s what you hoped.

“Please, by all means. Feel free to take advantage of the beverages and food. Mi casa es su casa, and all that jazz!” Another female party goer slides into Namjoon’s side and places a hand on his chest. Jungkook is surprised when you greet the female with even more excitement. He assumed you would be upset, furious even.

“Natalie! I thought you said you weren’t going to be able to make it?” You gave the girl a mock glare, and she gave a twinkling laugh in return. Namjoon stared down at this ‘Natalie’ with love and adoration. Jungkook was confused.

“I was able to convince my family to postpone leaving until tomorrow so I could congratulate–,” Natalie pats his chest and looks up into Namjoon’s eyes with just as much love, if not more, before continuing. “this guy on his big scholarship!”

Namjoon’s face flushes from the admission. Your mouth drops open in bewilderment. You punch Namjoon hard in the shoulder and he winces.

“Geez! Ow!”

“You jerk! How could you not tell me?!”

“I was going to, tonight!”

You side-hug Namjoon and Natalie and make promises to catch up. Jungkook pretends not to hear when Natalie whispers in your ear about a ‘double date’ and instead acts like the sight of people gyrating against each other is more appealing. It’s not. But something does transcribe whilst he’s staring at the couples that actually know how to dance properly.

Nostalgia washes over Jungkook, like the gentle sway of a tide pulling his conscience to another time, another place. He felt the phantom stirrings of movement where his heart would’ve still been beating back then, the desire to grin and to dance, but could only place the grainiest of images to memory. He couldn’t quite remember what it was that brought him a feeling of such warmth and fondness, but he felt enchanted to stay within that feeling.

Natalie and Namjoon have long since departed, but Jungkook was still stuck in a time long passed. You cautiously place a hand on his cheek, caressing it while gently rubbing your thumb against his sharp jawbone.

“Jungkook? You still with me?”

The glaze in his eyes disperses upon your call of his name, and his eyes instantly lock with your concerned ones. He gives you a faint smile, sucking in a breath to release it and then answers you.

“I’m still here.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Jungkook getting lost in the past. He was never afraid to answer any questions you had for him back when he was human, or even when he was turned by a rogue vampire and left to learn the consequences and rewards of being a vampire and immortal all on his own. His life was hard, but it was still life. Something he didn’t treasure until he was no longer alive, and rather just living — existing.

He realizes that he never had a reason to feel alive, until now.

Until you.

He had tried to do what he could to keep you at arm’s length. Your smile was so disarming, you were so genuine, that he couldn’t help but get close to you. Even when knowing it was a bad idea. He didn’t want to fall in love with you. He kept ignoring the intruding bloom in his chest, telling himself that it would wither on its own.

It never did. It just grew.

It grew a forest of flowers within him, the colors so vibrant and the aroma so intoxicating that it was hard not to fall in love with you when it was you who consumed his entire being, his entire soul, or what was left of it.

And you didn’t even know.

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You had been at the party for hours now. Talking, mingling, even dancing a little. Much to your amusement and Jungkook’s displeasure.

His hands rested politely on your waist, never once faltering into the danger zone. Your arms were wrapped loosely around his shoulders, hands dangling. A slow song was on, one you never listened to fully due to how slow it was, seeing as you usually only heard it when you were driving your car and as soon as it would come on you would change the station to a more upbeat option to keep you awake. But, you’ll admit, it was growing on you.

Much like the vampire in front of you has over the years of knowing him. His mannerisms, his personality, his way of talking, his way of dressing. You kept every minute detail locked away inside your head, and your unspoken feelings locked inside your heart. Though, as you both stared into each other’s eyes in a way that should’ve been saved for lover’s, you wonder briefly, albeit hopeless romantically – if he might, just might, feel the same way.

Your body is buzzing with all the alcohol you’ve consumed throughout the night, and as you sway to the song, do you realize how much it’s him who is actually holding you up discreetly and leading you. It’s only when he suddenly stops, does your wobbly figure collapse into his taught chest. Your ear lays against where his heart would be, yet you hear nothing. Another stark reminder of the difference between you two, as your heart raced at how close you two were.

He doesn’t say anything, standing still. When you look up from his chest, his gaze is no longer on you, but something in the distance behind you. Following his line of sight, your puzzled expression turns into one of forlorn.

It was another girl, dressed ironically as a female version of Dracula. You nearly scoffed at the coincidence, though you know it can’t be the costume that’s caught his attention, rather – it’s her blood.

“It’s that time of the night, hm?”

Your question lingers, his focus still caught. You can see the red tint begin to take hold, his grip on your waist tightening into a bruising one. Your heart jumps at the sudden sensation, and it’s only then that Jungkook regains his bearings and gives you a look of regret, his hands parting from your waist instantly as if being burned.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I just need–,” his nostrils flare of their own accord, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He closes his eyes and when they reopen you know for sure the night is over.

They’re blood red. He needs to feed, or risk losing control and slaughtering literally everyone here, including you. And he won’t have that, he refuses to let that happen. He’d sooner throw himself into the sunlight’s blazing rays and turn into nothing but dust than be the reason you die.

For a split second, you almost gain enough courage to tell him to just use you, but you know he’ll say no. He’s never directly stated that you couldn’t be an option, moreso does he just announce when it’s time he needs to leave you to feed. He swears he never kills those he chooses to feed on, having enough control over his emotions and hunger enough to only drink what’s needed and then heal the bite wound with a solid lick of his tongue. After he’s done feeding, he makes sure to leave their body in a safe place until they come to, waking up from what they believe to be just a blacked out moment and they’re on their way back home.

He steps in the direction of the ‘lady of the night’, and your face twists into one of sadness as you say your parting words, doing your best not to slip up as you speak and let the lump in your throat win over.

“Be careful, okay? I guess I’ll—,”you awkwardly looked away and locked eyes with another classmate of yours — Jimin — giving him a tight smile and small wave, before turning back towards Jungkook to finish your statement and are meant with nothing but an empty space.

He was gone.

Surveying the area, do you catch a glimpse of his back, his hand that was once on the small of your back only a couple hours ago, are now on the mystery girl’s as he leads her around the corner and out the side gate, into the night.

“Y/N, hey! Are you by yourself? Want to hang out with me and Yoongi?”

Jimin’s smiling face appears in front of yours. If he notices the way your eyes are rimmed red with unshed tears, he doesn’t comment on it. Just throws a friendly arm around your shoulders to guide you towards his friends. His excited rambling tickles the shell of your ear as he tries to talk over the blaring music, it having changed to a catchy k-pop song that you love cause it reminded you of Jungkook.

The very person you currently wanted to forget, if only for the rest of the night. As you walk up, Yoongi gives you a silent nod in greeting and you reciprocate the action with a small smile.

They don’t leave your side for the rest of the party, and, dare you say, you actually had a good time. The next morning, you realize, maybe too much of a good time.

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make you mine · jjk (m)

➵ summary; your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. but everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

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pairing; jock!jungkook x f. reader

word count; 37.8k

rating; 18+

content; college au + friends to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, making out, groping, grinding, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, food play, slightly dom!jk, multiple orgasms, so. much. sex., soft shit bc it’s the mym couple <3

a/n; i cannot believe mym is finally here !! this is my proudest piece of work and it is my precious baby so please please give it a LOT of love <3 all sorts of feedback is greatly appreciated and i cannot wait to hear what y’all think of it!! reblog, comment and tell me your thoughts and i will be the happiest person alive thank youuuu ENJOY <3333

ALSO A BIG ASS SHOUTOUT TO @kookingtae​ FOR HELPING ME WITH BASICALLY THIS WHOLE FIC <333 ur the best and ily thank you sososo much!!

Seoul University.

A university just as big as the one you transferred from in Busan, but somehow way more confusing. You would think most universities work the same way and have a certain similar way of doing things but it seems Busan University was the simple one of the two. The mentors provided to help today’s new students kindly gave you a map of the campus grounds which you were grateful for, otherwise you wouldn’t have made it further than a few feet outside of the auditorium.

If only the map was easy to figure out though.

Annoyed, you confusingly turn and flip the map you received at the end of the introduction class you just had with a bunch of other new students. You try your very hardest to manage the map along with your bag, new books, and other useless stuff you’ve received from the mentors. The longer you stare at the map in your hands, you slowly begin to regret making the decision of transferring in the middle of your college years. You knew transferring from your previous college to here would be difficult and slightly confusing, but you didn’t think you’d feel so frustrated and lost. Even despite it being the first day of a new semester and the fact that you’re far from being the only one who just transferred. 

There’s many others in the same boat as yourself and yet you feel like you’re the only one who’s completely lost and confused.Several students who were in the same introductory class as yourself are moving around you, walking in all directions and meeting up with people who they seem to have known forever. If only you knew someone who attends this university and you’d be fine but no, you don’t know a single soul here. They’re all attending university back in your hometown, enjoying their routine-filled life while you made the unnecessary decision of transferring to Seoul University.

Or, rather, your parents think it’s unnecessary. 

You, on the other hand, found it necessary to say the least. If anything, you would’ve loved to go to a whole other continent but your savings weren’t having it and asking your parents to fund it for you would be so out of your comfort zone that you’d probably end up crying. Besides, your parents wouldn’t have offered to fund it anyway. They have always told you that if you work hard, good things will come your way.

However, right now, this decision of yours is coming back to bite you as a frustrated groan leaves you while you stare at the map in your hands. You’re usually very organized, always a step ahead when it comes to preparation and planning. But right now, you can’t find anything and you don’t know anything. This chaotic mess you are right now, is far from how you usually are and it’s driving you insane. Hopefully no one can tell you’re just as lost as a tiny kid in a grocery store.

“Hold on, maybe like this-“ you mumble to yourself and look up to see if the map is turned in the correct direction. It absolutely isn’t. There is a huge building not too far away from you but it’s not what you imagine the library to look like. Maybe it is the library? You let out a heavy sigh, tilting your head a bit because maybe, just maybe, that’ll make a difference in how you see the map (it doesn’t, it only makes you more confused than before).

And to make things worse, it’s starting to rain. In September, which is very rare.

“It should not be this difficult to find the library,” you grumble to yourself.

You don’t notice the person making their way towards you, too concentrated on finding the building you’ve been trying to locate for the past hour – okay, maybe not an hour but it sure does feel like a whole hour. Being lost and confused messes with your sense of time.

“Hi.”

There’s a kind smile being flashed at you and brown doe eyes staring into yours as you whip your head up to see who’s speaking to you. Dark and slightly messy hair sits on top of his head, dark brown eyes and a pretty nose, pink and plump lips; the bottom one more plump than the upper one. He’s tall – broad shoulders and all that. You’re only slightly intimidated. And as if his attractive appearance isn’t enough, he’s wrapped up in a brown teddy jacket in this uncharacteristically bad September weather filled with rain and chilling wind. He’s smiling at you, a kind and warm smile that brings some sort of comfort to your confused mind.

“Hello?” He tries again.

You know your mouth is parting and closing without words leaving it but you’re still hoping to God that he doesn’t notice you gaping at him as if you’ve never seen a cute college boy before. 

Believe me, you have. But none of them were ever this cute.

“Right, sorry! Hi,” you snap out of your own thoughts, doing the dumb move of sticking out your hand for a handshake while still holding onto all of your stuff. Everything seems to be working against you today as the books you were once holding onto all tumble to the ground, just barely missing the big water puddle right next to you. The cute boy in front of you moves fast and manages to catch one of the three books you drop. You stare wide-eyed in surprise at his fast reflexes but the sight of your new books scattered on the ground has you pouting in an instant.

“Oh, no!” You whine softly, squatting down to pick up the books but the guy you still haven’t exchanged any words with is already picking them up, trying his best to wipe the dirt off them before handing them back to you.

“Sorry, I only managed to catch one,” he apologizes, holding up the book he caught. You smile, feeling a tingle in your stomach as you look at him, noticing the way a tiny dimple appears on his cheek when he smiles in a certain way.

“It’s okay!” You quickly assure him. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have three wet books right now.”

He smirks softly and it makes your stomach tingle again, “touché.”

Silence overcomes the two of you, neither of you entirely sure of what to say as you’re looking at one another. Should you just excuse yourself and head for the building you had noticed earlier? If you’re silent for much longer, it’ll become awkward, that’s for sure. What are the chances though? It’s your first day at this new college, you’ve been here for less than two hours, and you’re pretty sure the cutest boy on campus is standing right in front of you. Talking to you.

“I, uh, I couldn’t help but notice you looked pretty lost just now, do you need help with anything?” The cute boy with fluffy, dark hair suddenly asks, confirming your worries that he had indeed seen how confused you were when looking at the map earlier.

“Um- well, I was looking for the library because I’m still missing a few books,” you tell him, feeling a blush creeping onto your cheeks, “but I honestly have no idea where I am right now.”

“Oh, it’s right over there, on your left,” he explains, pointing to a big building that had, in fact, caught your attention before he came up to you but you weren’t sure. “You enter through those doors you see right there and then-”

You turn to look at him when he pauses, his nice voice no longer flowing into your ears.

“You know what? I’ll just take you there, that’ll be easier,” he then says.

Surprised at his sudden suggestion, you feel the pace of your heart picking up. Great, you get to spend more time being a total mess with this cutie who just waltzed up to you because he thought you looked confused which you were, of course. But he doesn’t have to be so helpful. You’re literally a stranger to him yet he’s offering his help despite only having talked to you for a total of five minutes.

Ugh, why is he so nice and cute?

“You really don’t have to-“ you try to say but he waves a dismissive hand and smiles.

“I don’t mind! No lecture for another 30 minutes. I’ll just show you how it works, come on.”

He starts walking but not before taking the three heavy books from your hold. You don’t protest and let him carry the books for you, glancing at him from time to time as you walk towards the big building that is the library. He makes sure to keep his umbrella above both of you, mostly holding it above you though which makes the edges of your heart tingle a little bit.

“So...”

He breaks the silence that was oddly comfortable, glancing at you as you walk right next to him, trying your hardest to follow his long strides. The rain is coming down heavier and your sneakers are pretty much soaked from accidentally walking through the growing puddles of water. You meet his eyes underneath the umbrella, copying the small smile that is stuck on his face.

“You new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

You nod hesitantly, “yeah, I just transferred from Busan University.”

His entire face lights up, “Busan, huh? That’s my hometown!”

“Oh, really?”

He nods excitedly, “yeah, I moved here a few years ago because of college.”

“Wow,” you laugh, “I didn’t expect the first person I’d meet to be from the same hometown.”

"You make it sound like it’s a bad thing,” he teases, chuckling when you shake your head instantly, “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

Jungkook.

You had no expectations whatsoever for what his name would be, but somehow ‘Jungkook’ seems to fit him just right. 

“_____,” you tell him your name, watching his smile grow into a grin. 

Before you know it you’ve reached the entrance of the library, the walk shorter than you had expected. Jungkook comes to a halt by the door, one hand still holding your books and the other tightly grabbing the umbrella above the two of you. You point at the books, “I can take those again, I’m sure your lecture will start soon. Thank you so much for your help though!”

Jungkook softly nods as he lets you take the books, watching you trying to balance all of your stuff. He stifles his laugh, closes his umbrella and mutters a soft ‘I got you’ before reaching for your books once again. He notices a blush coloring your cheeks but decides not to comment on it, able to tell that you’re already embarrassed enough as it is.

“This is all very sweet of you, Jungkook, but I don’t wanna trouble you more than I already have,” you tell him when he takes the books. 

He lets out a low chuckle, smirking at you as he opens the door to the library. He nods his head, telling you to enter, “come on.”

You huff in defeat, glaring at him playfully as you enter the library. Jungkook follows right behind you. “Didn’t you have a lecture in like 30 minutes?” You ask him when he appears by your side again, giving him a pointed look.

He shrugs, “helping you shouldn’t take much time. I can still make it.”

If he weren’t so cute, you’d call him out for taking a risk because of a stranger like yourself. If only you had prepared for this day in advance you wouldn’t be troubling him this much, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he guides you around the library, helping you find the last books you need for your other courses. The time flies by fast and despite you reminding him several times that his lecture is about to start, he still brushes it off, moving on to ask what other courses you need books for.

“If you’ll ever need books about psychology and mental health, it’s all here-” he rambles on, not at all keeping an eye on the time.

“Jungkook!” 

He whips around to face you, eyebrows raised and eyes wide after hearing you saying his name in a slightly stern tone. You softly laugh at his surprised expression, “are you aware of the time? Your lecture starts in like 2 minutes.”

As if his eyes couldn’t widen more, they do as he glances at his phone, “shit, I have to go.”

Smiling, you cross your arms over your chest, “you think?”

Your smile turns into a smirk as you watch him. He’s backing away from you, slowly making his way to the exit of the library and not at all in a rush to make it to his lecture before missing the start of it. You can’t help but shake your head at him as if to silently tell him he’s being silly, the smirk on your face filled with hints of playfulness.

He mirrors your smirk, “I’ll see you around?” 

“Maybe,” you call out to him, earning a few hushes from the people around you, your cheeks flushing in an instant. Jungkook has the nerve to wink at you before turning on his heel and jogging out of the library, black and fluffy hair bouncing on top of his head as he does. A round of butterflies erupt in your stomach as you turn back around to look at the books on the shelf, a small smile still lingering on your lips as you go through the books about psychology with a certain cute and helpful boy occupying your thoughts.

In the end, you don’t find the last books you need. Jungkook has you royally distracted and it makes your brain mushy, unable to focus on the task at hand. Instead you grab the books you already found with the help from said cute boy and make your way to the check-out.

Maybe your first day at Seoul University isn’t so bad after all.

It’s been a few days since you arrived at your new university and to say you’ve been busy would be an understatement. Most of your time went by in a blur with all the new people and places; new home, new surroundings, new classmates, new professors, new friends, new roommates – it’s been a lot and all you’ve done the past few days is fall into bed right after your last class. The new impressions and being in an unfamiliar place is a lot on your mind and body, along with the stress of a new semester. 

However, with all that put aside, you’ve had fun. It’s exciting, it’s fun, it’s all you’ve wanted for the past year. And to stand in the middle of the campus grounds, realizing that your plan is working out for the better, is an incredible feeling. A feeling that tells you this decision was the right one to make.

You managed to get yourself a few friends already. The very first one of them being Kim Hyejin. She’s a really nice and pretty girl who’s very popular around campus. But you can’t tell unless you know – it’s not like she’s flaunting it. She’s also the president of her sorority which is a type of girl you’ve never really befriended before. Yet despite that she’s probably one of the nicest people you’ve met in your entire life. She was the first person to befriend you, to basically take you under her wing and show you around campus. She even introduced you to some of her friends who are almost just as nice as Hyejin herself. The two of you hit it off almost instantly and being around her is so fun and easy. These first few days have been nothing but great solemnly because of her.

“No, but seriously,” Hyejin gives you a pointed look, her smile gone and replaced with a rather serious face as she looks at you, “we should totally go shopping one day.”

You nod and smile, “yeah, absolutely.”

Hyejin bumps your shoulder with her own while flashing you a smirking grin.

“When are you free? I’m too excited to wait.”

“Tonight?”

You watch as she grimaces, her face twisting into an expression that seems apologetic. You’re free tonight but you’re also free the next three nights. You haven’t really gotten around to make plans yet since Hyejin is the only person you’ve actually befriended enough to hang out with.

“Can’t,” Hyejin frowns, “the school’s soccer team is playing tonight and I promised I’d be there.”

“Oh-“

Just as you’re about to tell Hyejin that it’s fine, that you can go shopping another day instead, she spots someone behind you. You watch as her focus changes from you to the unknown person, her face lighting up. She grabs your wrist and tugs you along towards whoever she spotted. In the midst of it all, you spot a familiar face, one you didn’t think you’d see around campus again after your first day. He seems to spot you too and you instantly feel your cheeks heat up as he flashes you that warm smile of his.

He looks good. But to be fair, you didn’t expect any less. He’s dressed in a varsity jacket in the blue and white colors of the university and jeans with a pair of sneakers on his feet. This outfit gives you a better view of his body proportions compared to the teddy jacket and sweatpants he wore when you met and you’re now under the impression that he was created by God with good intentions only.

“Hi Kookie!”

Hyejin’s voice pulls you from your trance, Jungkook’s eyes moving from you to Hyejin and you immediately feel your stomach drop. You feel Hyejin let go of your wrist as she steps closer to the boy you haven’t been able to stop thinking about for days. Her arms slide around his neck to pull him in for a hug and Jungkook hugs her back, an arm wrapped loosely around her waist.

Your stomach drops at the sight. Why you don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the teeny tiny crush you developed when he helped you the other day.

“I missed you,” Hyejin coos as she pulls away to look up at Jungkook. 

Her lips are formed in a soft pout and it makes Jungkook chuckle. You feel like you’re intruding on a private moment and you can’t help but clear your throat, just to acknowledge your own presence. Hyejin seems to jump back into reality as she glances at you, eyes widening in realization.

“Oh, right! Kookie, this is ____,” your new friend introduces you to the guy whom you actually met before meeting her but she doesn’t have to know that. “____, this is Jungkook.”

Before you can say or do anything, Jungkook’s eyes meet yours. You watch as a smirk spreads upon his lips, “well, if it isn’t the girl who got me in trouble.”

You scoff softly.

“What do you mean I got you in trouble? That was all you,” you shoot back at him, laughing softly. 

Jungkook lets out a short laugh and shrugs mindlessly, smiling to himself as if admitting that it was indeed his own fault. Hyejin’s eyes are shifting between you and the guy next to her, confusion written all over her face.

“Wait, you guys know each other already?”

Your eyes widen, “no! We just, um-“

“I helped her find the library the other day,” Jungkook tells Hyejin, “she seemed pretty lost.”

You feel your cheeks heating up again as Jungkook mentions your chaotic state of mind from the other day. But you can’t help but feel grateful for his help. If it hadn’t been for him, you’d probably still be a mess. At least, after he helped you find the library and some of the books you needed, you found yourself feeling slightly more at peace. The stress of transferring universities really messed with your usual organized mindset.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Hyejin smiles, glancing at you and then at Jungkook again, “well, we gotta go, we have another lecture starting soon. I’ll see you at the game tonight?”

He nods as he looks at her. He doesn’t seem to mind when she leans up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. You can’t really tell if they’re dating or not. But then again they seem comfortable enough to be touchy with each other in the middle of the hallway where people are passing by. It would fit perfectly – with your luck and all – that the most popular girl and the cutest boy on campus (whom you’ve been crushing on for the past few days) are a couple.

“Are you coming to watch the game too, ____?”

Jungkook’s voice pulls you back to present time, his eyes focused on you as he awaits your answer. You part your lips to speak but before you can even begin to think of an excuse for not coming, Hyejin butts in.

“Oh, yeah! You should come!”

“Guess I’m coming too,” you flash them both a stiff smile, feeling so out of place next to this beautiful couple. However, the feeling is partly gone after Jungkook smiles at you once again, seeming satisfied with your response.

Hours later after lectures and classes, you find yourself walking towards the soccer field with Hyejin. She seems incredibly familiar with the place as she waltzes towards the bleachers. You tag along, looking around with parted lips, impressed by the size of this soccer ‘stadium’. 

There are bleachers on two sides, the other two sides fenced to make it a secluded area. There are four big lamp posts with bright lights in each corner, illuminating the soccer field on this early September evening. It’s chilly outside but not cold enough to have you freezing. The thick sweatshirt you’re wearing is warm enough to keep you from feeling the chilly breeze. Hyejin, however, is dressed prettily in a knitted sweater and a short skirt – a stark contrast to the sweatshirt and washed blue, loose jeans you’re wearing. 

“Tonight’s game isn’t that important since it’s still the beginning of the season,” Hyejin explains as you both sit down on the front row of the bleachers. A bunch of other students are sitting around on the bleachers as well, chatting while waiting for the game to start. “But if they lose…” she grimaces, “Jungkook will not be happy. He hates losing.”

You chuckle softly at her words. Somehow you have a hard time imagining Jungkook being angry about losing a game. All you’ve experienced so far is a smiling, helpful and kind Jungkook. 

Speaking of, your eyes spot him on the field, running around with a ball by his feet. Without realizing, you’re watching him intently, eyes focused on him as he’s dribbling the ball on his feet while walking around, making it seem like it’s the easiest thing in the world. You find yourself in a trance, watching him handle the ball with ease and perfection – his talent evident just by how he plays around with the ball, casually and without much effort.

“I’m gonna get a coffee,” Hyejin suddenly says, pulling you from your thoughts. “You want anything?”

“No, I’m good, thanks,” you tell her while shaking your head in response. You glance after her as she gets up from her seat and leaves you alone on the bleachers. Once she disappears from your line of vision, you turn your attention back to the soccer field, eyes back on Jungkook. He’s looking around as if to spot someone specific, his eyes raking over the bleachers before settling on who he’s looking for. Your heart skips a beat when his eyes meet yours, heartbeat hammering in your chest when he starts jogging towards you.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, bright and warm as ever, coming to a stop in front of you on the other side of the barricade. “You came.”

You feel a tiny hint of warmth within you because he seems happy to see you at his game. But you can’t help but remind yourself he’s with Hyejin, the fuzzy and warm feeling in your chest slowly dissolving. Maybe he’s just being friendly after finding out you’re friends with his girlfriend.

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it,” you softly say, causing his smile to widen just a bit.

“Did you manage to find the rest of the books you needed?” He asks after a short moment of silence.

You nod.

“Good,” Jungkook nods, “that’s good.”

Silence surrounds the two of you again. There’s something in the atmosphere but you can’t quite pinpoint it. You feel his eyes on you as you glance around, your own eyes looking at anything else but him. To be honest, looking at him is making you nervous, especially after noticing his attire when he played around with the ball before – he’s dressed in his soccer uniform; a fitted warm-up shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and lean body, white shorts that stop just above his knees, blue socks, soccer cleats in bright colors on his feet. His hair is tousled, the tips slightly damp from warming up which makes it even worse because now it’s kind of curly.

“So,” you break the silence, taking the chance and looking back at him, “how long have you and Hyejin been dating?”

“Oh, we’re not.”

“What?”

Jungkook hums to confirm his own words when you look at him in confusion, “we’re just friends.”

You can’t help but raise one eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion written all over your face.

“Does she know that?”

“Of course,” he shrugs and lets out a somewhat strained chuckle. “There’s no reason that she wouldn’t.”

Them not dating seems almost impossible to you as you’re reminded of them cuddled up in the hallway from earlier today. Maybe Hyejin just has a crush on Jungkook? It would make sense and to be fair, you don’t blame her. He’s the whole fucking package and you, yourself, is having a hard time because of it. Just having him standing this close to you on the other side of the barricade is making your heartbeat quicken.

Hyejin appears by your side again, coffee in hand. She smiles widely once she spots Jungkook, leaning over the barricade to give him a hug. You watch them embrace each other and you can’t help but notice how different their approaches are. Hyejin is hugging him tightly while Jungkook loosely wraps an arm around her waist. When he looks at you over her shoulder, you quickly look away, pretending you weren’t watching them just now.

“Jeon! Stop flirting with your fans and get back over here!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and chuckles as he breaks away from the hug, glancing back at his coach before turning back to you and Hyejin.

“I’ll catch you guys later,” he tells you both, eyes staying locked with yours for a second longer before jogging off towards the rest of his team. A rush of excitement runs through your body but you quickly brush it off, telling yourself you’re imagining things.

“Score a goal for me, Kookie!” Hyejin calls after him.

Jungkook glances back at her and flashes her a smile before continuing to make his way towards his teammates. Hyejin lets out a deep sigh as she sits back down next to you. You glance at her, noticing the soft grin on her face as she watches Jungkook move around the field, prepping and getting ready for the game to start.

The game soon starts, occupying you and Hyejin entirely. Jungkook starts on the field. He’s the center forward with the number 7 on the back of his jersey. Throughout the game you slowly begin to realize that going to watch the game was a bad idea. Not only is Jungkook sweet and cute – he’s undoubtedly hot too. The way he’s in his element on the soccer field, completely focused and set on winning, is one of the most attractive things you’ve ever witnessed and you’re not sure how to handle it. 1) You’re lowkey turned on by it and 2) you feel bad for being attracted to him, to have this developing crush when it’s obvious that Hyejin likes him.

And to make matters worse, just when you happen to look at him during halftime, he’s lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. His lower abdomen is revealed, nicely tanned skin and toned hips on show for everyone to see and yet you feel like you’re the only one witnessing it. Your cheeks heat up at the sight, teeth digging into your bottom lip to stop yourself from yelping in surprise. He’s all sweaty with damp hair, strands sticking to his forehead and glistening skin. When he grabs a water bottle and starts drinking from it, you slump in your seat, mentally groaning.

This is not good.

It’s the first weekend after your first week at your new university. You’re at home, in the apartment that happened to have a room available when you needed to find a place to live. It’s just off campus and the room you have is the perfect size. The rest of the apartment you’re sharing with two other girls – Jihyo and Yeri. They’re both enrolled at the same university and both very sweet and easy to be around. You haven’t really spent much time with them yet though. They’re not home at the moment – in fact, they’re not home that much at all which you don’t mind. 

Tonight it’s just you and Hyejin, lying around in the living room, sprawled out on the couch. The TV is playing some TV show you lost interest in a long time ago. You’re scrolling through your phone, checking social media and the news. Hyejin sighs deeply next to you, causing you to look at her. You follow her line of vision to the TV, noticing she’s still watching the show. 

The main characters are about to kiss – the guy is pulling the girl close as he dips down and presses his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. The girl melts against him, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him in further and you feel a rush run through your entire body as a certain someone suddenly appears in your mind. You had hoped he would’ve left your mind for good after watching him play soccer the other night. Apparently it only made things worse and you haven’t been able to get the image out of your head at all.

“I want that,” Hyejin sighs again, pouting to herself as she stares at the couple on the screen.

“You’ll have it someday,” you tell her with a chuckle, “don’t worry.”

“I could have it already though,” your friend groans, turning off the TV as the episode ends. You watch as she gets up from the couch to walk around in the living room of your new home. She moves closer to the bookcase by the wall, looking at the books and decorative stuff on it. “Jungkook and I could have that… If he would just realize how I feel about him, that is. He’s so cute,” she giggles while shaking her head, “but he’s so oblivious.”

“Are you planning on telling him?”

You can’t help but ask, curious to know if she’s planning to act on her feelings or just leave it as a crush. Hyejin purses her lips as she thinks about your question. As you await her response, you get up and make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. Hyejin follows you, nodding when you gesture for two mugs. She jumps onto the kitchen counter, watching you in silence as you prepare tea for the two of you.

When you glance at her, she shrugs, “I don’t know… maybe?”

“Haven’t you gone out on dates before though?” You ask as you hand her one of the mugs.

She shakes her head, “we don’t do stuff like that. The only time we see each other outside of our friend group is when we fuck-”

Just as you’re about to take a sip of your freshly brewed tea, you sputter into the cup as the words leave her perfect lips. Hyejin looks at you in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you cough lightly before grabbing a napkin to dry the droplets of tea off your face.

“You okay?” She chuckles.

“Yeah, just… what?” You mutter, still not entirely sure you heard her right.

“What do you mean?”

“You guys fuck?”

Hyejin lets out a soft laugh, “oh yeah, we’ve been hooking up for a few months now.”

Did you just hear that right? It seems you weren’t actually prepared to hear Hyejin so explicitly mention it like she just did. Even though a part of you already knew something was going on between them. It was to be expected though after seeing Hyejin hug Jungkook and kiss his cheek so casually in the hallway the other day. One thing you can’t help but think about though is why would Jungkook say they’re just friends when clearly they’re more than that?

“Oh, wow,” you mutter, “how did that happen?”

Why you ask, you don’t know. It’s not like you’re dying to know the details of how she ended up in the sheets with him. It’s not like you’re busting at the seams to know how much she wants him to be his boyfriend. To be honest, the less you know, the better.

Hyejin shrugs at your question, “it kinda just happened, I think? There was this end-of-the-year party in June and somehow we ended up in bed together. To be fair though, it might’ve been me who…”

This changes everything.

A few months ago…

It’s finally June.

Which means the end-of-the-year party is happening and to say everyone’s enjoying it would be an understatement. As Hyejin slightly stumbles her way through the frat house that houses the party, she notices people around her smiling and laughing, talking and dancing, flirting and making out. There’s not a single frown to spot anywhere and it brings a big smile to Hyejin’s own face as she makes her way towards the back patio. Fresh air is needed after drinking and dancing for an hour straight.

Once she steps outside, she spots a few people standing around, some are talking, some are on their phones. One person in particular catches her eye, seated on the patio steps to the backyard. The curly mop of dark hair is impossible to be mistaken as she moves closer to her friend.

“Hi, you,” she greets him as she plops down next to him.

Jungkook looks up at her, eyelids heavy. She offers him a smile which he reciprocates. Although it’s probably more like a lazy half smile with hints of tipsiness caused by the many beers he had while playing beer pong not too long ago.

“Hey,” he replies and takes a swig of the bottle of beer in his hand.

“This party is so much fun,” she gushes, grinning as she glances around at the other people on the patio. Jungkook copies her actions before nodding in agreement.

“Sure is,” he agrees, “you enjoying yourself so far?”

Hyejin nods, “yeah, of course. Are you not?”

“Oh, I am,” Jungkook quickly assures her before smirking softly to himself, “but I think I had one too many beers because I’m pretty sure these stairs aren’t supposed to be spinning.”

The girl next to him lets out a laugh at his words. 

“Let me help you with that one then,” she points at the beer in his hand. Jungkook hands it to her without another thought, watching as she takes a couple long swigs before handing it back to him. Silence overcomes them for a short moment as they stare into the darkness of the backyard, the only light to spot being the street lights on the other side of the hedge.

“Why are you sitting out here by yourself anyway?” Hyejin asks Jungkook after a while, turning her focus to him. 

He lets out a sigh and shrugs, “needed some fresh air. The drinks went straight to my head. You?”

“Been dancing with some guy for an hour,” she tells Jungkook, “he wanted to do more than dancing so I left before it could go further.”

The guy was cute, no doubt about it, but Hyejin wasn’t really feeling it. Jungkook too had several girls coming up to him but none of them managed to catch his attention for long. Now here they are, sitting on the patio stairs with a friend instead of getting laid.

“Let me guess, he wasn’t cute enough?” Jungkook teases Hyejin.

“Oh, he was,” Hyejin chuckles, “he just didn’t really seem like someone I would get with.”

“That’s too bad,” Jungkook hums, finishing his beer before carelessly throwing the bottle onto the lawn. Hyejin hums in agreement, staring at the bottle that is now laying on the lawn instead of being held by Jungkook’s hand.

“What about you?” She wonders out loud, “no lucky girl within your radar?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “nah, I don’t really have the time for it.”

“Not even hook-ups?”

Another shake of his head, lips pulled into a thin line.

Shock paints Hyejin’s pretty face as she stares at the side of Jungkook’s, “so you never hook up with anyone? When’s the last time you had sex?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I don’t know… Spring break, I guess?

“What?! Jungkook, I know for a fact you got girls lining up just to date you. You’re the star of the soccer team and you’re smart as hell – not to mention good-looking.”

He lets out a chuckle at that and shakes his head, “yeah, well, I don’t have the time to date right now- I don’t even want to date.”

Hyejin hums as the words leave his mouth. Before she knows it, an idea appears within her mind. It might be a far stretch but there’s nothing wrong with throwing it out there and seeing what happens, right?

“What would you say to just sex then?”

She watches as Jungkook looks at her in confusion, eyebrows knitted together on his forehead.

“What do you mean?” He asks, slightly curious.

“I mean, we could have sex? No strings attached.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise. “We?” He gestures between himself and Hyejin, “as in us?”

Hyejin shrugs, “why not?”

“You mean like right now?” He then points to where they’re sitting on the patio stairs. Before he can even register what’s happening, Hyejin is scooting closer, looking at him while batting her eyelashes, chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“It doesn’t have to be right now,” she can’t help but smile as Jungkook visibly relaxes where he sits. “... could be in an hour or in a week. It’s up to you really.”

Jungkook gives it a thought as he hums to himself, his eyes dropping to glance at her lips for a split-second before looking back into her eyes. “I never really thought of you that way, to be honest.”

Hyejin leans closer as the words leave his pink lips, “well, it’s never too late to start, is it?”

Jungkook is caught slightly off guard as Hyejin carefully presses her lips to his, closing the distance between them. It takes a moment for Jungkook to realize what’s happening but when he does, he slowly starts to reciprocate the kiss. Before they know it, the kiss escalates to making out, tongues meeting and hands exploring, both of them completely forgetting about the other people on the patio. It doesn’t take long for them to end up in one of the beds upstairs – making out, grinding against each other, undressing one another in a hurry to get what they crave the most.

And it happens again the following weekend, surprising both of them but it feels too good not to. 

“This is just sex, right?” Jungkook manages to get the words out in between moans as Hyejin sits on top of him.

“Yeah,” Hyejin breathes, leaning over him to connect her mouth with his, moaning into it as he bucks his hips up, the tip of his length hitting deeply inside of her. 

“No strings, no feelings… Shit- just sex whenever we feel like it.”

“Yes, just sex.”

Later as Jungkook is getting dressed, on his way out of Hyejin’s room, he looks at her as she lays in her bed – naked underneath the sheets, watching him get dressed to leave. 

“So… when are we doing this again?” She asks, smirking softly.

Jungkook sighs as he grabs his shirt off the floor, shrugging before slipping it over his head, “I don’t know… I don’t want us to misunderstand each other, you know.”

Hyejin looks at him in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“I want us to stay friends,” Jungkook says, sitting down on the edge of the bed to slip on his shoes. “I still don’t wanna date or have a relationship but as long as we’re both on the same page about this, I don’t see a problem with hooking up once in a while.”

Hyejin nods, “yeah, that’s cool. We can do that.”

“Okay, great,” his shoulders slump in relief, “talk to you later, yeah?”

Hyejin smiles and nods. He flashes her a cute smile in return and waves before leaving her room, gone without any trace of him being there except for the scent of him.

-end of flashback-

“Jungkook is a great guy,” Hyejin’s voice interrupts your thoughts, pulling you from your zoned out state. “But he’s just so oblivious, you know?”

You can’t have a crush on the guy your friend is sleeping with? 

That’s equivalent to breaking every single rule in the girl code book. In fact, rule #1 in said book would most likely be: Do not under any circumstances have a crush on/catch feelings for your friend’s boyfriend. ‘Fuck buddy’ definitely fits under that rule. If Hyejin hadn’t been so casual about her and Jungkook’s situation and mentioned it just now, your recently formed crush probably would’ve gotten worse over time. And that could’ve become a problem.

Now you need to make a vow. A promise. A rule for yourself to follow religiously.

You will never ever pursue Jungkook and this little ridiculous crush of yours needs to disappear as quickly as it appeared. Whatever attraction you felt towards him before needs to be gone starting from tonight. Jeon Jungkook will not be anything but the guy who’s dating your friend. 

Although, it would be much easier if he wasn’t in the same friend group you’re slowly becoming a part of the more you hang out with Hyejin. 

Or if he wasn’t in the same Anatomy & Physiology class as you, always sitting next to you or close to you. You don’t know why he does it because he has friends in your shared class that he could sit with instead.

However, another two weeks pass by and Hyejin hasn’t mentioned Jungkook much ever since she told you about how they became fuck buddies. You’re thankful for that because suppressing your crush is already hard enough as it is; for some reason Jungkook is always tagging along when you’re out to eat with Hyejin and some of the others from her surprisingly big friend group. It’s never just one of the guys or two – no, it’s always all four of them or none of them. If Hoseok says yes to join, Jimin tags along which almost always results in Taehyung tagging along which then ends with Jungkook joining as well.

A package deal if you will. 

And it’s not like you’re stirring up a conversation with Jungkook all the time at every chance you get. Sure, you talk once in a while since he’s the type of person to care about other people; he likes to ask how you are and if you’re all settled after transferring from Busan. You can’t just ignore him when he asks and to be honest, you don’t really want to.

But even when you and Hyejin are in the library on campus, working on an assignment for one of your shared classes, Jungkook will usually appear out of the blue with one of the other guys. And then you will spend a few hours in the library with a hammering heart in your chest, unable to focus because he’s sitting right across from you on the other side of the table, looking cute as hell as he reads his book about psychology in sports. 

The alarms in your head instantly go off when he sits back in his chair to get rid of his hoodie and his t-shirt rides up a bit, revealing a tiny snippet of the tanned skin of his abdomen. This is not good for the girl code, you think to yourself as you inhale sharply. Hyejin, Jungkook, and Hoseok all watch you in confusion as you suddenly close your book and laptop, stuffing it all in your backpack before getting up from your seat.

“What’s going on?” She asks, slightly taken aback by your sudden change of behavior.

“I, um,” you stumble over your words, glancing at the boys only to notice that Jungkook is looking at you with a slightly worried expression. “I gotta go, I just remembered I have… a thing.”

“Okay…” Hyejin trails off, turning in her seat as you nod your head in goodbye before heading towards the exit doors. You come to a halt when she calls after you, “wait, are you still coming to the party on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” you tell her, once again catching Jungkook’s eyes for a split second, “I just- I gotta go. I’ll text you later, okay?”

When you text Hyejin later that evening and she asks if everything is alright, you feel bad for saying yes and not telling her what had you rushing out of the library. Although it’s quickly forgotten as Hyejin moves on to ask what she should wear for the party. Eventually the two of you end up face-timing for the greater part of the evening, trying to figure out what outfit to wear. In the end you settle for a pair of loose jeans and a cute crop top to go with them. Hyejin decides on a pastel green midi-dress; one that makes her look even more gorgeous than she already is and you can’t help but think about how Jungkook might lose his mind at the sight.

“I can’t wait! It’s gonna be so much fun,” Hyejin gushes as you both lay in your beds, ready to sleep. She’s smiling widely on the screen of your phone, her big brown eyes looking at you. “Wait, this is your first party after transferring, aren’t you excited?”

You are excited. Okay, let’s be real, you’re more than excited. You’ve been super busy these past two weeks with getting settled and getting the hang of living in Seoul that you completely forgot to have fun – fun that doesn’t include being on campus or studying with fellow students, or doing your homework.

“Of course I am!”

Hyejin squeals in excitement, “yay! Well, I have to sleep soon or else I will look like a dead fish tomorrow.”

You give her a pointed yet playful look and chuckle, “I doubt it but fine… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See youuu,” Hyejin waves at you before hanging up, leaving you to think about the party you’ll be attending in two days. You’re trying to not let the thought of Jungkook going to the party consume you but as expected he ends up being the only thing on your mind. You groan to yourself and turn onto your side, forcing your eyes shut to hopefully fall asleep – hoping to dream about anything else but the cute and charming jock who has been occupying your thoughts more than you would like lately.

The sound of loud music mixed with people talking and laughing is reverberating throughout the entire frat house. People are having fun, ‘celebrating’ the beginning of a new semester, letting loose before it becomes stressful with homework, assignments, midterms and whatnot. You’ve been dancing with Hyejin for the past hour, dancing with other students whom you haven’t seen around before but they seem cool – not that it matters. You probably won’t talk with any of them after this party anyway.

“I want another drink,” Hyejin tells you over the music as a new song comes on, one just as loud and energetic as the previous one, “wanna come?”

You nod, “of course!”

Hyejin links her arm with yours, tugging you along towards the kitchen of the house where there has been created a ‘help yourself’-table of alcohol. You watch as Hyejin mixes two cups of something you never thought of mixing before but as you take a sip and taste it, you find yourself licking your lips to get the remnants of the flavor.

“Oh wow- this is really good!” You gush, taking another swig. 

Hyejin smirks and takes a sip of her own cup, “it’s my own secret drink, so don’t tell anyone, alright?”

You pretend to zip and lock your lips, handing the imaginary key to her, “promise.”

Truth is, you didn’t really pay attention to whatever she mixed in that drink – all you know is that there’s vodka in it and something pink as the liquid is a shining pink color. You’re in the middle of finishing your drink when Hyejin spots someone she knows not too far away, shouting their name before disappearing from your side. You mindlessly watch as she slips between people, leaving you to stand by the drinks table with a now empty cup.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you ignore the fact that your friend just left you alone at a party where you only know her and a few other people, the rest being complete strangers. All you do is shrug to yourself as you look at the different bottles of alcohol and mixing liquids, trying to figure out what Hyejin used to make that delicious drink of hers. Eventually, you end up mixing some random stuff – and it doesn’t taste too bad. Could’ve been much worse, that’s for sure.

Soon enough you’re back on the dance floor, by yourself, dancing with strangers and having the time of your life. You promised yourself you’d let loose and have fun tonight as a reward to yourself for busting your ass off for two weeks straight. 

“Love the way you work those hips, princess,” a voice brushes against the shell of your ear and hands rests upon said hips, causing you to freeze in your movements. You turn to face the person, curious to see who is whispering in your ear in the middle of the dance floor. It’s not someone you know and you definitely do not want to know them – in fact, the guy in front of you makes you rather uncomfortable as he smirks at you, eyes glancing up and down your body.

“Thanks,” you trail off, about to turn your back to him to walk away but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer.

“You're not gonna show me how you do it?” He asks, trying his very hardest to come off as seductive and flirty.

“Actually, I was just about to go find my friend, sorry-”

He cuts you off, shaking his head, “one dance, princess and I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”

You try your best to squirm out of his hold but it’s no use, he has his arm tightly wrapped around your waist, keeping you close against his body. “Please let go of me,” you tell him, voice as stern as it’ll allow you right now.

“Oh, come on, princess… Just one d-”

“She told you to let go, man.”

Both you and the stranger whip your heads around to look at the person who just spoke, the voice familiar to you. You feel your heart skip a beat as you’re met by a pair of soft, dark brown eyes looking at you. However, those soft dark brown eyes turn hard as they move to settle on the guy who’s still holding onto you.

Jungkook raises a single eyebrow at the guy who’s name you haven’t gotten to know yet – not that you wish to know it anyway. Jungkook glances at you, silently asking if you’re okay. You nod softly which seems to relieve him as he reaches for you, hand finding yours to pull you to his side. A rush of a tingling feeling runs through your body as you feel his hand in yours. Once you’re by his side, you hold onto his arm out of sheer need of some comfort while trying your hardest to ignore the fact that this is the closest you’ve been to him ever since meeting him. 

“Mind your own business, Jeon,” the guy rolls his eyes.

“I was minding my own business,” Jungkook tells the guy who had been eager to dance with you, “but then you chose to ignore her when she asked you to let go. So that makes it my business too.”

Nameless guy’s eyes switch between you and Jungkook a few times before rolling once again. He seems to deem it not worth it as he waves a hand, mumbling a ‘whatever, Jeon’ as he turns on his heel and slips through the crowd of drunk people. 

Jungkook makes sure he’s gone before turning to face you. Your hands automatically drop from their hold of Jungkook’s arm, crossing over your chest instead. You don’t catch the way Jungkook’s face twists in disappointment. Instead you watch as he glances you over as if to check if you’re alright before settling on your face, worry etched upon his own.

“You okay?”

You nod, “yeah, he didn’t really do anything. What’s his deal anyway?”

Sighing, Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, “Jung Hyunmin – a complete asshole who thinks he can get with any girl if he just calls them a pet name a certain amount of times.”

That makes you laugh softly as Jungkook rolls his eyes at Hyunmin’s obviously well-known and tiring antics. A smile sneaks its way onto Jungkook’s face as your laughter fills the air around you. 

“Well,” you sigh, “thanks for… saving me, I guess.”

“Anytime,” Jungkook smirks softly.

You shoot him a playful look, “I could’ve handled it myself though.”

The dark haired boy chuckles and nods, “oh, I know.”

You would have handled it yourself if Jungkook hadn’t shown up to help you out as a true knight in shining armor. But Hyunmin seemed to back off pretty quickly though when Jungkook came to your rescue. Whether it’s some sort of respect for the best soccer player on campus or something else entirely, you don’t know. What you do know though is that Jungkook seems to have a certain effect on people – you’ve noticed this in the one class you share together too. He’s respected, well-liked by students and teachers alike – literally no one seems to have anything against him. The more you get to know Jungkook, the more you understand. And for good reason.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook asks after a while, causing you to nod again right away.

“Yeah, but I think I might head home though. That Hyunmin guy really killed my buzz,” you chuckle dryly.

“I can give you a ride if you want?” Jungkook then says.

Why is he always there to help you out and be nice? Why is it so difficult for you to just steer clear of him? Especially now after you’ve promised yourself you would do everything you could to get rid of this ridiculous crush of yours.

“Haven’t you been drinking?” You wonder out loud, eyebrows furrowing as you look at him.

Jungkook shakes his head, “I don’t drink that often. I only had like one beer a few hours ago.”

“Oh.”

This new information about him surprises you but then again, alcohol and partying might not be the top priority for someone like Jungkook – a top athlete with good chances of going professional if he keeps up with his training schedule, health and whatnot. Alcohol could definitely ruin that for him.

“Come on,” he smiles, “let me drive you home.”

“What about Hyejin?”

You can’t help but think about your friend as every inch of your body feels it when Jungkook carefully puts a hand on the small of your back, silently telling you to move towards the door. Before you leave the frat house, you spot Hyejin in the midst of the party, dancing with some of the others from the friend group. Jungkook follows your line of sight, spotting Hyejin as well before turning back to you.

“I’ll come back and get her,” he tells you, “I need to bring the guys home anyway.”

When you got into Jungkook’s car, you were convinced it’d be awkward as hell during the trip to your apartment. However, the ride is anything but quiet. Jungkook is focused on driving yet he still finds time to glance at you from time to time. You can feel it like fire against your skin and the rush running through your body is impossible to ignore. But you try not to pay it any mind as you tipsily ramble on about everything yet nothing at the same time.

Jungkook has a small smile on his face, it’s growing more and more the longer you talk about random stuff that has no relation to anything. It may seem like nervous rambling from being in the car with him but it looks like he doesn’t mind. Instead, he just listens intently to everything you tell him – stuff about Busan that he probably already knows because it’s his hometown too, stuff about your older brother and parents, stuff about you and Hyejin’s brand new but hilarious friendship.

You barely pause to breathe but Jungkook manages to throw a response in here and there. The rest of the time he’s just listening, smiling to himself.

“You didn’t have to take me home, you know,” you say suddenly, looking at him. Jungkook’s eyes move from the road to you and back to the road again, his small smile turning into a small smirk instead.

“It’s not a problem at all,” he tells you, glancing at you again, “besides, what better way to celebrate my birthday?”

You gasp, sitting up in your seat and facing him entirely, “it's your birthday?”

Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head, “no, my birthday was two weeks ago but apparently tonight’s party was a ‘birthday celebration’ for me.”

“Oh my god, happy belated birthday!”

“Thanks,” he grins.

“Wow, I can’t believe I missed it,” you pout, slumping in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car. “Now I feel bad for letting you leave the party just to drive me home. I could’ve just taken the night bus.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have let you take the night bus,” he pointedly says, “not when I was right there, sober with a car.”

“But-“

He shakes his head instantly, “____, do you know how many creeps who ride the buses this late?”

You fall silent, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting as if you just got scolded by your parents. Jungkook chuckles to himself and shakes his head in amusement, letting the conversation come to an end as he pulls into the parking lot of the building you live in. He parks and turns off the engine, the rumbling of it disappearing only to leave the two of you to sit in silence.

“Well, thanks for the ride,” you softly say and offer him a smile.

Just as you’re about to get out of the car, Jungkook removes his seatbelt and gets out of the car as well. You can’t help but look at him in confusion as he joins you on the other side, nodding his head towards the building. 

“I’ll walk you up,” he tells you.

Despite the way your heart skips a beat as he flashes you a smile, you follow him without protesting. You walk side by side towards the door, the silence very tense all of a sudden and you’re having a hard time breathing. Jungkook watches as you unlock the main door and push yourself inside. You make sure to check if he follows behind, ignoring the way excitement floods your stomach. You shouldn’t feel excited because he’s walking you up after driving you home. You shouldn’t even be spending this much alone time with him. What would Hyejin say if she knew? Would she be mad that you’re having a developing crush on her fuck buddy slash crush? Would she be more angry with you or Jungkook?

All these questions roam your mind as you and Jungkook make your way upstairs, the elevator thankfully being out of order. You’re convinced you wouldn’t survive a trip of five floors in a tiny elevator with this guy.

“Holy shit, these stairs are killing me,” Jungkook groans once you reach the last staircase.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the best shape possible?” You giggle.

Jungkook playfully glares at you, “soccer and stairs are two very different things, ____.”

“Right,” you smirk, “either that or you’re just not in as good shape as you thought you were.”

That’s a lie – you know very well how much in good shape he is. In fact, you don’t think anyone on campus is in better shape than him. It makes sense though since Jungkook clearly cares for his health and his sport. The fact that he only had one beer tonight proves it.

“Are you-“ he stares at you in slight disbelief, “are you saying I’m not in good shape?”

Panic paints your face and Jungkook’s reaction is one of amusement, a grin splitting across his face.

“I- no, I didn’t mean it like that! I just-“ you anxiously backtrack, cheeks heating up when Jungkook lets out a laugh. 

“____, calm down, I’m just messing with you,” he laughs. 

You scowl softly at him, shooting him a glare before focusing on unlocking your front door. Jungkook chuckles and leans against the wall next to your door, head resting against it as he waits. You can feel his gaze on you again and it’s making your nerves go off because you know if you turn to look at him you’ll blush hard and look like an idiot. 

God, why are you always a mess when he’s around?

Eventually the door finally unlocks after a bit of struggling. You glance at the boy next to you, heart jumping in your chest as he smiles at you, dark brown eyes looking into yours.

“Thank you,” you softly mutter, “for bringing me home.”

“You’re welcome,” his voice is soft, quiet but just loud enough to reach your ears. You can’t help but take a quick glance at his lips, just for a split second wondering what it would feel like to kiss them, to touch them with your own lips but Hyejin pops into your mind and you quickly remove your eyes from his very pink lips again.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

There’s a glint in his eyes as he watches you step into your home. You offer him one last tiny smile before closing the door, just barely hearing him say “goodnight, ____, sleep tight.”

Jungkook stares at the door for a solid minute after you’ve gone inside, closing it behind you. Something in him wants to knock on the door again and ask you to come along, get back into his car and go for a ride into the night. Another part of him is telling him to leave it. Just for the time being. He does have his roommates and Hyejin to get back to after all.

He lets out a sigh and smiles to himself as he pushes himself off the wall, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He steals one last glance at the door to your apartment, the thought of you getting ready for bed on the other side of it filling his mind as he descends the stairs, heading back to his car.

Driving you home wasn't anything special, he’s done it for his friends multiple times – and for Hyejin as well ever since he developed some sort of relationship with her at the end-of-the-year party in June. However, he can’t stop thinking about the way you rambled during the entire car ride, talking about anything that came to your tipsy mind, sharing your thoughts with him without worrying how you sounded or what you looked like – you were so animated at times, using your hands to describe something so vividly that Jungkook could almost feel himself be there to witness it with his own eyes. 

It was nice. He felt nice in your company – he always does. He’s just hoping he’ll get to experience it even more after tonight. Just the mere thought of it has a feeling akin to excitement running through his entire body, reaching his stomach and causing it to flip as he thinks about seeing you in class on Monday.

However, when Jungkook sees you in anatomy & physiology class around noon on Monday, the seat he usually takes next to you is already occupied when he gets there. He frowns softly to himself as he makes his way to another empty seat, one further away from you, further away from the seat he’s usually in. He passes by you on the way, catching your eyes for a split second as you happen to look up.

“Hey,” Jungkook greets you, smiling widely.

You smile hesitantly and mutter a soft ‘hi’ before returning to your books and notes to draw and doodle – something you always do before the class starts. Jungkook has noticed you like to draw tons of hearts and tiny flowers, flowers that sometimes end up being branches with flowers and leaves instead, spreading across an entire blank sheet of paper.

And from where he’s sitting, a few rows away from you, he can tell you’re drawing those branches again, black ink from your gel pen. Jungkook rests his chin in the palm of his hand once the professor enters, sighing as he finds it difficult to choose where to look – at you drawing branches with flowers and leaves on them or at the professor who’s talking about the reading for today.

Eventually the class ends up passing by with Jungkook switching between looking at you from time to time and listening carefully to what the professor is saying. After class you’re gone before Jungkook can even think about striking up a conversation with you. The very same frown from the beginning of the class is back on his face as he joins some of the guys from the soccer team, heading to his next class.

The next few days go by like this – Jungkook arrives at class around the same time every noon. You’re in your seat, easy to spot right away because it’s the first place Jungkook focuses his eyes on once he steps into the lecture hall. However, the seat next to you has somehow been occupied every day, making it impossible for Jungkook to slip into that seat. However, he makes sure to greet you whenever he manages to catch your eyes, either saying ‘hi’ or just opting for a simple smile. It doesn’t really matter. As long as you reciprocate it, he’s happy.

Now it’s Friday and it’s the last lecture before the weekend. The professor is introducing a new assignment on the whiteboard, talking about the different tasks and the main points of each task.

“The deadline for the assignment is three weeks from now,” Professor Choi says, the entire class buzzing with a low sound of mumbling and whispering as he reveals the deadline. Jungkook is back to sitting next to you, stealing a glance at you when a low, slightly frustrated ‘fuck’ escapes your lips. “Make sure to use chapter 3 as much as possible as you’ll find most of what you need there.”

The professor announces the end of the lecture, packing up his things and leaving the room, several students trailing behind. You’re packing up your stuff when Jungkook turns to look at you, mumbling under your breath, something about chapter 3 making no sense.

“Hey, you okay?”

You look up at Jungkook, nodding right away, “yeah, I just… chapter 3 is being a real bitch to me. I don’t know why.”

Jungkook chuckles softly, glancing around the room to see that only a few students are left.

“You need help with it?” He asks when he looks at you again.

“Oh- no, Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’ll figure it out eventually,” you decline his offer with a sigh, “hopefully.”

“____, I don’t mind. You know that.”

You pause in your actions of packing your stuff together, looking at him again, “yeah, but I don’t wanna get in the way of you doing your own assignment.”

Jungkook smiles. You’re too cute. He wonders how many times he has to tell you it’s no problem for him to help you out or lend you a hand once in a while. You always tell him no despite lowkey being in need of some help, just like the first day when you wandered around all lost and confused, looking for the library.

“I’ll just work on it while I help you,” he assures you. “Chapter 3 can be pretty tough if you don’t fully understand it.”

Silence overcomes the two of you as Jungkook watches you purse your lips, deep in thought. You glance down at the book, then your notes on chapter 3, which are almost non-existing, and then back at Jungkook. He feels a smile spread across his face when he notices you slowly give in.

“Okay,” you sigh, “I could really use your help then if you don’t mind.”

Jungkook smiles softly, “not at all.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow at him, “you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he laughs and hands you his phone, “here, put your number in so we can arrange a study date.”

Why you agreed to Jungkook’s offer of helping you with the assignment is a mystery to you – especially because you know you shouldn’t be hanging out with him more than necessary. It only fuels your crush which is supposed to disappear (spoiler alert: it hasn’t disappeared one bit).

Hyejin didn’t seem to mind it though when you had told her Jungkook had offered to help. She only smiled and started talking about how sweet he is to offer to help people with studying. However, it’s not people – it’s just you and you can’t help but feel like a bad friend when you walk into the library Monday afternoon as you and Jungkook agreed on after your lecture on Friday.

Jungkook spots you almost immediately, sticking a hand in the air to wave so you can easily find him. You plaster on a hesitating smile as you make your way towards him.

“Hey,” he grins as you reach the table, pulling the chair out and sitting down. “You ready to get started?”

You sigh and let your smile widen a bit, “yeah, I guess I am.”

Jungkook smirks softly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it in no time,” he assures you.

An hour passes with Jungkook going through the first part of the chapter that has been giving you a tough time ever since professor Choi started using it in class. Jungkook, however, seems to know it from start to finish and back again, easily helping you understand it way better than Professor Choi ever did.

Jungkook is really smart and it’s very attractive – therefore you hate it.

It’s when you’re sitting in comfortable silence, both typing away on your laptops, working on each of your assignments, you steal a glance at the boy next to you. Jungkook is fully focused, completely submerged in it. There’s a wrinkle on his forehead from focusing as he stares at the screen, reading over what he just typed out. His eyebrows are knitted together and his teeth are gnawing into his pink, plump bottom lip. The oversized hoodie he’s wearing makes him look incredibly soft, perfect for cuddling and you hate that you want to know what it’s like to be cuddled in his arms, wrapped tightly in his warmth and feel safe.

It’s not your place to wonder about things like these. If you really want to know, you could just ask Hyejin about it. She’ll probably tell you everything if you asked, giving you details on stuff you really don’t want details on at all.

Shaking your head to yourself, you get rid of the thoughts in your head. You let out a heavy sigh, turning back to your own laptop, missing Jungkook’s eyes as he looks up at you.

“You good?” He asks, noticing the heavy sigh that escapes you.

You look up at him once again, nodding right away and flash him a smile, “yeah, it’s just a lot to process.”

Jungkook smiles comfortingly in return, “yeah, well, a few more study dates like this and you’ll be fine. Promise.”

Oh, how you wish he wouldn’t call it study dates. It only makes it seem worse and you already feel bad about it enough as it is.

“Thank you again,” you tell him, “for going through all this trouble just to help me.”

“____, stop thanking me already,” he chuckles softly, “it’s not a problem, I’m just glad I can help.”

And help you he does. Jungkook suggests meeting up no more than two days later. You agree with a nervously beating heart, suggesting the library again because anywhere else would be too friendly. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and for that, you’re grateful.

It’s going pretty well so far – Jungkook has decided to teach you a few parts at a time so you won’t get too overwhelmed by all the new information you’re receiving. This time around you feel more comfortable around him, your heart is calmer in your chest, your words are more relaxed and you can look him in the eyes without feeling your cheeks heating up.

Maybe, just maybe, you can keep this at friends level and not expose yourself and the crush you have on the star soccer player of Seoul University.

“This assignment really is a bitch,” Jungkook groans quietly to himself, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. You can’t help but chuckle, keeping your eyes on your own laptop screen. You feel his eyes on the side of your face, suddenly feeling very self conscious about it. However, you don’t get to think more of it as a loud growl interrupts the silence. You clutch your stomach, cheeks instantly heating up causing Jungkook to chuckle softly.

“You hungry?” He asks.

You nod, feeling incredibly embarrassed, “a little, yeah.”

“Do you like ramen?”

What a weird question – everyone likes ramen.

“Who doesn’t like ramen?” You wonder out loud, giving Jungkook a look of confusion because the thought of someone not liking ramen seems impossible to you.

Jungkook feels a grin spread across his face as the words leave your lips. A woman after his own heart, he thinks to himself as he gets up, motioning for you to get up as well. Without protesting, you do as he says and copy him as he starts packing up his stuff.

“I know a place with really good ramen,” he tells you, nodding his head towards the exit of the library, “come on.”

Jungkook is watching you with slightly nervous eyes, waiting for your reaction as he opens the door to the ramen place for you. You walk inside, Jungkook follows right behind. You’re looking around, taking in the place with no words being said. From beside you, Jungkook is waiting, feeling anxious about bringing you here because this place is one of his favorite places – something about the dark, slightly futuristic style of the place making him feel at home. Besides, it’s not that well-known yet which makes it a perfect place to study while eating since it’s never packed with people.

“This is so cool,” you speak your mind, a smile spreading across your face as you turn to look at Jungkook.

Your smile makes something in him twist in excitement, causing a wide smile to spread across his own face. Out of pure instinct, he places a hand on the small of your back to silently urge you to move forward. He misses the way your breath hitches but he can’t ignore the way his hand burns from touching you.

“What do you wanna eat?”

You shrug, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

Jungkook nods in response before greeting the staff of the restaurant as if he’s known them his whole life, telling them he would like two portions of his usual order. He shoots a glare at the guys behind the cashier as they wiggle their eyebrows at him while nodding their heads in your direction. Jungkook glances at you for a second just to check if you noticed their teasing. You’re occupied by looking around once again, busy taking in the details of the decoration and interior of the place to notice anything that goes on behind you. A relieved sigh escapes his lips as he guides you to his usual table.

“How did you find this place?” You ask Jungkook out of pure curiosity, taking another bite of the delicious ramen you were served not too long ago.

Jungkook swallows his bite before speaking, “I used to come here a lot last year during finals.”

“Oh.”

“It’s open most of the night so it was perfect for me,” he continues, “I had a lot of stuff going on last year with soccer and exams, so whenever I had practice till late I’d go here to study instead of going home.”

“Why?” You can’t help but ask.

“Can't seem to focus at home,” Jungkook shrugs, “I always end up falling asleep if I try to study at home after practice.”

You frown softly, chopsticks pausing mid-air as you look at him, “Jungkook, you shouldn’t overwork yourself like that. Sleeping is important too.”

A smile sneaks its way onto Jungkook's lips as he looks at you. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost dare say that you care about him. The concerned frown on your face and the words you speak makes him feel some type of way and the fluttering of his heart is an unknown feeling but he welcomes it, liking how it feels.

“So… what’s the deal with the new girl?” Taehyung asks Jungkook one day when they hang out in their shared living room. Jimin and Hoseok sneak a curious glance at Jungkook as he plops down onto the couch.

“Who? ____?” Jungkook asks despite being fully aware that it’s you Taehyung is asking about.

“Yeah,” Taehyung confirms.

Jungkook eyes him, “what do you mean?”

“You know,” Taehyung gestures with his hands for Jungkook to continue, “what’s she like?”

Why would Taehyung like to know what you’re like? Taehyung usually never cares about the girls Jungkook talks to. He has his own share of girls pining after him being the good-looking, slightly arrogant jock. He’s a huge flirt and usually only cares about a new girl if he finds her hot. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Yeah, you sure do spend a lot of time with her,” Hoseok butts in, curious eyes looking at Jungkook. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you help anyone study before.”

A nervous chuckle leaves Jungkook’s lips, “come on, guys, she’s from my hometown. I gotta help her out.”

His friends all give him a deadpan face and Taehyung raises a single eyebrow as if to say really?

“That is the best excuse you can come up with?” Hoseok laughs.

Before Jungkook can think of a comeback, Taehyung continues, “so you know what she’s like then? Since you’re helping out your fellow Busanian so much.”

Jungkook ignores his teasing jab to shrug, “I guess.”

“Well damn, Jeon, are you gonna tell us or do we need a special key to unlock it?”

“Guys, leave him alone,” Jimin interrupts Hoseok with a gentle tone, “he’ll open up about it when he’s ready.”

“Jesus Christ, there’s nothing to open up about!” Jungkook groans, “she’s- she’s… I don’t know, she’s just really cool. She’s down to earth and funny and easy to talk to.” 

Jungkook’s gaze fixates on nothing in particular behind Taehyung, a dazed expression taking over his features as he thinks about the time he’s spent with you so far.

“She’s clumsy as hell and her eyes always light up when she talks about something she’s passionate about,” a soft chuckle escapes him as a small smile spreads on his lips. “She’s always drawing in class; she likes to draw these tiny flowers on branches. Sometimes she fills an entire page with them instead of taking notes which is kinda stupid because she’s confused already and then I have to explain the entire lecture to her-”

Jungkook pauses as he realizes what’s happening, ears turning red in an instant as he notices the knowing smirks on his friends’ faces. He then clears his throat and shrugs, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible despite the way he just went off on a tangent about you. He doesn’t need his friends on his case about you anymore than they already are. “Uh, why- um, why are you asking?”

“Just wondering,” Taehyung shrugs in return, his smirk turning into a small grin.

Jungkook’s palms prickle with heat as he grows wary. “You’re… You’re not interested in her, are you?”

The silence is heavy in the living room as Taehyung lets out a sigh, leaning back on the couch with his hands behind his head. Jungkook’s face twists in annoyance as he looks at his best friend sitting there all cocky and arrogant as ever. His entire posture screams arrogant, cocky and flirty – he’s everything every girl wants, except the fact that he’s incapable of doing feelings. It’s always flirt, fuck, flee. The three F’s of Kim Taehyung. Every girl knows this and yet some of them always end up getting hurt because they really thought it would be them who’d cause him to leave his fuckboy lifestyle behind.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung smirks, shrugging, “maybe?”

“Tae…” Jimin butts in, eyeing his teasing friend with a warning tone to his voice. 

Taehyung can’t help but grin as he glances at their blonde haired roommate. He turns back to Jungkook only to be met by a glare, one Jungkook doesn’t notice he’s sporting until Taehyung lets out a laugh at the sight.

“Relax, Kookie,” Taehyung coos teasingly, “I know trying to take what’s yours can be dangerous territory.”

His words cause Hoseok to huff out a laugh, earning him a slap on the arm from Jimin. Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair only to leave it a mess.

“She’s not ‘mine’,” he defends.

“Not yet,” Taehyung points at Jungkook as he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” Jungkook chuckles and throws one of the decorative pillows at the curly-haired man sitting on the other end of the couch. “What makes you think she’d go for your dumb ass anyway?”

Laughter erupts between the four roommates, the conversation moving on to a new topic that has nothing to do with Jungkook, or you for that matter. However, you stay in Jungkook’s mind as he falls silent, his friends not paying attention to him as they talk about god knows what. Despite the fact that his words were taken as a joke, he meant them one hundred percent. He knows you’d never go for someone like Taehyung. You couldn’t – not when he’s the exact opposite of you.

You’re nice, kind, sweet and soft in every way possible yet you have a touch of sarcasm within you and you know how to make a joke, one that will make Jungkook laugh, even days after when he coincidentally reminds himself of it again. You’re cute and you’re beautiful; even more so after he talked to you the first time, the soft and kind sound of your voice adding to your beauty, making you a constant in Jungkook’s mind ever since he saw you walking around all lost and confused.

But then again, Taehyung is a massive flirt and one of the most handsome guys on campus – and Jungkook has yet to meet someone who doesn’t gape at him every time he whips out his flirtatious ways. What’s worse is that Jungkook finds himself worrying about Taehyung asking you out one day and he hates it. Taehyung knows how Jungkook feels about you or at least he knows that Jungkook has a certain soft spot for you. 

But that might not be enough for Taehyung to leave you be.

It’s been exactly two days since your last study-turned-dinner date at Jungkook’s favorite ramen place. This time around you’re texting him, asking if he’s up for another study date because you really need to get the hang of chapter 3 soon or else Professor Choi will surely fail you.

you [2:37 pm]: hi, wanna study today? :))

jungkook [2:46 pm]: ofc!! :) i’m on my way to practice rn but you can meet me there in two hours if you want?

you [2:47 pm]: oh okay, sure. i can do that!

jungkook [2:48 pm]: cool, see you then ;)

You really shouldn’t have agreed to meet him at the soccer field.

This thought comes to mind after you’ve arrived and sat down on the bleachers, watching the last bit of their practice. The early October weather is in their favor as the sun beams down on them. Jungkook and his teammates are running around, playing soccer, shouting stuff like ‘on your right’ and ‘up front, up front’. Jungkook has the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up into a makeshift tank top and his shorts are definitely tighter today than they were the last time you saw him on the field – or maybe you’re just seeing things.

Your eyes are locked on him as he moves around, easily stealing the ball from one of his teammates before heading for the goal, effortlessly bringing the ball along with his feet. The goalkeeper focuses on Jungkook only, trying his very best to block the ball but Jungkook manages to kick it into the goal net without much struggle, the goalkeeper throwing himself after the ball in a poor attempt to catch it.

“Nice one, Jeon!” The coach calls out after blowing his whistle, signaling the practice is over. “Alright boys, remember to go for that run we talked about before the next practice. Now go shower, you stink.”

The coach’s last words cause Jungkook and his teammates to let out a joint laugh as they grab their stuff and head for the locker rooms. Jungkook spots you on the bleachers, a smile spreading across his face as he makes his way towards you instead of tagging along with the other guys. Before he can reach you, Taehyung runs past him and pats him on the shoulder as he says something you can’t hear but it makes Jungkook glare at his best friend, swatting after him before he runs off to the locker rooms.

“Hey,” Jungkook breathlessly greets you as he comes to a halt in front of the bleachers. He watches you with a smile as you get up from your seat and make your way down the stairs, stopping in front of him. 

“Hi.”

“Thanks for waiting. I didn’t think it’d drag out that much.”

His words barely register in your mind as you look at him, giving him a once over. His toned and veiny arms are on show due to his rolled up sleeves, skin glistening with sweat under the afternoon sunlight of October, damp and slightly curly hair with wet ends, pink lips parted as he breathes heavily from working out for two hours straight.

This is why you shouldn’t have agreed to meet him here. If you hadn’t, you would’ve spared yourself from seeing him like this – fresh out of practice, sweaty and good-looking. He’s without a doubt the most attractive person you've ever laid your eyes on and it’s intimidating as hell. Before Jungkook can catch you ogling him, you shake your head to get rid of these thoughts, plastering on a smile as you meet his eyes.

“It's okay,” you wave a hand dismissively, “so where do you wanna study?”

Jungkook swings his bag over his shoulder and smiles, “we can go back to my place?”

His place? Nope. No way. 

You can’t be in his apartment, much less alone with him in his apartment. That’s definitely not like being at the library. In the library you feel relaxed because there are other people around, you’re never truly alone with Jungkook and haven’t been yet except for that night where he drove you home. Which itself left a bigger impact on you than you would’ve liked. However, his apartment – his home –  is far from being like the library and just the mere thought of hanging out with him for longer than what a car ride lasts, studying with him back at his place has your heart racing and your mind screaming, reminding you of that promise you made to yourself – this crush on Jeon Jungkook needs to disappear.

But studying is important too and so far Jungkook seems to be your only option at getting this assignment done somewhat correctly. And you will always prioritize studying and your degree over anything else – even if it means spending some very intimidating alone time with the guy who’s making your heart race in your chest and your cheeks heat up like a little school girl.

“Sure,” you agree with his suggestion, voice rising an octave higher, “that sounds good.”

Jungkook and his roommates’ place is not like you imagined it to be. It’s clean, tidied up and nicely decorated and you can’t help but comment on it as soon as you’re standing in the living room, looking around. Your words have Jungkook chuckling before he tells you that keeping the place tidy and clean is mostly Jimin’s job. He doesn’t let the other guys touch the cleaning equipment because apparently they don’t know ‘how to do it right’. Jungkook puts air quotes around his last words, rolling his eyes with a smile playing upon his lips.

“Poor Jimin,” you pout playfully, trying your best to ignore the way Jungkook’s eyes flicker to your bottom lip for a split-second. “You guys let him carry that heavy load all by himself.”

“Hey,” Jungkook calls and points a finger at you, “Jimin put that heavy load on himself, so let’s not make Jungkook feel bad, alright?”

You put your hands up in surrender and let out a soft laugh, feeling the fast pace of your heart turn down a notch as the atmosphere turns light-hearted and playful. If being around Jungkook could be like this all the time without the unacknowledged tension and constant beating of your heart in your chest, maybe your crush would dissolve rather quickly. But no – Jungkook will go and do stuff that will make your breath hitch in your throat or he will say stuff that will make you blush for no specific reason. It’s a never-ending saga; Jungkook treats you with care and makes you laugh and then you’re right back to square one, your crush developing even faster than before.

“Well, make yourself at home,” Jungkook gestures to the couch, “I’ll hop in the shower before we get started.”

“Okay,” you squeak, the sudden thought of Jungkook taking a shower doing something to your voice.

“Be right back,” he smiles before disappearing into the bathroom, closing and locking the door after him.

You let out a soft yet frustrated groan to yourself as you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, the cute smile Jungkook flashed at you just a minute ago playing on repeat in your mind. Plopping down on the couch, you grab your bag and pull out your anatomy & physiology book and laptop, placing it on the coffee table. It’s quiet in the apartment, the only sound being the shower running in the bathroom and Jungkook whistling to himself. None of the other guys seems to be home at the moment; Jimin and Taehyung are probably both back at campus, showering in the locker rooms and Hoseok must be in the dance studio – as he always is, according to Hyejin at least.

The peaceful silence mixed with the shower running and Jungkook’s harmonic whistling is relaxing in a way as you grab your laptop and sit back on the couch, hesitantly making yourself at home like Jungkook told you to. You dig out the document containing your assignment and start reading it, trying to do a bit of work on it before Jungkook comes back from showering. You’re entirely absorbed in it, so much that you shoot up in surprise when the front door suddenly unlocks.

“Oh,” Taehyung comes to a halt as he appears in the living room, surprised eyes meeting yours from across the room.

“Hi,” you pipe, suddenly feeling like you’re intruding in Taehyung’s home as he glances around the room and then looks at you in suspicion.

“Jungkook left you alone?” He asks instead of greeting you back.

“Yeah,” you reply but then shake your head, “or, well, he’s in the shower so I wouldn’t say he left left me alone, you know?”

Taehyung chuckles and you grimace, feeling like facepalming yourself. You’ve met Taehyung before and talked with him too so this slightly awkward air surrounding you feels sudden and out of place. However, he doesn’t seem to notice or care as he dumps his duffle bag on the floor before plopping down on the couch next to you, sitting just an arm’s length away.

“Why are you studying here? Don’t you guys usually meet up at the library?” He asks, lifting a curious eyebrow as he looks at you.

You nod.

“We do, but Jungkook asked me to meet him at the soccer field and then he said we could go here, so yeah…” you shrug, “that’s why I’m lounging around on your couch as if I’ve been here a million times before.”

“Oh, please, knock yourself out,” Taehyung grins, “you’re welcome any time. I know Jungkook will agree with me on that one.”

Just as the words leave his lips, the bathroom door unlocks and opens. Both of you whip your heads towards it, eyes landing on Jungkook. You startle in surprise, eyes widening and your lips being sucked into your mouth as you quickly look away from him again, cheeks heating up.

Jungkook is not wearing a shirt, or pants for that matter – just a white towel wrapped around his waist and it’s hanging dangerously low on his hips, might you add. Taehyung glances at you before looking back at Jungkook who’s already staring at him. There’s a look on Jungkook’s face you miss but Taehyung reads it right away, knowing fully well that it’s a silent warning that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. You, on the other hand, are just hoping none of them caught onto the way your entire face flushed but Taehyung quickly destroys your hope as he speaks up.

“Dude, put on some clothes, will you?” He tells Jungkook. “Not everyone wants to see you naked.”

Okay, to be fair, you definitely wouldn’t mind it but you would like to be warned beforehand. It would give you a chance to prepare yourself and keep yourself from flushing red as if you’ve never seen a guy naked before. That you have for sure but you haven’t been as attracted to them as you are to this one. And before now it was only you who knew, but now it seems Taehyung knows too and you’re not entirely sure what he will do with this new information.

You risk sneaking a glance at Jungkook as you hear him click his tongue before heading towards his bedroom to retrieve some clothes, most likely. Hopefully. The sight of his naked back has you chewing on your bottom lip while trying to ignore the tiny smirk and teasing look on Taehyung’s face. When Jungkook is out of your line of vision, you glance at Taehyung only to be met with a look, one that tells you that he knows.

He may be an arrogant and flirty jock but he’s incredibly observative as well – obviously aware of the fact that seeing Jungkook practically naked affected you much more than it would someone who sees him as just a friend.

But before you can tell him to keep whatever information he has gotten within the past five minutes to himself, Jungkook reappears, wearing a matching set of a black hoodie and black sweatpants. He carries his anatomy & physiology book and laptop in one hand as he strides towards the couch.

“You ready to learn some more about the human body?” He grins softly.

He knows just how much you hate this assignment with every fiber of your being.

“Yep,” you quickly reply, still slightly shocked from seeing Jungkook’s entire torso in the naked form, now all hidden underneath that big, soft-looking hoodie of his.

“Well,” Taehyung sighs as he gets up from the couch, allowing Jungkook to take the spot – he, however, chooses to sit a bit closer to you than Taehyung did, one arm's length now only half an arm's length. “I’ll let you nerds get to it.”

You and Jungkook both watch as he smirks softly, grabbing his bag off the floor and moving towards his bedroom.

“I’m gonna go do something more fun,” he grins, “like watching paint dry. Have fun, kids!”

He closes his bedroom door after him, leaving you and Jungkook alone. 

“Sorry about that,” Jungkook sighs and turns to look at you, “he tends to be like that and we haven’t figured out what to do with him yet.”

Laughing, you shake your head, “it’s fine, don’t worry about it. He was being nice.”

“Hopefully not too nice,” Jungkook mutters softly as he opens his laptop and book to continue with the assignment. You don’t put much thought into Jungkook’s words as you join him, opening your own book onto the page you last left off at. You’re determined to get this assignment done so you don’t have to think about it anymore or have anymore of these torturous study dates with Jungkook.

This assignment is slowly killing you – and Jungkook can tell.

For the past hour, he has been trying his very best to explain a specific part of chapter 3 on Anatomy & Physiology in sports but nothing makes sense to you and the deadline is coming closer for every minute that ticks by. The stress building up within you is visibly showing on your face as you stare blankly at Jungkook, trying to make sense of every sentence he’s saying. After trying to make you understand a certain academic term for the third time without success, he chuckles softly and closes the book.

“Why don’t we do something else for a bit?” He suggests.

You sigh deeply, “I need to understand this part, Jungkook… otherwise I won’t be able to finish the assignment.” 

“____, if we don’t take a break now, you won’t be able to get it at all.”

The hesitating look you give him causes him to close both of your laptops and push them aside on the dining table. You watch in confusion as he gets up and moves around the table before coming to a halt in front of you. A shot of a tingling, electrifying feeling runs through your body as he carefully grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet. You try your very hardest to ignore the way your stomach flips and how your entire body is set on fire as his hands grasp yours – instead focusing on not developing butterflies in your stomach because of how he tugs you to the couch with a small smile on his face.

“Let’s watch a movie,” he says, “and then we can go back to studying.”

“Fine,” you give in, fighting the smile that’s threatening to spread on your lips.

You get comfortable on your couch and turn on the TV, pulling up your favorite streaming site; Disney+. Jungkook watches in silence as you look through the movies. He’s sitting quietly next to you, relaxed with his feet up on the coffee table and arms behind his head. He can tell you’re struggling to choose a movie, a chuckle leaving him.

“Do you know what you wanna watch?” He asks in amusement.

You shrug, “is a Marvel movie okay?”

This catches Jungkook’s attention as his head turns abruptly to look at you. You meet his eyes, confused as to why he looks at you as if you said something shocking. Maybe you did – if the surprised yet slight smile on Jungkook’s face is something to base it on.  

“What?” You ask him, suddenly feeling very small under his surprised stare.

“You like Marvel?”

The surprised tone of his voice tells you that the shocking thing you said was the word ‘Marvel’ as if he never expected you to like superhero movies. You pull your legs up under you and give him a pointed look, smile threatening to spread on your lips, “are you kidding? Marvel is the best thing ever created.”

The grin that splits across Jungkook’s face as the words leave your mouth brings a warmth to your chest, your heart skipping a beat as the glint in his eyes becomes more evident.

“I didn't peg you to be into superheroes,” he admits with a lopsided grin, “but now that you mention it, I can definitely see it.” 

For some reason, his comment makes you grin. Jungkook squints his eyes at you, “who’s your favorite Avenger though?”

“Wanda, for sure,” you reply instantly, “yours?”

Jungkook smirks as he runs a hand through his hair, a slight redness painting his ears as he reminisces his childhood, “my room back home in Busan used to be filled with Iron Man posters and action figures when I was a kid.”

As Jungkook reveals this endearing fact about himself, you immediately imagine a much younger version of the man next to you – he’s sitting on the floor of his childhood bedroom, walls covered in Iron Man posters, bookcases and shelves filled with action figures rather than books, the bed sheets covered with Marvel comics too. A bedroom of a little fanboy filled with merchandise, comics, action figures and posters mixed with trophies and medals from his soccer tournaments.

The adorable image of Jungkook as a child has you smiling to yourself.

Jungkook is already looking when you look at him again, his head slightly tilted to the side with a small smile on his lips when his dark brown eyes lock with yours.

“How did you end up here in Seoul?” You ask him, changing the subject as the thought suddenly strikes you. “I mean, Busan Uni has a pretty good soccer team too, right?”

“Yeah, they do,” Jungkook agrees, “Seoul has better opportunities though when you wanna pursue soccer on a professional level.”

“Oh, right, that makes sense.”

“What about you? Why did you leave Busan?”

There’s a long pause. You haven’t talked about it since you came to Seoul, simply telling people that you changed for academic reasons. However, as Jungkook looks at you, awaiting your response with calm eyes and a small smile, you want to tell him the real reason for your sudden move.

“I’ve always wanted to leave Busan and go somewhere else. And I just knew that if I didn’t leave now, I would be stuck there for the rest of my life…” a heavy sigh leaves your lips as you continue, “my brother lives abroad and I’ve always admired him for that, but my parents took it pretty hard when he left. After that, I always kinda felt like it was my responsibility to stay close to home, even though I always wanted to leave Busan someday. My parents wanted me to attend college in Busan and eventually get a job in Busan, then buy a house in Busan, and next thing you know I’ll be buried in Busan. And then I won’t get the chance to experience what else there is to life other than my hometown-“

You pause to inhale deeply before sighing again, “but then I ended up finally telling them I wanted to transfer to Seoul Uni. They weren’t very supportive of it though.”

“Oh,” Jungkook mutters, frowning softly, “I’m sorry.”

Smiling, you shake your head as if to tell him it’s okay, “they told me that if I wanted to move to Seoul, I should at least major in medicine because apparently ‘there’s no future in art, ____’, so I agreed to change my major.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at you, “but you’re not majoring in medicine?”

You shake your head again, “nope.”

The realization hits him then, his lips parting as he understands what you’re telling him, “oh, I see.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle softly, “so I’m still an art major but I did enroll in anatomy and physiology to have some sort of proof if they ever ask for it. And that is why you’re helping me study because none of it makes sense to me.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh at that, finding you endearing and so, so cool. The way you chose to follow your heart and major in art despite your parents telling you to study medicine makes you even cooler in his eyes. The idea of you pursuing what you love and not what anyone else thinks is best is inspiring to say the least and Jungkook is positive that there’s no one quite like you. 

“Sorry, that was a lot,” you chuckle sheepishly as his laughter dies down. “I usually don’t talk about it that much.”

Jungkook shakes his head and smiles, “no, don’t apologize, I think it’s really cool how you chose to pursue what you want and not give a damn what everyone else says.”

You smile in response to his words.

“I get it though,” he continues, “I felt the same way – I mean I knew I had to move to Seoul for my future if I wanted to make something of myself, but I want to travel too and see what else the world has to offer.”

“Yeah, me too! My brother lives in Paris and we went there last year for his wedding. It’s so cool there.”

You watch as Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement, “wait, your brother lives in Paris? Some of the best soccer players in the world play for Paris Saint-Germain! I’ve always wanted to go there!”

“You should! They have the most bread I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

Jungkook laughs, “bread?”

“Yes, I had a sandwich that was the size of my head.”

The excited grin that’s spreading across your face has Jungkook laughing. You’re too adorable, getting so hyped over a sandwich you had a year ago and the fact that Paris was filled with bread.

“Sounds like a dream,” he tells you, smirking softly.

You nod excitingly, “it was the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”

After discussing sandwiches, story-telling about how you got drunk at your brother’s wedding, and Jungkook telling you which soccer players that are playing for Paris Saint-Germain, you and Jungkook end up watching the first Marvel movie Disney+ recommended. It’s halfway through the movie you realize just how close you’re sitting to Jungkook, the way his thigh and shoulder is touching yours causing you to inhale deeply before exhaling again, breathing slightly shaky. Jungkook is completely absorbed in the movie, not paying attention to how you try to distance yourself from him before your entire body explodes from the close proximity. Once you manage to move an inch without being too obvious, you relax into the couch and continue to watch the movie.

“You ready to try again?” Jungkook asks once the end credits start to roll over the screen.

You drop your head against the back of the couch, groaning softly, “do I have to?”

Jungkook chuckles as he stands up, “unfortunately, yes. But once you get it, the rest will come to you pretty easily.”

“Fine.”

After thirty minutes and four tries of explaining the workings of a dislocated shoulder to you, Jungkook lets out a defeated sigh as you ask him the same question for the third time; “can’t you just pop it back into place?”

“____, no… it doesn’t work that way,” he groans softly as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “you’re not supposed to pop it back into place, you need to roll it back into place to prevent additional damage.”

“But how?” You whine. “Jungkook, how do you roll a bone?”

“You just… roll it.”

You stare at Jungkook, eyes squinting in confusion and frustration, “how does that even work? It’s not a bowling ball!”

“A bowling ball? Jesus fucking chr- come here, I’ll show you,” he waves you over, “because explaining it to you or drawing it obviously doesn’t work.”

“Well, maybe if someone’s drawing skills were better, it wouldn’t be so hard to understand,” you point out, mumbling it.

Jungkook hears you though and shoots you a soft glare, “I’m an excellent artist, thank you very much.”

You’re pursing your lips to hide your smile as you get up and stand in front of him, wondering how exactly he’s going to show you how to roll your shoulder back into place when your shoulder is perfectly fine. Jungkook pulls out the chair next to him, telling you to sit down. You do as told, yelping in surprise when he tugs the chair closer to himself, practically seating you between his legs.

“Okay, imagine your shoulder fell out of its socket,” Jungkook begins to explain. You nod and hum, glancing at him. He meets your eyes for a split second as he brings his right hand up, grabbing your forearm to hold it in the air. He places his left hand right below your collarbone, his thumb softly digging into the juncture of your shoulder. 

You try your very hardest to ignore the way your skin is tingling under your shirt as his hand rests upon the upper part of your chest, his thumb digging into your flesh and his other hand holding onto your arm. You might be hallucinating but you’re pretty sure his thumb is stroking the skin of your forearm repeatedly as if to caress it. You watch him as he explains it to you, his eyes focused on your shoulder as he starts pointing out different spots that are important to have in mind when you need to relocate a shoulder.

“So you shouldn’t tug or push when you wanna ‘pop’ it back into place. You need to do it by feeling around with your thumb and then slowly roll the arm so the shoulder is carefully rolled back into place,” he says, glancing up at you. His eyes lock with yours, causing you to inhale a soft but sharp breath of air. 

When did he get so close to you?

You feel panic settle in your chest as you catch Jungkook glancing at your lips. Not that you’re any better because you’ve been stealing glances at his lips too while he was talking about different pressure points of the shoulder. You're still living in the unknown of what it would feel like to kiss them.

The urge to kiss him is overwhelming, especially when he’s sitting this close – right next to you, his legs caging the chair you’re sitting on, eyes skimming your face and pausing a second longer on your lips only to drive you crazy because you know you and him will never happen, not when your friend already has feelings for him.

God, why does he have to be so attractive and sweet anyway? It’s ridiculous, really.

Something within the short moment of silence told Jungkook to lean closer because he does and he’s coming closer, eyes shifting between your lips and your eyes to look for any signs that you don’t want him this close. You do want him this close but you shouldn’t though. You want him to lean in all the way and kiss you but you shouldn’t want him to.

When he’s only an inch away from touching your lips with his, his breath fanning across your mouth just as he’s about to close the distance entirely, you turn your head. You feel his lips brush your cheek before he pulls away immediately, an apology leaving his lips in an instant, his hands falling from where they were touching you.

“Sorry,” he mutters as he creates space between you and him, causing your heart to fall to the pit of your stomach.

You can’t help but look at him in surprise, “what are you doing?”

“I don’t know, I just-” Jungkook shrugs, lips parting as he searches his mind for an explanation. His shoulders drop as if giving up and he sighs deeply, “I really like you, ____… And I just had a feeling that maybe you liked me too.”

Jungkook likes you? The Jeon Jungkook likes you and not his fuck buddy, Hyejin? You’re tempted to ask him to repeat himself because it seems unbelievable to you that someone like him would be into someone like you – it’s not that you’re complete opposites or anything, it could make sense but you just figured he’d be more into someone popular and sweet like Hyejin, like himself. 

She is the perfect girl after all.

Uncomfortable silence fills the room as you look at him, teeth digging into your bottom lip in pure nervousness. Jungkook is looking at you with his big, round eyes and they’re full of hope and a hint of desperation. It breaks your heart because you know what you have to do and he won’t like it.

“Jungkook…” You begin and you can tell he already knows what you’re going to say as he closes his eyes momentarily as if to shield himself from your words. “I-I don’t see you that way.”

That has got to be the biggest fattest lie you’ve ever told anyone but Hyejin keeps appearing in your mind, reminding you that she has been fucking him for months now while developing feelings which seems impossible to prevent – he’s incredibly easy to fall for.

“I see,” he nods.

You grimace to disguise the frown on your face, “I’m sorry-”

Jungkook shakes his head and flashes you a smile, one that was supposed to cover up the disappointment he feels but it’s a sad smile and the disappointment is evident on his face.

“No need to apologize,” he says, waving a hand, “I must’ve gotten the wrong idea, I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook, don’t…” You try but cut yourself off as he turns around in his seat to pack up his things. You stay put in your seat right next to him, watching with a deep frown as he stuffs his laptop and books into his backpack before getting up and throwing it over his shoulder.

“I’ll, uh, see myself out,” he tells you and motions to the dining table, “I hope I was able to help with… all that.”

Not a single word leaves your lips as his lips spread into a flat, tight-lipped smile before he turns on his heel and heads for the front door, leaving without hesitation. You’re left sitting  in the middle of your kitchen slash living room, confused and sad because the only guy who has ever made you feel like you're floating likes you too but your conscience gets in the way – you made a promise to yourself to get rid of this useless crush of yours. You need to keep that promise for the sake of your friendship with Hyejin.

Now more than ever.

jungkook [8:23 pm]: hey, wanna meet up tomorrow? we’re still missing the last part of chap 3 :)

The first text Jungkook sent you after being turned down was left unanswered. He wasn’t sure if he should text you at all after what happened but he decided to do it anyway, hoping that you and him could pretend it never happened. So he sent you that text the other night but you still haven’t replied. To be honest, he doesn’t even know if you read it. The only time he’s seen you after he rushed out of your place, his heart bruised and his ego too, was in A&P class yesterday. But you came late and left quickly, so he hasn’t had the chance to ask you in person. But he’s kind of worried. It’s very unlike you to not respond to his texts – whether it's him asking about studying or him sending a random meme late at night when he’s unable to sleep and still running high on adrenaline from being at the gym.

Now he’s sitting on the couch in his living room; all of his roommates have gone to bed already and the entire apartment is quiet, the only sound being the late-night traffic outside and the occasional front door being slammed shut by one of the neighbors. His phone rests on his thigh as he stares at it, the last text he sent you staring back at him, unanswered. Unread. 

Maybe he should just text you again? Just to make sure you’re okay. You didn't seem okay when he saw you in class yesterday. He lets out a defeated sigh as he picks up his phone and starts typing. 

jungkook [11:09 pm]: hey, just making sure you saw my text. everything ok? when do you wanna study again? lmk :)

Another day passes and there’s still no reply from you.

He misses you, misses hanging out with you, studying with you – just being around you. Not hearing from you or seeing you for several days after he’s gotten used to seeing you every other day is affecting him much more than he thought it would. Maybe it’s the way you left things the last time you saw each other. There’s a chance he ruined everything – that you don’t want to be friends with him anymore after he tried to kiss you and confessed. It wasn’t a good moment but a part of Jungkook is hoping that you’ll be able to look past it and still be friends despite the feelings that are rooted within him.

Hope fills him as a text lights up his phone, causing him to grab it right away and holding it up to read the new text. His face falls and shoulders slump when he sees the text isn’t from you but Hyejin instead.

hyejin [7:53 pm]: Hi! Wanna come over?🥰

Normally he would reply to Hyejin right away, saying yes or no, depending on his mood. Usually he’s in the mood for coming over to her place but something is holding him back tonight. He feels torn – should he go to Hyejin’s place despite the feelings he has for you? Maybe he should. It wouldn't hurt anyone, especially not you since you turned him down. As if you even care if he sees Hyejin or not. Besides, it’s not like Jungkook will get anything out of sitting around, staring at his phone while waiting for you to reply. Might as well do something else while he waits. He’ll have to get rid of these unnecessary and unreciprocated feelings eventually anyway.

After texting Hyejin back, telling her he’s on his way, Jungkook grabs his phone and car keys before heading out of the front door. While driving to Hyejin’s place, Jungkook is thinking about the other day, thinking about how you had been so close to letting him kiss you, how you had turned your head in the last second before Jungkook could close the distance between you, how he had bared his feelings to you only for you to turn him down, to tell him you don’t see him that way.

He had been so sure you liked him too and then you rejected him. That has never happened to Jungkook before – not that Jungkook has ever tried to make a move on a girl before like this. Sure, he’s had his fair share of hook-ups here and there, but he has never initiated a kiss without the intention of hooking up. The other day he just wanted to touch your lips with his own, nothing more.

It’s a strange feeling; wanting to be around you all the time, wondering what you’re doing when you’re not with him, wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand. 

He has never felt like this about anyone before.

It has always been hook-ups and flings, nothing serious. Jungkook has never wanted anything serious. Not even with Hyejin – but then you came into the picture, lost and confused on your very first day and Jungkook found himself walking towards you before he could even register it in his mind. At first he was captivated by your beauty, then your voice after hearing it for the first time, and now your personality.

Not that it matters anymore anyway. You don’t see him that way and yet you’re still the only thing on his mind when he rings the doorbell to Hyejin’s sorority house.

“Hi,” Hyejin mouths to Jungkook when she opens the door, her phone to her ear as she flashes him a smile. “Hey, I’ll call you tomorrow, Jungkook just got here. Alright, see you!”

Jungkook pays no attention to Hyejin’s phone call as he slips inside, greeting her with a low ‘hey’. It’s all routine as he follows her to her room, takes off his jacket only to dump it on the chair by her desk and slips off his shoes, leaving them by the chair as well. Hyejin joins him on her bed as he plops down onto it, staring at the ceiling and letting out a heavy sigh.

“You okay?” Hyejin asks, supporting her head with her hand to look at him.

“Yeah, just tired… ” he breathes, mind still occupied with thoughts of you and why you haven’t answered his messages since he last saw you. You usually reply within an hour or so. Maybe you’re going through some stuff that has caused you to distance yourself from everyone. He wonders if Hyejin has heard from you. Surely, you wouldn’t ignore only Jungkook, right? 

“Have you heard from ____ lately?” He can’t help but ask, curiosity getting the best of him.

“Yeah, that’s who I was talking to on the phone when you got here. Why?”

So you’re ignoring just Jungkook. That’s cool.

“Kookie,” Hyejin coos as he frowns, “if you’re not up for it tonight, we can just watch a movie or something.”

Jungkook instantly shakes his head as he sits up and runs a hand through his dark hair, his tone slightly harder than intended as he responds; “I didn’t come here to watch a movie, Hyejin.”

“Then what did you come here for?”

Hyejin slides into his lap, her arms sliding up his chest to his shoulders and further into his hair. He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, head falling back. Hyejin sees an opportunity to plant open-mouthed kisses on his neck, leaning in and placing her lips against his skin.

“Sex,” Jungkook grumbles, letting himself be pushed to lay down on the bed as he welcomes her touch reluctantly, “just sex.”

How you’ve managed to avoid Jungkook for days now is unbeknownst to you, especially because you’ve gotten used to seeing him every other day. The only time you’ve seen him was in A&P class two days ago but even then you made sure to get there right before it started, so that you wouldn’t end up sitting next to him. You felt his eyes on you the entire time you walked from the door and to the first empty seat you could find. Throughout the class, you didn’t dare look in his direction because the mere thought of facing him after the other day is just heartbreaking and embarrassing to say the least. You can’t forget the pained expression on his face when you rejected him, when you lied to his face and told him you don’t see him in any other way but platonically.

But then you were on the phone with Hyejin a few days ago, speechless and greatly confused when she said she had to go because Jungkook was there. After the phone call ended, you stared at your phone for a solid minute as the disappointment and bitterness grew within you.

Why would Jungkook confess his feelings for you and then go see Hyejin not even a week later?

It doesn’t make sense to you. 

You hate the fact, despite knowing for months now that he and Hyejin have been seeing each other, that he went to see her after baring his feelings. In all honesty, you feel disgusted and nauseous at the idea of him with someone else. What exactly was the purpose when he opened up to you? Why would he try to kiss you when he’s still involved with Hyejin?

All these questions are filling your head, screaming at you and causing your mood to turn sour as you arrive at the frat party that’s taking place tonight. Hyejin told you to meet her here after you told her you had some stuff to do before being able to go. As always, the music is blaring through the speakers, people filling the rooms – chatting, dancing, making out. You squeeze through a group of people before you spot Hyejin and the rest of the friend group. You’re about to approach them but the sight that catches your attention has you halting in your steps.

There he is.

Seated on the couch, Hyejin in his lap with one of her arms around his shoulders. Your eyes follow his arms, taking notice of how one of his hands is resting on her thigh, the other arm around her waist. They’re both watching Hoseok as he stands in the middle of the circle, goofing around as always. Laughter spreads between all of them, Jungkook’s eyes squinting together and nose scrunching up like it usually does when he laughs. Hyejin is laughing too, her hand now caressing the back of his neck. Jungkook doesn’t seem fazed by it, in fact he seems pretty relaxed as he sits there.

They look like the perfect couple, you think to yourself, the popular, sorority president and the star of the soccer team.

But as you take in the image of them, you can’t help the way anger boils within your chest along with the pain of seeing the guy you have feelings for all cuddled up on the couch with your friend. You were sad before coming here, sad that you had to hurt Jungkook the way that you did when he had opened up to you, guilty because you avoided and ignored him, angry at yourself for making him feel so rejected after trying to kiss you. But all you feel now is anger – anger, bitterness, nausea and jealousy because not only is he cuddled up with her on the couch but he also went to see her last night as if nothing happened at your place just a few days before.

So instead of approaching the group, you turn on your heel, about to walk away but you freeze in your steps as Hyejin calls your name.

“____! Hey!”

Inhaling deeply, you plaster on the fakest smile you can muster before turning to face her, to face all of them. You smile at everyone, greeting them. A pair of eyes are boring into the side of your face but you choose not to look at him. You’re not sure what you will do if you lock eyes with him.

“Hey, you came,” his voice reaches you anyway. There’s a soft and excited yet nervous smile on his face when your eyes flicker to meet his. Your heart skips a beat before it sinks to the pit of your stomach. You hate being so angry with him, so jealous, but you can’t control it as a deep frown takes over your features. And before Jungkook or Hyejin can say more, you’re turning your back to them again.

“That was weird,” you hear Hyejin say to the others just as you head to the kitchen.

Jungkook watches you walk away, a frown much like yours on his face. His eyebrows are knitted together in confusion as he wonders what the hell just happened. As you disappear into the kitchen, he lets out a sigh and relaxes into the couch, convincing himself that you’re just getting yourself a drink before coming back again. But as five minutes pass and you still haven’t returned to the group, Jungkook nudges Hyejin off his lap. He ignores the confused look she gives him as he gets up from the couch and heads towards the kitchen. The frown and slightly pained expression on your face is stuck on his mind. 

When Jungkook enters the kitchen, he spots you by the counter island, talking to Taehyung of all people. Ignoring the tension appearing in his chest as he notices the bright smile on your face and Taehyung's as well, he makes his way to you. When Taehyung notices Jungkook over your shoulder, Jungkook greets him with a nod before coming to a stop next to you.

“Hey,” he softly butts in, focusing his eyes on you, “can I talk to you for a second?”

“I’m in the middle of something,” you tell him, voice cold as you glance at him, looking at him with disinterest causing his stomach to drop.

“Please?”

Taehyung clicks his tongue, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, “I’ll go see if the others need a refill or something.”

He pats Jungkook’s shoulder a few times as if to say ‘good luck’ before leaving, heading back into the living room of the frat house. Jungkook watches his friend walk away, sighing as he turns to face you again. Before Jungkook can open his mouth to utter a single word, you’re turning your back to him and leaving the kitchen in the same direction you entered.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks as he follows you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

Jungkook continues to follow as you keep walking, heading for nothing in particular other than trying to get away from Jungkook. Just the mere sound of his voice reminds you of how he went to see Hyejin last night despite claiming to have feelings for you. You can’t get the mental image of them together – him caressing her, fucking her, kissing her – out of your head, causing you to walk faster. But Jungkook keeps up with you.

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“I’m not acting like anything,” you shrug, “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jungkook scoffs softly, “Come on, ____, I can clearly see something is bothering you. What is it?”

“Why don’t you just go back to Hyejin?” You tell him as you glance at him over your shoulder. You yelp softly as Jungkook grabs your wrist, abruptly turning you to face him, your eyes meeting confused and frustrated, dark brown ones.

“What are you talking about?”

You pull your wrist from his hand, crossing your arms over your chest, shrugging, “I just find it interesting that you confessed to me and tried to kiss me and yet you’re still with Hyejin. Like why would you tell me you like me and then go see her the same week?”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyebrows are pulled together on his forehead, confusion etched on his face, “You know I have nothing going on with her.”

“Oh, is that why you’re fucking?”

The words leave your lips so fast as if the question has been on the tip of your tongue for days. Jungkook blinks at you in surprise, not expecting that. However, his face soon twists into one akin to frustration. Why does it matter anyway, Jungkook thinks to himself. You don’t feel the same so what does it matter that he’s seeing Hyejin after being rejected by you? What exactly did you expect him to do? Swear off sex and other girls until you might realize you like him too?

“Why do you even care? You told me-”

Jungkook pauses as he realizes you’re standing in the middle of a crowded hallway. People are starting to look, starting to pay attention to the conversation between the two of you. Moving instinctively, he grabs your hand and pulls you through the nearest door, closing and locking it after him. It’s a storage closet and when he turns to face you, his breath hitches as he notices how tight it is in here and just how close you’re standing to each other.

“You told me you don’t like me,” he continues calmly, yet a hint of frustration in his voice. 

“I don’t,” you tell him sharply, your tone defensive.

“Then why do you care?”

“I don’t!” You hiss.

Jungkook can’t help but shoot you a look, one that tells you that he doesn’t believe you one bit.

“I’m not stupid, ____,” he chuckles, no humor in it. “Apparently you do because you keep avoiding me!”

“Just because I’m avoiding you, doesn’t mean something’s wrong,” you tell him, “the world doesn’t revolve around you, Jungkook.”

“So you are avoiding me?”

Silence fills the small space of the closet, realization flashing across your face as you avoid Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook watches you nibble on your bottom lip, sighing as he gives up.

“Is this about the kiss?” He asks, voice softer this time around as worry fills him. The stress of the whole situation hits him all at once. He really managed to ruin everything because he gave into his urge to kiss you, “I already said I was sorry. I would take it back if I could… Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“You didn’t.”

The sudden soft sound of your voice causes Jungkook to shut up, searching for your eyes in the darkness of the closet. He can feel the warmth radiating off your body due to the close proximity. If he were to lift his hands, they would brush against you. Just the mere thought of touching you has his heart beating faster.

“What?” He mutters.

“Nevermind,” you wave a dismissive hand, “just forget it.”

Jungkook instantly shakes his head, “no, just… Talk to me. Please.”

“I can’t, Jungkook!”

Jungkook stares at you in disbelief; frustrated and stressed, dejected and regretful because now you won’t even talk to him. He shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. He shouldn’t have crossed that line with you. What you had before should’ve been enough for him. Yet he still wants you to tell him what’s going on, to say what’s bothering you, to tell him what he can do to make things okay again. But instead of asking calmly, the fear of losing you entirely takes over, causing his voice to raise just a tad bit.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I just-“ You let out a frustrated groan, “I just can’t, okay?”

“Why not?!” Jungkook’s patience is running thin at this point, dissolving the more you refuse to tell him what’s wrong.

“Because!”

“Because why?!”

Panic rises in you, the answer to all of Jungkook’s questions lying on the tip of your tongue. But you know you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud, to tell him what the real issue is. Instead all you can focus on is his lips, pink and pretty, so close to yours and inviting as ever as they’re slightly parted. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths of frustration, his breath is brushing against you and god, you want to kiss him so bad.

So you do.

Before Jungkook can prepare himself for what happens next, you’re grabbing him by the nape of his neck to slam your mouth against his. Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as you kiss him; passionately, desperately. Every emotion you’ve felt for him ever since meeting him the first day is poured into this moment, the words you can’t bring yourself to say being said through a kiss.

It’s as if relief rushes through your body as you finally get to feel his lips on yours. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since it almost happened less than a week ago.

Jungkook feels his entire body fill with heat as your lips connect with his, his knees going weak and if he didn’t know any better, he would think his body could melt into a pool of goo at your feet. He immediately cups your face with his hand, kissing you back. As your fingertips dig into the back of his neck, he slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer, head tilting to deepen the kiss. A moan escapes your lips as he devours your mouth with his own, leaning against you until your back hits the wall of the tiny closet. 

Both of you are breathing heavily, fingers digging into each other’s flesh as tongues meet. Jungkook groans softly into your mouth as your hand slides from his neck and further up into his hair, fingers curling themselves in the black strands of softness. His arm around your waist tightens as he catches the whimper that escapes from your lips. He swallows it and continues kissing you like his life depended on it, fingertips digging into your skin through your dress.

Kissing you is a dream coming true for Jungkook – it’s everything he ever could’ve imagined and more. The soft feeling of your lips, the small sounds you make when his body is pressed against yours, the way you hold onto him to pull him in close. It’s all too much yet it’s not enough. Jungkook wishes to kiss you non-stop, to have you this close at all times. As his hand travels from your waist and up the expanse of your back, he wonders what it’s like to know every dip and curve of your body, what it’s like to know about the spots that will have you shuddering under his touch, what it’s like to run his lips over every part of your body and watch you squirm until you’re pleading him to kiss you till you can’t breathe. He lets his fingertips dig into your shoulder blade before sliding back down again, settling lower than before.

Your mouths can’t stop, won’t stop. Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh as he lets himself relax entirely against you, his hand moving from cupping your face to sliding into your hair, thumb staying on your cheek to caress the skin there. A whimpering, slightly pleading moan leaves you, going straight to Jungkook’s–

Jungkook’s heart stops in his chest as something, or someone, thumps against the door, causing you to pull away, eyes widened in shock and hands pressing against Jungkook’s chest as if to create distance between him and you. Jungkook stares back at you, not sure what to say or do with himself as he watches you drop your head into your hands, inaudible mumbling coming from you. Although he’s pretty sure he hears the word ‘no’ repeatedly.

“Um… are you-” Jungkook softly tries, voice croaked as he speaks the first words after the best kiss of his life. To be honest, he can’t believe what just happened, his mind currently in a complete daze.

“I need to go.”

You cut him off as you try to push past him, reaching for the lock on the door. You can’t ignore how your hands are slightly shaking and how your heart is beating so hard it might leave your ribcage in a minute. Your chest is tightening, making it difficult for you to breathe in this tiny storage closet. God, that was the best fucking kiss of your life – mind-blowing even and you’re convinced nothing compares to what you and Jungkook just shared. You’re no stranger to making out and you know for sure that you’ve never in your life experienced anything like this before.

Your mind is hazy, dazed as you struggle to unlock the door, fumbling with the lock and handle. It won’t budge and Jungkook’s presence is only making it worse. You can feel the heat radiating off him, engulfing you entirely and slowly pulling you back in to feel his body against yours again–

Why won’t this fucking door open?

Jungkook’s mind hasn’t caught up yet, his thoughts a jumbled mess and intoxicated by you and your lips. But as you let out a frustrated groan while trying to get the door open, he reconnects with reality, eyes widening when he realizes you’re trying to leave the closet. Panic settles in, his entire body moving on its own as he presses a hand against the door, keeping it closed just as you finally manage to unlock it.

“Don’t leave.”

The words escape his kiss-swollen lips in a pleading tone, voice soft in the quietness of the closet. He watches as you drop your forehead against the door, a heavy sigh leaving you. He hopes you won’t leave, he hopes with every fiber of his being that you will stay just long enough to tell him what the hell is going on, what the hell that kiss was all about and why you’re trying to leave so diligently. He doesn’t want you to leave again only to avoid and ignore him. Again. He missed you so much these past days of not seeing or hearing from you. Having you ignoring and avoiding him all over again would be torture to say the least. Especially after what just happened.

“Jungkook… I can’t-” you mutter softly, not looking at him at all. “I can’t do this.”

“Don’t push me away again. Please.”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook is reluctant to remove his hand from the door but when you tug at it, he sighs in defeat and lets his hand fall, allowing you to open it more. Before he can ask you to stay once again, you’re slipping out of the closet and leaving him by himself, confused and frustrated yet high on the feeling of your lips, longing for even more.

Anger, frustration, confusion… longing.

These are all emotions Jungkook feels as he gets ready for the soccer game taking place tonight. He’s trying his hardest to get into his usual mindset before the game but tonight it seems impossible. The rest of the team around him are sneaking glances at him here and there as if to see if he’s made any progress since he put on his headphones and closed off from the sounds around him. They’re worried for their star player, no doubt about it. Tonight’s game is important – there’s a scout from FC Seoul who’s had her eyes on Jungkook for a while at this point, watching their last couple of games. Never once has she talked to Jungkook but she will after tonight’s game if his coach ends up being right.

However, the only thing on Jungkook’s mind is not the scout from FC Seoul nor is it the game that he’s about to play. No, it’s you and you only. You’ve been on his mind since you left him alone in the storage closet, leaving in such a rush that it didn’t occur to him what had happened until he was lying in his bed an hour later.

It had dawned on him then; how you had been so determined to not tell him what was wrong, how you had kissed him like you couldn’t tell him in any other way. But the minute Hyejin’s name left your lips, Jungkook knew. Something about him and Hyejin is bothering you, he just doesn’t know what or why. Yes he hooks up with her on occasion, but he already told you – twice – that he has nothing going on with her, that she’s nothing but a friend. However, something about the settlement he has with Hyejin is holding you back from telling Jungkook what the actual issue is.

“Alright, boys, listen up,” the coach enters the locker room, clipboard in hand as he glances around the room. Jungkook sits down on one of the benches, nodding in greeting to his coach. Just for a moment, he tries to put you to the back of his mind so he can hear whatever the coach has to say.

“Tonight’s game is important,” the coach starts, “not only for the team but for some of you individually as well. The scout from FC Seoul is here tonight and she’s expecting to see some talent so do your best out there, follow Park’s lead, and let’s win this one, alright?”

A round of roaring sounds throughout the locker room as the coach finishes, giving the floor to Jimin. Jungkook listens with half an ear as Jimin gives instructions on how he’d like the play to be tonight and where he wants certain players. Once he’s done, everyone gathers the stuff they need and heads out to the field to warm up before kickoff. Just as Jungkook has grabbed his stuff and is about to head out of the locker room alongside the others, Jimin calls his name. Jungkook turns to face his roommate slash team captain only to be met by a concerned look.

“You okay?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook shrugs and nods shortly, “yeah, why?”

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, “you don’t seem like yourself tonight – is it ____?”

“It’s not important…“

“What happened at the party last night?” Jimin presses.

A frustrated sigh leaves Jungkook at the thought of you. He has been asking himself that question since you left him high and dry, confused to say the least, in a dark storage closet with only the lingering feeling of your kiss on his lips. Something definitely happened but what it was, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he felt something deeply within himself when you kissed him, something he can’t shake and it’s been haunting him since.

“Can we not talk about this right now?” Jungkook sharply says, looking at Jimin, “I just wanna focus on the game.”

His roommate eyes him for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh, nodding.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jungkook silently nods in return before turning his back to his roommate, heading out of the locker room and to the field. When he reaches the soccer field, the sound of people talking and cheering for the school’s team fills his ears. The feeling it usually brings him is non-existing tonight as he glances towards the bleachers. All sorts of feelings fill his entire body instead as he almost instantly spots you and Hyejin taking your seats. The sight of you causes a rush to run through his body, heart beating harder in his chest. It’s as if he can feel your lips on his again as he watches you and Hyejin talk. 

However, the sight of you with Hyejin has the frustration and anger boiling within him. He can’t help but blame her for everything that happened last night – the way you had been so angry with him, the way you told him to go back to Hyejin with disgust laced in your voice, how you had denied telling him what was going on but eventually kissed him instead as if that’d make it better. If anything, it made everything worse. Now Jungkook wants to kiss you all the time and you won’t let him, all because of Hyejin.

“Jungkook seemed so nervous when I met him earlier,” Hyejin pouts softly as the two of you sit down on the bleachers, arriving about 15 minutes before kickoff. 

“Oh, yeah?” You quietly mutter as you get settled next to her, eyes skimming the field to spot the person of topic while you try to ignore the fact that Hyejin saw him earlier today.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him, the sight of him making you excited yet it’s bittersweet as well. Your eyes settle on him as he dribbles around the field while warming up. He seems focused on the game, in his own world of thoughts as he warms up, dribbling the ball, stretching and doing pushups to get his blood pumping throughout his entire body. You glance around, noticing that the seats are filled tonight. This game is rather important if they want to keep their number one spot in their league. And it seems everyone knows just how important it is as a lot of people have come here tonight to support the school’s team, to see if they’re going to keep their spot.

Hyejin nods, “yeah, I think tonight’s game has him pretty stressed – he left the party really early last night too… looked pretty bummed, to be honest. He usually stays for a while even if they have a game the next day.”

“Oh…” You frown softly.

You had figured Jungkook would’ve stayed to hang out with the others despite what happened in the storage closet. You didn’t see him leave the closet after you as you had left the party in a hurry, going back home before Hyejin or anyone else could talk you into staying for longer. You had texted her when you got home that you didn’t feel well which she seemed to believe.

After everything that happened with Jungkook, you weren’t really in the mood for a party. And it seems he wasn’t either, apparently.

The blow of the referee’s whistle pulls you from your thoughts as the game kicks off. You let out a deep breath, focusing on the game happening to distract you from the thought of the kiss you shared with Jungkook. Thinking about it makes your heart tighten and your gut fill with guilt as Hyejin sits right next to you. She’s probably still unaware of the fact that her fuck buddy, whom she likes, was kissing someone else inside a tiny storage closet while she was in the next room.

She would probably think you’re the worst friend in the world and you hate that she’d be right.

The visiting team has the ball for a long time before Jungkook manages to steal it from them. However, when he was supposed to pass it on to one of his teammates, he chose to run with the ball himself instead. He reaches the penalty area, kicking the ball with full force towards the goal only to watch the goalkeeper block it with ease. You can tell he swears rather loudly as he covers his face with his hands in frustration, running them through his hair before dropping them back to his sides, moving back to his position on the field.

“Jeon, pass it to Mingyu next time!” The coach shouts, visibly irritated by Jungkook’s choice, only receiving a thumbs up in return from the star player.

He is not playing on his usual level tonight. You and many others can tell. You hear people around you comment on it, a guy next to you’s words reaching your ear, “Jeon’s gonna end up benched if he doesn’t get his shit together.”

The guy’s friend nods in agreement when you glance their way, “yeah, he’s gonna cause them to lose the game with stupid moves like that!”

Their comments have you on the edge of your seat, hands tightly intertwined in front of your lips as you return your focus to the game. You know how important this game is to Jungkook, he’s been talking about it for weeks during your study dates, explaining what it could mean for his future once he graduates college. This fact alone must have him on the edge.

“Come on, Jungkook,” you mumble softly behind your hands, hoping he’ll get back to his usual level of talent. Despite how frustrated you are with him, you don’t want him to lose the opportunity to play for one of the best professional teams in the country.

However, the visiting team eventually scores a goal before half time, making it 1-0. You watch as Jungkook and his team gather around the coach to get instructions for the second half of the game. Jimin and the coach both give instructions, both seeming rather irritated by the scoreboard. Jungkook receives an encouraging pat on the back from Taehyung as they get back on the field to play the second half. But Jungkook never manages to pull himself back up. He makes one bad choice after another and it affects the rest of the team when their star player doesn’t play like he usually does. 

Jimin is doing his best to pick Jungkook up; encouraging him to keep going, telling him it’s alright when he finally manages to find a free spot near the goal to receive the ball but ends up missing the goal when he kicks it. People around you let out a sound of disappointment and all you can do is frown as you watch Jungkook lay down flat on the grass, hands covering his face once again. Your frown only grows deeper when Jungkook punches the ground harshly before getting back up on his feet, moving back into position once again.

When the referee blows his whistle to signal the end of the game half an hour later, you feel a strong urge to leave the bleachers and run onto the field to find Jungkook, to console him, to tell him it’s okay, that them losing the game tonight wasn’t his fault. But as Hyejin gets up from her seat, a concerned look on her face, you feel your stomach drop.

“I'll go check on him,” she tells you, already moving down towards the field.

Realization hits you then and you can’t help but let out a defeated sigh as you get up from your own seat. You don’t even check to see if Hyejin ever found Jungkook on the field as you follow a large group of people, leaving the bleachers to go home. It’s not your place to comfort Jungkook after a game like this, it never was. If anyone should comfort him, it should be Hyejin.

However, as Jungkook makes his way towards the locker rooms after the end of the game, he sees you leaving without sparing him a greeting nor a glance for that matter. Last night he was frustrated and sad because of how you had left him in the storage closet. Although, today? He’s pissed. You have absolutely no right to kiss him like that and then disappear as if it was nothing. You have absolutely no right to go back to ignoring him after showing him that you actually care.

His teammates are cautious around him as they all get in the shower. No one is saying much after a game like this. There isn't much to say and they usually don’t talk about it until they show up at practice the following week. However, tonight is different. Jungkook is quieter than he usually is after losing a game – he minds his own business, gets in the shower, washes off the disappointment he feels from his lack of effort on the field tonight. Although it’s not the lost game that’s taking the biggest toll on his mood. No, it’s you and the fact that you didn’t even consider talking to him after losing such an important game. You know how important this game was and yet you rushed out of there, not even sparing him a glance as if he’s nobody to you.

He needs to talk to you tonight or else he’ll lose his mind.

Jimin and Taehyung barely get to question him about where he’s headed in such a rush before he’s dressed in the team’s sponsored tracksuit and out of the door again, heading towards the exit of the gym building. The anger Jungkook feels is a mix between the mess he’s gotten himself into with you and the after effects of losing the game tonight. It can only be dealt with for so long before he needs to get it out of his system. And Jungkook swears he doesn’t mean to aim all his anger at Hyejin as she appears in front of him as soon as he exits the locker room.

Although it is easier said than done.

“Hey,” she greets him, her voice a cooing tone, “you okay?”

“Not really, no,” he quickly mumbles as he tries to move past her, desperate to get out of there and go see you.

Hyejin stops him by putting a hand on his chest. “Let’s go back to your place then,” she leans in closer with a purr, “I’ll make you feel better.”

It's when she opens her arms, about to wrap them around his neck in a hug, that Jungkook finds himself saying no to her for the first time in a while. It’s all because of whatever he has with her that you’re keeping your distance, no matter how many times Jungkook tells you he likes you.

“No, stop,” he warns her as he holds a hand up in front of him before she can embrace him, hard eyes staring at her. “We’re done, Hyejin.”

Hyejin blinks at Jungkook, his cold tone and sharp words catching her off guard, a slightly offended expression taking over her features. “What are you talking about?”

“This- Us!” Jungkook gestures between himself and the girl in front of him. “We’re done, okay?”

The frown that takes over her face doesn’t faze Jungkook much but he still feels bad for ending it like this. However, he can’t be bothered to care right now. His day has been shitty enough as it is and losing the game definitely didn’t help. And you left before he had the chance to catch you – to say he’s distraught and not at all in the right mind to care about anyone or anything – not even the scout that was supposed to come watch him tonight – but the situation between you and him is an understatement.

He just wants to see you, talk to you – not Hyejin, you.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook tells Hyejin before he moves around her and heads towards his car.

You’ve barely made it home and onto the couch when there’s banging on your front door. Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you get up from your couch, moving towards the door. The person on the other side bangs on it once again, impatient for you to answer it. The pair of dark brown eyes that meet yours when you open the door are intense, filled with emotions that speak volumes. It seems like he came straight here after hitting the showers in the locker room. He’s wearing the team’s tracksuit, his dark hair a damp mess on top of his head.

“What are you doing here?” You ask instead of greeting him, shocked to see him here instead of with Hyejin.

“I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on,” Jungkook demands as he slips past you into your home. 

You sigh and close the door after him before turning to face him, “what do you mean?”

“Cut the shit, ____,” he tells you, voice on the edge of snapping at you, “you know exactly what I mean.”

Jungkook feels himself run out of patience as he stares at you, waiting for an explanation. He doesn’t want to raise his voice but he will if you pretend to not know what he means one more time. When you don’t respond, he continues; “You ignored me and then you wouldn’t tell me why! Then you kissed me? And now you’re back to ignoring me again! So you’re gonna tell me why and I’m not leaving until you do.”

“What do you want me to say, huh?” You stare at him with a lost expression, silently asking him to tell you what he wants to hear. “What difference does it make if I tell you or not? You’re with Hyejin, Jungkook! What would she think if she knew you were here right now?”

“Fuck what Hyejin thinks,” he scoffs, “I’m not with her, I don’t even like her like that- I like you!”

“Jungkook…”

He instantly shakes his head as he steps closer, “no, don’t fucking Jungkook me, alright? I won’t let you push me away anymore just because you’re worried about what Hyejin will say.”

“She has feelings for you! All she ever fucking talks about is you!” The volume of your voice is raised just a tad bit as you begin to lose your patience just like Jungkook. “It doesn’t matter how much I want to because I can't do that to her, I can't be with you… it would break her.”

Jungkook’s face twists in confusion, “what are you talking about? It’s not like that between us, we’re just friends.”

You shoot him a deadpan look, dropping your hands to your sides, “how can you be so smart yet so dumb?”

“We talked about it!” He defends. “She agreed on being just friends-”

“Just because she agreed to it, doesn’t mean she didn’t catch feelings for you anyway.”

Jungkook lets out a soft scoff.

“How are her feelings your problem though? Please tell me because I really don’t see how that works.”

You watch as he crosses his arms over his chest, raising one eyebrow at you as if to encourage you. You wouldn’t expect him to understand how the girl code works. You doubt guys have the same kind of unspoken rules for their friendships.

Shrugging, you copy him and cross your arms over your chest, “because we’re friends and I care about her.”

“And then what?” Jungkook presses, “you expect me to go on with my life, date her because she is in love with me? Despite me being in love with-”

“Don’t,” you warn him, holding up a finger, “please don’t finish that sentence.”

“Why?”

Jungkook’s eyes are boring into yours, watching as your face twists into a pained expression, one that hurts him but he won’t accept it anymore. All the pain could be avoided right now if you’d just let the goodness of your heart be overshadowed by a little bit of selfishness for once.

“You know why.”

“Yeah… But I don’t care,” he softly says, moving closer and stopping right in front of you. You close your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh as he reaches up and carefully removes a strand of hair from your face, putting it behind your ear.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes scan your face, taking in every detail as his fingertips run down the side of your face to your jaw.

“What I should’ve done the first time around.”

You feel excitement run through your body, reaching your toes and fingertips, as he cups your face and tilts it up. You barely get to register what’s happening before he’s connecting his mouth with yours in a deep, heart-stopping kiss. A kiss that is way different than the one you shared last night at the party. This kiss holds pent up lust after the small taste you both got last night and love, so much love that it’s almost suffocating.

Jungkook feels relief flooding through his body as you melt against him, giving in and kissing him back. Your hands tightly grip onto his tracksuit jacket, pulling him closer. When his body is flush against yours, you slide your arms around his neck and hold onto him tight as you let yourself be picked up and carried to the couch. Jungkook’s lips never leave yours as he sits down, keeping you in his lap. His hands slide up and down the length of your thighs as you’re straddling him, sliding over your hips and further up to rest on either side of your waist. Your chest is pressed against his as he brings a hand up, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing over yours, warm and wet and just like you remember from last night.

As he pulls away, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you had been holding all this time. He leans back a bit, just enough to look you in the eye. His pointer finger and thumb cup your chin, his thumb softly caressing the skin there.

“I love you,” he tells you, voice soft in the quiet atmosphere of your living room. “And I know you have feelings for me too.

Your eyes shift between his slightly desperate, pleading ones as you think about his words. Silence surrounds the two of you as you slide your hands up his chest and all the way up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over the skin of his cheeks. Jungkook watches as a small smile spreads across your lips, the sound of soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“I really do,” you admit, feeling lighter as the words flow into the air. “I love you too.”

Jungkook lets out a relieved sigh, eyes momentarily closing as if to reel in the moment, not sure if he heard you correctly. This moment feels surreal as you finally tell him how you feel, no excuses or denial this time. A frown replaces your smile as you watch him and realize just how badly your actions had affected him.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to admit it.”

He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss your lips again softly, “doesn’t matter, right now matters.”

Your smile reappears at his words as you pull him back in, kissing him even harder this time, arms snaking around his neck once again as you press your entire body against his, desperately wanting to feel all of him. A soft, breathy moan slips from his mouth as you deepen the kiss, your hips rolling slowly against him, causing his fingertips to dig into your waist.Goosebumps rise upon your skin as you feel his hands slip underneath your t-shirt, the skin of his fingers touching your warm skin.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as Jungkook lets go of your lips to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Your heart is beating hard in your chest as you feel his lips on you, the wetness from his kisses leaving your skin glistening in his wake.

“Been wanting to have you like this for so long,” he whispers against your neck, sliding his hands further under your shirt and bringing the shirt up. You lift your arms, allowing him to pull it over your head and dropping it to the floor. Your mouth connects with his in a short yet hungry kiss, his words brushing your lips as he speaks again; “wondered what it would feel like to kiss every part of your body.”

“Me too,” you admit breathlessly, reaching for the zipper of his tracksuit jacket as his hands slide up your now half-naked torso. You unzip it and push it off his shoulders, your lips continuously meeting his in soft yet desperate kisses.

You roll your hips once again, feeling the bulge in his pants against your core, causing both of you to gasp softly in pleasure. 

“Want you…” you whisper, continuing to roll your hips against him, making him harder and harder by the second. Jungkook grunts softly against your mouth as he moves you to lay down on the couch, placing himself between your legs and hovering over you. “Please, Kook-“

“Fuck,” he breathes, the nickname going straight to his heart as he grinds against you, his tracksuit pants doing very little to disguise the hard bulge in them. You feel him prominently through your jeans, a soft moan leaving you. Jungkook sits up on his knees between your legs, hands reaching for the button and zipper of your jeans. You watch with a dazed smile as he unbuttons and unzips your jeans before pulling them off. A throaty groan sounds from him as his eyes zoom in on your panties; black and lacy – probably the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

“So beautiful,” he gushes as you pull him back down to kiss his lips, having a feeling that you’ll never get enough of them. They’re so soft and addictive – a dangerous combination.

A pleading whine travels from your mouth and into his as he lets a hand slip inside of your panties, the tip of his middle finger slipping between your folds, collecting some of your wetness only to bring it to your clit. You gasp in surprise, whimpering softly as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts adding pressure to your most sensitive part.

“Kook,” you whine, fingers tangled into his hair, “please…”

“Shit, ____… you’re so wet already.”

His words have you mewling softly as you nod, hands gripping the hem of his t-shirt and tugging, wanting it off. Jungkook smiles softly, kissing the corner of your mouth ever so softly as he slips one finger into you, sinking it in deeply. Your grip tightens around the fabric of his shirt, a low ‘oh my god’ slipping from your parted lips. Jungkook loves every sound you make, seeking more as he adds another finger and starts moving them in and out to get you even wetter and stretched.

“Oh…” you moan, “that feels so good-“

Jungkook covers your mouth with his in a hungry, eager kiss. His tongue brushes yours as he deepens the kiss, taking your breath away. He wants to fuck you so bad, make love to you, show you how much he adores you and every part of you. He wants to devour you, have you in the most intimate way possible – physically and emotionally. He wants it all with you and it’s an unfamiliar feeling but he could definitely get used to it.

You whine softly when Jungkook removes his fingers from you, sitting up on his knees again to get rid of his t-shirt. Your eyes roam his entire naked torso as he undoes the tied strings of his tracksuit pants; his toned chest has your entire body heating up, muscles contradicting under his tanned skin as he undresses. Soon enough he’s standing in front of you, entirely naked and your mouth is watering at the sight of him. His muscular thighs and small waist, his hard and veiny cock looking painful as he wraps a hand around it, pumping himself, a hiss leaving his lips.

Jungkook notices the way you spread your legs a tad bit more as if to invite him in, urging him to come closer and settle in the heat of your core. He hovers over you, the leaking tip of his cock brushing your inner thigh as he kisses you, slowly and deeply.

“Condom?” He asks between kisses, hands sliding up the side of your body. You’re moaning softly against his mouth as he cups your bra-clad breast, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m on the pill…” you breathlessly tell him as his lips move to kiss your cheek and jaw, “-and I’m clean.”

Jungkook meets your mouth again, “me too.”

He hasn’t ever fucked anyone without a condom and you being the first one would be perfect. Just the mere thought of fucking you raw, being deeply buried within your heat and feeling it all without a barrier, has his cock twitching. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He throws them over his shoulder and smirks softly up at you, causing you to grin at him. He leaves a chaste kiss against your rib cage before coming back up. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his lips.

“You okay?”

You nod, still smiling, “yeah, just want you…”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach as he presses his lips against yours. His hand reaches between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance. You gasp softly into the kiss as you feel his tip prod at your opening, excitement rushing through you, causing your heart to skip a beat. Both of your jaws fall open, moans leaving you in unison when he pushes inside, sinking into your warmth.

“Oh god,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slides all the way into you, bottoming out and stilling for a second. You’re both breathing heavily as you get used to the feeling of each other, savoring each other and this moment.

It’s been a long time coming, that’s for sure. And you’re both equally desperate to feel all of each other, to be with each other in the tenderness of this moment, loving each other, pleasuring each other. You’ve been wondering what his lips taste like since you met him and now you finally know. Jungkook has been wondering what it feels like to love someone ever since he reached a certain age and now he knows. 

“I love you so much,” he rasps, hand finding yours to intertwine them. 

You don’t get to say it back before he’s pulling out and pushing back into you, earning a gasping moan from you. Your back arches, naked chest touching his as his length moves in and out of you, the pace slow yet hard. But the longer Jungkook is buried within you, the movement of his hips become faster and more desperate.

“L-Love you too,” you moan, slightly high-pitched as he hits a sweet spot, one that has you mewling his name.

Jungkook’s lips meet yours in another kiss for the hundredth time tonight and yet it’s not enough. It will never be enough. He wants all of you, all of your kisses for a long, long time. And he wants to hear you moan his name over and over, breathlessly pleading him to make you cum, he wants to touch you and love you everyday until you don’t want him anymore.

“____… fuck, I’m not gonna last, baby,” he grunts against your lips as your walls tighten around him.

You shake your head, tingles filling your entire body as your free hand trails up the length of his spine. Your nails dig into his skin as he snaps his hips into you, cock hitting deeply inside of you.

“It’s okay,” you breathe, a moan leaving you as he picks up speed, building you both closer to a high so good, so sweet it's going to haunt you for days - in the best way possible. “Just- fuck, just make me cum, please…”

Jungkook doesn’t need you to tell him twice, his free hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit. He adds pressure there with his thumb and circles it, his name leaving your lips in a gasp as your walls tighten instantly. Jungkook moans in return, dropping his head to your collarbone as his hips stutter. 

“Fucking hell-“ he rasps, hips stuttering as he thrusts deeply into you, thumb working on your clit to make you reach the edge.

“Oh- Kook, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, hand grabbing the nape of his neck to guide his mouth back to yours. You feel Jungkook’s hand tighten around yours as his lips meet yours, heart beating so hard in his chest he fears it might leave its cage. You’re gasping against his lips as your orgasm sneaks up on you, washing over you in a giant wave. Jungkook feels it prominently, the way your pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to still in you as his own orgasm overcomes him. 

“Oh my god-“ he moans deeply, the sound leaving his throat as he slowly and sloppily rides out both of your highs.

A feeling of pleasure runs through your bodies, a feeling of euphoria filling your stomachs and chests, hearts beating fast and breathy moans leaving you. Heavy breathing fills the living room as you try to catch your breaths. One of your hands is still tightly wrapped in Jungkook’s as he rests his forehead against your collarbone, his lips leaving soft kisses against your skin as you come down from your shared high.

“That was incredible,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smiles as he makes his way up to face you, still leaving kisses on your skin. You smile at him once he hovers above you, looking at you. Butterflies fill your entire body as he leans down, kissing you – once, twice.

“It was perfect,” you tell him.

Another kiss against your lips as he grins, “you’re perfect.”

“Cheesy,” you mumble, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Get used to it,” he retorts with a smirk. You watch in amusement as his smirk suddenly fades as if he realizes something. “Wait… are your roommates here?”

You giggle at the panic flashing across his eyes before shaking your head, “don’t worry, they’re gone till Monday.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes and sighs, causing a soft smirk to spread on your face. However, it quickly changes into a smile as he leans down to give you several kisses on your lips and cheek before getting off you, heading for the kitchen – butt ass naked, might you add. You can’t help yourself as your eyes roam his broad shoulders and back, his tiny waist and the way his skin is so nicely tanned. Your eyes drop lower and lower, something small and unexpected in black ink catching your attention. You stifle a laugh as you realize what it is.

“What in the world is that on your butt?”

Jungkook freezes just as he reaches for the cabinet to retrieve a glass. He turns around, ears turning bright red as he opens his mouth, stuttering words leaving it; “oh, um… that’s- uh…”

The way his entire face flushes has your heart aching because not only is this the first time you’re seeing him truly flustered but he happens to look incredibly cute as it happens. Your lips spread into a grin, a giggle leaving you.

Ugh, you love him.

“Why do you have your own initials and jersey number tattooed on your butt?”

“It was a bet,” he quickly blurts, “I swear.”

You hum, “what kind of bet?”

“It’s a long story-“ Jungkook begins as he lets out a deep sigh, but realization hits him once again as he stops mid sentence. “Wait a second… you totally just checked out my ass.”

Now it’s your time to become flustered as Jungkook grins at you. You hold your hands up in surrender.

“I wasn’t- I mean, it’s kinda hard not to…” you feel your cheeks heat up as he moves back towards the couch, eyes locked with yours as you struggle to explain yourself. You settle for a compliment instead, “it’s cute, I like it.”

Jungkook’s grin has turned into a smirk, teasing and playful as he raises an eyebrow at you. You squirm slightly as he looks over your body as you lay on the couch, fully undressed, naked body revealed just for him.

“How often have you checked out my ass, huh?” He then asks, “kinda sounds like this isn’t the first time.”

You shrug, “I mean… it’s not.”

Embarrassed to admit it, you let out a shy laugh and cover your face with your hands. However, a squeal escapes you as Jungkook grabs your ankles and pulls you to sit up, feet on the ground in front of the couch. Your mouth falls open as you watch him kneel in front of you. His palms rest on your thighs, sliding up and then slowly down again. You gasp in surprise when he suddenly spreads your legs apart.

“How long,” he quietly mutters, dark and hooded eyes zooming in on your now parted folds for a split second before meeting yours eyes again, “… have you wanted to fuck me?”

Inhaling sharply, you struggle to find the words as Jungkook begins peppering kisses all over your legs; the inside of your knees and your inner thighs. You whimper ever so softly when you feel his teeth lightly biting your skin.

“J-Jungkook,” you breathe out shakily.

“Tell me,” he demands, grabbing your legs and hoisting them over his shoulders, lips teasing your inner thighs even closer to where you desperately want him to touch you. His breath fans across your heat, the cool air brushing over the wetness of your folds. You shiver, goosebumps rising upon your skin.

“I’m- uh,” you let your head fall back on the couch, fingertips digging into the cushions of it. The words are stuck in your throat but you’re urged on as Jungkook presses one single kiss to your clit, a gasp leaving you as you jolt, “for a long time, Kook- for so long…”

Jungkook smirks to himself, glancing up at you for a short moment before digging in, burying his head between your legs. You let out a whiny moan, hands digging into his black and slightly damp hair as he licks and sucks, eating you out like a starved man, not caring about how his own cum from before is mixed with your wetness.

This man is going to be the end of you, but funnily enough, you don’t mind.

“I’m starving.”

These are the first words Jungkook speaks after eating you out, his chin resting on your knee, dark brown doe eyes watching you come down from your high. You can’t help but shoot him a confused yet curious look. How he manages to think about food right after having his head between your legs is a mystery to you. However, you hum as you try to think of something he can eat at this hour. You haven’t done much grocery shopping these past days but you do have all the right ingredients for a dessert. 

“I can make you a sundae?” You suggest, looking at him with a questioning look. 

“Sounds delicious,” Jungkook smiles, faint dimples on show as his hands trail up the length of your legs, palms brushing over your skin.

The red numbers on the oven reads 1:24 AM when you and Jungkook make your way to the kitchen, dressed in your underwear. You’re shuffling through your cupboards and the fridge to find everything you need to make a sundae for the hungry half-naked man in your home. Jungkook watches with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face as you move around, dressed in nothing but your bra and panties, comfortably half-naked around him.

He loves seeing you like this; comfortable and one hundred percent yourself.

“Alright,” you breathe, running a hand through your hair as you stare at all the ingredients on the kitchen counter. You feel warmth spreading through your entire body as Jungkook takes place behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and lips pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “There’s ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, bananas, strawberries and those waffle thingies.”

“Where do you keep the bowls?” He asks. 

“Uh-“ you begin as Jungkook unwraps himself from you and starts rummaging through your cabinets until he finds a bowl for the sundae, “wasn't I supposed to make it for you?”

“Nope, I’m making it for you.” 

He pats the countertop, silently asking you to seat yourself there. You stare at him for a short moment, only receiving a raised eyebrow in return. Tipping your head and shrugging, you jump onto the counter only to receive a quick, soft peck on the lips, a small sound of surprise escaping your lips as he quickly pulls away again. He flashes you a grinning smile before getting to work, making you a sundae.

If someone had told you just two months ago that you’d be sitting half-naked on your kitchen counter, watching a shirtless Jungkook put together a sundae for you, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them they’re speaking nonsense. Two months ago you met him for the first time and never in your wildest imagination would you have guessed it would come to this. But you’re not complaining – although you are trying to push the guilt to the back of your mind.

But Jungkook is right.

You shouldn’t always put everyone else’s feelings before your own. It’s okay to be selfish once in a while – especially if the guy you’re in love with is in love with you too. Why should you hold yourself back from feeling the most intimate form of happiness when it’s right in front of you, waiting for you to grab it?

“Hey.”

Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You barely get to focus back on him before he’s smudging whipped cream onto your cheek. Jungkook grins as a gasp leaves you, a playful glint in his eyes as they zoom in on the whipped cream on your now playfully scowling face.

“What was that for?”

He shrugs, “you’re spacing out.”

You watch him as he steps closer, placing himself between your legs. Your heartbeat picks up its pace as one of his hands rests on your bare thigh, thumb caressing the skin there softly. He leans in closer, lips brushing over yours ever so softly. Automatically, your lips part when he almost closes the distance between your mouths. But the anticipation of feeling his lips disappears again as he places his lips on your cheek instead, kissing the whipped cream away. He reappears in front of you, eyes focused on your lips as he smirks softly, his voice soft as he mutters: “want you here with me.”

“I’m here,” you whisper back as you feel a pool of heat slowly appearing between your legs.

“Good.”

The air of his word brushes your lips before he finally closes the distance and connects his mouth with yours. Your eyes fall shut, a somewhat relieved sigh leaving your chest as he kisses you; soft, pink lips moving with yours, pulling you in and turning you into an addict of the feeling.

Jungkook’s sighs against your mouth as you pull him closer by the nape of his neck, nails digging into the back of his neck. He puts down the can of whipped cream next to you, hand sliding up your naked thigh instead and all the way up to your waist. You smile against his lips as he pulls you close against him, chest against chest. You’re caged in, safe in his arms as he deepens the kiss, tongue meeting yours for the hundredth time tonight. However, the kisses turn soft again, playful even as you kiss the corner of his mouth and smile. The grin spreading across Jungkook’s face causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach, causing you to lean back in and kiss him, only to pull away again. Jungkook sighs deeply.

“Tease,” he breathes, tiny hints of a smile still on his face.

As he cups your face and pulls you back in for even more, you blindly reach for the can of whipped cream. Jungkook doesn’t notice, fully absorbed by your lips, kissing you with no cares for anything but you. The playful spirit within you takes over as you lift the can up, pull away from his kisses and spray some whipped cream on his nose.

Jungkook’s mouth drops open in amused surprise, eyes crossing as he looks at it before focusing back on you. You’re stifling a laugh, still holding the weapon in question in your hand.

A smirk spreads across your face, your next words leaving your lips before you know it, “payback, bitch.”

The man in front of you quirks an eyebrow before chuckling, crooked smile causing your heart to flip a few times before settling in your chest again. Still beating hard though.

“I’m gonna make you regret that,” he pointedly tells you as he removes the whipped cream from his nose. 

There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he reaches for the can in your hand. You move quickly, pulling it away from his nearing hand. You raise a challenging eyebrow at him to urge him on, silently telling him to try again as you try your best to hold it out of his reach. Just for a split second you think you’ve won but a squeal of surprise escapes you as Jungkook grabs your wrists, easily collecting both in one hand. His free hand pries the can of whipped cream from your hands. You huff out in defeat as he smirks at you, his face saying all you need to know.

You shouldn’t have started this.

You flinch when he aims the can towards your face. Although it never hits your face. It hits your neck instead. 

“Whoops, my bad,” he snickers. “Let me get that for you.”

There’s no time to respond or roll your eyes at his sarcastic apology before he’s leaning in, licking and sucking the whipped cream off your skin. You hate the way your body and mind react as it causes Jungkook’s eyes to light up in interest as he faces you again. He does not miss the tiny gasping sound you let out just now.

Jungkook looks at the can in his hand, then at you, then at all the revealed skin on your body that is the perfect canvas for him to leave chunks of whipped cream to lick off. You watch with wide eyes as he sprays the sugary stuff onto your collarbone before leaning back in once again, licking it off and making sure to leave a few kisses there in his wake.

“Oh my god…” you breathe out, causing Jungkook’s stomach to twist in excitement.

He can tell you’re loving this. The way your breathing has turned heavier and more ragged, the way you’re leaning back on your palms to give him all the space he needs, the way you’re watching him with hooded, intrigued eyes as he puts whipped cream on the top of your breast that isn’t covered by your bra.

His tongue touches your skin, flat against the curve of your breast and you can’t help but let out a breathless moan of his name. The sound goes straight to Jungkook’s cock as it jerks in his boxers, blood rushing to the tip and making him harder than ever before.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums as he kisses your skin, “whipped cream might be my new favorite.”

“Jungkook, please…” You whine, not sure what you’re pleading for.

A gasp leaves you, your jaw falling open when he tugs your bra cup down and gently sprays whipped cream onto your now revealed nipple. Your nipple stiffens in an instant, the cold substance making it hard. Jungkook wastes no time as he wraps his lips around it to suck off the whipped cream. Your head falls back, the pleasure he’s providing you too good to bear.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Jungkook sets the whipped cream back on the counter, forgetting all about it as he tugs your other bra cup down and turns his attention to your other nipple. His hands are cupping your breasts, giving them tight squeezes as he licks and sucks, earning several moans and whimpers from you. 

“Shit,” you hiss, lifting your head when you feel him softly bite one, teeth digging into it. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he rasps against your skin as he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. You watch him as he reaches your panties, kissing along the waistline of them. He glances up, his eyes meeting yours. “And the sounds you make? Fuck, I could listen to them all day.”

Jungkook can’t help but growl softly and dig his fingertips into your skin every time his hand pauses on your body. He can’t believe he finally has you like this; naked with burning skin and pretty sounds leaving you, all for his taking. He wants to taste you again, taste you in your most intimate spot.

“Again?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow at him as he reaches for your underwear. “Jungkook, you literally just did that.”

The shaky breath you let out as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and starts to pull them down tells him you want it just as much as him. There’s no way you could convince him that you don’t want his head between your legs. It’s written all over your face – you’re hoping he’ll do it over and over and over again.

“So?” He shrugs, dumping your panties on the floor before spreading your legs, revealing your wet, glistening lips to himself. You moan instantly when he blows, cold air hitting your arousal.

Jungkook can tell you’re not sure whether you want to slap him or kiss him as he smirks softly and cocks his head when he meets your eyes again. 

“Think you can cum again?”

He gives you no time to answer before digging in, burying his face between your legs, mouth against your throbbing core to eat you out once again – this time on the kitchen counter. You’re moaning above him, a string of words like ‘please’ and ‘ohmygod’ leaving your lips as he sucks on your clit.

Jungkook loves eating you out. He loves to see you squirm above him, not sure what to do or where to put your hands as he sucks and licks and slurps as if he’s been held back from eating and drinking for days. He’s positive that seeing you like this, all fucked out and a mess because of him is one the hottest things he’s ever witnessed.

He’s never been that much into giving head to the girls he was with, always preferring to make them cum in other ways. He never once did oral with Hyejin and never felt the need to either – he found other ways to satisfy her. But with you? He wants to do it all the fucking time. You taste amazing and he loves the sounds you make, the face you make when he does something you really, really like. The way your moans turn high-pitched when you’re on the very edge of orgasming and the way you’ll whimper his name over and over as you cum on his tongue.

“Fuck- Jungkook…”

You’re whining and moaning, squirming on the kitchen counter as your orgasm washes over you, filling your entire body and reaching your toes and fingertips. Your thighs close in on themselves around Jungkook’s head as he slurps your cum, drinking it all up while moaning deeply.

You barely get to catch your breath before Jungkook gets back up, mouth clashing against yours. As his tongue invades your mouth, you can taste yourself and you’re convinced it’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done; eating you out till you cum hard and then going straight to kiss you. 

“Which one is your room?” He asks between kisses, voice husky causing chills to run down your spine.

“Far left,” you breathlessly reply, too busy tasting his lips while coming down from your high.

Jungkook swiftly lifts you off the kitchen counter, wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips never leave yours as he carries you to your room. It’s rushed and desperate, eager kisses and heavy breathing as you fall onto your bed. Jungkook easily unhooks your bra, pulling it off you and throwing it to the floor. His mouth instantly starts leaving kisses all over your now revealed chest, nipples receiving unconditional attention as you arch your back, your hands tightly grabbing onto the sheets as pleasure fills your senses.

“Wanna fuck you again,” Jungkook growls deeply against your breast, leaving one last kiss before moving back up to connect his mouth with yours. “Wanna fuck you all night.”

“Please do,” you moan in response, eyes closing as you feel him grind his boxer-clad cock against your bare core. The friction has you inhaling sharply, teeth digging into your bottom lip as he continues the action over and over. Sensing the desperation in the moans you let out, Jungkook pushes his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. You feel it brush against your inner thigh, walls throbbing as you think about how good it feels to have him buried deeply inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimper when he slides the tip up and down between your folds before sinking into you, burying himself deeply within you. 

He hisses softly as your walls tighten around his length, “god, I could do this for days.”

His words have you smiling to yourself as you tug him down for another kiss, catching his lips with your own in a heated, slow yet desperate and eager kiss that has Jungkook moaning deeply. You swallow his moan, tightly wrapping your legs around his waist, heel digging into his lower back to urge him to sink even deeper into you.

His hands slide up the sides of your body before finding yours, butterflies filling your entire body as he grabs them and pins them above your head. His thrusts become slower yet harder, hitting deeply within you causing your moans to turn high-pitched. His lips leave kisses down your cheek to your jaw, open-mouthed kisses that leave your skin glistening.

“My pretty baby,” he rasps, delivering hard thrusts into you for every word he speaks. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as his lips brush your ear. “Can’t believe you’re mine…”

“Been yours from the start,” you tell him through your moaning and whimpering. Jungkook groans softly at your words, instantly connecting his mouth with yours again in a slow, sensual kiss that has your heart beating harshly in your chest.

“Gonna cum,” he gasps against your lips as he feels your walls tighten around him.

“Me too,” your voice breathless.

Jungkook’s thrusts become harder and harder, hitting deep, repeatedly grazing a spot that has you mewling while your hands tighten around his. Jungkook’s face is buried within the crook of your neck, his moaning turning more into whimpering as you both reach your high, nearing it with high speed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you’re repeatedly swearing, whiny and high-pitched as you feel yet another orgasm rushing towards you, hitting you hard.

Jungkook groans deeply when you finally cum, walls tightening around his length, sucking him in and keeping him there, forcing him to still within you and cum hard – hot, white cum filling you for the second time tonight.

“Shit.”

His body goes limp on top of you, cock throbbing inside of you, your walls clenching and unclenching around him as you both try to catch your breath once again. He winces softly when he lifts himself, pulling out of you. The lewd noises of the wetness and the cum brings heat to your cheeks but Jungkook doesn’t seem to be fazed by it. He presses a single kiss to your lips before getting off you, muttering a soft ‘be right back’. You watch as he gets off the bed and leaves the bedroom. You hear water running for a bit before he returns again, damp washcloth in hand and a glass of water.

“Here,” he hands you the glass of water. You sit up and accept it, taking a sip while keeping your eyes on him as he crawls back onto the bed. He nudges your legs apart, smiling when you obey. You keep sipping the water as he carefully starts cleaning up the mess he left between your legs. You jerk softly, the washcloth rough against your sensitive core.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

Jungkook looks up at you as soon as the question leaves your lips. It’s almost 3 am and asking him if he wants to stay the night is kind of needless at this point. However, Jungkook just smiles, eyes glinting as he looks at you in your dimly lit bedroom.

“You sure you want me to?”

“Of course,” you softly tell him.

Jungkook feels relief fill his chest as you confirm your own suggestion. He’s been hoping he’d end up staying the night after all of this but you never know – just sleeping next to each other is intimate, even more so than having sex. At least it is to Jungkook. During the times he went to Hyejin’s place, he never once stayed over. What he had with her was casual and he never felt the need to stay the night because that’s not what he wanted, all he wanted was his needs fulfilled.

“To be honest, I’d be pretty upset if you left now.”

He shakes his head, chuckling, “I’d love to stay over.”

The late October weather is gray and dark when you wake up around 10 the next morning. Heavy rain is hitting the window in your bedroom, setting a cozy atmosphere. You stretch, yawning softly before turning over, letting your back face the window as you snuggle up against the man next to you.

Jungkook is fast asleep, breathing heavily as his chest rises and falls, light snores leaving his pouty lips and his dark hair is a mess on top of your pillows. You smile to yourself, closing your eyes again to go back to sleep. However, sleep never comes. Your body and mind is fully awake. Your eyes roam Jungkook as he’s fast asleep next to you – images from last night start to appear in your mind and nothing can hold you back as you begin leaving kisses against his skin. He stirs in his sleep as you kiss the skin of his chest and up to his neck, along the strong angle of his jaw, a few soft pecks on his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

A small smile spreads across your lips as you feel him puckering his lips to kiss you back. Jungkook’s body stays limp as you slip on top of him, straddling him as you slowly deepen the kiss. Jungkook sighs deeply, his mouth automatically moving with yours as if he’s been kissing you every single day for years. You feel him becoming harder and harder underneath the sheets as you very slowly, teasingly grind your core on top of him. A soft, protesting whine leaves him when you pull away to trail kisses down his body.

However, excitement fills Jungkook’s stomach as he feels you press kisses all over his torso, along his abs and further down to his lower abdomen, dangerously close to where he’s hard as ever – just for you.

Without words being exchanged between you and him, you focus on the task at hand, removing the sheets and revealing his cock, hard and throbbing. Your mouth waters at the sight, tongue wetting your lips as you wrap a hand around his length. Jungkook jerks softly, a small hiss escaping his lips as he brings his arm over his face. The knowing smirk on your face goes unnoticed by him as you lean down to kiss his red, leaking tip.

Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh, putting his arm behind his head to prop it up, heavy-lidded brown eyes watching you as you kiss your way down the length of his cock, reaching the base just as your eyes meet his. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he waits patiently for you to wrap your lips around his tip. Once you do, his lips twist into a half-smile, crooked and boyish and it’s causing your stomach to twist in a feeling you’ve felt non-stop since he kissed you last night.

His free hand finds your hair, curling around it as you sink down on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Waking up like this definitely doesn’t hurt, if anything he feels like the luckiest guy on earth – having you naked on your knees between his legs, sucking him off first thing in the morning after waking up. To be honest, the kisses would’ve been more than enough for him because being kissed by you is like winning the lottery but getting a blowjob on top of that… yeah, Jungkook is definitely the luckiest guy on earth.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby…” He rasps, voice laced with sleep as his head falls back onto the pillow. You pick up the pace of your bobbing head, sucking like your life depended on it, pushing him towards the edge like a pro. You hum around him when he tightens his hand around your hair, helping you bob your head faster on him. “You’re so good at this, shit-”

A low guttural groan leaves Jungkook’s lips as his hips jerk, an indication that he’s close to orgasming.

“You might w-wanna stop before I cum-” he tells you, sitting up as he nears his orgasm, feeling it coming at him faster than it usually does. When you don’t make a move to remove yourself from his cock, he tugs you up to face him, his hand tightly gripping your hair. Your hand keeps going on his shaft, working him closer and closer. Jungkook’s forehead rests against yours, his heavy and ragged breathing hitting your face as you smile.

You peck his lips, “cum in my mouth.”

“Jesus-” Jungkook groans, hand loosening its grip on your hair as he softly kisses your lips once more. “You’re gonna kill me.”

The teasing smirk on your face causes him to let out a defeated chuckle as he leans back on his hands and watches you move back down to take him into your mouth again. It requires just a few strokes of your hand and a few sucking bobs of your head before his head falls back, a row of profanities escaping his pretty lips as he cums, releasing it all down your throat. The fact that you’re just taking it, swallowing and even moaning as you do so is enough to have Jungkook decide that you’re even more perfect than he originally thought. The scenario before him is the hottest sight ever.

After milking him for every single drop of cum, you come back up, hands supporting you on his naked, muscly thighs as you lean in closer. His eyes drop to watch your tongue lick away the single drop of cum from the corner of your mouth before your lips spread into a smile; a beautiful, genuine smile that causes his heart to skip a beat. You look beautiful – tired eyes yet there’s a glint in them, messy hair and swollen lips, a bright smile caused by him, he hopes.

“I love you,” Jungkook blurts after staring at you for a solid minute without saying a word.

He can tell the sudden words have you flustered as you tilt your head, smile widening just a tad bit more. He pulls you in by the nape of your neck, kissing you. He doesn’t even need to hear you say it back because he knows, he can tell from the way you let out a deep sigh and kiss him back, soft and sensual, taking your sweet time and bathing in the shared feelings.

“Hey,” Jungkook softly calls when you’re sitting at your dining table half an hour later, eating breakfast. You look up from your plate, meeting his gaze from across the table. There’s a small frown on his face and you feel your heart tighten at the sight. “I’m sorry for all the stuff that’s happened lately…”

“What stuff?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded.

He shrugs, “you know, me trying to kiss you and throwing my feelings at you without being sure you felt the same way, going to see Hyejin after… all that. I shouldn’t have assumed and I definitely shouldn’t have gone to see Hyejin.”

You shake your head instantly.

“I don’t blame you,” you tell him, offering him a half-smile. “You couldn’t have known how I felt about you. I should’ve just told you instead of lying. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook matches your half-smile, “you had your reasons. It’s okay.”

You frown softly, poking at your food with your fork. Things definitely would’ve been different if you hadn’t been so focused on everyone else’s feelings rather than your own. If you had just reciprocated Jungkook’s feelings the first time, you would’ve had this way before.

“Yeah, well, things would’ve been different if I had just told you instead,” you tell him.

Jungkook stares at you for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. You can’t read his face or what he’s thinking. He lets out a sigh, motioning for you to come closer. When you hesitate to move, he smiles warmly at you, offering his hand, “come here.”

You sigh softly and get up from your seat, forgetting all about your breakfast as you move around the table. Jungkook pulls you into his lap, arms snaking around your waist to hold you close. One of his hands slips underneath your oversized t-shirt, caressing your skin as he looks at you. You stay quiet as he scans your face, eyes pausing at every single feature of yours before meeting your eyes again.

“Things could’ve been different, yes,” he starts, voice soft in the quietness of your apartment. “But the past is the past and you have no control over it nor can you change it. All we can do now is focus on us. All that matters is what happens from now on.”

You smile, your eyes shifting between his as you think about his words. He really is a smart guy when he wants to be and that thought alone makes you laugh softly.

“What?” Jungkook frowns.

“Nothing,” you shake your head, hand cupping his cheek. “I just love you.”

Your words have Jungkook’s smile reappearing and it stays on his lips as you kiss him. His lips move with yours, soft and slow. His hands roam your naked thighs, giving one a squeeze as you hold the kiss for a moment before pulling away, facing him again. Your eyes scan his face, taking in every detail of it; his lashes, his tiny moles and the little scar on his cheek. His dark brown eyes that look at you like you’re the only thing in the room that is interesting enough to hold his attention.

The fact that you ended up here, in his lap, kissing him and taking in his features from close proximity, feels surreal. When you first met Jungkook on your first day at Seoul University, you didn’t dare imagine that something like this would happen one day. Sure, he was cute from the very beginning and definitely someone you could see yourself trying to get with but he also happened to be involved with your very first friend – Hyejin.

And the guilt is still present within you despite Jungkook pointing out that her feelings for him aren't yours to deal with.

“You know,” you break the silence, “we should probably settle the whole thing with Hyejin.”

Jungkook sighs softly and nods, “yeah, I know. I could talk to her today, I guess.”

For a split second you feel something ugly twist within you as you think about Jungkook going to see Hyejin, to talk about everything with the girl he used to fuck. But you quickly push it down, ignoring it instantly. You know Jungkook wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. And it doesn’t seem like he’d even think about it as he snuggles up against you, face burying itself in the crook of your neck. You can’t fight the smile that spreads across your face when he leaves a few kisses against your skin.

“I should probably also apologize for the way I spoke to her yesterday,” he mumbles. Your fingers slide into his hair, massaging his scalp as you listen. “It came out a bit harsher than intended.”

“Might be a good idea,” you hum, a frown covering your face. “I’m so scared of how she’ll react. I might not have any friends left after today.”

Jungkook lifts his head to look at you as soon as the words leave your mouth. He pouts, “you have me.”

Smiling, you roll your eyes.

“Friends, Kook,” you point out, “you’re not just a friend anymore.”

The knowing smirk spreading across Jungkook’s face makes you roll your eyes once again. You get off his lap to clean up after breakfast, ignoring the way he’s watching you with playful, shining eyes.

“Then what am I?” He asks, getting up from his seat to follow you to the kitchen. You stay quiet as he hugs you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. You suppress a giggle when his lips start peppering kisses all over your neck. Jungkook smiles against your skin, “hm?”

“Please go shower before you leave. You can’t go see Hyejin while smelling like you had sex all night,” you tell him with a laugh laced within your words, slipping from his arms and avoiding the question. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he watches you clean off the rest of the table. To him it might seem like playful teasing but in all honesty, you’re not sure what he is to you if not a friend. You don’t want to assume. Especially not until he talked to Hyejin about the whole situation. 

You, too, need to talk to her. You’d hate for your friendship to end because of this.

“I did have sex all night,” he confirms before pointing at you; “and so did you. Wanna join me in the shower?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you as he awaits your answer. He’s hoping you’ll say yes because he’s far from done with you yet. Although, to be fair, he probably won’t ever be.

“No,” you tell him, going back to the kitchen to clean up the last dishes. “We’ll just end up having sex again and you have places to be, buddy.”

Jungkook’s face twists in amusement, a sarcastic scoff leaving him as he comes back up behind you, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you. You’re trapped between his arms and you already know he won’t leave you alone until you say yes to joining him in the shower. The worst part is the fact that he knows you're on the brink of giving in. Besides, how can you ever resist him again after experiencing what it’s like to be with him?

“Please,” he softly pleads, voice low as his lips near your ear. When you still don’t answer him, Jungkook pushes his hips forward, his bulge evident against your butt as he places a kiss on your shoulder. “It’ll be quick.”

“Gee,” you huff out a chuckle, “that’s exactly what a girl likes to hear.”

Jungkook’s lips spread into a smirk against the skin of your shoulder, “is that a yes?”

Sighing in fake defeat, you smirk to yourself, “I guess it is.”

An hour later after Jungkook managed to coerce you into taking a shower with him (and gave you yet another mind-blowing orgasm), he left to go see Hyejin and explain the whole situation. You’ve been on the edge of your seat ever since, waiting in anticipation for him to come back to your place. When it finally knocks on the front door, you shoot up from the couch and run to open it but Jungkook’s already halfway inside once you reach it.

“Hey, how-“

Before you can ask Jungkook how it went, he’s kissing you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer as his lips meet yours. A soft hum of surprise escapes you as you grip onto his shirt in fear of falling over because of how eager Jungkook is to kiss you.

However, as much as you want to give into his kisses right now, you’re desperate to know how it went.

You pull away just enough to ask him the questions you’ve been dying to know the answer of since he texted you he had arrived at her sorority house.

“How did it go? Did she hit you?” The questions fly out of you. When Jungkook doesn’t answer right away, you frown. “Oh, no… did she curse you with an eternity in hell?”

Your last question has him chuckling, arms tightening around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He still doesn’t say a word. He kisses you instead, which has you giggling softly as you try to ask him again. There is no time for kisses right now – you need to know.

“Jungko-“

Another kiss.

You can’t help but laugh as you push at his chest, “Kook, stop kissing me for a second and tell me how it went. I wanna know if I have to hide every time I see her around campus from now on.”

Jungkook smiles, “she wasn’t happy at first but then I told her why and suddenly it all made sense to her.”

Confused, you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, “made sense? How?”

“Apparently, you’re not very good at hiding it when you have a crush on someone,” he says, a soft smirk on his face. “Hyejin has been reading you like an open book ever since you started hanging out but she didn’t think I felt the same way so she didn’t worry too much.”

“Oh…” you feel your cheeks heating up and yet you squint at Jungkook, “well, you didn’t know until after the frat party, so I guess I did fool one person.”

Jungkook dramatically rolls his eyes, unwrapping his arms from you and taking a step away.

“This is obviously not about me, ____.”

You scoff, “it so is-”

The sound of a text appearing on your phone cuts you off, causing you to pull it from your pocket to check who it’s from. The name on the screen causes your heart to stop for a split second, the words ‘oh god’ escaping you before you can swallow them. 

Jungkook shoots you a look of confusion, “what is it?”

You show him your screen, watching him read the text while biting your bottom lip nervously. You can tell realization dawns upon him as he sees who the text is from, a soft ‘oh’ leaving him. You turn the phone back to yourself, unlocking your phone to reply. Your thumbs pause before you can type out an answer.

The text ‘can we talk’ from none other than Hyejin is staring back at you, almost mocking you because you really thought you had a few days to figure out what to tell her, what to say and how to explain yourself. But the universe wants it differently, causing Hyejin to send you a text in which she asks if you and her can talk.

“I gotta go talk to her,” you say, mostly to yourself as if trying to convince yourself to reply to her text. What exactly does one reply to this? 

‘Sure, what about?’

‘Definitely – omw!’

Or maybe just a simple ‘yeah’.

Either way, you know what she wants to talk about, so asking probably isn’t the best option to go with. Instead you decide to type out ‘yeah, where do you wanna meet up?’ before anxiously waiting for her reply.

Hyejin [3:04 pm]: the campus café in 20 minutes?

You [3:04 pm]: sounds good, meet you there

Twenty minutes later you’re walking through the doors to the campus café, heart beating crazily in your chest as you look around, trying to spot Hyejin somewhere. She sits in the far corner, stirring in a mug, eyes focused on it. She seems completely absorbed in it as you make your way towards her, sliding into the seat across from her.

“Hi,” you greet her, voice small in case you have to tread cautiously.

She offers you a half-smile as she greets you back, “hey.”

The tension is impossible to ignore as silence embraces the two of you. You’re not sure what to say or do and it seems she feels the same way as she looks around the café. Other students are spending their Sundays here, studying and relaxing before starting a new week. They’re oblivious to the tight atmosphere that surrounds you and Hyejin as you try to think of words to say.

“Hyejin, I’m really sorry,” you suddenly blurt out after the silence has been going on for too long.

She sighs, facing you again, “I just wish you would’ve told me.”

You frown, “I know but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. You always talk about how you wish he would realize how you feel about him… I really tried to not like him but-“

“It can’t be helped,” she shrugs and smiles, “he really is a good guy and I’m glad he found someone he likes.”

Her words don't bring any sort of comfort to your mind. You can’t quite decipher if she’s angry with you or not. Her smile isn’t bright and happy like it usually is but it isn’t sad either. 

“So you’re not angry with me?” You carefully ask.

She shakes her head, relief flooding through your whole body.

“No,” she tells you, “I can’t control how other people feel and what kind of bitch would I be if I asked you to not date Jungkook?”

A soft laugh leaves her lips and you feel the atmosphere become lighter. The relief you’re feeling right now is everything you needed to feel good about the last 24 hours.

“I was so scared you’d be pissed at me,” you admit, picking at your nails. “You’re my best friend and losing you because of a guy would be the worst.”

“Exactly,” she agrees, “besides, it was just a crush so I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

You can’t help but ask for confirmation. You’d hate for her to leave this café and feel less than okay. You watch as she waves a dismissive hand, scoffing playfully, “yes, of course! I’m just sad I won’t have a consistent fuck buddy anymore, that’s all.”

Despite her referring to Jungkook as her fuck buddy, you can’t help but laugh. As long as you’re all good and still friends, you can ignore the fact that she and Jungkook used to fuck. Besides, Jungkook doesn’t seem the least bit interested in getting back to that settlement again. If the last 24 hours is anything to go by, that is.

“Maybe you can find someone else who wants that kind of relationship?” You suggest.

“Very true,” she hums and taps her chin, pretending to think. “I mean… Taehyung might be willing.”

Nodding, you agree with her, “that’s not unlikely. I swear, there’s almost nothing he wouldn’t fuck so he’d probably say yes right away.”

Hyejin laughs at your words and shakes her head, “okay, but seriously though, I think I’m just gonna lay low for a while. Haven’t really focused on myself for a long time.”

“That sounds good,” you say, smiling warmly at her. “You deserve to focus on yourself.”

“Right?” She smiles back.

An hour passes, the talk going as if none of this mess has happened these past few months and you couldn’t be more grateful. Hyejin seems genuinely happy for you and if that isn’t enough to allow yourself to be with Jungkook, then you don’t know what is.

When it’s time to move on with the day, you both get up from your seats. Without a word, you embrace each other in a hug.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” You tell her as you pull away, “I get it if you want space but I’m here for you. Always.”

She smiles and nods, “we can go shopping tomorrow after class. That’s what I need.”

“Okay, sure, we can do that,” you laugh, slipping on your coat and following her to the exit of the café. “And Hyejin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being such a good friend.”

With just a simple smile in return, she turns on her heel and heads in the opposite direction of you, the heels of her boots clicking against the sidewalk as she walks away. You smile to yourself as you head in the direction of a place you haven’t been to in a while.

Dark brown and warm yet slightly nervous eyes meet yours when Jungkook opens the door to his apartment for you. However as he notices the content smile on your face, he visibly relaxes before reaching for you, pulling you inside and closing the door. You get out of your coat and boots before following him into the living room. He tugs you along to lay down on the couch with him.

“I’m gonna assume and say it went well,” he says as you snuggle up against him, the smile on your face staying there as you squish your cheek against his chest.

“It did,” you confirm. “Almost too well.”

Jungkook hums, “does that mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his t-shirt clad chest, “only if you ask me properly.”

A surprised squeal tumbles from your lips as he manages to roll you over, pinning you down against the couch and hovering above you. His eyes roam your face as a smile spreads across his lips.

“____?“

You hum, suppressing a giggle, “yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

A tingling feeling shoots through your whole body as you purse your lips, taking a moment to scan his face; his dark brown eyes, his fluffy black hair and his pretty, soft lips that feels like heaven when you kiss them. You’re brought back to reality as Jungkook’s hand slips beneath your shirt, the heat of his hand coming in contact with your skin causing a rush of warmth to fill your entire body. He’s warm. He’s warm and he’s exciting and he loves you – oh, so very much. And you’d be straight up dumb to say no to his proposal of being his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’d love to.”

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[agusrkive]

“D0 U WANNA SEE MY CAT?”

gone wrong

summary: woman faces the consequence of inviting an innocent guy into her house who just wants to see her ‘cat’.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

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[kkurades]

✩°｡⋆⸜ STAR STRUCK PANTHER

━━ you had a bad habit of overworking yourself until you physically couldn’t anymore so your best friend decided that perhaps it would be best to distract you by adopting a hybrid but the both of you didn’t expect for you to end up with seven love struck hybrids

pairing: hybrid!ot7!bts x reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: injuries

note: the first chapter is officially done!!

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FIGURE skating is your life. It had always been and it probably always will be. It's like a drug to you. You can't stop until you’ve crossed the line.

You had been training for months on end. Sleeping less than five hours a day and spending every waking hour at the ice rink.

You didn't mean for it to get this far, but when you suddenly collapsed during your regular night training you knew you should have listened to your friends.

No one was around at that hour, so you laid there motionlessly for hours until the concierge found you unconscious in the early hours of the morning.

Black and blue marks covered your body from the number of times that you had fallen, and your skin was so cold under his touch that he nearly assumed that you were dead.

When you think back to what occurred, you only vaguely recall the shouting voices, loud sirens, and blue lights as you fell in and out of consciousness.

As you woke up in the hospital, you noticed your siblings nodding off in the seats positioned around your hospital bed while your parents were speaking to the nurses down the hall.

A groan left your body as you attempted to sit up, the monitor attached to you beeped loudly, which alarmed your siblings immediately.

Your brother flew towards your figure, his arms wrapping around your neck as he shut his eyes tightly in relief, while your sister had tears rolling down her cheeks.

Sakura let out a shuddering breath as she enveloped her quivering hands around yours.

“Oh my god! You're awake. I was so worried about you! When I suddenly got a call that you were in the hospital, I thought I was about to have a heart attack!” Your sister cried out.

Guilt formed inside of you as you watched the older girl break down in front of you before you made an effort to shuffle to the side of your hospital bed to make space for her.

Sakura slightly hesitated, but once she saw Heeseung's soft expression encouraging her to lay down beside you, she practically leaped onto the mattress.

The hospital bed was tiny, but the two of you managed to fit by cuddling into one another like you used to do when you were kids.

Heeseung sat down in his chair once again, his hand never leaving yours to make sure that you wouldn't vanish abruptly.

The silence in the luminous white room wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't uncomfortable either.

You quickly decided to just remain quiet and enjoy the peaceful moment with your siblings before you fell asleep not even ten minutes later.

The next time you woke up, you were alone. One of the nurses shortly entered after and clarified that your parents and sister were eating in the canteen, while your brother was making calls to assure all of your friends and family members that you were okay.

Fortunately, you managed to leave the hospital the following day and said goodbye to your parents and sister, who practically banned you from skating for at least a month, before Heeseung drove you home.

His dark car parked on one of your numerous parking spots before he quickly got out to open the door for you.

He assisted you out of the vehicle before allowing you to lean onto him while sauntering to your front door.

Your house was large, far too large if you had to be honest. Sakura had frequently advised you to at least adopt a hybrid, so you wouldn't feel so lonely, but you had always refused with the justification that you simply didn't have time for a hybrid.

Heeseung scrutinized the gigantic building in front of him before he scoffed as you ticked in the password of your front door.

“I swear this is more of a mansion than a home,” your brother began complaining to you about how you weren't responsible when you purchased the place.

You knew he was only worried about you, so you just choose to dismiss him while walking into your home.

Heeseung carefully planted you onto your couch before letting out a deep breath.

“I would like to stay to look after you but- I- uh-” you decided to put your brother out of his misery as he stumbled over his words while scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Go home to Jake and Ri-ki. I know they need you more than I do,” you smiled at your younger brother as he scanned you, nodding gradually.

He kneeled so he would be able to hug you tightly before he calmly left you alone in your big mansion to go back home to his hybrids.

The eery silence of it made you squeamish, and you settled on turning on the television for some noise.

You looked through all the various kinds of movies and series before you settled on Vincenzo, after having recalled your sister fondly blabbing about it.

As you were halfway through the third episode, you heard your phone ring, and you grunted slightly as you reached for it from your pocket.

The name displayed at the top of the screen made you smile slightly, and you instantly tapped to reply.

You pressed the phone against your ear lazily while continuing to watch the entertaining show.

Yuna's anxious voice filled your senses as you silently listened to her rambling on and on about how worried she and Sunghoon had been after they heard the news from your brother.

Ultimately, you managed to soothe her and now as you listened to her nagging you slightly regretted it.

“C'mon yn! You're so lonely and depressing that it makes me feel sad!” She exclaimed loudly and just as you opened your mouth to argue against it, she managed to beat you to it.

“You can't use the excuse of being too busy anymore. You're on hiatus for at least a few months, so now is the perfect timing to adopt a hybrid!”

While you wished you actually were on hiatus for a few months, you knew that wasn't the case. In the very best outcome, you'll manage to get two months off before you'll be back competing again.

“I don't think I'm ready yet. To take care of another being,” you tried to exemplify, but she wouldn't have it.

“At least give it a shot, yn. Just come to the center tomorrow. I promise you won't regret it.”

You skeptically gazed out of the extensive windows as the rain quietly plunged from the sky.

You had always yearned of having a hybrid when you were younger, but not quite in the way they are seen today.

Furthermore, you didn't desire a hybrid, so you could have a pet or a servant of some sorts. You just desperately wished for a hybrid because you wanted a friend.

You had heard about the indestructible friendships that some people had with their hybrids, and you longed for someone like that.

Someone who you would be able to tell everything, someone you could always rely on, someone that would mean the world to you as your best friend.

And while you had Yuna and Sunghoon it wasn't quite the same.

“Fine, I guess I'll come by at two?” You questioned hesitantly, and could nearly feel Yuna's excitement through the phone.

“Alright! That's perfect! I can't wait! Okay, I'm going to hang up now!” You giggled at her rambling before quickly managing to squeeze a goodbye between her words.

You hastily threw your phone on the couch as you slumped back into your seat.

The following day, you slept in until eleven am, finally being able to sleep for more than five hours.

You put on your fuzzy slippers as you stalked into the kitchen to make a brisk breakfast.

Time passed quickly, and before you knew it you were sitting in your brand-new car while chewing on a piece of gum.

Your music softly played from the car, and you bobbed your head to the tunes as you neared the hybrid center where Yuna worked at.

You parked your car in one of the spots behind the establishment before unhurriedly walking into the building.

The doors hadn't even properly opened as you felt someone slamming into you at full speed.

A smile spread across your face as you recognized the sweet strawberry scent of your friend before you embraced her.

You tightly hugged one another before you broke apart, but you didn't manage to say anything as she hauled you towards her desk to fill in some papers.

She reviewed your living situation and asked you an infinite number of questions that she knew the answer to but nonetheless had to ask, but you didn't mind.

In fact, you were glad your friend took her job so seriously.

A grin sprouted across her face as she gestured for you to follow her as she explained to you that due to your habit and routines, some sort of feline would be most suited for you.

And you knew better than to oppose, so you quietly followed her towards the feline hybrids that resided in the center.

It seemed like there was an indefinite amount of cat hybrids as you watched them all hang out in one humongous room.

You noticed a lion hybrid peacefully grooming himself while sprawling on a couch, a Siamese hybrid that was napping on one of the cat towers, and a lynx hybrid playing with a mouse toy.

Multiple of the cats curiously spun towards you and Yuna before hurriedly approaching you. Some were more eager than others, and your heart softened as you looked at every one of them.

But you weren't expecting to feel a soft bro ration of purrs against your legs, your gaze quickly turned to the floor only to see a black panther rubbing its body against you while purring happily.

Yuna beamed dazzlingly at you as she saw you gazing at the feline before tilting closer to you.

“That's Taehyung. He's a black panther hybrid and while he may be a little uh- troublesome sometimes he’s really sweet, I think he'd be perfect for you.”

You carefully listened to the description, catching the desperation in her voice as she told you that he'd be perfect for you.

His vibrant green eyes flickered up to meet yours, and you realized that you wouldn't be able to leave without him, so you carefully leaned down, which gave the panther the opportunity to graze his head against your hand for pets.

As you softly scratched his head, Taehyung attempted to move even closer to you, almost making you tumble backward because of the lousy position you were in.

“Yn?” After a few minutes, you heard Yuna's eager voice before you glanced up at her.

Taehyung let out something that you assumed to be a whine as you turned your attention to your friend.

“Should I get the adoption process started?” Her inquiry slightly caught you off guard and your gaze returned to Taehyung, who was looking at you with expectant, sparkling eyes.

“I don't- I uh-” your words got caught in your throat as the panther's eyes saddened while letting out a miserable whimper.

You felt your heart clench before you impulsively started nodding. You didn't even know what you were doing, the words rolling out of your mouth while you carefully watched the hybrid.

“Alright, yeah, get it done,” Taehyung's eyes instantly lit up, and he started nuzzling into your warm body with a loud purr.

Yuna's eyes contorted crescent as she bolted to her office, so she could get the process started before you would be able to back out.

Your eyes scarcely enlarged as you realized that she left you inside a room full of feline hybrids, but you felt your nerves calm as your attention turned back to Taehyung.

The panther hybrid was circling your tense form, growling and hissing at any hybrid that dared to get near to you, his soon-to-be owner.

Taehyung couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you walk in, it was like you were an angel.

You looked so ethereal that he found himself approaching you without any hesitation.

When he managed to push through the huddle of other hybrids, purrs poured from him when his fur touched you.

His pupils dilated when your eyes met, his heart aching to touch you.

He knew that he couldn't let you adopt another hybrid, but neither could he let you leave without taking him with you.

So, he put on his finest sad kitty facade and when you confirmed to get the adoption process started he had never felt so delighted.

His senses were drenched by your scent, and he was unable to formulate any thought as you smiled at him while petting him as you waited for Yuna to return.

When your friend re-entered the room with multiple documents in her hands, she guided you out which made Taehyung hiss at first.

But when another employee came in to help him pack his things, he felt his skin buzzing with excitement while he altered back into his human form.

He hastily pulled on a sweater, not wanting to be away from you any more than needed, before he followed the man towards Yuna's office where you had been signing his adoption papers.

Of course, before you were even able to do that, Yuna had to run one last checkup about you to make sure that you were capable of taking in Taehyung.

The hybrid entered the room with wide enthusiastic eyes and humming ears as his eyes immediately found you sitting on the chair while scribbling something on the forms that are laid in front of you.

His steps towards you were lengthy and fast and before you even knew what was going on you felt someone colliding with you, your chair slightly rocking at the force.

The scent of fresh lavender surrounded you as a warm body awkwardly enveloped you.

You quickly came to realize that the unknown man embracing you was, in fact, the hybrid that you were about to adopt, so you let him hug you for a little while longer.

Eventually, Taehyung had to let go of you, his eyes flickering all over your face.

Your breath almost hitched by Taehyung's beauty. His eyes were a consoling dark brown color that you knew you could get lost in if you looked too long, and his features were almost godly.

When Taehyung noticed you staring at him, he could feel a smile fighting its way onto his face along with a rose-colored blush.

“Hi,” he breathed out while not taking his eyes from you, which made Yuna grin negligibly.

“Hi,” your voice was delicate and Taehyung was sure that he could listen to you talk for hours.

“Let's finish the paperwork then,” Yuna giggled after having watched you steal glances at the hybrid who refused to look away from you.

Yeah, she was definitely sure that the two of you are perfect for each other.

©cupidsheqrt , 2023.

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[jeonverselol]

go ahead and cry (m) (pt 1) - jjk

a/n: this is purely a fic based on the song ‘daddy issues’ by the neighbourhood - probably great to listen to it first

summary: jungkook has commitment issues when it came to love and you are always ready to fall in love. you two want to be loved, and you’re ready to attach yourself but that’s what scares jungkook and he finally confronts all his fears.

genre: smut, angst | friends to lovers au | fratboy!kook x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: daddy issues lol, unprotected sex (don’t ever do that pls), cunnilingus, unhealthy coping mechanisms, squirting, overstimulation, fingering, public sex (sort of), exhibitionist kink (if you squint), praising, desperate kook, needy kook, jealousy, insecurities, crying scenes, emotional outbursts

take you like a drug, i taste you on my tongue, you ask me what i'm thinking about, i tell you that i'm thinking about

“fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned out loud when jungkook’s tongue flicks your bud. he has been eating you out for an hour since he came over. his earlier text to you was a bit vague, just a “can i come over, need to talk.” you didn’t think much about it before replying a curt ‘sure’ and about half an hour later he pulled up, dressed up black jeans and a t-shirt inside and a jacket over it - he probably was out somewhere; and his face tells you he’s been drinking.

when you opened the door, he did not try to hide the fact that he was undressing you with his eyes the moment he saw you in your tank top and shorts, the breeze filled the silence of the night, hardening your nipples in an instant, buds peeking through the cotton fabric. “what did you wanna talk ab-“ your sentence was cut off with him lunging towards you and picking you up, foot closing the door before pinning you against it.

“need you first,” there was a sense of plea in his voice, something you can’t quite place. it wasn’t unusual for jungkook to come over to yours whenever he wanted. you wouldn’t call yourself fuck buddies, and friends with benefits might be the closest label but then again you two had never hooked up that much to reap much benefits to call it so. it all happened spontaneously, like right now.

it started about 8 months ago, with a drunken kiss. you and jungkook had always been friends since the start of university, hanging out with the same group of friends but probably not extremely close to be called best friends, but close friends, nonetheless. it was during a truth or dare game in a frat party that jungkook admitted you were the hottest person in the party, and during a little tour in his room your lips met his and never felt like leaving. fast forward a month later he had you alone in his room again, attempts of a movie right gone futile when a full-blown fucking session occurred the whole night. after that incident, the two of you never made the attempt to establish anything but have repeated the incident a handful of times, no explanation, just spontaneously.

which is what led you to your thighs spread out hanging on his shoulders right now. “oh my god, that feels so fucking good,” your eyes rolled back as he started to insert his tongue into your folds. you must have came about four times already because you were extra sensitive. “could eat this pussy all day.” he drove in like starved man, tongue darting in and out of your walls. he was still fully clothed and you were stark naked, something about it made you feel timid yet you loved the power play that ensued. he started to suck your clit and your whimpers became screams as you buck your hips to his face. “come on give me what i want baby, cum on my tongue again.” he was groaning at this point. he seemed angry for some reason, but also desperate.

“yes yes yes like that kook,” your palms went to your bare breasts to tug your nipples, adding to the stimulation and the waves your shock your lower half is going to get. he inserted two fingers into your sensitive folds, curling his fingertips upwards in a come-hither motion. this got you spreading your legs wider than before and his free hand came to hold your thigh down. “pussy so fucking good i could cum just by having a meal here.” he never failed to hide how desperate he was for you whenever you two had these encounters. he was shamelessly grinding on the floor, seemed to be eagerly chasing his release as well. “fuck i’m cumming!” you let out a high pitched moan before coming undone on his fingers and tongue for the fifth time tonight. “mm baby doll if you keep making those sounds i’m gonna cum in my pants.”

“cum inside me baby, just slip inside,” you were sensitive but you didn’t wanna leave him hanging. “fuck you’re desperate aren’t you baby girl, i’ll give it to you, i’ll give you what you want,” he stood up and discarded every piece of clothing he had. his hard cock sprang free from his boxers and the tip was red and angry. he stroked himself a few times before aligning his tip against your entrance.

whatever you're thinking about, tell me something that i'll forget, and you might have to tell me again, it's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“you need me don’t you baby, tell me how much you need me, tell me and i’ll give it to you,” his commands were domineering but laced with desperation. jungkook needed you to constantly tell him that you needed him. “fuck me kook, fuck me hard.” you spread your legs for him, folds glistening with your essence and his saliva. you two moaned in unison as jungkook pushed himself into you. “that’s right baby, whose pussy is this hm? tell me who gives it to you good.” he was fucking into you hard and relentlessly. “yours! fuck, only you fuck me good!”

“don’t need anyone else don’t you, always so fucking good to me, the best pussy in the world,” his thumb came down and rubbed your puffy clit harsh, sending you into jolts of sensation. “so fucking good jungkook!” he lifted your leg and folded it to your chest while the other occupied itself on your clit. his dick was hitting new angles and with how sensitive you were, it was getting too much. “fuck, too sens- too sensitive,” you were writhing in his hold, tears escaping the brim of your eyes.

go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do. i know how much it matters to you. i know that you got daddy issues

“shh, don’t cry little girl, i’m gonna make you feel so good… shh,” his thumb came up to wipe your tear away before continuing his assault on your clit. “that’s right baby, give it to me, i’ll make you feel so good, don’t move away, don’t move away from me,” he pounded into you harder and you feel your orgasm slowly building up again, this time you knew you were gonna cum harder than before. “don’t… don’t stop kook, keep going.” you relaxed in his hold once again, a sight jungkook was thriving on. “told you baby girl, shh, just trust me, i’ll give you everything, i won’t disappoint you you know me right? i won’t hurt you,” at this point you’re not sure if his words were a reflection of his desperation for you or something else but you were not going to question it. 

a hard thrust from jungkook caused you to scream in ecstasy and as he pulled himself completely out you as you were gushing onto him. “that’s right! fuck yeah you’re a sin baby, my angel baby,” jungkook was always an oxymoron, he loved things that were bad for him and when something good happens he thinks something might be wrong – exhibit A right now.

and if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too

he pushed himself back in and with a few thrusts, you felt spurts of hot liquid coating your walls and his face rested on the crook of your neck. after seconds, he slowly pulled out of you and before you could open your mouth, he went towards the pile of his clothes. you were about to be disappointed, thinking he was going to leave but he fished out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. he brought one to his lips before lighting it up, taking a long drag. he put on his boxers and darted to the balcony of your room, sitting on the rattan chair you just bought a few days ago. silence ensued the room.

i tried to write your name in the rain, but the rain never came, so i made with the sun, the shade

you were used to jungkook being like this. he was always unreadable but then it was very obvious if something was bothering him. you opted to put his shirt on and head out to see him, hoping to get some words from him. as you came out, jungkook’s eyes darted towards you, mouth agape as he sees you in his shirt, a soft smile etched to his lips and you mirror this. 

he tugs your arm and you sit on his lap. his smile fades as he takes his next drag, before sending you into a coughing fit. he hears this and immediately presses the bud on the floor. “sorry i’ll clean that later. and i’m sorry, i know you hate the smell of it.” he soothes your arms and brings you closer to him.

always comes at the worst time, you ask me what i'm thinking about, i tell you that i'm thinking about

“it’s okay. what are you thinking about?” you ask him, and he knows you’re seeking for a proper answer. he sighs. “just about everything, you know how it is.” at this point he was trying to divert the issue, forgetting that he came here to talk about it in the first place.

“you can tell me anything, you know that right?” you gave him a kiss in the cheek for reassurance. you knew something’s bothering him, in fact something had always been bothering him since the first time you two met. he was a hard book to read, but easy person to help. even though you knew you and jungkook were friends – more than friends less than lovers, you could see through him. it took you some time to realise his love language was words of affirmation.

“you’re gonna tell me what’s bothering you baby,” he darts his eyes to you, you never called him endearing names outside of bed. your eyes were telling him something, and he thinks he’s read you enough to know that you’re not gonna leave him in times of despair. “i’ll be here to help you get through it.” he looks to the front, his arms circling your waist to bring you closer to his chest. “i don’t know y/n, is there something wrong with me? i’m constantly afraid.” he didn’t even need to spell it out for you, you knew where this was going.

whatever you're thinking about, tell me something that i'll forget, and you might have to tell me again, it's crazy what you'll do for a friend

there was no denying that jungkook had a reputation, one that probably would not sit well with parents who would want to protect their daughters from harm’s way. while jungkook isn’t necessarily harm’s way, he isn’t the best person to be with either. he’s tried out relationships but it’s never worked out. he’d chicken out and either ghost the poor girl or just let himself engross in the life of no strings attached, when he clearly wants his strings attached. he’s stuck in a limbo, knowing that he has issues of commitment yet desperately wants to pour out his all for only one person. his biggest fear is that they would leave him, considering he’s made a mess of himself and his life, and he is not even sure whether he’s going to feel content with anyone. he wants stability but is afraid to give it. he wants eternal love but is scared of commitment. he wants to give someone his all but is afraid of them taking it and leaving halfway because he’s too much to handle. you knew where his fear stemmed from, and it’s no denying that it was hard to get him to overcome it. in recent times, he’s began to embrace that he has strong feelings for you but kept building this invisible wall inside him.

“you just know how it is baby,” his voice was timid, and you felt the urge to tell him it’s okay, it’s alright, it’s not going to happen to you – what came out was just a sigh from you, and you hugged him, fully enveloping your arms around him, planting a kiss on his head.

go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do, i know how much it matters to you, i know that you got daddy issues

“you need to know that nothing’s gonna happen to you once you open your heart up kook,” your voice was soft. you traced your finger around his tattooed arm and his biceps flexed. “i want to,” his statement sounded like a plea, almost saying i want to give you the world, but don’t hurt me. ironically, his reputation of a fuckboy was the unhealthiest coping mechanism of his fear of monogamy, to hide his fear of loving and not loved back in the same magnitude. but you were not going to feed that into his thoughts anymore. “you know i love you don’t you kook?” you stated, whispering into the crown of his head. it was as clear as day that the two of you had feelings for one another, feelings that go beyond the bedroom but you knew that he was never gonna let his guard down.

“i love you, so much, y/n.” this time, you could feel him tearing up but you didn’t budge. you let him. “i want to give you everything, i want to always protect you; i will do everything i can to make you happy,” his voiced strained, almost as if he had been choking in his words for some time. “i’ll give you my all, i want to just… fuck, i’ll do everything you want me to, just…” this time he looked up at you, and your heart clenched at the sight of his tearful eyes. you felt yourself tear up too.

he knew you wanted him; he knew you wanted stability. the moment he saw you crying one night after getting dumped by your ex, you poured your heart out to him, detailing how you only wanted to be cared for, but your ex felt that you were ‘high maintenance’ and that you were demanding. all you wanted was to be loved. you overworked yourself most of the time, you had a family to care for, you were mentally exhausted all the time and your only escape was hoping that someone would love you the way you loved everyone and sacrificed yourself for everyone. you were the type to seek solace in your significant other, that was your coping mechanism and possible happy place, and jungkook knew that. he wanted to give you that.

and if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues

his love for you soon grew into desperation. there were many times that he wanted to tell you that he would be on his knees for you if you wanted him to. he was yours for a long time, but to get you to be his, he was fearful. fearful that he would disappoint you, and that would mean a lifelong of regret for him. he wanted to give you the life you wanted, but he hated the anxiety within him. he was just as fearful as you.

he tried forgetting you, forgoing the idea of pursuing anything romantic with you but you were like a drug to him. you became the air he breathed in, the warmth of your body became his home, the sound of your voice became his sound of comfort.

i keep on trying to let you go, i'm dying to let you know, how i'm getting on, i didn't cry when you left at first, but now that you're dead it hurts

he tried distancing himself, ghosted you for two weeks. he thought he made progress but he couldn’t handle the sight of other men around you. he just knew that they were not able to love you as much as he loved you. you needed to know that you needed him and him only, forget everyone else. and who was he to deny the fact that he needed you? he was down bad. in a drunken fit at one of the frat parties, he remembered lunging across the living room floor just to yank you away from this guy who seemed to be new, because everyone knew you were off limits – even though you weren’t his girlfriend. he was toxic like that. the poor boy was trying his luck for sure but to no avail. at least he didn’t get punched in the face by jungkook just like another guy did two months ago.

“get your hands off of my girl,” he hissed at the guy before dragging you away, heading upwards to his room. you tried to pry your hands off of him but his grip was strong, jaw clenched and you knew he was seething. “what the fuck jungkook?”

it wasn’t the first time jungkook displayed his jealousy and became territorial in public. deep down he was insecure, afraid you might find what you wanted in someone else because he wasn’t able to give it to you at that moment. he told himself in due time he would let his insecurities go but time seemed to be ticking and his insides were tumbling with fear every time anyone attempted to hit on you. he couldn’t do it yet - commitment; but one thing for sure was he needed you. if he couldn’t convince you about that yet, the least he could do is scare everyone else away. he knew it was selfish of him, an unhealthy obsession if you will. but he was too scared to love you, and he was even more scared that you will never measure up to his love for you. he needed love, so badly.

he slammed the door shut before throwing you on the bed and climbing onto you. his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. he held your jaw tightly before inching is face closer to yours. “i don’t like you being near other men.” his eyes were dark and raging, but if you looked longer, it falters into sadness and pure pain.

“you’re not my boyfriend,” that was the first time you said it and he felt a pang in his heart. it was a sensitive topic for both of you and you knew it but it had to be said. “i’ll show you who i am to you by the end of the night,” he dived straight into your lips and that was the first time he made love to you, and needless to say, you knew who he was to you. he was yours, and you were his.

this time i gotta know, where did my daddy go? i'm not entirely here, half of me has disappeared

fast forward to the current situation, the two of you met each other’s tearful gazes and he can’t help but inch forward to kiss you.

“please let me be yours,” he pleaded in between kisses. “you always have been, kook,” the kisses became fiercer, and your bodies moulded together as you melt into each other.

“i love you so fucking much, i don’t want it to be like this anymore.” he was determined this time to show you he was going to commit. you knew it was hard for him, considering he grew up idolising his dad and the love his dad showed his mother, until one day he came home and saw her crying for the first time – his dad no where to be seen, just a single ‘i’m sorry’ carved into a torn up paper, held down by a paperweight made from several books. that was the last memory he had of him.

that was the first time jungkook felt what heartbreak was and he never recovered from it. that was the first time he feared loving someone and being loved. he never wanted to feel what his mother felt, and feared the ability to hurt someone like how his dad did.

go ahead and cry, little boy, you know that your daddy did too, you know what your mama went through, you gotta let it out soon, just let it out

“show me how much you love me jungkook, right here,” the balcony was dark, the view in front of you only showed the city street lights. there was barely  anyone at this hour, not to mention you lived in the 10th floor. “i’ll show you baby, fuck i’ll show you everything.” his fingers grazed down to your uncovered folds, which was already dripping in essence. the two of you were insatiable when the chance arose and this time was no exception.

he played with your clit, rubbing in slow and fast motions. you instinctively spread out your legs and he inserted two fingers in, lips still attached to yours. “fuck, so fucking good,” you moaned and his boxers started to feel tight.

“sit on me baby,” he lowered his boxers a little, spread his thighs further on your rattan armchair and took out his hard cock. you faced him this time, eagerly sliding into him with ease, and started to bounce on him. “that’s right baby girl, show everyone who you belong to, who’s the only one that makes you feel this good.”

you stifled your moans by hiding your face in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped out him as you continued to bounce on him. he left wet kisses on your shoulders before he started to piston his hips upwards, fucking you just as much you were fucking him. he brought his thumb over to your clit and you felt your orgasm building up. “gonna cum baby,” you whined and jungkook increased his pace. moments later, your walls started to contract from the stimulation as your orgasm washes over you. jungkook unloads into you before kissing your neck.

“i love you so much.” he looks into your eyes. “i want this, please,” his tears pooling in his eyes again, his brown irises shaking behind the liquid barrier. “i want this so much, forever,” the fear slowly escaped his eyes in the form of tear droplets. “forever, always, don’t leave me.” 

go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do, i know how much it matters to you, i know that you got daddy issues

“i love you too, so much,” you nodded and mirrored his expressions. “forever and always, together,” and for the first time ever, he felt that spark of reassurance that what you said was true, and he finally let you in. and you found solace in the place you craved for, his heart.

and if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too

if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too

a/n: okay this was sad but good to write

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Seven – Feelings Of Content}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 3.7k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: No warning just fluff, enjoy!

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

As I walked hand in hand with Taehyung towards Jungkook's room, my heart swelled with happiness. I missed my boys so much while I was away. It felt like a lifetime had passed since I had seen their faces.

My boys? Hmm, it has a nice ring to it. The bond we shared was still in the making but I felt a deep pull towards them, it felt so right.

Despite the affection I felt for them, there were certain aspects of my life that I couldn't share with them. The dangerous and dark world I navigated through was something I wanted to shield them from at all costs. That's why I had taken it upon myself to train them so that they could defend themselves if the need ever arose. I couldn't bear the thought of them getting hurt or dragged into the shadows that haunted my existence.

They had already been through so much, faced numerous obstacles that tested their courage and resilience. I vowed to protect them from any further harm, to be their pillar of strength and support no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Taehyung animatedly filled me in on all the things the guys had been up to in my absence, a warm feeling of contentment settled in my chest. Knowing that they were safe and happy brought me immense relief. To see them thriving and enjoying life without any restrictions or limitations filled me with pride and joy.

“— And Jungkook has been hooked ever since,” Taehyung concluded, talking about Jungkook's newfound obsession with gaming.

The thought of Jungkook engrossed in something he loved brought a smile to my face. It was moments like these that made all the hardships worth it.

When we finally reached Jungkook's room and I made a move to open the door, I was caught off guard as it swung open before I could even touch the handle. A blur of motion and a strong pair of arms enveloped me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Noona, I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again,” Jungkook's voice was a mix of longing and playfulness as he squeezed me against his chest. His affectionate gesture warmed my heart.

“Aw, I'll never leave you, baby,” I reassured him, returning his hug with equal fervor. Just being in his presence made me feel whole and at peace.

Jungkook tugged me into his room, shutting the door behind us to block out Taehyung's protests. As he pulled me further into his personal space, I raised an eyebrow in silent question, only to be met with his guilty pout.

“I want to spend time with Noona, you can have her later,” Jungkook said to Taehyung, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief and affection. I chuckled at his antics, knowing that underneath his tough exterior, he was still a lovable and caring individual.

I heard Taehyung grunt from the other side of the door, but he didn't push the issue further. Jungkook had a way of getting what he wanted with his adorable pouts and persuasive tactics. It was a talent that never failed to amuse me.

Jungkook's  POV

As Taehyung left the two of us alone in the room, I guided her to sit on my bed and settled myself comfortably on the floor, resting my head in her lap. A wave of relaxation washed over me as she placed her hands on my head, gently running her fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of pure bliss. She started humming a soft, soothing tune while continuing to play with my hair, almost hypnotizing me into a state of tranquility. Her touch was gentle yet comforting, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

“Jungkook, why do you and Jimin call me Noona? From what I read in the files, you guys are older than me,” she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice. I could sense that she was genuinely curious about our choice of address.

I smiled up at her, taking in the sweet scent that always seemed to surround her whenever we called her Noona.

"Because you're like a Noona to us. You're strong, brave, and caring. Ever since the day you brought me and my Hyungs into your life, I could see that fiery passion in you. It just feels right to call you Noona," I explained, my voice filled with affection.

Her fragrance, a delightful mix of lavender and baby powder, enveloped me in a sense of contentment. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the familiar scent that always made me feel at home. Knowing that I was the reason behind her happiness only added to my own.

“Kook, you're such a sweetheart, you know that?” she remarked, her smile warm and genuine.

I couldn't help but grin back at her. "I know," I replied playfully, drawing a chuckle from her. The sound was music to my ears, a reminder of the bond that was steadily growing between us.

Despite knowing her for a relatively short time, she had already managed to bring a sense of peace and acceptance to our little group. As hybrids, trust didn't come easily, especially given our past experiences with humans. However, Heaven – Noona, as we affectionately called her – was different. She exuded kindness, warmth, and a genuine care that set her apart from anyone we had encountered before.

It was evident that I, Jimin, Hosoek and Taehyung weren't the only ones drawn to her. The other members of our pack, though initially wary, had also begun to let down their guard in her presence. She had a way of making us feel valued and accepted, despite the prejudices we had faced due to our hybrid nature.

I closed my eyes again, letting the rhythmic motions of her fingers through my hair lull me into a state of peaceful bliss. In that moment, surrounded by her comforting presence, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her existence in our lives.

We bask in the serene tranquility, cocooned in a bubble of time where seconds feel like eternity, while her gentle fingers explore the strands of my hair, eliciting a chorus of contented purrs from deep within me. The minutes slip by imperceptibly until she shatters the peace with her soft voice.

“We'll be leaving this place, and I'll be taking you and the guys home,” she announces, her words laced with a sense of belonging that tugs at my heartstrings.

The word 'home' reverberates within me, stirring up a maelstrom of emotions. It's a word I've long forgotten, a concept that feels foreign yet strangely alluring when she includes us in it.

Tears cascade down my cheeks unchecked, catching me off guard until her tender touch on my face brings me back to reality.

“Sweetheart, what's the matter?” Her concern only intensifies my torrent of tears, and she enfolds me in a warm embrace, anchoring me to the present.

Clutching onto her like a lifeline, I release a floodgate of emotions that have been bottled up inside me for years, a deluge of unspoken longing and aching vulnerability.

The love I feel from her is a stark contrast to the protection and care my brothers have showered upon me as the youngest sibling. Despite my physical stature, I am forever the baby brother in their eyes, shielded from the harsh realities of the world.

Countless times, I've been summoned to satisfy the desires of others, yet my brothers have shielded me from the darker aspects of that world, insulating me from its horrors to preserve what little innocence remains in me.

I cherish them for their sacrifices, for the sacrifices they've made to shield me from the brutalities of life. I would willingly lay down my life to shield them from the darkness that threatens to engulf us all.

But now, a new person had entered my life, someone who had quickly become an essential part of it. Heaven. The mere thought of her brought a surge of emotions, a primal need to shield her from any potential harm that might come her way.

As I gazed into her eyes, a sense of protectiveness enveloped me like a cloak. I could feel my hybrid instincts clawing to the surface, urging me to keep her safe at all costs. It was a peculiar sensation, one that I had never experienced before, yet I welcomed it with open arms.

The overwhelming desire to safeguard her, to shield her from any danger that might lurk in the shadows, consumed me. It was as if a voice deep within me, primal and raw, whispered fiercely - "Protect what's mine." And in that moment, I knew without a shred of doubt that Heaven was mine to protect.

My eyes blazed with an intensity that startled even me. A fierce determination welled up inside me, igniting a burning need to stand guard between Heaven and any potential threat that dared to come near her. It was a feeling of territoriality and possessiveness, uncharted territory for me, but one that felt undeniably right.

And so, without hesitation, I made her a solemn promise.

“I will protect you, no matter the cost. Even if it means sacrificing myself in the process, I would do so gladly, knowing that I could keep you safe." My voice rumbled, thick with emotion, the words spilling out as a vow not just to her, but to myself as well.

As Heaven gazed back at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude, trust, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability, I knew that this newfound sense of protectiveness was not just a duty, but a privilege. To have someone to care for, to watch over, to love unconditionally - it was a responsibility I accepted with wholehearted dedication.

~Valentino Mansion~

3rd Person POV

~A Few Hours later~

The boys found themselves in awe as they drove past the grand gates of Heaven's mansion. They couldn't help but stare in wonder at the magnificent sight that was going to be their new home. It all seemed so surreal, like a dream they never wanted to wake up from.

As the car pulled up to the front of the house, they all stepped out, eagerly making their way inside the expansive mansion. Heaven, beaming with excitement, welcomed them with open arms.

“Welcome home, boys!” she squealed happily, her eyes shining with joy.

The boys were speechless, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and happiness. Jimin took the lead, followed by Jin, as they all surrounded Heaven, enveloping her in a tight, protective hug. She was their sanctuary, their comfort, the one who brought light and warmth into their lives.

Just then, a man entered the room, his presence commanding attention. He was strikingly handsome, with neatly groomed black hair and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to see right through them. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he exuded confidence and sophistication.

The hybrids, sensing a potential threat, instinctively formed a protective barrier around Heaven, their growls conveying a clear message of warning. The man, unruffled by their display, flashed a charming smile.

“Well, Heaven, it looks like you've found yourself quite the defence team. I can rest easy knowing you're in capable hands,” he remarked, his tone shifting from cool detachment to genuine warmth.

Heaven's laughter filled the room as she gently disengaged herself from the protective circle, running towards the man and embracing him tightly. The hybrids, though puzzled by the sudden change in atmosphere, maintained their guard, their loyalty unwavering.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Heaven planted a kiss on the man's cheek, eliciting a low growl from the hybrids, their possessiveness evident.

“Guys, I want you to meet someone very special to me, Andre Valentino, the eldest son of the Valentino family—my older brother,” she announced, causing the boys to gasp in surprise and quickly shift their focus. Suddenly, they appeared more like anxious puppies than fierce protectors.

Heaven's POV

"Hey everyone, it's so nice to finally meet all of you," Andre greeted the group with a big smile on his face. His enthusiasm was contagious, but I noticed that the boys seemed a bit hesitant and cautious. I totally understood where they were coming from. Building trust takes time, especially in a situation like this.

I decided not to push the boys to immediately trust Andre. They needed to learn for themselves who they could rely on and who they couldn't. It was all part of their training and growth process.

Namjoon, with a hint of confidence in his stride, stepped forward to greet Andre. The handshake between them was firm and friendly, and I could sense a real connection forming between them. It was clear that they would get along just fine.

As the initial tension melted away, the rest of the boys slowly approached Andre, exchanging introductions and pleasantries. It was a relief to see them starting to warm up to him and accept that he was a trustworthy companion.

"Alright, now that everyone has met, let me show you all to your rooms," I announced, leading the way towards the staircase. The boys followed closely behind, eager to settle into their new environment.

Andre gave us a wave as he headed off on his own, leaving us to continue with our introductions and settling in. The atmosphere was starting to feel more relaxed and welcoming, and I felt hopeful about the bonds that were beginning to form among us.

We finally made it to the fourth floor where my room and the rest of the boys' rooms were located. Jungkook couldn't contain his amazement when he saw the place, and his surprised expression made me chuckle.

As we stepped out of the elevator, Jungkook's eyes widened in awe, "Woah, Heaven Noona, your place is amazing!" he exclaimed.

"Our place, Kookie," I corrected him, giving him a warm smile. He blushed and looked away, his shyness contrasting with the fierce determination he had shown earlier. It was amusing to witness the duality of these boys, how they could switch from protective guardians to blushing messes in a matter of moments.

The space was not just mine but also theirs. I wanted them to feel at home and know that they didn't have to ask for anything because it was all theirs for the taking.

My room was at the far end in the middle, with the boys' rooms branching off to the left and right. I led them to the first room on the left, and their reactions brought tears to my eyes.

"How do you like this room?" I inquired, waiting for their response. Jin's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he spoke, "It's beautiful, Heaven, words can't describe how happy we are."

With a gleam of excitement, I revealed, "You're welcome because this is your room, Jin!" His disbelief was evident as he stammered, "W-what do you mean this entire room is mine? I'm not sharing with the other guys?"

I explained my intention, "Yes, you each have your own rooms. I know you guys enjoy being together, but I wanted to give you the option to have your personal space when needed. It's essential for your mental well-being to have that time for yourself occasionally." They all nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of self-care.

"Feel free to decorate the rooms as you like. They come with built-in bathrooms and a restocked mini kitchen daily. It's like having your own mini flat. Make the most of them, but remember not to drift apart from each other," I advised, emphasizing the significance of their bond.

Jin, overwhelmed with gratitude, managed to blurt out, "Thank you so much, Heaven. It's a bit soon, and I love you all, but please leave, I need some me time." With that, he ushered us out of his room and shut the door.

We couldn't help but burst into laughter at his abrupt dismissal, realizing how much he cherished the idea of having his own space. After showing the boys around the rest of the rooms, I left them to settle in and headed to my room for a long-awaited shower.

I stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, feeling the hot water cascade over my body like gentle waves, relieving the tension in my muscles. It had been a challenging week, but I knew every moment of it was worth it.

After my shower, I settled onto my bed, my mind already drifting to the task at hand - training them. It wasn't going to be a simple process. They were hybrids, each carrying different counterparts that played a crucial role in their development.

While general training methods could be effective, I knew that specific training tailored to their individual counterparts would be necessary. It meant I had to call upon my brothers and my uncle for assistance. In order for the training to be successful, they needed to trust me and my family.

To my surprise, the boys seemed to trust me quicker than I had anticipated. It was both reassuring and concerning, knowing that they were not inherently trusting individuals. They seemed to possess an instinct, a sixth sense, that guided them on who to trust and who to keep at arm's length. It was a trait that could prove to be a valuable asset for them in the future.

I was intrigued by the boys' innate abilities, as it gave them an edge in identifying friend from foe without the need for extensive background checks. I looked forward to helping them embrace their animal sides fully.

Their animalistic instincts had been suppressed for too long, and I knew that during training, there would be risks. They might struggle to control their instincts, leading to moments where they would need to tap into their animal selves. This could potentially unleash a feral side that risked them losing touch with their human nature.

It was a challenge I would tackle when the time was right. For now, my focus was on ensuring their well-being. Showering them with love and kindness, and making sure they were well-fed and content were the first steps towards building trust and establishing a strong foundation for their development.

Lost in my thoughts, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, snapping me out of my reverie.

“Come in!" I called out, wondering who it could be.

The door creaked open, and in walked Hoseok. He flashed me a smile and strolled over to the chair next to my bed.

“Hey,” he greeted me casually, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What's up, hobi?” I asked, using his nickname.

He plopped down on the chair and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Nothing much, just trying to escape the chaos of the other guys. They're all busy fussing over their rooms, deciding on layouts and scenting every nook and cranny. Not my idea of a good time, you know?"

I chuckled at his exaggerated expression. “I get it. Well, you're always welcome to hang out with me.”

Hoseok's face lit up at the offer. “Really? That would be awesome. What are we gonna do then?”

I thought for a moment before suggesting, “How about we watch a movie together? I've got some good stuff lined up on Netflix.”

He nodded eagerly, adjusting his position on the chair. “Sounds perfect. Let's do it.”

As I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, I chuckled a little remembering his earlier statement.

"Hey, isn't scenting something like a hybrid thing you guys do?” I asked amused

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, it's a hybrid thing. We like to mark our territory, so to speak. Having our scent around makes us feel safe and connected to our humans. It's just a natural instinct for us.”

I couldn't help but smile at his explanation. “That's actually really interesting. I'm glad you guys feel at home here.”

He reached out and gently squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks for accepting us, it means a lot. You've created a place where we can truly belong.”

I felt a warm wave of affection towards him and lightly touched his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath my fingers. Hoseok leaned into my touch, his gaze intense and filled with unspoken emotion.

In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have him and the rest of the boys in my life.

I headed to my snack cabinet, ensuring it was stocked with all my favorite munchies. With everything in place, I settled into bed with a cozy throw blanket draping over us, snuggling against each other.

Hobi's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he dove into the world of technology. It was as if he was a toddler discovering new wonders, and his enthusiasm was just too adorable to resist. He bombarded me with countless questions, eager to soak up all the knowledge he had missed out on in his life.

We decided to watch a movie and ended up cuddled together, sharing laughs and tears as we got engrossed in different scenes. One movie led to another, and eventually, we found ourselves binge-watching a whole series.

I must have dozed off without realizing it because the next thing I knew, I was slowly waking up to the sensation of multiple bodies around me. As I fully opened my eyes, I saw the TV turned off and my bed occupied by seven grown men.

Despite the surprise, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and contentment. It was a rare moment of tranquility.

In that moment, surrounded by those I cared for, I experienced a sense of peace and belonging that I rarely found elsewhere only around my family. It was in those simple moments of togetherness that I felt like a normal 23-year-old girl, just enjoying the company of my boys.

Those moments made me feel complete, as if all the pieces of my scattered self had finally come together. The feeling of contentment washed over me, enveloping me in its comforting embrace. And in that serenity, I found solace and joy in the embrace of my makeshift family.

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Heyyy beautiful people!

I'm so glad you enjoyed this Chapter. Writing this one was really special to me because, let's be real, the initial chapters were quite dark. It's been so refreshing to delve into a fluffier side of the story. It's like a breath of fresh air, you know? But hey, don't get too comfy just yet! We still have a long journey ahead before everything falls into place. Heaven and the boys are just getting started, and trust me, there are a lot of surprises and twists waiting to unfold. 🤫🫣

Jungkook's character development is really starting to shine through. I can see him slowly breaking free from his conditioning, revealing his true self. And let's not forget about Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi — they're also on their way to embracing their predator hybrid sides. It won't be long before they all fully transform into the powerful beings they were meant to be. 😁🤭

Oh, and can we take a moment to appreciate Hobi's adorable and dramatic personality? He may seem all sunshine and rainbows on the surface, but trust me, there's more to him than meets the eye. Don't let that pretty face and sweet voice fool you! 😏🥴

I'm beyond excited for you all to witness the growth of the hybrids as the story progresses. It's all just brewing under the surface, waiting for the right moment to burst forth. So hang in there, folks! There's so much more excitement to come. 😆

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and supporting me. Your votes and comments mean everything to me and keep me inspired to keep writing. You all are the best!

Sending you all my love as your favorite AUTHOR-NIM. 😗🥰 I promise to do my best to update sooner, so stay tuned for more developments.

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The Lucky Seven | BTS ot7 x reader

Hybrid/Royal AU

~ Chapter 1 ~

[ word count 3400+ ]

❀ genre: dark royal core, hybrid au, royalty au, hybrids/knights!ot7 x human/ princess!reader, afab (she/her) reader, polyamory (mostly ot7 x reader), strangers to lovers, daddy dom, smut and sexual sometimes. tiny bits of horror

❀ warnings: smut, swearing, murder, death (not the reader or ot7 though, I'm not evil), mentions of inbreeding (not between reader or ot7) some unsettling horror depictions, it won't be every chapter though or the whole story, just little bits here and there. (I'm willing to re write chapters for you to read if you can't do horror but still wanna follow along, just ask!🖤)

——— summary ———

In a world of hybrids and humans, following each other closely to extinction, you are one of the last full humans, Princess y/l/n of the emerald nation. humans are essential for the survival of hybrids so why are assailants hunting you and your family down? because of this, the court has decided it’d be best for you to be guarded at all times by the nations strongest knights, you’ve only ever heard of them but have never seen their faces. What will happen once you come face to face with the infamous “lucky seven”?

[ chapter 1 ]

“you will not go.”

Your father states lowly but firmly. The voice sharp enough to slice the chatter amongst the servants into silence. you were having lunch with your mother and father when you made the fatal mistake of bringing up the possibility of you attending tonight’s annual masquerade ball and thereby making your debut to the kingdom.

Ever since you were a little girl you had been sheltered your entire life. You’re told it’s for your own protection, for your people. you have to stay safe and alive to be able to nourish your nation.

being one of the last full blooded humans, you are a target. No one knows what you look like and you don’t know what anyone else looks like as well. Aside from your staff and servants, no one has ever seen your face. The kingdom and nation knows of your existence of course and they love you nonetheless but because of the scarcity of humans, your father has hidden you away in fear of you being kidnapped or worse.

Your father sees you as a priceless pearl, something he has the strong urge to protect. You were his treasure and he himself had a dark past he never got into as to why he was so overprotective. “but father… I’m 22 years old..” you say but as soon as it leaves your mouth, you wish you could take it back.

“Daughter, I know your age. And to question me is to disobey me, please leave your mother and I at once and make your way into your chamber” your father ends the conversation with that, wiping his mouth with his hanker-chief. He’s always been strict and what he says is always final. As you sat across from your mother, you stood up, placing your hands on the cold grey marble table.

You give her a look, furrowing your eyebrows as to say “please say something” but to your dismay she does the same as your father, wiping her mouth then clearing her throat before looking down to finish her meal. You sigh before you give in with a feeble “yes father”. standing up, you make your way out of dining room, feeling sympathetic glances from the staff as you leave the room.

Walking to your chamber you notice the marbled white floor feels a bit chilly today. you walk through the corridor, onto the white stairway, feeling the relief of warm velvet carpet beneath your chilly feet. Walking up the stairs, one by one, you reach the halfway mark.

The sun from the large glass windows on top of the staircase beams through, tickling your eyes. you squint and use your hand to shade your eyes before looking up. You see two birds fly by, disappearing as quickly as they appeared, almost looking like as if they flew into the clouds.

You feel your heart fall heavy, filled with desperation to be like one of those birds, even just for a second. how lucky they were, to be able to go anywhere, anytime they want. no responsibilities.

It’s a little cliche but people are right when they say they wish they were birds you think to yourself. You’ve read hundreds of books and definitely have come across some descriptions of people wanting to be birds. Never understanding though as a child, you would think to yourself “why on earth would one want feathers? And to have a beak? How bizarre” But as an adult, you understood why now. It was about the freedom.

“Your highness, are you alright? Is your heart okay?” No it isn’t. You snap out of your thoughts before you realize you were still standing halfway up the staircase, clutching your chest all the while an old male servant by the name of Lloyd, looked at you with a face of concern. How long did you space out for, you thought.

“Oh yes, thank you. I guess I just got lost in thought” you give a half smile to your servant. His face of concern turned to relief before quickly turning sour again. while waiting for his response you realize he was one of the servants that was in the dining room when that whole theatrical happened with your father.

“Your highness, please forgive me if I’m speaking out of turn but I do feel sorry for you and your predicament. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do to lessen your grievances.” He tries to smile before dismissing himself with a bow and turning away. this of course isn’t unusual, your servants do seem to pity you a lot, which you find ridiculous and kind of ironic, that your “sheltering” has gotten to the point where servants pity a princess!

you’re grumbling as you think and make your way through the upstairs corridor, before eventually finally reaching your room. the oh so familiar two large and tall, white doors stand in front of you. you’ve seen these doors more often than you’ve seen your own face you thought to yourself.

reaching for the diamond knobs you turn them before pushing your way in. The breeze of the outside immediately hits your nose. It’s so fresh and delightful.

Your maids know how stuffy it gets in your chamber and how much you love fresh air so they leave your window open whenever you’re away from your chamber. Your room is cream coloured and filled to the brim with gold accents. High ceilings and lots of books.

Walking towards your desk by the window, you feel your mood start to shift. you feel a bit better despite the little argument you had with father this afternoon. you take a seat in your chair, it’s plush seating immediately coaxing your back into comfort and relaxation.

Inhale… exhale… you look up to your painting above the desk. it’s of two women, dancing in glee at some sort of outdoors festival. you always loved this painting, the happiness they seem to exude, the freedom and love.

They look like they don’t care about the past nor future, they are just focused on the present and what’s in front of each other. Oh how you longed to be that free and content. you feel the familiar heaviness sinking into you chest once again.

you have to feel that freedom, you have to have that happiness at least for one night, dear god, please, just for one night. The desperation in your chest starts to grow more and more. The desperation turns into fear and anxiety.

You feel your palms sweat and your face get hot just at the very thought. Your hands start to shake once you come to the very obvious conclusion. you HAVE to sneak out to the ball tonight.

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“But Lloyd, you said you would do anything” you whine with a pout to your servant. “Your highness I-I might’ve of offered but I didn’t think you would need this! And your father- ohhh no, your father is a very scary man and I don’t think if I-“ you shush Lloyd, the same old male servant from before from the stairway. “shhhh. Keep it down! you aren’t doing anything you aren’t supposed to be doing, just play along. Just- Please.. “ You reply with hopelessness at this point, looking down.

you had hatched the perfect plan. You made it as though you were sleeping in your bed, forming your pillows to the shape of your body underneath the comforter. You were all dressed and had your mask on but even so, you would just have to avoid your personal staff and your parents, no one knew you were the princess and what you looked like.

Your father had luckily assigned Lloyd to sit outside your chamber with the guards. The routine is usually a servant will come in and out, checking on you from time to time making sure you are okay before letting the guards know. they would sit there all night which you had gotten used to over the course of your life.

You were always being watched and protected. a sigh interrupts your thoughts “if you’re caught, I knew nothing.” he says in defeat. your eyes widen with a bright glow and you feel your heart skip a beat before jumping into his arms “thank you, thank you, thank you” you whisper. he knows he shouldn’t be doing this but he can’t help but feel for you and your situation.

But the way you lit up and how fast he heard your heart go at his answer, he didn’t regret agreeing. Suddenly he pulled away from the embrace to face you, “Okay princess but you have to promise me not to leave the castle! please stay within the ball and please don’t get recognized. If you’re in danger please just run back to your chamber and reveal yourself to the servants so we can help you. And-“ the old man was about to continue before you cut him off “I promise I’ll be safe. just leave it all to me” you smiled at him.

He sighed out before he looked down at you and tried to return the smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Okay your highness” He replied. You give him one last smile before you let go and he dismisses himself.

Hearing your chamber door closed, you slowly walked up to your mirror, taking one last look. you were adorned with a long black dress, thin short sleeves resting on your shoulders, décolletage exposed wearing a pearl necklace with a dark green emerald laid in between your collarbones. your bangs were slightly pinned back just enough to show off your black lace mask.

Wearing your silk black gloves, you pulled up your mask to your face. this was the night. Tonight would be the night of your life. you feel yourself start to shake, before you suddenly feel the urge to throw up from all the adrenaline already.

you swallow it back holding your stomach. You thought this would be easy, thinking of it so many times before but now that you’re actually doing it, you are very frightened. You’ve never been by yourself, you’ve never been in public and mostly, you’ve never disobeyed your father.

You start to rethink your decisions. It’s not too late to undress and head to bed your good conscience says. father would never know. no. something snaps in you saying “it’s now or never”.

you shake your hands breathing in and out walking back and forth from your window before looking out to check for the outside night guards. You planned on jumping out your window and making your way to the ball since you’re only up on the second floor. There was also a small tool-shed in front of your window so you decided that you could easily make that jump to on top of it.

Once you’ve noticed that the guards finished their round near your window and were out of sight, you decide you have to just do it, or else you never will. without thinking, you opened your window ever so slightly before making the jump to the top of that very shed you’ve thought about jumping onto for years.

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breathing in and out while looking up at the stars, you just lay there, on top of the tool shed. “I did it” you thought. You start to quietly giggle to yourself.

Even if you didn’t make it to the ball, this was enough. this was the furthest you’ve ever been outside the castle by yourself and it was simply outside your window. you catch eye of the Big Dipper, noting how prettier it looks outside.

You’ve seen the Big Dipper many times before from your window but to be apart of it outside, feels different. there are no walls surrounding you, just miles and miles of horizon. you feel like you’re in space.

“wow..” you say. You’re enjoying being in this new space before you’re brought back to reality with the sound of a snap of a twig. you quickly sat up and gasped.

you looked around into the darkness, squinting in hopes that would somehow improve your night vision. you quickly climb off once you decide that the coast is clear, making your way into the night. you can’t shake the feeling that someone or something is watching you though so you pick up your pace to the entrance.

Turns out your feeling was right. someone was watching you, not a threat though. the hybrid watched in the dark with curiosity as you made your way to the front of the palace. “Hmm” a low voice grumbles from the dark as you’re already long gone.

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“woah…” you say in amazement at the crowd. You made your way to the front entrance where every hybrid of all ages were laughing and chattering. everyone looks beautiful and exquisite, definitely fit for a Royal ball.

You can’t help but smile like you never smiled before in your life. in awe of the different faces and smells, you find yourself all of a sudden getting pushed inside as everyone makes their way in. the crowd forming a moving wave toward the entrance with you in it so you decide to just go with the flow hoping you won’t trip.

As the crowd moves towards inside, it doesn’t take long before everyone starts to disperse into a large and grand ballroom. You gasp in astonishment, why haven’t you ever seen the ballroom when it was decorated like this?

Yes you’ve passed by it many times but the room was always empty and plain. It always felt spacious and dark, a lonely room. but tonight was different, the room had come alive with warmth and gold.

It was as if what was missing were people, smiles and laughter. It felt like an another dimension, the layout was your home but you were somewhere completely different. You made your way to the side of the room, leaning against the wall and just taking in the scene before you.

The sound of trumpets startle you from your bewilderment, panicking and immediately ducking down because you know that could only mean your father is going to make his entrance. “Woahh there miss, it’s just the horns for the king” a deep voice makes you turn your head.

A tall man standing in front of you makes your stomach drop. Looking him up and down real quick you realize, he’s a knight. you’ve never been this close to anyone but your servants, let alone having to speak to them. “o-oh yeah. I know” you quickly say before trying to hide again.

You look at the grand staircase in the middle of the room where it looks like your father will be entering from. Feeling your heart beat faster you turn back to get another look at the man’s face beside you before realizing he hadn’t broken his eye contact on you since he’s spoked. he was wearing a black eye mask but you could tell that he was handsome.

His heart shaped lips and angular jawline. He had dark hair and dark eyes to match, you could feel your palms getting hot and a weird fluttering feeling go off in your stomach just by looking at him. “is there a reason why you don’t smell of hybrid miss?” he broke your thought whilst smirking.

Wait what, smell? “what do you mean?” you question. He continues “well it’s just that, every hybrid has a certain scent that others can decipher as hybrid but it seems that…” he leans closer to smell you as you shiver from the sudden close contact “you don’t have a scent. Not a hybrid scent anyway, and as a hybrid, I shouldn’t even be having to explain this to you as you should know this… right?” He smiles. Shit, you are screwed.

You didn’t know that. otherwise you would’ve stayed in your chamber. Humans and hybrids have differentiating scents? your father never really told you these things as he thought you wouldn’t need to know them.

God damn it, father, you thought to yourself. “I just-“ you were about to continue when you were saved by the bell, or at least you thought you were. It was your father speaking. “Welcome to the 34th annual masquerade ball! please help yourself to refreshments and dance to your heart's content! please enjoy!” He finishes with a bow.

Everyone begins clapping as you find yourself sneaking away to get back to your chamber. Making your way out, you suddenly feel your wrist being grabbed, you gasped before your turned to face the same man you were talking to before. “I know you’re the princess, and I know you shouldn’t be here” he admits with a soft voice.

You feel your knees turn into noodles as you’re caught. “Please oh please don’t tell my Father, I was just about to go back into my chamber-“ you’re cut off when something quickly partially covers your sight. the room went quiet from the sudden fast flying object. you look above the thing partially covering your sight before you realize what it was.

An arrow. in between yours and the man’s face. You gasp, breath hitching, trembling as you look at the man in front of you who also has wide eyes. he suddenly covers you and picks you up bridal style without a thought and yells “THE PRINCESS IS BEING ATTACKED” everyone starts to scream and duck once everyone registers what’s going on.

“the princess?” “What is she doing here” screams and confused chatter quickly spread amongst the ball all the while, your father is standing on top of the stairs frozen in bewilderment.

What were you doing here? Who was attacking? Who’s going after his little girl? Why can’t he move? He can’t do anything but watch everything unfold in shock, still like a statue.

The voices of servants and knights trying to get orders from him, just registering as ringing in his ears. His mouth slightly agape, amongst the chaos, one of his best knights pulls him by the shoulders. “MY LORD” suddenly a loud voice abruptly brought him back from his frozen shock.

He looks up before realizing it’s one of the lucky seven. Ironically, he feels lucky because of this. “get my daughter out of here” is all the king could muster before the knight gave him a stern nod.

Running down the stairs, the knight yells out to his pack member carrying the princess “HOBI, GET HER TO NAMJOON” hobi nods while running to the front to where the said knight named Namjoon resided. The aforementioned knight running down the stairs then took out his sword and quickly looked for his other pack members to take down the asalients.

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you’re frozen. You can’t do anything but watch the horror unfold. This is all your fault, it had to be. People were pushing each other, screaming and crying.

Everyone was running for their lives all the while you were being carried by this unknown knight. You could feel the regret and fear in your stomach churning together to create this whole new awful feeling. You just wanted to go home, you regretted ever coming out.

Your train of thought is broken when the two of you finally made it outside. An even taller and buff looking man ran up to you guys. “Hobi, what’s going on?” he asks concerned while looking back at you both and everyone running past you guys. Who you guess is Hobi, puts you down and replies “this is the princess, she’s being attacked. We need to hide her until the others calm everything down, king’s orders”

Namjoon looks at you in shock “the princess?” before quickly shaking his head, snapping himself out of his own shock before saying “alright, I’ll take her from here”. The buff looking man quickly shape-shifts into his animal form, a large dark grey wolf.

Hobi quickly puts you on top of his back before saying “hang on tight your highness” you do as your told and hold onto the wolf around its shoulders, not being able to wrap your arms fully around because of how truly large he was. Letting your hands sink into his fur, you grab on before he suddenly starts running.

You turn around as the palace behind you becomes smaller and smaller and the screams become quieter and quieter. You turn back to face forward before letting yourself succumb to your adrenaline, now feeling safe. This fur is warm you think to yourself before drifting to sleep, all the while you somehow held onto the hybrid tight the whole ride, too scared to let go or be alone even whilst asleep.

a/n; okay so I know I said I would start writing chapter one tomorrow but I couldn’t wait, I wanted to get the story rolling before I started writing tomorrow again. anyway what did you think? why didn’t Lloyd tell y/n about humans and hybrids having different scents? who was watching her while she was on top of the tool shed? and how did hobi know y/n was the princess 🤔 also who was the knight that broke the king out of his thoughts? So many questions unanswered but continue reading to see what happens! we will be meeting the boys properly next chapter :)

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Impenetrable - Chapter Two

Pairing:  Hybrid/Poly BTS x Reader 

Series Link:  impenetrable masterlist

Word Count: 2,020 ish

Warnings: Mentions of gangs, hitman behavior, mentions of killing

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Recap: 

As the pack eats dinner, You can feel the heaviness from the stress of the day take a toll on you, causing your eyes to flutter. No matter the amount of training the lab or Eanses puts you through, when the body needs something it will either get it or break down. 

And unfortunately for you, your eyes close. 

And when they open, You see your target eye-to-eye with you.

The sudden change in surroundings startles you as your eyes open to find yourself face-to-face with Min Yoongi. The realization hits you like a jolt of electricity, and a surge of panic courses through your veins. How did he find you? Did he sense your presence despite your efforts to remain hidden? 

Your furry ears move a thousand miles a minute, searching for any audio clues. Your eyes search your surroundings, Only Min Yoongi is in the room. There is only one exit. Two if you count the window, but looking out the window, You are on the second floor. How did you even end up here? How did you not wake up while in transit? 

Your eyes land back on Min Yoongi. His gaze on you intensifies. You can’t read his expression, His face is very blank. But as he is your target, the files that you’ve read about him, this was not surprising to you. As you focus back on Min Yoongi, his blank expression is disconcerting. Your training reminds you to stay composed, but the uncertainty of the circumstances tests your resolve.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The air in the room hangs heavy with unspoken questions. Finally, Min Yoongi breaks the silence, his voice low and measured, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" You think for a moment, whatever you say could lead to your demise. Whether by Min Yoongi’s hand or Eanses. 

“I will not lie to you,” You start off, “I was sent here on a mission. But I am sure you were already aware of that. “He scoffs, “No shit.” You shrug, the shrug causing you to realize that you were tied down to the chair that you were sitting in. Min Yoongi smirks, “You’re tied.” Now you scoff, “No shit.” He rolls his eyes, “What the hell are you doing here? I haven’t done anything for the past five years. What the fuck do you want from me?” You sigh, looking down. Yes, you were trained to kill, But watching this pack for the past seven months has gotten you unfortunately attached to them. 

“Sent to eliminate you.” You mutter out. As soon as you said that, Someone bursts through the door, “And you still want to be alone with her?” Alpha says, well more like yells. 

The sudden intrusion startles both you and Min Yoongi. Alpha's commanding presence fills the room, and you can feel the tension escalate. Min Yoongi's expression shifts from annoyance to curiosity, and you're acutely aware of the precariousness of the situation. 

 Alpha's eyes narrow as he assesses the scene, taking in the tied-down figure before him. "Explain," he demands, his tone leaving no room for evasion.  You take a deep breath, considering your next words carefully. 

"I was sent here to eliminate Min Yoongi," you repeat, meeting Alpha's gaze. The admission hangs in the air, and you brace yourself for their reactions.  Min Yoongi smirks again, seemingly unfazed by the revelation. 

Alpha's eyes, however, narrow further, and the intensity of his gaze suggests that your presence poses a significant threat to the pack.  "You're tied because we can't afford to take chances," Alpha states, his voice firm. "Why should I believe anything you say?" Min Yoongi scoffs, “Why would she lie about that? Isn’t it obvious she’s telling the truth?” 

Alpha's gaze shifts between you and Min Yoongi, considering the dynamics of the situation. The skepticism in his eyes persists, but Min Yoongi's endorsement of your truthfulness carries some weight. The atmosphere in the room remains charged with uncertainty.

"Truth or not, we can't ignore the fact that she's here to eliminate me," Min Yoongi says, his tone calm but with an underlying edge. "The question is, what do we do now?"

Alpha remains silent for a moment, contemplating the options. Finally, he issues a command, "Untie her, but keep a close eye on her. We need more answers before making any decisions." Min Yoongi bends down to untie your wrists, once letting them free you try to rub the marks away. 

As you rub your wrists, Alpha warns, "Make a move, and you won't like the consequences. Now, start talking. Who sent you, and why are they after Yoongi?" You shrug, “Either way I am about to end up dead.” The two men’s gaze intensifies for a moment, “Look, we don’t care about what could or could not happen to you. We just want to know who fucking sent you.” Min Yoongi grumbles. You suppose that is fair, You are nothing to them. Looks like they have a lot in common with the humans from the lab. 

You sigh, pulling down the collar of your shirt, to reveal the branding that Eanses gave you many years ago. The giant E that stretches across the skin of your neck cause your target to sharply inhale. The room falls silent as Min Yoongi and Alpha take in the sight of the branded "E" on your neck. Their expressions shift from suspicion to a mix of surprise and realization. 

Min Yoongi's gaze narrows, and he demands, "Eanses? What's your connection to them?" 

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, realizing that your mission has taken an unexpected turn. The dynamics of the situation have shifted, and you find yourself at a crossroads where the truth becomes your only ally. You tell the truth you die, you lie you die. There is no winning for you. Death is the only end deal here. 

“I was created for Eanses.” You admit, your voice steady. “ They worked closely with a hybrid lab that tested on us. There was a group of us, I was the only one that lived, or well ‘passed the tests’.” You sigh, trying not to let the memories of the lab and the people make you crumble in front of your target and his pack, “Once Eanses got word of me passing, they took me. Trained to kill. Conditioned to follow commands without question. My official mission was to eliminate Min Yoongi and anyone in my way.” 

Alpha and Min Yoongi exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. The room remains silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation palpable.  Alpha breaks the silence, his voice stern, "Why are you telling us this now? What changed?"  You meet Alpha's gaze, recognizing the need to explain your unexpected deviation from the mission. Your eyes widen, You have officially failed your mission. 

“I… I’m not sure. Perhaps watching you all live so… freely? It’s quite a selfish thought of mine I suppose, But I knew there was no way I could fuck your lives up. Ending Min Yoongi’s life would most definitely fuck up the packmate’s lives. I was trained to not give a shit and yet I’m giving all of my shits for this random ass pack.” You angrily ramble, However you aren’t angry with the two men in front of you, no, you are angry with yourself. 

The admission of your internal struggle echoes in the room, and your frustration with yourself is easily seen. The unexpected depth of your connection to the pack has thrown a wrench into the well-laid plans of Eanses. Alpha and Min Yoongi exchange another glance, this time with a hint of understanding. 

 Alpha's stern expression softens slightly as he observes your internal conflict. "You chose a different path," he states, his tone less accusatory and more contemplative. "We need time to consider the implications of your presence and the threat Eanses poses to us." 

You nod, understanding the situation that the pack is in. However, You are unsure what this means for you though.

Min Yoongi, who has been mostly silent throughout, finally speaks, "If you're telling the truth, then your mission has obviously failed. And returning to Eanses would mean death. But trust is earned, not given. We'll be watching you closely, and with any sign of betrayal, I will kill you." You nod understanding. 

Your frustration simmers as the weight of your actions sinks in. The pack's decision remains uncertain, and the reality of your failed mission looms heavily over you. “I’ll talk to the others. Explaining everything. I’ll see their reactions and then we will move on from there. You stay here with her. “ 

Alpha's command leaves you alone with Min Yoongi in the room, the air thick with tension. As you process the implications of your failed mission and the uncertain fate that awaits you, Min Yoongi studies you with a contemplative gaze.

The silence stretches, broken only by the distant sounds of the night. Min Yoongi finally speaks, his voice calm, "You've put yourself in quite a predicament. Trust is a rare thing here, it's not something easily earned."

You nod, acknowledging the truth in his words. The weight of your choices and the consequences they carry weigh heavily on your shoulders.

Min Yoongi leans back, crossing his arms, "You're not the only one with a troubled past. We all have our demons. What's your story, aside from being a tool for Eanses?"

As you contemplate how much to reveal, Min Yoongi's question forces you to confront your own history. The vulnerability in his eyes suggests a shared understanding of the complexities that shape a person.

“I don’t know what else to tell you really. I’ve already said all I needed to say.” You shrug. Min Yoongi studies you for a moment, his gaze searching for any signs of deception or hidden motives. The room remains quiet as he contemplates your words.

"You've said what you needed to say, but that doesn't mean your past is irrelevant," he replies, his voice measured. "If you want a chance with the pack, honesty is crucial. Tell me more about the lab, Eanses, and what they did to you."

You hesitate, considering how much to reveal. The vulnerability in Min Yoongi's eyes hints at a shared understanding of pain and struggle. Opening up might be a way to bridge the gap of distrust that currently separates you from the pack.

"Fine," you sigh, “The lab stole me. It was your typical hybrid lab, testing on hybrids Genetic manipulation, conditioning, and training, all that, I’m sure you’re aware. Eanses was already working with this particular lab, trying to create the perfect hitman. And if they were caught and killed oh well because they’re a hybrid. You know? There was a group of like fifteen people who were put through the testing and training for Eanses. They all died, but me. I was successful. Eanses took me as their perfect hitman. I’ve been doing missions since then. This is the only one I’ve failed.”

Min Yoongi listens attentively, and for a moment, there's a glimpse of empathy in his eyes. The bond between you and the pack may still be uncertain, but your willingness to reveal more about your painful past could be a step towards building understanding and trust. 

Min Yoongi absorbs your words, and the weight of your history hangs in the air. The vulnerability you've shared opens a window into the dark chapters of your past, and the shared understanding of pain and struggle begins to bridge the gap between you and your target.

"I've had my fair share of struggles," Min Yoongi admits, his tone softer. "We all carry our demons, but it doesn't define who we are. The fact that you're here, willing to talk about it, suggests there's more to you than just being a tool for Eanses."

The acknowledgment of your shared struggles creates a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Min Yoongi's gaze reflects a mixture of empathy and contemplation, as if trying to decipher the complexities of you. 

"What now?" he asks, breaking the momentary silence. "Even if the pack decides to let you stay, Eanses won't take kindly to your failure." 

You look down, “Death is really my only option here. Sounds gruesome but I am nothing to them, just some spendable life.” 

The conversation is interrupted by the door swinging open. It’s Alpha. “The pack wants to meet you.” 

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[scarlet2007]

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Highschool sweethearts₊︶꒷꒦︶

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

Pairing: Yandere! BTS Jimin x reader. [ Master list ]

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

Warnings: Yandere themes, Kidnapping, use of Chloroform, Possessive and manipulating behaviour, Peer pressure, controlling behaviour.

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

Word count: 1.3k

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

It was finally happening. It was the end of the school year, and Jimin was finally graduating. You were more happy about it than he was, as now you won't have to face him in school anymore.

He was in his senior year of high school while you were in your junior year. Everything was fine, until one day you caught the attention of the sweetest guy in high school. Or at least that's what everyone says he is.

You at first liked him, he was gentle, handsome and popular but never once did he act coldly towards anyone. He would even stand up to those who would get bullied. He was the embodiment of kindness and everyone loved him, even teachers and staff.

And that was what made you helpless.

You could never forget that day, and Jimin made sure that you never will.

Oh, how you wished you never participated in that damned dance competition that your high school organised.

It was the start of the year when the dance competition was announced. You were pretty thrilled to participate as dancing was one of the things you felt confident in. The teacher that was in charge of organizing loved your enthusiasm as you were one of the first people to participate from your year.

You got the second prize in the female category while Jimin got the first prize in male. And in the general category, you got the first prize, a tie between you and Jimin.

You walked up to the stage as you bowed down to the hosts and Jimin, as he was your senior, before taking your certificate and shared trophy. Your hand brushed against his as you both held the trophy, standing close to each other as the photographer took a photo of you both.

Walking off the stage, Jimin caught your hand in his, making you turn around.

"Oh, um, can I have your number? To discuss who should take this trophy, of course." He chuckled nervously, smiling at you as he blushed slightly.

You, of course, were smitten by him. With how cute he looked as he asked you, reminding you of an innocent child asking their parents for something sweetly.

Oh, how wrong you were.

OlYou nodded as you gave him your number without any second thoughts.

Oh, that was one of your many mistakes. Your fate was already sealed.

After that, you and Jimin decided to keep the trophy at your house.

You and Jimin started to chat everyday, to the point that you both were constantly texting each other and talking to each other in real life.

It was almost like a dream! A dream come true!

Oh, but nightmares are dreams too, sweetheart.

It started out small, but soon enough, you started to notice how Jimin was constantly trying to manipulate you. You, at first, thought that perhaps you were being paranoid as Jimin was too nice to do such a thing! And even your best friend agreed when you told her about it. But after a while, it became clear. Jimin was not only manipulative, but also possessive. And when you realised it, it was too late.

You blocked him after confronting him about it several times, and every time he denied such a thing until you had enough and blocked him, but it was hard because having to face him in school everyday was a pain in your ass. Him constantly making a big show of how sorry he was in front of everyone and you had to accept his apology under peer pressure. You had no one. Even your best friend didn't believe you.

And soon enough, you barely talked to anyone but Jimin. And when you weren't talking to Jimin, you were only allowed to talk to females, not that you mind, but the more you obeyed his rules, the more overbearing he started to act. He became too obsessed.

Oh, and didn't I mentioned that you both weren't even dating yet? Ah, yes, that's right, sweetie! You both were still friends! But that all changed that day.

It was the early August, the rain was pouring heavily, and you were walking out from detention. It was the first time you ever got detention and for what? Even you don't know. You walked up to your homeroom to get your books from your locker.

Petals fell over your head from the bucket over the door as you opened it, your eyes widened as your friends, classmates, seniors and even some teachers stood in front of you. The whole classroom was decorated and there was even a cake on a desk. But what made you more shocked was Jimin. He was in the middle, kneeling down as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands before he asked you to be his girlfriend.

That was it, your fate was officially sealed yet again.

You should've said no, and you would've said no if it wasn't for the peer pressure, and Jimin knew it.

Almost everyone was chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!" While you stood there in shock and horror. Before muttering a small "Yes", while trying not to cry. Everyone thought that you were so touched that you got emotional, but only one person knew that your tears weren't of joy, they were of horror. And that person was Jimin.

He smiled sweetly at you as he wrapped his arms around you before kissing the top of your head while whispering, "You're mine." In your ears as you shivered in his arms.

A shiver ran down your shine as Jimin gently shook your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. Jimin smiling face greeted you as he stood in front of you with a rose. He wanted to get the trophy back and you agreed, wanting to get rid of that damned thing as soon as possible as it kept reminding you of your cursed fate. But fews days after prom, he suddenly asked you to take it back, saying that he doesn't want it anymore. You tried to refuse, not wanting to keep that reminder with you anymore and not wanting to meet him either. But he kept insisting, to the point it almost sounded like he was begging you and you agreed to take it back, wanting him to stop calling and texting you every other minute just to beg pathetically.

Oh, you shouldn't have given in, sweetie.

He was standing there with a creepy grin on his face. There is something off about him right now. 'Its probably because of the surrounding...' you thought. Jimin called you to the usual "secret" place that you both made as your "personal hang out place", it was night time now and you are in a forest, not deep but still far enough for no one to notice you both. Jimin first took you here when you were having troubles concentrating, the woods were peaceful, it helped a lot and you wanted to keep this place a secret because you don't want people to come here and make it noisy.

"Sweetheart, I have been waiting for this moment for such a long time..." You looked at him, confused as to why he was looking forward to return the trophy.

He chuckled as he stepped closer to you before pulling you into a hug. He caressed your cheeks gently, he had a handkerchief in his hand and for some reason, it was wet.

You leaned away in disgust as the wet handkerchief touched your face. It wasn't uncommon for Jimin to roam around with a handkerchief, he had a habit of carrying one with him almost everywhere.

"Jimin, the fuc-", you were cut off as he pushed the handkerchief against your mouth and nose, covering it completely. You looked at him alarmed as your hands tried to push him away. You scratched him, tried to push him away, held your breath as much as you could, kicked him, pushed your body against his. You tried it all.

All you could remember was Jimin whispering in your ear sweetly, "You're mine, now no one can take you away from me. No one, even you."

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[mercurygguk]

hii cami for a time stamp i was thinking about oc covering up jungkook’s hickey with makeup before he goes to into work 😂

risqué ; timestamp #12

+18 content below the cut !!

pairing; risqué!jk x risqué!oc

genre; smut/fluff (mentions of sex and hickeys)

[08:28 AM] “you’ve got to be kidding me–“

the words escapes jungkook’s lips in a grumbling voice as he stares at himself in the mirror just as he’s about to button up his freshly ironed white shirt. the purple red-ish bruise on his neck is staring right back at him as he leans closer to the mirror to make sure that he isn’t imagining it.

yep, that’s a hickey.

he smacks his lips before turning to face the culprit – you.

you flash him an innocent smile as you lay stark naked on your side on his bed, barely covered by his black sheets, supporting your head on your hand. the glint in your eyes tells him that you’re fully aware of your actions and the results of said actions.

jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you while pursing his lips, fighting a smile as he steps closer to the bed. your smile turns mischievous as he stands by the end of the bed, his dark gaze focused on you.

“you know i have work in like 30 minutes, right?” he asks calmly, keeping a straight face.

you nod softly before grinning, “oopsies.”

that smile he tried so hard to fight before has the upper hand as it spreads across his face. he shakes his head and reaches for your ankles, quickly pulling you to the edge of the bed. a surprised squeal escapes you as you’re taken off guard. you barely get to register what’s happening before jungkook places both hands on either side of you to lean over you.

“oopsies?” he repeats.

“mhm,” you hum as you nod again, fingertips playing with the opened edges of his shirt, his toned chest still on full display for you to admire.

“you’re gonna be the end of me, baby,” he quietly mutters as he dips down, brushing his lips against yours. however, there’s not a single bit of annoyance in his voice. if anything, it’s adoration. he couldn’t care less if you gave him a hickey – makeup exists for a reason.

“would that be so bad?"

the words are a soft whisper against his lips, causing goosebumps to rise upon jungkook's skin. and it makes him think for a second, your words circling his mind a few times before he shakes his head gently and mutters a quiet 'not really, no' before capturing your lips in a slow and sensual kiss.

a ever so gentle moan escapes your lips as he lets himself be pulled closer, your arms snaking around his neck to hug him closer as your lips lock together in slow, deep kisses. a low whine of protest emits from you when jungkook pulls away just enough to meet your eyes.

"as much as i love this little artwork of yours," jungkook teasingly says while pointing to the hickey you've left on his neck. "i need you to cover it up before i leave."

he presses a quick kiss to your cheek before getting off the bed to finish getting ready, grinning from ear to ear as you let out a annoyed groan at the lack of his body weight on top of you. he slips into his ensuite bathroom to brush his teeth and style his hair before appearing in the bedroom again.

obedient as ever, you've already found your makeup and are patiently waiting for him on the edge of the bed, still very naked but jungkook doesn't mind it; he loves that you're comfortable enough around him to not cover yourself up.

"where do you want me?" he asks, standing in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

your eyes rake over him, taking him in as he stands in front of you in all of his tall, handsome glory. as much as you love to see him naked too, you love this look on him; the slacks, the cinched waist with an expensive belt, his crisp white button up shirt which always has a few buttons undone. jungkook isn't a tie guy – he rarely wears them.

"right here," you tell him, patting the spot next to you. a bunch of other answers ran through your mind but now's now the time to get freaky. he needs to leave for work in less than ten minutes.

once you've covered up the purple bruise you so kindly gave him earlier, jungkook thanks you with another deep kiss, leaving you breathless as he gets off the bed and gathers his stuff to leave. before leaving the bedroom altogether, he makes sure to kiss you once more; deeply and as if he has all the time in the world.

"meet me here again at six," he tells you between kisses, a faint smirk on his lips, "don't bother putting your clothes back on."

and then he's gone, heading to work and leaving you to spend the whole day by yourself in his big and quiet apartment.

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[vlovers]

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From the moment I loved

I knew you are the one

And no matter whatever I do

Ohh, hmm

I will never not think about you

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