#bts!au

[syubseokie]

jealous (m) | jjk

― pairing: fem!reader x jungkook (jeon jungkook); fem!reader x vmin if you squint ― genre: established relationship!au, non-idol!au, smut ― warnings: age gap (2 years), swearing, alcohol, jealous!reader x jealous!jungkook, noona kink (sorry not sorry), explicit sexual content, softdom!jungkook, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, light choking, squirting, creampie ― summary: reader is jungkook’s hot older girlfriend and is well-acquainted with the clubbing lifestyle. Along with yoongi, hoseok, jimin and taehyung, they head out to one of the clubs where jungkook fights an internal battle regarding his girlfriend. OR the one where our reader has a ‘noona’ kink and jungkook almost fucks her in an elevator ― notes: this is a re-written version of my 2015 story that you can find here. loosely inspired by nick jonas & tinashe’s ‘jealous (remix)’ (2016) and man-bun!jungkook | cross-posted from ao3

∞

Friday night.

You carefully apply a coat of what you have dubbed your favourite ‘black like my soul’ lipstick, then place a tissue between your plump lips. “How far away are you and the boys?” you ask into your cell phone that sits atop your vanity dresser. You closely examine your painted lips in the mirror, liking what you see.

Perfect, you smirk.

“We’re around the corner,” a deep voice on the other end of the core replies and your core clenches in memory of the face the voice belongs to. “Are you almost ready?”

Stepping back to admire your reflection, you smooth down the wrinkles in your skirt and turn on every angle to see if anything is out of place. “I’m just doing my final touches,” you answer, raising the volume of your voice just a tiny bit so they can hear. “Do you want to beep and I’ll come out, or did you want to come inside first?” You begin to pack the necessary makeup, your ID, and credit cards into a small purse.

Some rustling on the other end is heard before the male responds, “We’ve actually just pulled up in front of your apartment if you’re ready.”

Checking your reflection one last time and sending a quick selfie with the caption ‘guess who’s going out tonight?’, you switch your bedroom lights off, then proceed to make sure that all the necessary electrical switches around your apartment are turned off as well. “I’m just locking up now and I’ll be down in less than two.”

“Okay then, noona,” the voice says, “see you soon.”

∞

“Is she on her way down?” Jimin asks, squinting out the car window for any sign of the female.

Jungkook makes a humming noise as he ends the call and slides his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “She’s just locking up.”

“Are you excited, Kook?” The excited grin Taehyung wears matches the energy in his voice. “This is your guys’ first time clubbing together, right?”

The youngest male shrugs with nonchalance, hiding his nerves.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Jimin exclaims. “He gets to show off his hot, older girlfriend.”

Even before the two of you had started dating, Jungkook knew you were a social butterfly that thrived on having your Friday and Saturday filled with drinks and dancing. It is how we met after all, he muses. Your reputation for getting “turnt up”, as Taehyung had once so eloquently put it, was renowned within the group, and it was common knowledge that you were a “go hard or go home!” type of party person.

A smack on his shoulder brings Jungkook out of his thoughts and Jimin points out the window. “Here she comes.”

Hoseok, who is sitting in the driver’s seat as the night’s DSD (Designated Sober Driver), whistles in appreciation.

“Better watch your girl,” Taehyung jesters, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jungkook glances out the window and he can’t help that the sight of you exiting the building makes the area around his crotch a just a little bit tighter.

You look drop-dead hot and you know it. Sauntering towards the vehicle wearing a black velvet spaghetti strap mini dress and your ‘step on my neck’ thigh high stilettos in the same colour, you know the boys are looking at you and you can’t help but add a little more sway to your hips as a smirk graces your dark lips. The front passenger seat window rolls down to reveal Yoongi giving you a once-over.

“Is it too late to say I like pussy?” he jokes, and you playfully twirl like you’re on a catwalk; revealing a cheeky glimpse of your backside and the thin black material that sits comfortably between your round cheeks.

“Only if Hoseok joins.”

The car door opens and Jungkook steps out, looking absolutely delectable in a light charcoal gray suit with his freshly dyed purple locks pulled back in a bun. The two of you share a hungry look, and as you slide into the car, Jungkook is tempted to pull you back out and drag you back into your apartment.

“Gentlemen,” you greet, putting your seatbelt on, “How are we all?”

They greet you excitedly, complimenting your look for the night.

“It’s giving Ariana Grande’s ‘Break up with your Boyfriend.” Taehyung muses, childishly snapping the strap of your dress. “Spicy.”

You roll your eyes and focus your attention on the boy sitting next to you. A genuine, soft smile appears on your face as you take Jungkook’s hand and place a kiss on his tattooed knuckles. “Hi baby,” you whisper softly, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He squeezes your hand affectionately, loss for words, when the black choker around your neck catches his eye and he zeroes in on the small diamante initials dangling in the centre.

JK.

His brain short-circuits and his pants grow uncomfortably tighter. The sound of your voice saying his name brings him out of his stupor and his gaze quickly travels down your form, soaking you in. When his eyes meet yours, he notices the pink in your cheeks and the slight hitch in your breath when his fingers reach up to touch the material around your neck.

“Do you like it?” Your words are barely audible, only loud enough for him to hear, and he nods before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and wrapping you under his arm.

“You look beautiful, noona.”

You preen at the compliment, but you can’t help but notice that there is something off. You are not sure how or what it is, but the slight twitch in his pierced brow and the clenched fist on his lap has you concerned. “Jungkook,” you cup his face, bringing his attention to your slightly worried face. “Are you alright? You seem a little on edge?”

He isn’t sure how to answer but he feels awful when he sees your eyebrows stitch together in uncertainty. “I’m fine,” he reassures. He un-clenches his fist and caresses the apple of your cheeks. Your eyes close and you lean into his soft touch; the smell of him overwhelming your senses with comfort and longing. “Just a little tired, that’s all. I’ll be fine once we get to the club.” He boops your nose affectionately, breaking into a smile that warms your heart and the space between your legs.

You return his smile and whisper playfully into his ear, “We don’t have you go out tonight if you don’t want to. I’m happy just to stay home and have our own little birthday celebration.”

“We already did,” his tone matches the sultriness in your own, “On my actual birthday night, remember?”

You smirk knowingly. “Oh, I remember. And I won’t argue against skipping tonight if we get to do it again.”

A gagging noise breaks the obvious sexual tension between the two of you, and you both turn to glare at Jimin who is staring back at you with a semi-disgusted look on his face. “I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you two get up to in the room but unless you’re inviting all of us, please don’t make me privy to it.”

You grin mischievously. “All you have to do is ask, Park.”

His cheeks are red with embarrassment - and arousal, which he will vehemently deny - and you send him a flirty wink and air kiss before settling back into Jungkook’s embrace. The light touch of your lips on his cheeks and the cheers from your friends as Taehyung passes around a flask is enough to calm Jungkook’s nerves.

∞

The club is as busy as expected. You weren’t really one to skip lines, but seeing that you actually knew one of the bouncers ― “Namjoon!” you cry happily, engulfing the tall blond in your arms and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Your eyes bulge at his solid chest. “Since when did you get these?” ― you and the boys were lucky enough to bypass the thirty minute wait and get a free round of drinks from the Bar Manager and Namjoon’s boyfriend, Seokjin.

Jungkook won’t admit it, but your friendly personality and knack for knowing everyone did have its benefits.

However, standing at the bar next to Yoongi and Hoseok watching you and the dynamic duo grind to the beat of whatever generic pop remix the DJ is spinning, does nothing to placate the irritated feeling in his chest. His grip on the glass in his hand tightens and his left eye twitches when you grind your backside provocatively against Taehyung’s belt and Jimin slides his thigh between your legs. Your arms are wrapped around Jimin’s neck loosely and your head is thrown back against Taehyung’s shoulder while his hands rest comfortably on your hips, guiding them along to the beat of the music.

“I know that look,” Seokjin says loudly as he rests his arms on the counter, slightly scaring the younger male. “Think of it this way; at least she’s not doing that with two complete strangers.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens as he takes a sip of the strong drink. “I would rather her not be doing that with anyone at all.”

Yoongi side-eyes Jungkook with concern. “Are you alright kid? You seemed upset earlier this evening.”

“It’s nothing.” Jungkook waves his hand dismissively before finishing his drink. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, encouraging the younger to speak. “It’s just that...” he sighs, unsure of how to continue, “I know the three of them have history―”

“The three of them have been friends for a very long time,” Hoseok, his chin resting on Yoongi’s shoulder, interrupts with a comforting, but firm, smile. “I know where your mind is at, JK, but Yoongi and I have also known her just as long as those two have. Trust us. Trust them.

“Trust her.” Yoongi finishes, sending Hoseok a thankful smile and subtly rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

Jungkook casts another look out onto the dance floor and sees you sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin, head thrown back in full laughter as they lead you in a very awkward yet hilarious three-person tango.

Sighing guiltily, he scans the nearest bathroom and tells his friends he’ll be right back. Thankfully there is no line and he nods at the security guard standing in front of the bathroom door. It is empty inside so he quickly relieves himself then washes his hands. As he pulls his hair into a small ponytail ― “Man bun,” he hears you chide with a small giggle ― letting a few tendrils frame his face, he stares at his reflection.

Come on man, he scolds, get it together.

He splashes some water on his face, and then with one final look in the mirror for confidence, he exits the bathroom. He immediately spots Hoseok and Yoongi on the dance floor with you, and his eyes soften as he watches the four males cheer and hype you up. He is undeniably in love with you, and when he locks eyes with you amongst the crowd, your lips curling into a coaxing smirk, he feels the blood from his head rush down to the semi-hard appendage in his pants.

He begins to make his way through the crowd when suddenly, he feels a light tap on his shoulder.

Confused, he turns around and is greeted by a petite female he doesn’t recognise.

“Sorry,” she says, nervously biting her lips, “I don’t mean to bother you…” she casts a quick look backwards.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brows furrowing in concern. He follows her gaze, trying to see what she is looking at or looking for, but the woman is already facing him. She steps closer to him and he forces himself to remain in his spot. “Is something wrong?”

She lowers her head hesitantly and Jungkook has to bend to hear her, “My ex is at the bar and has been harassing me all night.”

Not one to leave someone unhelped, Jungkook scans the area for any available security. “Do you need me to call security?”

“No!” she cries, confusing him. Before he can react, she grabs his hands and places them on her hips before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer. “He’s not dangerous, just persistent. If he sees me dancing with someone else, he’ll leave me alone.”

“Oh.” Jungkook gulps nervously and he can feel his hands getting clammy. “Um…” he tries to inconspicuously wipe his hands on her dress, but the movement is misconstrued when the female takes it as a sign to press her body closer to his.

∞

“I should probably go and help him,” you sigh pitifully, watching your sweet, sweet boyfriend struggle to politely remove the woman’s arms wrapped around his neck. You can’t help but feel a certain type of way as your eyes rake over Jungkook’s toned figure. His shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoos, and your mouth salivates at the sight. Never have you been so attracted to someone before.

It’s something you consider making very clear to the woman trying to seduce your boyfriend on the dance floor.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice?” Taehyung jokes as he and Jimin stand either side of you, also watching the scene in front of them. The three of you are resting against a wall that gives you a full visual of the dance floor, while Yoongi and Hoseok have wandered to the bathroom.

“Please. I don’t get jealous.”

As if mocking you, the DJ smoothly transitions the current set into Nick Jonas and Tinashe’s remix of ‘Jealous’, and your two friends snicker at the irony.

“I think both the universe and the DJ disagrees with you.”

“Don’t make me stab you with my heel, Kim.”

He has the audacity to wink. “Wouldn’t be the first time, babe.”

“I’ll make sure it hurts this time.”

“Promises, promises,” he tuts, running a hand through his honey-blonde locks.

“If you two are finished sharing your pain kinks,” Jimin interrupts with an eye roll at your antics, “I think our golden boy might actually need rescuing.”

Landing one last jab in your friend’s abdomen, you redirect your attention back to your boyfriend. Your eyes narrow when the female whispers in his ear, a flirtatious smile painting her red lips, before she spins and seductively slides her body down his front and then slowly grinds her backside back up his leg.

Wordlessly, you push yourself off the wall and make your way towards Jungkook, leaving Jimin and Taehyung watching you maneuver through the crowd. They admire the way your presence alone has people seamlessly moving out of your way.

“The power she holds…” Jimin murmurs.

Taehyung nods in agreement, licking his lips.

∞

Jungkook is frozen when the woman turns around and faces him once again, her chest against his and her lips dangerously close to his neck. He doesn’t deny that the woman in his arms is attractive, but the strong scent of her perfume tingles his nasal senses in a not-so-nice way, and he fights the urge to sneeze.

She peers up at him with a small, flirtatious smile. “I’m sorry for coming so strongly onto you like this,” she purrs, and Jungkook notes that the coquettish lilt in her tone is anything but apologetic. “But I really appreciate you coming to my rescue.”

I didn’t though, Jungkook thinks to himself. His fists clench at his side. “It’s not a problem…” he curses the way he stumbles over his words. “Do you think your ex has left yet?”

The woman hums, throwing an all-too-quickly half-hearted look over her shoulder before returning her attention back to the young male. “No, he’s still there. We’ll just have to keep dancing until he gets bored.” Her eyes flutter innocently. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Uh…” Before Jungkook can even think of a reply, he feels an arm slide between his and gently grab his hand. The touch is familiar and Jungkook visibly relaxes as you stand next to him and uncurl his fist to interlace his fingers with yours. “Noona…” he breathes in relief.

To anyone looking, the smile on your face appears warm and easy-going. But Jungkook recognises the look in your eye, and he’s torn between being grateful or nervous. “Baby,” you coo, placing a soft kiss on Jungkook’s cheek that has him blushing at the public display of affection. “Who’s your friend?”

The woman pauses, the frown on her face declaring her obvious unhappiness at your presence, then folds her arms defensively. “We were just dancing.”

“When?”

The woman falters. “When what?”

“When did I ask?” Your tone is sharp, scathing, as you finally turn your attention to her and raise a perfectly arched brow; silently daring her to speak.

Like something out of a K-drama scene, the female scoffs. “Who are you? His girlfriend?”

You almost laugh at the cheesiness. Thanks to the inches in your heels, you stand a few centimetres taller than her, making your presence that more intimidating. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Is he not allowed to dance with other women?” she sneers and you sigh, bored.

Deciding to ignore the woman altogether, you gaze at Jungkook, who is staring back at you adoringly, your free hand creeping up his back to lightly graze the back of his neck. You ask, “Home time?” and he nods fervently. Without sparing another glance at the female, you lead Jungkook by the hand. Just like Jimin and Taehyung, he is in awe at how your presence parts the crowd on the floor like the Red Sea.

The two of you reach the rest of the boys by the bar, and with a simple, “we’re off; love yous” followed by Hoseok reminding you to text them when you get home, the two of you exit the club and catch a taxi back to your apartment.

∞

Although the ride back to your apartment is quick, Jungkook struggles to hold himself together in the backseat as your hands lightly trace non-existent patterns on his thigh while holding a small conversation with the driver. He doesn’t know how you’re able to multitask so effortlessly when he’s shifting uncomfortably at the tightness in his pants, but he draws it up to one of your many talents.

When the taxi pulls up outside your apartment complex, Jungkook hurriedly places a large bill in the driver’s hand, telling him to keep the change, before helping you out of the car and pulling you towards the entrance to your building. Your melodic laughter rings throughout the lobby as you wait for the elevator ― your building’s security guard acknowledges the two of you from their post with a knowing smile ― and when the doors close and the lift ascends, Jungkook’s large hands are cupping your face as he presses his lips against yours. He licks at the seam of your mouth, foregoing any softness you’re used to, and when you part your lips, his tongue is exploring every crevice inside.

There is urgency and want in the kiss which you return happily.

Reaching up, you playfully tug on the man bun that has been giving you grief since the start of the night and Jungkook moans at the sensation of his hair being pulled. The sound shoots straight to your core, and you grind helplessly against his thigh that slides between your legs. You moan at the friction.

With one hand, he frantically pulls your already short dress higher; his palm sliding the material further up before gripping your thigh and wrapping it around his waist, the heel of your boot digging into his back deliciously. You sigh happily; the cool metal of his buckle hitting your centre. It’s not exactly what you want, but you don’t complain. Anything will do if it is rubbing against your covered clit.

Jungkook smirks into the kiss and grinds his hard, albeit clothed, cock against your core. The sound you make drives him crazy. “You’re so needy, noona.” He pants, trailing kisses down the column of your neck. He is greeted by the velvet material around your neck, and the bejewelled initials dangling in the centre brings out something feral in him. “Did you wear this just for me, hm?” he asks, fingers lightly grazing the choker.

“Jungkook…”

He raises a pierced brow and you can’t find it in yourself to argue at how hot the simple action is. “While I enjoy hearing my name spill from your lips, that’s not the answer I was looking for.”

You’re dazed and confused, the bright lights from the elevator blinding you as you feel Jungkook’s deft fingers lightly graze your neck, your clavicle, down between the valley of your breasts, and then disappearing beneath your dress. You can barely breathe his name, but when you feel the briefest of touches against the material covering your centre, you can’t help the long drawn out “yes” that falls from your lips. The sound is embarrassingly pornographic, and you hate that with just the simplest of touches, Jungkook has you reduced to a wanton mess.

“Say it again for me.” Your boyfriend coaxes, his long digits inching towards the band of your underwear. “Did you wear that choker just for me?”

You bite your bottom lip in an effort to keep your noises at bay, but Jungkook is having none of that. He kisses you harshly, nipping your lip hard but not enough to draw blood, as his fingers slide beneath the material that guards the place where you want him most. You move your hips reflexively against his thigh, but the pressure isn’t enough, making you whimper needily. “Kook...please...want you…”

“Right here?” Jungkook asks, his fingers caressing your lower lips. “In this elevator?”

You whimper again and Jungkook offers you a moment of reprieve. The pads of his fingers find the nub hidden between your lower lips, and you sigh in relief. Gently, he rubs circles and whispers words of encouragement as your arms come up behind his neck and your hands find purchase in his hair. Sliding your wetness from your clit to your entrance, you shiver at the feeling, pleading with him to use his fingers. “Jungkook…” you moan, grinding down. “Stop teasing. Please.”

His thumb on your clit feels euphoric, but your core clenches around nothing and you want more. Need more. His lips are on your neck and his voice is soft when he says, “Whatever you want, noona.”

Satisfaction and excitement courses through your body when he rubs his middle finger against your entrance, but the feeling is interrupted when the sound of the elevator doors opening pulls you from your reverie.

“Fuck!” Jungkook growls in frustration and he reluctantly retracts his fingers to help adjust your clothes.

The two of you are breathing heavily when you part, dishevelled, but the look you share is animalistic and impatient. You exit the lift and swiftly walk to your apartment door; Jungkook right at your heels, his hands tightly gripping your sides and his teeth lightly nibbling on the clear expanse of your neck. Your mind is clouded with arousal and want as you struggle to open your door.

“Noona,” he grunts, grinding his hard length against your cheeks, “If you don’t hurry and open your apartment, I will fuck you against this door and I won’t care who sees us.”

You are tempted to just let it happen when your core clenches around absolutely nothing, but the sliver of conscious that reminds you that you like living in this building and footage of you having sex with your boyfriend in the hallway is a one-way ticket to eviction is enough for you to clumsily unlock your front door. The two of you stumble into your place, quickly dropping your belongings on the side table near the entrance followed by a swift back kick that slams the front door close.

Without warning, Jungkook pins you against the door, the look in his eyes commanding you to stay put as he drops to his knees. His hands are soft as he brings one leg up over his shoulder and noses your thigh up your dress. The smell of you is familiar and the purple-haired boy snarls at the memory of your taste.

“Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me,” he whispers and you nod frantically, hoping he foregoes the teasing and puts his tongue where you so desperately want it. You thread your fingers through his hair, discarding the elastic holding his hair together, and push your hips against his face. If there is one thing you’re not, it’s patient. Jungkook knows that all too well. He smirks at your frustration. “You looked so fucking hot tonight, noona―” the title makes you preen and your boyfriend teases your centre with his fingers with a chuckle. “I really wish we had just stayed home like you suggested. But then I would have missed the show tonight. Who knew you could be so possessive?” He slides the flimsy material covering what he so desperately craves and swipes his tongue between your lower lips.

“Fuck!” You pull his hair and dig the heel of your boot into his back. There is vague recognition of the pattern he draws against your clit to be the spelling of his own name, rendering you speechless, but then he is pushing a single digit into your dripping core. The stretch is pleasant and you throw your head back whilst pushing his face against your centre.

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. His eyes close as he savours your taste, adding another finger and drawing out another sinful moan from your lips. Your hips move in tandem with his tongue on your clit, words stuttering into nothing but delicious moans and cries. He feels you clench around his fingers and the memory of you clenching around his cock is enough to cause said cock to harden in the tight confines of his pants. As desperate as he is to fuck you senseless, he needs you to come on his fingers first. Reluctantly, he pulls his mouth away, hushing your whimpers with gentle praises as his fingers move in and out of you.

“You’re so good for me, noona.”

“Look at you; so pretty while fucking yourself on my fingers, pretending it’s my cock.”

“Tell me what you want, baby, what you need.”

The coil in your gut is winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers inside of you. With the added pressure of his finger rubbing your clit, it takes no time at all for you to be falling over the metaphoric edge of your climax. You cry out in euphoric pleasure, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Jungkook...Jungkook...Jungkook…”

Both your hands find purchase on the door behind you, grinding down on his fingers as you allow his soft words to guide you through your orgasm. His fingers slowly pull out of you and he brings the digits to his mouth. Your breathing is heavy and uneven, but the sight of Jungkook slurping on your juices makes your pupils dilate. He groans as if he’s never tasted anything better, and without warning, pulls your hips forward and thrusts his tongue up into you.

“Motherfucker!”

Jungkook chuckles darkly. “That’s not my name.”

You’re sensitive, but the younger male is relentless. “Kook...please...I can’t…”

“Need one more from you, noona,” he urges, staring up at you with desperation in his eyes, “I need one more from you and then I’ll give you my cock.”

The promise has you keening, his tongue working fucking magic on your clit, and your hands frantically find purchase anywhere they can hold on to. One hand grips Jungkook’s locks tightly, making him moan earnestly, and the other finds your nipple and you play with it voraciously. You can feel your second orgasm inching its way deliciously up your body, making your toes curl in anticipation. “Oh my god,” you pant, “Fuck!”

Jungkook ignores the sharp pain of your heel but relishes in the sting of his hair being pulled and the taste of you trumping all other sensations. He’s desperate for you to come. “Come on baby,” his words coax you gently, muffled by your pussy. “Come for me.”

You’re forced to do nothing but obey as the work of his tongue and the commanding tone in his voice brings you over the brink a second time. Your eyes roll back as your juices gush out and Jungkook laps it up like a man starved of hydration. Your grinding comes to a slow halt, releasing your grip on his hair, and when he feels that he’s had enough, Jungkook pulls away with gentle kisses marking your thigh. His chin glistens with your juices and you swear the image almost makes you come a third time. He drags your panties down your leg before slowly standing to his full height and wrapping your leg around his waist. He kisses you softly on the lips.

You’ve never been a fan of tasting yourself after you’ve come, but Jungkook loves the way you taste and loves kissing you, so you fall complacent to his touches. You whine when he grinds his hard cock against your bare centre and you see his eyes turn feral.

“Kook…”

“C’mon baby,” his sweet, velvet voice comforts you as he undoes his belt and pulls his cock from the confines of his pants. “Do you think you can take me, noona? Hm? I think you can…”

You’re absolutely exhausted but the promise of a third orgasm and Jungkook’s thick cock has you spreading your legs willingly.

“That’s a good girl…”

Bracing himself against the door with one hand and holding your body up with the other, he uses your juices to coat himself before sliding into you in one gentle thrust. You both moan at the contact.

“Oh god―fuck!”

“Christ, you’re so tight.”

“Kook...please move!”

At those words, he begins thrusting in and out of you, gently at first, and as your moans increase in volume, as does his pace. You’re oversensitive and tired but the feeling of his thickness dragging against your walls is too immensely pleasurable for you to ask him to stop. He’s breathing heavily into your ear and the feeling of your slickness mixed with sweat is driving you crazy. He whispers your name and you whimper in response.

“I want you to ride me. Can you ride me? Please?” His voice is deeper and needier.

Without words, you use all your strength to push him off, and when he sees the hungry look in your eye, Jungkook is quick to take off his shirt and his pants. You momentarily admire his tattoo sleeve before pouncing on him. You disregard the fact that the two of you are still in the entrance of your apartment as you line your wet centre with his pulsing member. It’s not like it’s the first time it has happened. Sliding down on his cock elicits a deliciously loud moan from your lips, harmonising with Jungkook’s deep growl.

With your hands on his firm chest, you find it easy to bounce up and down, setting the pace; sharp, quick, deep. You cry out when his tip hits a particular spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

The look on your face is pure pornography and Jungkook can’t get enough. Not happy being the only one naked, he tugs at your dress, bringing it up over your head and throwing it in an unseen direction. Next is your black lacy bra and Jungkook, with a proud smirk, unclasps it in record time with one hand. As soon as your chest is bare, his large hands have engulfed them and his fingers are twisting at your pert nipples.

The sight of you bare with nothing but your boots and choker is a memory he hopes to have for the rest of his life.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you throw your head back and grind down relentlessly on his cock. The pain from the oversensitivity melds into desperate pleasure as you rock back and forth.

“That’s it, noona.”

“You’re so perfect for me, you know that?”

“God, I love watching you ride me.”

“You are so fucking beautiful. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

His words are deep in your ears, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Jungkook can see how close you are and his thrusts upwards, matching your movements, to also bring him closer to his orgasm. With one hand occupied with your nipple, he brings the other one up and encloses it around your throat.

His grip is loose, but the knowledge that he could apply pressure at any given time makes you even wetter.

“I want you to come for me a third time, baby. Can you do that? For me?”

You nod, whimpering when you feel his thumb stroke your windpipe. His smile is dark and wanting.

“Good girl.”

Wanting to please him, you increase your movements; slamming down and then grinding against his pelvis. You are so, so, so tired but Jungkook’s thrusts continue to match yours, bringing you closer to the feeling you so desperately crave. Your pussy clenches around his cock and he grunts, the sound going straight to your core.

“Baby,” you whimper, digging your nails into his chest and leaving crescent-shaped marks, “I think I’m going to…”

“Are you going to come?” he asks.

You nod frantically.

“Good. Come.”

With the feeling of your clit dragging against his pelvis as he pistons in and out of you, his fingers playing with your nipples, and the slightly added pressure against your throat, you come hard with a ragged, choked cry; Jungkook’s name falling from your lips. Your eyes roll back as the orgasm takes over your body and you feel your wetness gushing out of you, soaking his thighs and making a mess on the apartment floor. Your body twitches, your pussy clenches, and yet your hips still rock against his.

Jungkook is in absolute awe of you as he gently removes his hand from your throat. His eyes struggle to find a solid place to rest as he etches your expression into memory, before dragging his gaze down to the wetness still gushing out and coating his cock. He has never seen anything hotter and he says just as much.

“Fucking look at you, noona,” his voice is thick with lust as his hands guide your hips back and forth. “You’re absolutely drenched and you’ve made such a mess.”

You whimper, pleading with Jungkook that you’re too sensitive to continue.

“I know baby,” he coos, his thrusts never ceasing. “I’m gonna come now, okay? I’m gonna come inside of you.”

You nod, too exhausted to reply, and allow Jungkook to use your body to his liking. Sweat dots your face as Jungkook increases his pace, and with a softest smile, he smashes his lips against yours and comes with a guttural moan. The feeling of him coating your insides spurs you into a surprising fourth orgasm, and you tremble in mild delight.

“Fuck―” Jungkook’s eyes closed as holds you close. “Baby, are you coming again?”

You nod tiredly, grinding down softly as to prolong the glorious feeling. Exhausted, you collapse on top of Jungkook, sighing when you feel your juices and his semen drip down your thighs. “Holy fuck…” you murmur.

The smell of sweat and sex linger the air; the smell of a good time.

Jungkook quietly laughs as he brings his arms around you. “You can say that again. How are you feeling? Did I push you too hard?”

His fingers stroke your bare back mindlessly, lulling you into a safe space of sleepiness. “No,” you answer softly. “But I do regret not taking this to the room because now we have to move and I just don’t have the energy.”

“Tired you out, did I?” His tone is cocky and if you had the energy, you would smack him.

“Something like that.”

Jungkook smiles lovingly at your fatigued form. “C’mon noona,” he cajoles tenderly, both of you wincing when he pulls you off of him and sluggishly removes your boots. “I’ll go run the shower and then we can snuggle into bed. How does that sound?”

You hum contently, your legs feeling like jello as you slowly stand before making your way to your ensuite bathroom. “I like the sound of that.”

fin.

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a/n: hiya!

this one took a little bit longer for me to write and edit. i decided to write this as i was planning the sequel-not-sequel for my hobi fic i posted last week because i found that i was struggling with trying to write smut. i figured that an easier way to get me into the groove of writing smut again would be to just re-write one of my old smut fics. So here we are! i'm super nervous about it, but i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts.

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Chapter - #16A

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Diner Boy

Summary: You meet a pretty boy at a diner who offers to fix your car, his name is Taehyung and you think he's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen [Rated PG]

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Jimin was your best friend in the entire world.

Jimin was also a shopaholic.

There was only a handful of times were you'd let him drag you along with him on a shopping day, today being one of them. You regretted it almost immediately, practically throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of Prada before he finally let up, rolling his eyes and calling you dramatic before pushing you out of the store for lunch.

Many hours and clothes from a different tax bracket later, we were out of that stupid store and trying to cross the street without getting run down. Jimin hooked his arm in yours and pulled you across the street, ignoring your screams about the crosswalk saying 'wait' over and over again. When the chickens finally crossed the road, you drifted into the diner you usually ended up in after a drunk night and sat in your usual booth.

"This place looks different in the daylight," I commented, "Not bad."

"Coffee," Jimin said robotically, slamming his fist down on the table top when a waitress came by. She didn't even have the chance to open her mouth yet, immediately taking a step back when he looked at the caffeine-lacking craze in Jimin's eyes.

"Anything else?" She asked shakily.

You squinted your eyes at the menu and nodded, "Yeah I'll get a cup of hot tea, earl grey, also waters for us both, can I get a grilled chicken sandwich with fries instead of the side salad? And the same but with no tomatoes for twitchy." You listed easily, gesturing to Jimin before closing your menu with a snap and handing it back to her.

She blinked once and nodded, leaving without another word.

"I think you scared her," You pointed out.

"If it wasn't me then it was you with your whole memorized order thing," He countered.

You shrugged- what can you say? You like to be efficient.

Jimin and you had the same orders every time you came here, it was the same order you had growing up at the diner by your house. You had known each other since you were three and you had moved into the house next door to mine. One game of red light, green light and that was it- friends for life. Not even adulthood could separate you, ending up at a college where Jimin moved to pursue dancing after high school. So here you were, sitting at a diner together again, a million years later but still the same.

The waitress came back with your orders faster than normal, scurrying out of your way as soon as possible.

You took another sip of your tea and skimmed over the room, looking for your waitress to ask if they had sugar free syrup but finding something more interesting instead. Tall, dark, and handsome- the guy who had just walked in looked like he just walked off a k-drama set, with black fluffy hair and a square jaw contrasting it.

You couldn't help but stare, seeing that guy was the first time you had been interested in anything at all in awhile. Something about the way he moved- it made you want to keep looking at him.

"Are you zoned out?" Jimin asked. You could see his confused expression from the corner of your eye as he followed your line of sight, now also looking towards the boy.

"No," You said quickly, snapping your attention back towards your food.

"Were you checking out that guy with the angry look on his face? He looks kinda...not your type." He said, scrunching his nose like he wasn't objectively good looking. "He kinda looks high, or is he just completely over whoever he's with?"

"I don't care, I wasn't checking him out, drop it." you panicked, looking at Jimin so you didn't accidentally start staring at him.

"Why don't you try talking to him?" He offered.

"Because I'm not fucking Beyoncé, ok? I'm a pussy." You snapped, straightening my posture. "Does my hair look flat?"

"Weird that you think Beyoncé would ever have to make the first move with a very normal looking guy," Jimin looked at you awkwardly, tipping his head to the side, "Also- you know, I don't really know what you mean by flat. Is your hair supposed to stick up?"

Jimin had a confused look on his face and you ignored him, focusing instead on your tea. You heard a clanging and looked up in surprise, zeroing in on Jimin's smug face, his hand near the edge of the table, and your phone on the ground underneath it.

He did not just do that.

"Oh, here," the boy said, now just in front of your eyes- his beauty was as blinding as the sun was bright, you couldn't look at him straight on. "I got you."

He got you.

The boy picked the phone up and smiled tightly, holding your phone out to you.

"Thanks," You blushed, taking your phone from his outstretched hand. His hand dwarfed it and your fingers accidentally grazed his palm, making you look up at him. The smile on his face grew slightly and you wanted to leave your phone there until he put his number in it. Instead, you smiled back and placed your phone back on the table, the boy passing you in the next second.

Jimin scoffed and sighed, going back to his sandwich mumbling, "You can lead a horse to water..."

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore your burning cheeks, "I don't know what you expected me to do, thank him for picking my phone up by boning him in this booth?"

Jimin narrowed his eyes and stared off for a moment, as if you was picturing you doing just that, which made you even more uncomfortable. "Maybe you have a point."

You ate quickly because Jimin had a rehearsal to get to later that day. You put the pretty diner boy in the back of your mind until two days later, when you found yourself back at the diner, this time for a school project. You raked your eyes over the tops of the booths in the diner, just for fun, not that you were looking for-

Oh god, he's looking at you.

You snuck a peek back up in his direction and zeroed in on his neck craning around the waitress, smiling at you in a knowing sort of way. It was cocky and entitled but you couldn't help but smile despite yourself in embarrassment, your hand reaching behind your head to pull out the hair tie securing you ponytail. You let your hair instead fall over your shoulder, like a curtain between you and diner boy since you couldn't will yourself not to keep staring at him. Why couldn't you stop yourself?

"Here's the check," your waitress said, walking up to the table and placing it down neatly. "Can I get you ladies anything else?"

You looked up at your project partner and she shook her head, gathering her things. You did the same and soon walked out to the parking lot, the door chime going off behind you again when you were a few feet out, signaling someone else had left behind you. Rush hour was over, everyone was going home.

"I think we'll be able to get most of the rest done if we meet up again this same time next week," Your partner decided, walking around your car to the passenger side.

You agreed and clicked the unlock button on the remote, the back doors unlocking but the front staying shut. "Oh god, sorry- this happens sometimes." You blushed, climbing in from the back and stretching yourself over the console.

You had noticed the problem three months ago but didn't want to pay to get it fixed, instead insisting on just climbing through. You unlocked the passenger door and got out through it to maintain your dignity, straightening out your shirt. "There we go," You smiled awkwardly, stepping aside to let her in.

She laughed and shrugged, about to get in when a boy walked up to you- the boy. He had that same knowing smile on his face and gestured to the doors, "you ok?"

You blushed, looking intently at his square jaw, the thickness of his neck, the way his smile stretched out slowly. You blinked slowly and felt a blush creep up on your cheeks, feeling even more embarrassed now. "Sure," you said casually, "You know cars are."

"Do you know this guy?" Your partner asked quietly, one hand in her purse suspiciously. Jesus, what did she have in there?

"Yeah, I do." You said quickly, knowing it was only kind of 5% true.

His smile got wider when you answered and he pulled out his wallet, handing you a card. "Luckily for you, I do know how cars are. I'll give you a good deal, come by tomorrow anytime, ask for Taehyung."

Taehyung. So that was his name.

Now you knew him 15%.

"I'll think about it," You shrugged nonchalantly.

He laughed, mirroring your shrug. "Alright well, have a good night."

Taehyung walked back to a motorcycle parked a row down from you, swinging his leg over it, forgetting about a helmet before driving off. You looked at the card as you got in your car- it looked professional and well established, they had a website and everything.

KIM MOTORS

The shop was a repurposed home with a gigantic metal three story structure connected to it that you were assuming was the car garage. The parking lot was the front yard, gravel replacing grass but a little paved sidewalk still cutting through the middle. You followed it up to what used to be the front door to a cute yellow house, your body telling you to knock but your head whacking yourself internally because you don't knock to enter a business.

So you just walked in, the AC immediately hitting you in the face and the floors creaking. There were three other customers there and a little kid running around, his stupid hand streaming across the walls like there wasn't something sticky on them, getting it on the paint. You tore your eyes away from the mess and looked at the tiny lady smiling at you from behind the desk, "Welcome to Kim Motors! How can I help you?"

You smiled back and stepped forward, Dodging the kid and holding up the card Taehyung had given you last night. "My front doors don't unlock, I'm just here for a quote or something- um, I was told to ask for Taehyung?"

Her smile got wider and she nodded, "Have a seat and fill out these two papers- everything that's highlighted, I'll see if he's busy."

So you sat down next to the kid's mom, who you knew was the kid's mom because she had a peanut butter and jelly in her hand, staring indifferently at the streaks of purple on the walls. Instead of judging, you forced yourself to fill out the sections that were highlighted, wondering why you didn't bring Jimin with you as a crutch. The paperwork was painless and you finished it around the time that a door on the other side of the room opened and Taehyung stepped through.

He was wearing a pair of worn in overalls and a white shirt, both covered in grease. You wondered what he had been doing, because the rag in his hand was also covered with the tar like substance and he was slightly out of breathe. "Hey," He said, after he scanned the room and his eyes landed on you.

You grinned and got up, handing the paperwork to the lady behind the desk. "Hey," You said back simply. You were both silent for a second, standing there smiling blankly at each other.

"So...her car doors don't unlock." The woman said slowly, breaking the silence between you.

"Right, yeah- I brought it, I mean it's my only car so I drove it here because how else would I get here." You rambled. "Also it's the whole reason I'm here so I don't know why- anyway, it's parked out front."

"Okay," he grinned, walking back out to the front, "Can I have the keys?"

You handed them to him wordlessly and followed him to your car, suddenly wishing you had it washed or vacuumed the inside or something.

"So, do you stare at everyone usually, or just me?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Just you." You answered quickly, without thinking. You froze a moment after, processing what he had said. Taehyung laughed and then noticed you had stopped, turning back around to laugh even harder. "I don't usually stare at people, is what I mean. My bad."

"I don't mind," he shrugged. "It's nice, you get a glassy sort of look on your face, kind of like the one you have now."

Fuck.

You blushed and scrambled to catch up with him, wishing you weren't so lame.

"So you said your cars been like this for awhile?" He asked, testing the remote a couple times.

You nodded and then answered verbally, unsure of how to act. "Yeah- I bought Hana used so, she's bound to have issues."

"Not necessarily, I'll see what we can do." He shrugged, "Hana, huh? Pretty interesting pick for a car."

"It's a Hyundai- the Hs match." You mumbled. It was called alliteration.

"Yeah, got that alliteration shit going on," he nodded, mirroring your thoughts as he opened the driver's door. "Well, I'll go ahead and take it to the garage now if you wanna wait there for about half an hour- I'll have someone give you a progress update whether we're gonna have to keep it overnight or not."

"Sure!" You squeaked, hoping desperately that they didn't have to keep it overnight, considering Jimin didn't drive and neither did any of your other friends, who claimed Uber was enough of a hassle.

They ended up having to keep it for a week until the parts came in.

Your phone had barely finished downloading the Uber app when Taehyung popped his head back in the office, "need a ride? I'm on my lunch, I can take you back home if you need me to- in the company car, not my bike, if you're worried about that."

Suddenly, an angry little blonde bitch in the back of your head was screaming at you- begging you, pleading for you to say yes. You wondered what tinker bell was doing in your head before realizing that was just Jimin, tormenting you without even trying.

"Yes please," You smiled, wondering if Jimin's ever considered life coaching.

"Do you want to-" Taehyung started, stopping after a second before taking a deep breath and smiling at you nervously. It was the first time he didn't look confident, standing there with his keys swinging in his hand. "Are you hungry?"

You were.

So you had lunch with Diner Boy. He didn't take you to the same place you had met him, instead it was sushi at a place you wouldn't have thought to stop at on first glance but the food was amazing and so was he. Taehyung was interesting, to a fault, with a dry sense of humor that made you laugh more openly than you had in a really long time. You didn't really know him, maybe only 25% at this point- but you liked everything you knew.

He drove you home, less talkative than he had been on the way. Even this was nice, the comfortable silence between you. You peered over at him, one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped up on the window, hanging on the handle above his head. Your eyes dragged up from his full bicep, tan skin stretching over muscle, up to his jaw which was clenched in concentration.

"You're staring again," He grinned, turning his head towards you for a moment.

You crushed under your breath and forced yourself to stare out the other direction, practically giving yourself whiplash.

"Don't worry, I told you- I kind of like it." He teased, "Besides, I've been staring at you too."

"You have not," You grumbled, crossing your arms stubbornly.

"I have," He insisted, "You just haven't caught me yet."

A week went by too slowly, a week without Diner Boy and his boxy smile and deadpan humor. By the time you got a call saying your car was ready to be picked up, you were jumping for glee. You called an Uber and rushed over, forgetting that you were currently in what could only be considered a less than appropriate outfit.

Short skirt, oversized sweater, platform boots- you looked like emo hello kitty. If you had used your brain, maybe you would've toned it down a little more, played it safe. But then you wouldn't have gotten to see the look on Tae's face when he handed you the keys, eyes stuck to your thighs for two seconds too long before snapping back up to your face with a deep blush on his cheeks and a sheepish smile on his face.

"So you do stare," You quipped, smiling at him.

He looked around the shop, hand scrubbing the back of his neck, "I did try to warn you."

You shrugged and turned around, facing your car. "Thanks for fixing my car."

"Hana missed you," Tae joked, "She tried to escape two night ago, kept playing that sad Coldplay CD you had in the side door pocket."

You turned back around sharply and gasped, feigning outrage, "You went through my CDs?"

"Yup- I appreciate your love for Justin Timberlake, by the way." He grinned, "Sorry if I pried, I was just...curious, about you."

Taehyung stepped closer to you, backing you up until the back of your legs touched your car. You looked up at him expectantly, raising your eyebrows slightly. "So what now? I pay you and go back to just staring at you in the diner?" You asked, wishing you could just put your hands on him.

"Don't do that," he frowned, staring down at your lips.

"Don't do what?" You mumbled, rising up on your toes so that you were closer in height to him, not even the platform boots corrected the difference.

"Don't just stare," he clarified, wrapping a hand around the base of your neck and kissing you like you wanted him to, hard, fast, and intense.

You latched a hand over his shoulders to bring him down closer to you and was grateful when he lifted you by the hips to sit on your car hood without ever breaking away from you. You felt breathless and full all at once and drew him in between your thighs so he was closer to you.

He pulled away quickly, hands still pressed into the flesh of your hips, dragging down to your exposed thighs. His long fingers kneaded the skin there, lusty eyes trained on yours, "Go out with me- for real. I'll wear something nice, you can wear this exact outfit- it'll be fun."

"Yes, yeah- yes, absolutely," You mumbled, nodding your head vigorously. He mirrored your nods and leaned in to kiss you again, hands rubbing your skin raw. Your mind was racing with possibilities, wondering how this was happening, how did this work out so well- why did you like this guy so much already?

You paused and broke away from his lips, smiling when he chased them by pushing his face up to yours with a needy pout. His eyes flashed open and frowned at you, confusion on his face.

"Can we take the bike this time though?" You smiled shyly, wondering what it would be like to be straddled on the back of it with him.

Tae's cocky smile came back, a slight nod of his head as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, "Yeah, I think I can make that happen."

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No point being unhappy | Yandere!Jungkook Story

Pairing: Yandere!Jungkook x Reader Story Keywords: yandere, angst Warnings: yandere jk, kidnapping, hard depression, eating disorder, swearing Word count: around 3.000 Masterlist To what lengths can a human mind go? How many inconvenient details can it ignore until it’s too much? Yn was about to find out.

Two weeks. That’s how long it took for Yn to lose count of the days she’s been locked inside her kidnapper’s house. She was never good at keeping up healthy habits and remembering to repeat the number of nights passed inside this ‘prison cell’ as she called his place soon started to slip her mind leading up to forgetting about it altogether. When she realised there was no way out of this situation for her, no way to escape, no way to run, she started to slowly fade away. Piece by piece she started to disappear. She felt it and after some more time passed she even made peace with it.

Jungkook saw it too and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t going to let his most priced possession fall apart right in front of his eyes. When she stopped eating he’d sit with her for hours begging her to take at least a bite of whatever he prepared for her but no matter what words he used or how desperate he sounded she didn’t budge. Every day she stared blankly at plates filled with different meals or boxes of takeout from various restaurants. It wasn’t hard for her to stop eating. When she lost the will to live it seemed simply unnecessary.

She felt so weak and tired but at the same time, she couldn’t sleep. At night she would sneak out of his bedroom and he would pretend he was asleep, letting her have at least this little bit of imaginary freedom. She would sit by the living room window, looking out onto the city and its neverending life she was no longer part of. She would sit down on the wooden floor resting her temple against the cold glass thinking of ways to end her suffering quicker.

After eight days of Yn killing herself silently in front of him, Jungkook decided he’s had enough. He couldn’t help her no matter how hard he tried. How could he when she didn’t speak to him or even look at him? Whenever her eyes would land on his silhouette her stare would become blank. He wondered how she managed to do that since her eyes seemed empty all the time already. They lost their shine the day she stopped eating. The same day breathing became a tiring chore to her. He could at least see pleading and fear in her pupils before. Now they were just dead and soon she would be too if he didn’t come up with the right solution to the situation.

That night Jungkook stayed out late after work. Instead of going back to look at the ghost of a woman he imprisoned in his home, he decided to call up his most trusted friends to talk over the ‘situation he and his girlfriend’ found themselves in. During his absence, Yn curled up on the living room couch. She stared out of the double glazed windows, talking to herself in her head. When she realised Jungkook was not going to let her go she stopped speaking. It wasn't something she didn’t want to do. If she could she would scream for him to let her go all day and night, she simply couldn’t bring herself to do so. She would sometimes whimper out muffled sobs in the shower when she was sure he wouldn’t hear her over the rustling of the water but not much more and never when he was close by.

“There’s no point in me being unhappy,” she whispered so softly she barely heard her shaky, raspy voice.

Scanning her reflection in the dark surface of the window she made out her smudged features merging with the view of the city’s lights behind the glass. She was surprised by her own ideas especially since she was sure she didn’t have to proceed with the hunger strike much longer as her body was already giving up on her - always cold and extremely tired, her head throbbed with pain and she would get dizzy every time she stood or sat up.

Her eyes travelled to the mirrored image of the front door behind her frail frame resting on the light-coloured couch. The small keypad lit up in red colour as someone started punching in the code on the other side. The flight mode she’s been in the past weeks took over as she shot up from the couch. Stumbling over her own feet she made her way to the bedroom, flinging herself onto the bed right as Jungkook walked inside the apartment. Raising the covers to her chin she relaxed her face, pretending to be fast asleep.

With the overwhelming weight resting on his shoulders Jungkook went straight to the bathroom. He stood under the hot stream of water for a while trying to rid his head of worries about his ‘girlfriend’ as he liked to call her. A little while later Yn slowly fluttered her eyes open as she felt the dip on the mattress when her kidnapper lied down beside her on the king-sized bed. His ribcage rose and fell slowly as he breathed rhythmically.

“I could just block out all the inconvenient details and focus on the good parts and them only,” Yn thought. “Are there any?”

The pain in her throat from holding back a hopeless sob increased as she came to terms with the fact she was caught between a rock and a hard place. There was no good way out. It was either self-inflicted death or compliance to him. Yn never thought she would be one of those girls that disappeared without a trace. That only happened on TV, only in places far away. She never thought she would have to decide between such horrific options but she could only last so long.

“It will be hard, there’s no question about it but maybe it’ll be worth it,” she cried in her head. “Maybe it will make it possible for me to escape one day and if there is hope…”

To what lengths could a human mind go? How many inconvenient details could it ignore until it was too much? She was about to embark on a journey to find that out. Holding back the tears from spewing from her eyes she reached her hand forward. Her fingertips barely managed to graze the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt when he was already glancing at her over his shoulder.

“You alright?”

His voice was raspy but not like hers, it was sleepy and tired in all meanings of the word. The soft moonlight peeking through the floor-to-ceiling windows provided enough illumination for Yn to see the damp hair stuck to his forehead. It only took one short glance for Jungkook to notice something was different with her. For starters, she was looking at him and not through him and then there was the touch. It was merely a graze of a finger over his back but at the same time, it was more than anything he ever received from her. He stared at her for a second longer before turning in his spot.

“Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around,” he pleaded in his head as Yn retracted her hand back and under the safety of her covers.

Jungkook turned on his left side, his right palm resting flat against the softness of the bedsheets as he watched the trembling person in front of him. Her chin was directed slightly downwards, her gaze with it but she stayed facing him with her body which in the short history of their ‘relationship’ could be described as a big break. The shallow breaths escaping her parted lips led Jungkook to think she might want to speak but he wasn’t going to push her.

In Yn’s first weeks living with Jungkook, he researched far and wide for remedies for her suddenly developed mutism. He tried everything he could from trying to communicate with her through note-writing to praising her with gifts and kind words if she barely sighed especially loudly when he was talking to her. Nonetheless, nothing seemed to be working so now that she actually made contact with him, physical contact, he didn’t want to ruin it. And so he stayed still, breathing slowly and rhythmically, looking at her face but not her eyes, keeping his hands to himself, simply facing her.

Yn’s body turned as stiff as a rock as she watched the man before her turn around and lie down on his other side. She kept her eyes half-open looking down, afraid of what she’d do if their stares were to meet. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to achieve by touching him, it just seemed, for the lack of a better term, appropriate. Minutes later still hesitant about her decision she finally let her eyelids fall. The warm embrace of slumber wrapped around her mind leaving one softly whispered sentence to engrave into her slipping consciousness.

“If you won’t eat tomorrow I’ll have to make you, baby.”

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Remaining still was something Jungkook wasn’t too accustomed to. However, this morning he outdid himself. Since smacking his alarm off at seven o’clock and deciding to ignore going into the office today he stayed in bed in the same position, resting on his left side with his hands tucked under his cheek as he watched the woman in front of him dream the morning away.

Right as Yn finally fluttered her eyes open a couple of minutes after nine she was reminded of the things she did the night before and what they led to. She accidentally glanced over Jungkook’s face successfully averting her gaze downwards before it reached his dilated from excitement pupils. After that fiasco, she turned in her spot sitting up quickly. For a moment she remained in her spot, her feet pushing into the cold floorboards as her vision went dark from the rapid change of position. When she finally came to herself her attention went to the view outside the window.

“If I won’t eat he’ll make me,” she thought studying the movement of the dark clouds littering the greyish sky. “I hate him so much. I hate all of this.”

Wondering how she should go about the whole ordeal of breakfast Yn stayed seated, eyes glued to the thick glass separating her from the world she used to know, the person she used to be. After a couple of minutes of gathering both mental and physical strength, she finally stood up, slowly but surely making her way to the bedroom’s exit. She could feel the pressure of Jungkook’s stare on her as she moved across the room with a turtle-like speed, dragging her feet on the floor.

She felt ashamed of herself for breaking down. Deciding to try and live with this monster of a man instead of starving herself to death seemed like the worst of sins in her mind even if it was supposed to lead her to maybe, one day, escaping his grip. Weighing her very limited options she stopped in front of the big silver fridge in the open plan kitchen.

“No,” her inner voice pleaded, asking her to not break the deathly fast. “You’re so close,” she told herself as her hand rested against the cold metal of the fridge. “But I’m so hungry,” she cried in her mind. “I’m so weak and I’m so tired.”

The feeling of Yn’s stare on him this morning burned Jungkook’s skin like fire and he loved every second of it. However, watching her stand in the middle of the kitchen, possibly wondering whether she should eat or not, was something entirely different. His heart was pounding so loud and fast he wondered how she didn’t hear it as he stood just a couple of steps behind her. She leaned forward, resting her forehead on the cold metal of the refrigerator. A couple of hot tears fell down her cheeks as she kept her head hanging low. She let her hand slowly slide down from the door handle and onto the marble counter. Gliding her palm over it she walked to the sink and took out a clean glass to get some water.

Having turned around she was met with the sight of her perpetrator’s chest much too close to her liking. Unwilling to look up and meet his gaze she walked past him like a ghost. Jungkook breathed heavily and loudly, trying to calm down his racing heartbeat. Watching Yn first almost lay her eyes on him, then almost open the fridge only to finally go back to her old habits of seeming practically dead was more than a rollercoaster of emotions for the man. He followed her with his stare as she sat down the half-full glass on the coffee table, then she slowly slid down to her knees. She reached back for the cup and poured all its contents into the only plant pot in the apartment. Jungkook felt beside himself, seeing her trying so eagerly to keep alive a piece of greenery rather than herself. Next, she lifted herself up only to sink into the living room couch, curling her legs up to her chest.

“You’re hungry,” he stated sternly, resting his tightened fists on the kitchen counter. “Why won’t you just try and eat something?”

Overcome with frustration he just stared at her, hoping for something to happen and it did. Her breath suddenly became very shallow, her lower lip trembled as she opened her lips. A sorrowful sob filled the otherwise silent apartment. Yn’s body was shaking uncontrollably - she was crying out loud like she never did before, covering her mouth with both her hands in a futile attempt to calm herself down. Before she knew it Jungkook was at her side, engulfing her body in a tight warm embrace that she couldn’t break free from. He pressed her against himself despite her weak attempts at pushing away.

“I got you. It’s okay.”

The words fell from his lips without any hesitation. They carried so much sincerity to them. All he could do is hold her, hoping she felt the love in his voice and touch. But she didn’t.

The hysteric outburst cost Yn more than just her energy. After she stopped audibly sobbing Jungkook sat her up and forced her to look at him. Holding onto either side of her face he begged her to open her eyes with a panicked tone. Feeling extremely drained and vulnerable she followed his request with close to no objection. Staring into her glassy pupils he was certain she couldn’t see him through the falling tears but it didn’t matter. He had her attention and he had to make the best of it while it lasted.

“I know you’re sad and angry and scared,” as he listed the emotions coming to his mind Yn whined in deep distress, shutting her eyelids close for a long second. “I do, baby. And I understand,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. “I will do everything in my power to make you feel happy and fulfilled” -he inhaled sharply- “with me,” he promised her desperately. “I swear to you, Yn. There is nothing to be afraid of. I would never intentionally hurt you,” he shook his head, pushing her hair back before gliding the palm of his hand across one of her tear-stained cheeks. “All I do is love you.”

At the sound of his declaration, Yn couldn’t stop a loud sob from escaping her lips. She wondered how could this man, this monster, say he loved anyone. She moved slowly and shakily as she kept trying to push him away, whining and crying, pressing on his shoulders with all her will but even at her strongest she would have been far too weak to overpower him. With a wavering voice, Jungkook asked her to stop, stop crying, stop trying to get away but she didn’t. She couldn’t. The latter was an instinct of self-defence that she was unable to simply turn off at command.

“Please, Yn,” he whined as she kept pushing on his chest. “Please, stop.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so preoccupied with escaping the grasp of the man holding her so tight against his beating heart she would hear the tremble in his voice, the helplessness and sadness that filled it. Though dangerously close to a breaking point of his own, Jungkook’s embrace around her remained strong as he was holding onto his most important person, the most priced possession. He couldn’t let her go.

Masterlist

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[girlzwithfun]

cheri things!

note: bold italicized words are spoken in english

she says that she’s delicate

she’s rlly clumsy

she hates wearing heels bc she knows she’ll eventually do smth worse than twisting her ankle on stage

chae always has snacks in her bag

crackers, cookies, protein bars, she has it

she stays up rlly late and sleeps rlly late

“strawberry milk is the superior type of milk, i’m sorry jungkook”

babying txt & enhypen but absolutely manhandling jungkook

she never closes her studio door all the way bc hobi likes to sneak in and listen to her

she flirts with sana relentlessly

3 am vlives where she bakes

subtly talking about how she’s in love with women

accidentally mixing english and korean

she and namjoon taking turns translating

she cannot watch horror movies alone bc she’ll have nightmares

putting a beanbag and blankets in her studio in case she falls asleep

complaining abt aegyo

“i’m in my mid-twenties, why should i have to do aegyo? why should any of us have to do aegyo?”

“i don’t understand math, i don’t want to understand math.”

forgets the bts introduction 99% of the time

never having a set introduction for her channel

always saying she’s proud of army & her members

#bts ; cheri #bts 8th member #bts 8th member oc #bts reactions #bts!au #bts imagines #bts female member #kpop oc

[alpacaparkaseok]

Close your eyes

pairing: Jin x reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers au

word count: honestly, idk but it’s short

It’s raining outside, but somehow everything is warm as you dance around the puddles. Seokjin keeps one hand in yours, chuckling as the two run for shelter. You knew it was a bad idea to go for a walk with the dark clouds rolling in like they were, but one look at Jin’s tired expression had you coaxing him out the door and into the evening. 

And now here you are. Screaming and giggling as Jin pulls you under the shelter of the bus stop which is empty. He helps you push your hair out of your face, his eyes alight with mischievous joy as you look up at him. 

“We’re going to catch our death out here,” you say, resting your head against the glass. 

Jin shakes his head. “That would be the lamest cause of death ever.” He pauses, playing with a strand of your tangled hair. “But I'd die happy.”

It’s a strange thing to feel happy about, but you can’t help the grin that pushes through your features. Jin avoids your eyes as he freezes, dropping your hair and looking over your head as though watching for the bus. 

It’s your turn to brush the hair from his face, stifling your laughter as you catch sight of Jin's red ears. 

The two of you have been caught up in this strange friends-but-more relationship for months now. It’s obvious to you that there’s more going on here than just a regular friendship, but Jin always turns away before anything can become too serious. 

When he’d grabbed your hand after you nearly fell earlier, you didn’t think much of it. You were fully prepared to simply drink in the temporary thrill before he released your hand and acted as though nothing had happened. But he never let go. 

Now you realize the interesting position you’re in. Leaning up against the side of the glass wall, Jin towering over you as though singlehandedly protecting you from the rain. 

Of course you’re not going to be the one to point out that there is a roof over your head now. 

Jin makes no move to move away or move any closer, instead frozen before you as he stares out into the darkening night. Running your fingers through his hair in a thinly veiled attempt at flirting, you silently beg for those dark brown eyes to look at you again. 

When they do, the rain become muffled in your ears as Jin’s eyes are the only thing you can focus on. 

Would he believe you if you told him that you’ve loved him all along?

Jin’s eyes trace the line of your brows down to your jaw. They glance over your lips quickly, almost as though they might scald him if he looks for too long. When his eyes meet yours again, his lips have slightly parted. 

If only he would move forward just a few inches. 

“Seokjin-ah,” you whisper. The rain nearly drowns out your voice, but Jin’s eyes read your lips. “I’m cold now.”

From the way Jin’s lips curve upward just a hair, you can tell that he knows you’re lying. 

“What do you want me to do about it?” Jin asks tauntingly, his voice low. You know you have to act fast, before he can disappear back into his typical joking persona. Anytime the two of you come any closer to something more, Jin always finds a way to back out before too much happens. 

Watching those slightly parted lips, you chew on your own.

“Kiss me.”

The world spins at a dizzying speed, but you pay it no mind as Jin gasps lightly, searching your face for any sign of a joke. You’re serious though, blindly reaching out to trace the outline of his jaw.

When Jin doesn’t move - no, doesn’t breathe - you drop your hand and your gaze. Cheeks burning, you struggle to come up with some sort of excuse or way to play this off as a joke. How embarrassing, maybe you’d made this all up in your head. All the lingering gazes and sweet words must have been a figment of your desperate imagination -

Your thoughts are eclipsed by the feeling of a silky soft pair of lips against your cheek. They linger for a long moment, your eyes drifting shut as you revel in the feeling of Jin’s deft fingers lightly gripping your waist. 

When the sweet kiss ends, Jin doesn’t pull away. Instead, he quietly whispers, “I always pictured us having our first kiss in the rain.”

You don’t have time to ask any questions before Jin is moving you out from under the bus stop awning, the two of you getting drenched in the downpour. You sputter and gasp in the rain, Jin laughing as he pulls you in closer. 

Raindrops glide down his face and neck as he gives you a look that makes you conclude that none of this is in your imagination. 

Perhaps you’re staring at him a little too intently, because Jin chuckles nervously in the way he always does when he feels that there’s too much attention on him.

“Close your eyes,” he mumbles, cupping your face. He runs a thumb over your cheek as your eyes fall shut. Your entire body is tingling with anticipation as the light sensation of his sigh fanning your face makes you aware of just how close he is. 

“Do you know that I love you?” Jin whispers.

Your eyes fly open at his sudden confession, but they immediately close again as Jin’s lips brush up against yours. 

The kiss is soft, tender. A confirmation of the sweet declaration Jin just made. You lean into the kiss, Jin’s arms coming down to wrap around your waist. 

When the sound of a bus approaching reaches your ears, the two of you reluctantly part. Your smiles are wide as you gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Should we take the bus back?” Jin asks.

You nod, giggling a little as Jin’s hand slips into yours a little hesitantly. You give his hand a squeeze of reassurance. You board the bus, the driver looking at the two of you with a disapproving glare are you drip all over the seats. 

“So you love me, huh?” You ask with a teasing grin once you’ve gotten situated on your seat. Jin looks at you with horror. 

“I said that out loud?!”

You laugh loudly as Jin hides his face in his hands, trying to make him look at you. “Seokjin-ah, look at me.”

“I can’t. I can’t believe I said that out loud. Why didn’t you stop me?” He asks, sounding wounded. 

You chuckle. “Because we were busy...?” Jin groans, only adding to your amusement. “Jin, look at me though.” When he shakes his head, you sigh. “Don’t you want to look at my face when I tell you that I love you too?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jin’s head move that quickly before. 

“You do?”

You shrug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You spend the rest of the ride bickering back and forth about who loves who, the bus driver inevitably turning up the radio so as to not have to hear you anymore. 

masterlist

I was just listening to rainy BTS music on Youtube and my fingers slipped. Whoops. Was it any good? 

#jin fluff #bts fluff #jin x reader #bts x reader #jin soulmate #jin x oc #kim seokjin #seokjin fluff #bts!au #fluff! #so much fluff though #first kiss #bts first kiss #jin first kiss #jin cute #bts cute #b:writes #bts friends to lovers #bts friends to lovers au #jin friends to lovers #jin friends to lovers au

[ssscentral]

Traveller

Summary : Jung Hoseok loves you, regardless of what universe you’re in and he’s going to make sure to find you no matter what. Good thing you feel the same.

Pairing : Dimension Traveller!Jung Hoseok x Dimension Traveller!Reader

Genre : Fluff, Established Relationship!Au, Sci-Fi, Fantasy!Au, College!Au

Rating : PG13

Warnings : Swearing

Wc : 4.7k

Member : Hoebii || @hoebii

A/N : First of all, thank you @eatjeanjin and @kerikaaria for being my amazing betas! You’re what made this story even readable ukfhgj Second, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @moccahobi!!! ILYSM HOPE YOU HAVE A BLAST TODAY BB <3 I hope you like this fic, I literally crammed 12 prompts into this fic and made this hot mess in a few hours lmao so hope this isn’t too hard to read sksksksk. Love you lots Lil bean, happy birthday and thank you for existing, you’re such a precious bb, always there for everyone. You deserve the world, love <33 Also the time stamp for the text isn’t canon, so ignore the time!

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“You will be transported to a new dimension after spending one month in each of them for this experiment,” the animated voice crackled from the speakers. “The inhabitants in those universes will already have memories of you to help you blend in easily. You are to live a normal life during these experiments while making sure not to disclose your true identities for that may cause unnecessary complications.”

The voice kept going on about the experiment that you no longer had any interest in after the first few minutes. You fiddled with the necklace around your neck in boredom while you waited for the meeting to be adjourned. This wasn’t the first time you were going to travel between dimensions and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last, so having to sit through the same briefing over and over again felt completely useless and a waste of time. 

The only reason you even attended these were to get your files for the potential dimensions you may get sent to. The management really needed to get their shit in control and stop sending you to these places with little to no information. 

You understood that these experiments were to test out the stability and how each universe was doing after being created but it made no sense for the management to send out travellers blindly like they do, they could at least provide you with a little backstory for your character rather than a list of ’potential’ places. Even those weren’t certain and that made no sense! For an organisation that thrived to keep peace and regulation of all dimensions, their system was chaotic as fuck.

You only came out of your thoughts when you felt someone nudge your leg under the table. Glancing up from your necklace, your eyes met that of a cheeky looking Hoseok who was now pushing a little harder against your leg, now that he had your attention. 

‘Hi,’ he mouthed happily only for you to answer with a raised eyebrow. ‘I miss you,’ he mouthed again, jutting his lower lip out in a pout. You snorted at his antics, coughing to hide your smile when the sound caught the attention of those around you. 

It was only when they shifted their attention back to the screen at the end of the room to continue with the briefing that was ongoing, did you finally look back at Hoseok. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a pen and tore a paper from the diary they provided for the meeting before hastily scribbling down something and sliding it to the man sitting in front of you.

‘We’re literally sitting in front of each other.’

Hoseok picked up the paper and quickly read the content on it before grabbing his own pen to write his answer down and passing it back to you.

‘But I can’t hold your hand right now :(‘

You bit your lip to stop the smile that was fighting to shine through when you saw his adorable handwriting under yours. How someone could be as endearing as Hoseok was beyond you, but you loved that about him.

Wordlessly, you pretended to pay attention to the briefing once more while you slid your hand towards Hoseok to let him hold your hand. You could feel the way his smile brightened when his fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing it gently.

You shook your head as you bit your lips harder to fight the smile that was now on your face when you squeezed his hand back.

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Walking out of the conference room, your hand was still engulfed by Hoseok’s bigger one. Your face was flushed in embarrassment as you walked out. It wasn’t because you were holding his hand, but rather the fact that he never let go after the meeting was over. So you had to walk from your seat to the end of the table with the said furniture in the middle of you as you walked. 

“If I didn’t love you as much as I do, I would’ve kicked your ass by now, just so you know,” you grumbled as you walked down the corridor towards your shared room. 

Hoseok laughed, his grip around your hand tightening as he bumped his shoulder with yours. “Good thing you love me then! It would be a nightmare to jump between dimensions with you otherwise.”

“Who said it’s still not a nightmare to have you as my partner?”

“Don’t be rude.”

“Make me,” you teased before quickly freeing your hand from his and running towards your destination.

“Come back here!”

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It was the day of action, as you liked to call it, the day when you were supposed to start experiments. 

“You ready?” Hoseok asked as he came to join you in the transport chamber.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Promise to find each other no matter what?” he asked while putting his pinky finger out, smiling at you.

You laughed as you wrapped yours around his. “Of course.”  

“I’ll see you around then.”

You only hummed in agreement before pressing the power button on the transport bracelet and the world went dark.

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You woke up to the blaring alarm of your phone, blindly looking for the device to turn the godforsaken sound off. When you failed to find it, you pushed yourself up from your bed to scan the area, getting more irked the longer the sound went on. 

Finally, your eyes landed on the black vibrating phone on the ground and you had half a mind to just stomp on the damn thing and break it. Picking it up, you harshly tapped on the stop button and sighed when the apartment went quiet, closing your eyes to bask in the peace. 

Wait. Apartment? 

Your eyes shot open again as you examined your surroundings, trying to decipher which universe you were in currently. The place seemed like any other average looking apartment in a bustling city. You unlocked your phone when you felt it vibrate in your hand, realising it was a text from someone saved as ‘Chicky Chimmy’. 

Opening the conversation, your confusion only grew at the text.

“I’m a student, huh?” You pondered as you grabbed a random outfit for the day along with what you assumed to be your books on the reading table in your room. You then proceeded to head down and out of your apartment. “Could’ve been worse.”

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Stepping out of the elevator, you saw your… friend impatiently leaning against his car looking at you with displeasure all over his face. You gave him a sheepish smile as you approached him, praying to whatever higher power that he says his name for one reason or another. From the previous conversations you had after taking some time to go through your phone, the two of you were supposed to be best friends so you weren’t in a position to ask his name.

“Y/N our class starts in 30 minutes and it takes 30 minutes to get there!”

“Hehe?”

He faced palm, moving to go around to the driver's seat. “Just get your cute butt inside.”

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The moment Chimmy parked his car inside the university, he dashed out of the car with you close behind, panicking about how mad the professor was going to be for being late.

You almost bumped into him when he stopped in front of a classroom, shooting you a nervous glance before slowly stepping inside the class. The two of you couldn’t even get two steps in before the voice of the man teaching the class boomed across the room.

“Y/L/N Y/N and Park Jimin. Late again, I see?”

Again? How many times have we been late before? Jimin’s a cute name though, perfect for him. You smiled slightly at your thoughts before fixing your expression to be neutral before the professor could catch you. 

“We’re so sorry professor! This will be the last time!” Jimin pleaded, fidgeting on his spot.

“That’s what you said last time, Mr. Park,” the professor replied, looking unamused.

“Pro-”

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” A new voice joins, the person who barged in after the two of you hunched over and panting from surely having run to class.

“Mr. Jung Hoseok, I did not expect such tardiness from you.”

Hoseok! You felt your heart rate kick up just at the mention of his name. It’s not often the higher ups make it easy to find your partner but it seemed that they were feeling courteous this time.

Hoseok’s eyes met yours and he flashed you a giant smile, one that had his eyes turning into crescents before looking back at the professor with a dashin smile. “I’m sorry sir, it surely won’t happen again.”

The professor sighed, rolling his eyes when he looked back at Jimin and you before muttering, “That’s what they always say.” Shaking his head, the professor gave a small nod. “Go to your seats and don’t be late again. Especially the two of you, Miss Y/L/N and Mr. Park.”

Jimin bowed before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back of the room, taking a seat and patting the one beside him urgently. Glancing at Hoseok one last time, you sat beside Jimin. 

You couldn’t help but pout at the sight of Hoseok sitting somewhere else and already interacting with the strangers around him as if he knew them for a long time. He was always a social butterfly but it was always shocking to see him get accustomed to new universes so easily.

“You look amazing today, just so you know,” Jimin whispered in your ear, his eyes trained on the board even as he spoke.

“Thanks.”

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It was lunch time and Jimin had basically dragged you to the cafe near the university, claiming that cheap and instant coffee was the only thing his body needed to go through the day. 

“Coffee is great and all but you need actual food too, you know,” you nagged Jimin as he downed his second cup of coffee in one sitting.

Placing the brown coffee cup down, Jimin raised his index finger as if giving a speech. “People need a lot of things, doesn’t mean they have it though.”

You gave Jimin an unimpressed look. “Stop trying to be a philosopher and get some food in you, tiny.”

“I’m literally taller than you.”

“I will fight you, Park Jimin.”

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“I still don’t get why we need to do this,” you grumbled as you stretched your hands and legs.

“Because,” Jimin said, dribbling the orange basketball as he waited for you to finish. “Warming up is important before starting any exercise to decrease the chances of pulling a muscle or something.”

You snort at that, stretching one last time before dropping your hands. “You make it sound like I’m going to exercise.”

“Y/N we’re literally in PE class.”

“And?”

Jimin could only give you an unamused look before shaking his head in defeat, his newly dyed pink hair bouncing from his movement. 

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You were sitting in the library surrounded by textbooks for the upcoming exam when you felt someone pull out the chair in front of you and take a seat. Paying them no mind, you continued drowning yourself with new information from the book when you felt someone nudge your leg under the table.

You glanced up from the textbook in front of you to see none other than Jung Hoseok sitting in front of you with a smile. Just before you could shoot him a smile and delve into a conversation, your brain reminded you of the fact that it had been a week since you came to this dimension and this the first time he tried to come talk to you after seeing each other in that one class on day one. 

Scoffing, you looked back down at your book, ignoring the way he nudged your leg again to get your attention.

“Are you mad at me?” He finally asked when he realised that you were ignoring him.

“What do you think?”

“What did I dooooo?”

You slammed the pink covered book in your hand shut, looking him in the eye. “What did you do? Oh I don’t know, maybe because you basically ignored me for a week? Acted as if I don’t exist?”

Hoseok frowned, trying to take your hand in his but you moved away from him. “I’m sorry baby. I’ve just been so swamped with work. Did you know I’m the dance club leader and a part of the student council in this universe? I swear I would’ve come up to you earlier if I had the time!”

“I tried talking to you a few days back, you acted as if you didn’t even know me,” you replied, not being able to hide the hurt from your tone. “You didn’t seem busy then, you were just having lunch and laughing with your friends.” 

“Baby…”

You sighed, pushing away the chair and standing up. “Forget it, I’ll see you around, Hoseok.” Collecting your books, you gave Hoseok one last look before walking away.

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You were currently playing with the dog Jimin recently adopted on his couch when he plopped down beside you with snacks. You had come over for movie night but now you were more interested in playing with his dog than the movie.

“So you going to tell me why the Jung Hoseok has been following you around like a lovesick puppy for the past week?”

“No, because there’s nothing to say,” you replied, not paying much attention due to the energetic puppy that was jumping about on your lap.

Jimin groaned, placing the bowl of snack down on the coffee table and then taking the chocolate coloured labrador puppy away from you - much to your protest. “Stop playing with Doggo and give me the tea!”

“I still can’t believe you named your dog Doggo.”

“That is not the main topic of this conversation and you know it!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes so hard that your head hurt a little. “There’s nothing to say, Hoseok and I talked in the library when I was studying for the test and then had a little argument and I left.”

Jimin scoffed, his lips pulling into a pout as he crossed his arms. “That’s the weakest tea I’ve ever gotten. Give me the details! Since when do you two know each other enough to be having ‘fights’?”

“I-” you stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse. “We don’t! He just approached me in the library and I found him really annoying.”

Jimin gave you a skeptical look. “Y/N… You’ve had a crush on him for like a year now. You find him annoying?”

“Yes?” You answered, though it sounded more like a question. “What do you want me to say something like ‘Oh we’re actually dimension travellers and know each other from before and this is all just an experiment? Don’t be ridiculous!” You rambled, laughing nervously when you realised that you had basically just exposed yourself.

“Huh?”

“Listen! I liked him but he’s actually annoying, so that’s over.”  

“If you say so…” Jimin conceded hesitantly, still looking at you skeptically which now looked more concerned.

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You had successfully avoided Hoseok like the plague for almost the remainder of the time you had in this dimension. You knew what you were doing was petty and it really wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t come talk to you at first, but now you were in too deep to stop being petty. Not that it stopped Hoseok from trailing after you anytime he could, trying to get you to talk to him.

“Y/N, please stop!” You heard Hoseok call from behind you but you kept walking, ignoring him like you usually did. “Oh for fuck sake,” you heard him grumble before you felt someone grab you by your wrist and twirling you around for their lips to press against yours.

You were about to push them off when you realised that it was Hoseok who had kissed you, not a random person and you unconsciously melted into it. Your arms slithered around his neck to pull him closer as his hands wrapped around your waist to move closer to you too.

Breaking the kiss, Hoseok pressed his forehead against yours while looking you in the eyes. “It’s the last day here before we move on and who knows how long it’s going to take us to find each other there. Stop being mad, please?”

Not being able to help yourself, you placed a kiss on his nose, stepping away from him and smiling cheekily. “I’ll see you around, Hoseok.”

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“YOU KISSED HOSEOK IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CORRIDOR! OH MY GOD I NEED THE DETAILS!” Jimin exclaimed when you met up with him after school. He was your ride home after all. 

You only laughed, your face flushed in embarrassment. “Uh huh, how about I tell you all about it tomorrow?”

“Promise?” He asked, looking at you in disappointment that he couldn’t get you to tell him everything right then.

You shook your head, looking away from him. “We’ll see.” 

No point in making a promise that you knew you couldn’t keep it. You were going to leave tonight, who knows if you’ll ever come back here or if he would ever remember you once you left.

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The next time you opened your eyes, you were underwater. At first, panic took over you from the possibility of you drowning. But when you opened your mouth, rather than feeling the water rushing in and suffocating you, you found out that you were completely fine.

“Huh?” You blurted out Your eyes widened when you realised that you could hear yourself clearly underwater too. Looking around, your eyes zeroed in on the shimmering tail that began from your waist down. “HUH?!”

You looked around only to see nothing but water, a few fish swam by you but that was about it. It wasn’t your first time in a fairytale universe but it was your first time being a mermaid. You wondered if Hoseok got transformed into some sort of mythical creature like you too. 

“Oh well, I hope he’s safe.”

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You didn’t know how much time passed but you were still blindly swimming around trying to find out where to go. You had breached the water at one point and sat on some rocks by a beach in true fairytale mermaid fashion but even then you found nothing of interest. You did get to sit and watch the clear blue waves peacefully for a while but that got boring after some time, too.

“I never thought I’d miss wearing sandals but here I am,” you sighed to yourself before jumping back into the water.

You were just about ready to give up and just sit on the sea bed when you saw a cave underwater. You couldn’t help but snort at how similar this felt to the fairytale ‘Little Mermaid’ you used to read when you were younger. All you needed was some evil old witch to be residing in there and a prince charming to drown some time soon so you could save him and lose your voice.

Having nothing better to do, you began swimming down to the cave to explore it when you felt someone grab you and drag you away from the cave entrance urgently. 

“What the fuck? What are you doing, let me go!” You exclaimed as you tried to wiggle free from your captor.

“Stop struggling, you’re going to get us caught by the hag!” A deep voice harshly whispered in your ear. 

The mention of a hag had you stop struggling. “Caught by the what now?”

You felt your captor loosen their grip around you, giving you the perfect chance to move away from them. You turned to come face to face with a beautiful man… er merman? 

“The hag? Evil sea witch out to get merfolks?” the man asked, looking at you incredulously at the fact that you seemingly had no idea as to who the hag was. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before.”

“I guess you could say that. I’ve been swimming for ages now and you’re the first creature I found,” you explained.

The man hummed, tapping his lips as he scanned you over before breaking out into a large boxy smile. “Well then, nice to meet you! I’m Taehyung, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

Taehyung gasped when he heard your name. “Y/N? As in Y/L/N Y/N?”

“Why do you know my name?” You asked cautiously. Fuck, were you supposed to know who he was? If that was the case then why were you transported away from them, also he didn’t seem to know you before you introduced yourself.

“Princess! Welcome!”

Excuse me, WHAT?! You choked on nothing. “Who?”

“You! Princess! Welcome!”

When you were thinking about this universe being a knock-off ‘Little Mermaid’ universe, you didn’t think that would be the right assumption. 

Not knowing how to act, you shot Taehyung an awkward smile, waving a little. “Thank you?”

“You have to meet the others! Let’s go, princess!” Taehyung exclaimed excitedly before grabbing your hand and swimming away from the cave.

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After Taehyung had brought you to others, you met 5 other mermen - each almost unimaginably beautiful. It was a pleasant surprise to see this dimension’s Jimin, he was just as sweet and excitable as the one before.

After the initial meet-up, you got to know that you were indeed the daughter of Triton - something that had you laughing at the absurdity for a good five minutes much to the confusion of others - and you were supposed to be visiting ‘your kingdom’ to get acquainted with everyone before your coronation and living here.

As Taehyung had escorted you to your room, you had joked that all you needed was a handsome man to drown so you could save him. Which, in hindsight may have been a very weird thing to say from the look Taehyung gave you. 

Currently, you were exploring the kingdom, asking people if they knew of anyone by the name Hoseok, only to end up with no clue as to where he might be. No one had any idea about Jung Hoseok and you were getting worried about not managing to find him.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realise that you had left the premises of the city and wandered away. You stopped in your tracks when a giant shadow moved above you, completely leaving you in the dark. 

You looked up to see what blocked the sun when you realised you were directly underneath two ships, the sound of fighting barely audible under the water but present nevertheless. Curiosity getting the best of you, you cautiously swam up to peak above at what was going on, only to find that a full on war was ongoing between the two ships. 

“Damn, am I in a Grimm Brothers Fairytale or the Pirates of The Caribbean movie right now?”

You didn’t have much time to ponder, however, because you noticed someone eerily similar to Hoseok going overboard and you dove underwater for him.

“I swear if that’s actually Hoseok, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Catching the sinking body, you almost wanted to let him go so you could swim over and slam your head against a rock when you realised, it was indeed Hoseok. 

Muttering a few curses under your breath, you proceeded to drag Hoseok towards the beach close by to make sure he didn’t drown before you could give him a piece of your mind.

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Hoseok sat up abruptly, his nose, throat and eyes burning as he coughed violently. “Mother of bitch, that’s salty,” he spoke, his voice hoarse from almost drowning.

“Of course it is! What were you doing on a pirate ship?!” You exclaimed, hitting his thigh with your palm.

“Y/N?” He asked, his eyes widening when he realised that it was you in front of him.

“The one and only.”

“Oh thank goodness you’re alright!” Hoseok exclaimed, pulling you to his chest and resting his head on top of yours after placing a kiss there.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said, your voice muffled by his chest from the way he held you close.

“Hm? What was your question?” He asked, letting you go to face you properly. 

“What were you doing on a pirate ship?” 

“Ah! I’m the captain!”

“What? Why don’t I get to be badass characters like you,” you whined looking away from him petulantly. 

“You don’t need a character to be badass, you’re a natural one!” He happily answered, grabbing your chin to make you face him. “You look beautiful baby, but how’d you find me?”

“Are you telling me that you didn’t notice this huge ass tail I have?”

Looking down at your words, his eyes widened, voice rising in pitch with his excitement. “Oh my god you have a tail! You’re a mermaid!”

“Gee? Am I?! Wow Hoseok, thank you for enlightening me!” You mocked his excitement. You didn’t want to act so short with him but the adrenaline running through your body after basically finding the one you love drowning had your brain going haywire.

“Are you mad at me again?”

“I don’t know, Hoseok. Am I?”

“You know I don’t choose the roles I get!”

You sighed, feeling guilty for the way you acted towards him. “I know, it’s just. At first I couldn’t find you anywhere and when I did, you were drowning and it just fucked me up. I know I was joking about how I’m Ariel from Little Mermaid and I need to save a drowning prince but this was not what I was expecting.”

Understanding as ever, Hoseok gave you a sad smile before pulling you back into his embrace again, running his hand through your hair in the way he knew you loved. “It’s okay, I understand. I’d be worried too if I were you, just don’t be mad at me, you know I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

“‘M sorry.”

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked after the two of you basked in each other’s warmth for a moment. 

You pulled back from him, scrunching your nose at him, feeling shy when you noticed how intensely he was looking at you. Grabbing the collar of the shirt he was wearing, you pulled him down for a kiss, pouring out all your emotions into it - from how much you cared for him to how sorry you were for the way you acted. You hoped that he would understand. 

Hoseok kissed you back with just as much emotion, pulling you close and smiling into the kiss. Breaking away from it, he gave you a blinding smile, one that had your heart melting like butter. 

“I love you,” you whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would make you break from all the emotions that were rushing through your heart.

“I love you too. I need to go now, can see my ship coming towards us.”

You nodded, not really processing his words, too busy staring at his gorgeous face. Hoseok realised the fact you didn’t pay attention to his words, making him smile wider. Waving a hand in front of your face, Hoseok chuckled when you seemed as if just coming out of a trance.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Not really,” you shrugged.

Hoseok threw his head back in laughter. “I said, I can see my ship coming towards us as we speak so I reckon it’s time to leave, baby. I’ll make sure to come visit you here as much as I can in the time we’re here.”

“Promise?” You asked, offering your pinky to him as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Promise,” Hoseok answered, wrapping his finger around yours, giving you one last smile as he stood back up. 

“I’ll see you around, alright?”

“I’ll see you around.”

With that you swam back to the sea, waiting just out of sight to make sure that Hoseok was okay before actually leaving. 

You might travel to various places with no certainty of what you may face but one thing was for sure, you’d always find your way to Hoseok.

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[koobunno]

Shopping with Jimin

Jimin and his girl went to the mall

Rich Couple Jimin & OC

fluff

Shopping scenes, brands being mentioned just to bring out a realistic mood//hehe

Word Count: 747 words

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“Jimin, let’s go to the department store” you told your boyfriend while the two of you are playing ‘It takes Two’ on your PS5, “Hmm, do you need anything?” he asked. “Not really I just wanted to look at the new collections released.” as soon as you told him that, he stood up and turned off the console. “I doubt you’ll just look” he laughed at you knowing you’ll go home with a bunch of clothes and other goods again.

You swiped a tint on your lips and went to your closet, choosing a casual dress that is just right for your errands today. Jimin showed up behind you and said that the two of you should wear matching clothes. You agreed to your boyfriend’s cute suggestion, you then changed to wear a Gucci shirt and tucked it in a denim skirt, you chose sneakers for a more comfortable attire.

Jimin appeared again wearing a Gucci sweater, loose trousers and of course his favorite mules. You weren’t matching exactly but others can tell that you two are a couple. Holding the keys of the car that you'll use today, Jimin jokingly told you to hurry up. You stood up, grabbed your clutch and walked with him outside of the apartment.

You arrived at the shopping district and your eyes glistening with all of those shining lights from the boutiques. You and Jimin first went to a Balenciaga boutique, Jimin bought a pair of shoes that he liked while you bought nothing because you didn’t like anything. More stores you passed, you bought some items but not as much as Jimin bought. “Are you sure the bank won’t call you for swiping your card too much today, hmm?” you asked him jokingly because you know that your cards don't even have limits. The two of you use your own cards for personal items, as you should, but sometimes if you want a certain item for the other you pay for it, of course.

“How about we play a game, Y/N?” he suggested. “What kind of game, Mr. Park?” you replied, curious why he would suggest a game while you’re in the mall. "We get what we want, and then we play rock, paper, scissors and the loser will pay. What do you think? Hmmm?” he said, thrilled with his recommendation you laughingly agreed.

“Do you have the new collection of the Chanel Flap?” you asked the SA of the Chanel boutique, nodding at your question she told you that she’ll get it for you. While waiting, you saw Jimin trying on a pair of glasses while the one assisting him was holding quite a variety of items from the designer house. You scoffed as you remember him saying that you’ll be the one who will go home with loads of shopping bags.

As the two of you stood in front of the payment counter, with the bill amounting a good $9,000, with all of the items Jimin bought and a single bag for yourself, you played rock, paper, scissors as if it’s just for a piece of candy. A hand displayed a paper while the other showed a rock.

You’re the player who showed a rock, jokingly rolling an eye to your boyfriend. He laughed at you as the staff also giggled with the sight of your childlike gesture. You put out your card and swiped it at the machine. You don’t mind paying though, you’re the one who suggested this shopping trip in the first place.

Jimin still teasing you as he held on his shopping bags, lead you to the Van Cleef & Arpels boutique and bought a pairing necklace for the both of you, a diamond hanging at the end of the lace alongside a plate pendant with Jimin’s name engraved on it and yours engraved on his. You thanked him sincerely for the gift he gave you as it holds a great sentiment for the both of you.

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“Thank you for today, baby.” you once again thanked him as the two of you arrived home. “All for my princess.” he replied as he kissed your forehead.

Disregarding the things you bought earlier, the two of you spent the night by eating convenience store foods, watching a romantic-comedy series, cuddling each other. You realized that material things are just for physical and mental satisfaction, it’s the unfeigned and authentic experiences you have with all of the love and companionship you share with your other-half, Jimin.

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[syubseokie]

never mind (m) | pjm

― pairing: fem!reader x jimin (park jimin) ― genre: light smut drabble, blink and you’ll miss it angst ― warnings: tattooed!jimin, sexual references, implied smut, heavy making out, handjob, blowjob ― summary: jimin’s hiding something and our reader wants to know what it is. OR the one where tattooed!jimin makes an appearance ― notes: heavily, HEAVILY inspired by this gif

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The hiss that comes out of Jimin's mouth when you run your fingers over his rib cage is painful and you pause your movements to look at him questioningly. "Are you okay?"

For just a moment, Jimin finds it kind of sweet that you can distinguish the noises he makes and their meaning. But when your fingers trace the tender skin where he was recently tattooed once more, he's quick to grab your hand and place gentle kisses on your finger tips in hopes to ignore the pain, murmuring a low "I'm good".

You don't believe him, but knowing how stubborn he can be, you let it go and bring his lips back to your own. His lips are soft and it's easy to melt back into the kiss as it slowly re-ignites your insides. You whimper when his fingers make their way under your dress and tenderly graze the skin of your thighs. Naturally, you respond to his touches by grabbing the hem of his white shirt to pull it over his head, but when he hisses again, you break apart and huff. "OK, what did you do?"

"Nothing," he responds far too quickly and you arch your brow disbelievingly. Knowing you can be just as stubborn when you want to be, Jimin sighs and slowly lifts his shirt, wincing when the material gently drags against the sensitive patch of skin.

You're confused at first, wondering why Jimin is showing you his torso though not necessarily complaining because you do enjoy him shirtless. "What am I loo— oh!" Your eyes are immediately drawn to the red that outlines the dark ink engraved on your boyfriend's skin covering his rib cage. NEVER MIND, it reads. Finally understanding the reason behind his pained noises, your fingers itch to trace the permanent words but the raised skin tells you that it is a freshly finished piece of art. You turn your gaze to him in curiosity and wonder. "When did you get this done, hun?"

"This morning," he replies as he quickly puts his shirt back on. "I, uh, went with Jungkook. He said the artist was having a flash deal or something."

You nod, not quite sure why getting a tattoo would be something he'd want to hide from you, considering you had a few pieces of your own that he's praised and fawned over in the past. "I like it."

His eyes snap to yours and he wears a shy smile. "You do?"

"Why wouldn't I? I mean, I give you props for getting your first tattoo in one of the most painful areas to receive one but it's also really nicely done and I think it suits you."

Jimin preens at the compliment. "I just wasn't sure if you'd like it because I know you really like Jungkook's sleeve and—"

"Wait," you frown, "did you get a tattoo only because I was admiring your friend's tattoos?"

Hearing said it out loud makes Jimin flush with embarrassment but he shakes his head. "N-no, definitely not. I've always wanted one but I will admit that I was feeling a little..."

"Jealous?" You offer half-jokingly.

"No, not jealous!"

You raise your brows as if to say 'yeah, sure'.

"Okay, maybe a little jealous." He admits. "You can't blame me though. The kid radiates hot-angsty-e-boy-gamer energy."

"Sure," you muse, "if you're into that kind of thing. But I don't know how that has anything to do with me or you."

Jimin shrugs and mindlessly rubs gentle circles into the meat of your thigh. "In hindsight, yeah, I know. But when I saw you admiring his tattoos, my mind went to this weird place where I thought that maybe you'd like me a little bit more if I got a tattoo."

If it were anyone else, you would have told them how silly that excuse sounded, but you know Jimin and that, sometimes, what he says isn't necessarily what he's trying to say.

"But then I realised how stupid that sounded because we both know my stroke game is why you're with me."

You can't help but laugh loudly, especially when he wiggles his eyebrows and grinds his clothed member against your covered core teasingly. You smack his shoulder playfully. "You're incorrigible."

"And you're the only person I know who uses words like 'incorrigible'." He jokes, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Maybe you should get that tattooed on you next time."

"Nah." Another kiss. "I'm thinking of getting something else."

"Oh?"

"Your name."

You chuckle against his lips. "Do it and I will seriously leave you so that you will have to get it covered or removed."

"Aww, why can't I get your name in a gothic font tattooed on my chest with love hearts? I think that's pretty romantic."

You roll your eyes at his teasing nature and kiss him again, softly. "Let's just stick with the one tattoo for now and wait for it to heal before you decide what you want to get next. Besides, we've got other things to worry about."

He raises an eyebrow questioningly. "Like?"

"Like..." You lift yourself up from his lap and kneel on the carpet in front of him. Knowing where this is going, Jimin excitedly hands you a cushion to place under your knees before sitting back and allowing you free reign. "So, because your skin is still sensitive, I'm not risking any friction at least until tomorrow. However," you gesture for him to remove his shirt completely before you work on unbuckling his jeans and removing his semi-hard cock from their clothed confines. "I'm really turned on right now because the fact that you got a tattoo is incredibly sexy and I want to suck your dick. Cool?"

Before he can even formulate a response, you take his thick member in your hands and pump it a few times. You patiently await his response, watching him tug his bottom lip between his teeth.

Inhaling deeply, Jimin manages to stutter a breathless "cool" before you smirk and engulf his now-hard cock in your mouth.

fin.

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a/n: hiya!

in case you were wondering, no, I am not dead. just a lil burnt out from doing absolutely nothing, hah!

but I hope you enjoyed this lil drabble that is a product of procrastination and distraction! I saw this one gif at the start of November while lying in bed and instead of getting up to work on my taehyung wip, ‘never mind’ was written in the span of thirty minutes on my notes app lmao. I didn’t want to post it until I had finished my current wip, but because I am (finally) returning to work tomorrow/today (saturday), I decided to post it for all of you lovely people who may come across it. it hasn’t been edited or beta’d, so let me know if you find any mistakes.

speaking of work, I’m going to try to be more on top of my writing. I realised that when I first started writing and posting again, I was churning out work once a week, which I think led to my imminent burnout, followed by my two month break from posting anything new. not to say I haven’t been dedicating time to my writing, but I did find myself feeling more inspired with fic ideas but not being able to write anything. it happens, I know, but, I’m feeling really good and I am very excited about my upcoming work. currently, I am still working on my taehyung fic (eep!) so hopefully it will be ready to share before the end of the year!

regardless if you’re new or you’re familiar with my other pieces, i just want to thank you so much for reading my work. i am always open to thoughts and feedback, so feel free to drop a like, reblog or send me a message!

please look forward to my other work ♡

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[namjooningelsewhere]

Chapter - #17B

💭A/N - These two aren't going to stop, they are a secret team of two, but also Tae is going to come up with something that's going to blow up bad! but that's a little bit later, We get into the past from the next updates.

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[likeastarstar]

The House Call

Summary: As a full time grad student and part time drug dealer, you have a lot on your plate and Namjoon being a shitty school project partner is NOT helping, ok?!

masterlist.

Okay, so you were a drug dealer.

Nothing major! It was just weed, which would be legalized quickly, given the way the rest of the world was going. It was just to get you through grad school, you only sold to friends. You kept your circle tight, not many people even knew you dealt. You were very selective, which is why when Seokjin asked to share your number with his friend, you were unsure. But he was your most reliable customer, so his friends must be too.

What made it even worse was that he apparently was too busy to meet up at your usual drop spot- insisting to pay extra if you did a house call instead. You agreed, obviously, but still. It was annoying.

You had things to do, there was a huge project due the next morning and your partner hadn't done his part of it. He looked smart enough when you were paired up- he had glasses and everything. How were you supposed to know he was lazy as shit.

A buzzing in your pocket interrupted your internal rant- who the hell was calling you this late at night?

"Hello?" You snapped, letting your bad mood seep through your tone.

"Uh, hi- I had a question about the project."

Namjoon- your project partner. Of course. You groaned, walking up the steps to the apartment complex to where you were meant to drop off the weed. All of your conversations with this new customer had been through Jin, a fact that you regretted deeply.

"Get it over with, you know you really should've done this sooner," You sighed, checking the apartment numbers twice before knocking on the door.

"I normally would've but I've been really stressed, ok?" He apologized, a shuffling sound coming through the line.

You rolled your eyes as the door in front of you opened, revealing-

"Namjoon," You gasped, taken aback. He was Jin's friend? What are the odds. You hung up quickly, raising your eyebrows dramatically, "What are you doing buying weed instead of working on our project?"

He looked shocked himself, towering over you with his phone still pressed to his ear. He was dressed more casually than you were used to seeing, his hair disheveled in a way that oddly looked better than when he tried to tame it.

"I told you I was stressed," He mumbled, "Come in. I didn't know you were a dealer."

"I didn't know you smoked," You bit back, rolling your eyes.

You pursed your lips but stepped into his place, looking around curiously. It was nice, decorated in a way you wouldn't have expected from a 20 something year old boy. His place was relatively clean, other than the multiple empty cup noodles placed in random areas and the insane amount of paper laying around, "is this all schoolwork?"

"I'm taking a lot of classes," He shrugged, "How much is it?"

"Uh- thirty," You answered, picking up the nearest piece of paper. It was for micronutrients in the human body. the human, a class you had taken two semesters ago on a whim. "No wonder you're stressed out."

He handed you the money wordlessly, trading you for the paper in your hand. You looked at him for the first time since you walked in, only now noticing the dark circles under his eye and the way he had seemingly bitten his lower lip raw. You groaned, feeling all of the annoyance you had minutes ago turn into sympathy.

You shoved the money in your pocket and handed him his weed, pulling your backpack off your back, "Get high, take a break."

"I can't take a break right now, I'm so fucking behind on all of my classes-"

"Chill, I'll help you. Light up, we'll work on the project together and then I'll help you on micro. I got an A in it, I'll tutor you."

So that's what you did, working through the mountain of shit he had piled up in his living room side by side. You never really noticed how funny he was before, both unintentionally and intentionally. He offered your own weed to you and you accepted, feeling nice and relaxed by the time you had gotten around to tutoring Namjoon on other subjects.

"Do you understand it a little more now?" You asked, looking up at him. He was sat beside you on the couch, thighs touching yours with an arm stretched behind your head on the couch. He nodded and frowned, correcting his work and leaning towards you to show you. "Y-yeah, that's right."

He smelt really good- like sandalwood and honey. You couldn't help but stare at the way he was sucking his cheeks in in concentration. Why the hell was this guy a environmental science major? He could be a model.

"You're a really fast learner," You noted, your voice soft and hazy, the way it always was when you were high.

"You're a good teacher," He mumbled, smiling sleepily at you.

He looked so cute you couldn't help it, leaning forwards to kiss him. Namjoon was caught off guard, freezing for a moment but his lips were soft and his skin was warm, drawing you in before you snapped back to reality, pulling away sharply.

"I shouldn't have done that," You gasped, leaning away from him awkwardly. You had to get out of here- eyes already searching for your belongings. Embarrassment crept up on your skin, heating your cheeks. Maybe you could blame it on being reallt fucking blazed, which you were.

"No," He said suddenly, catching your arm with a hand around your wrist, "I should've done it."

What?

"Why do you think I wanted to be your partner for this project?" He smiled, eyes lighting up in a cute way you hadn't noticed before.

"Um, because I'm the smartest person in class?" You guessed, playing with his large hand idly. His fingers felt good between yours, tingling shocks sparking in the places where his skin touched yours.

He laughed softly, nodding sheepishly, "That too- but more than a good grade, what I wanted was you. Part of the reason I'm so behind in class is because all I do during lecture is stare at you- you're not very good at controlling your facial expressions, did you know that?"

You pulled your mouth into a tight line, smiling awkwardly. It was true, you had been known to show every thought passing through your mind on your face. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"You're really scary," He shrugged plainly, as if it were just an obvious fact. "You yell at me a lot which makes me nervous and horny at the same time and I've been trying to figure out whether that means I'm a freak or not."

"It's a good thing I enjoy yelling at you," You noted, more to yourself than him.

"You can yell at me whenever you want, baby," He said jokingly, grinning down at you. Holy shit, he had really nice teeth.

You barely had time to process his words before his lips were on yours, leading the kiss this time. His hand cradled the side of your face, thumb stroking your still flushed cheeks delicately as his other arm wrapped around your waist. You placed your hands on his shoulders, squeezing the muscle under your palms and pulling him closer to you. Namjoon guided you onto his lap, holding you closer him. God- he was warm and strong and so, so soft.

His hands stayed in their polite place at your waist, kneading into the flesh of your sides with a purpose. Namjoon was a good kisser- an easy balance of dominant and soft. He knew where to push and pull, reading your body like it was second nature to him. First kisses could be awkward, but this one was perfect.

His tongue licked a tentative swipe along the edges of your mouth and you reached up to sink your hands in his hair, pushing his head to the side slightly as you parted your lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue was soft against yours and he tasted like smoke and something sweet, your favorite strain of weed invading your senses.

"We should do this more often- maybe not the tutoring thing, but this- the kissing thing," He said, parting from you for a moment.

You nodded eagerly, pulling him back towards you, "Yeah, definitely- the kissing thing. Maybe if I give you enough time to stare at me outside of class, you'll do better too. I really can't date anyone below a 3.5 GPA you know."

"Okay, calm down," He pouted, narrowing his eyebrows at you, "I have a 3.8."

"I have a 3.84," You bragged, "Don't worry, I'll tutor you."

He stifled a laugh and began kissing you again. You smiled and reminded yourself to thank Kim Seokjin for asking you to make a house call.

(A/N: giiirrrl what the hell? I don't have a 3.84 in my program...maybe I should've gone into a creative writing grad program instead....LMAO)

#bts fic #namjoon x oc #namjoon fic #namjoon fluff #bts stoner #bts stoner fic #bts one shot #namjoon one shot #namjoon x you #kim namjoon fanfiction #namjoon x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon!classmate AU #Namjoon!grad student AU #bts!au #BTS!classmate AU

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Your Noona | Requested Idol!JK x NonIdol/Noona!Reader | Fluffy Oneshot

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x NonIdol/Noona!Reader

Sides: ChildhoodFriend!Taehyung, Friends!BTS

Keywords: noona, age gap, secret crush, f2l

Warnings: swearing

Word count: around 5,500

There is mention of a house warming party. In Korea it is somewhat traditional to bring over toilet paper and cleaning supplies when going to such gathering, so please don’t be surprised when YN talks about the stacks of tp in her apartment xd

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Noona

Noona is a word used by Korean males to address females older than them who they are close to (biological or not).

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With her leather handbag full of gifts and trinkets from France weighing on her shoulder, YN pressed the elevator button. She waited in front of the heavy steel door, staring at the bright red light-up sign above it.

“10, 9, 8.” She counted in her head as the numbers went down signalling the coming of the elevator. “7, 6, 5.” She sighed, unable to brush off the tiredness caused by the jetlag. “4, 3, 2, 1.” The door slid open with a quiet bell sound. YN hesitated before pressing in the correct number. “Was it 6th or 7th?” She whispered to herself, cursing at her forgetfulness. She ended up pressing both numbers.

Looking into the mirrored back wall of the elevator she checked herself out, making sure there were no imperfections in her outfit, hair, or makeup. Her camel-coloured coat reached right to her knees, leaving just the right amount of leg out to look cute, but not feel too cold in the winter’s cold weather. She unbuttoned the outer garment to take a look at the light brown mini skirt and blazer combo she wore today. Paired with an ecru blouse, nude tights, and white leather sneakers she looked rather casual than smart.

A robotic female voice announced the elevator’s arrival on the sixth floor of the building. YN looked out the door, unsure if that was where her best friend had his studio. She stepped out onto the somewhat familiar corridor, looking around for anyone to ask for directions. She walked down the long hallway, white lights above her head, unmarked doors to either side of her, unrecognizable chatter behind most of them.

“Where are you Kim Taaehyung?” She muttered under her breath, simultaneously reaching into the pocket of her coat to fish out her cellphone. “Tae-hyung-ie.” She syllabized while typing in her best friend’s name into her contacts. She raised the device to her ear right after starting the call. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” She whispered quickly, hoping she didn’t drive out here for no reason. The static beeping noise was abruptly broken and replaced with the familiar low voice of a boy she knew since kindergarten.

“YN noona?” Taehyung asked and his surprised tone echoed through both of YN’s ears. She looked around, taken aback by the weird stereo effect she was experiencing. She turned to look behind her and saw one of the doors she passed by opening.

“Taehyung-ie, are you at your studio?” She asked, skipping over any greetings.

“Y- yes, why?” He answered her with another question. He wasn’t expecting her call and had to excuse himself from dance practice to pick up.

“Taehyung-ie!” YN exclaimed, seeing him walk out from behind the opening door and onto the bland corridor.

“Noona?!” Taehyung yelled into the phone making her wince at the incredible volume of his voice. “Oh my god!” He discarded his phone into the back pocket of his jeans before running up to and engulfing her in a suffocating hug. “YN noona!”

“Ah, seriously?” YN gasped out the bits of air that he didn’t manage to squeeze out of her lungs with his strong embrace. “Let go of me.” She groaned, pushing him away playfully. He had the sweetest boxy smile on his face and her expression wasn’t too far off of his.

“When did you come back?” He ran his hand through his black hair. It was still slightly curly with remains of the perm he got a couple of weeks back.

“Last night, you crazy person.” She chuckled, punching his arm and he squirmed jokingly.

“Ah, noona.” He sighed, his eyes dreamy with all the happiness he was experiencing at this moment. Spontaneously he threw his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into a side hug. “I missed you.” YN felt her heart growing warmer with every second.

“I missed you too, Taehyung.” She admitted without hesitation earning a giggle from her friend.

“Why are you here?” He asked after a moment, realizing she should be thousands of kilometres away, working in her company’s European branch. “I mean- I thought you weren’t coming back until next Chuseok.” He corrected himself not to sound rude.

“Yeah, well I got bored of Paris.” She shrugged, unconvincingly since there was a mischievous grin plastered across her face.

“Bored? Of Paris? You?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, knowing she’s withholding some juicy piece of information from him.

“I just missed Korea too much to stay away for any longer.” She looked up at him with that same grin.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed.

“And…” She elongated the word as she slipped from under his arm and stopped to stand face to face with him. “I got a promotion!” She finally exclaimed, grabbing his hands in hers.

“Congratulations!” He screamed out, matching her excited pitch.

“Thank you!” They jumped up and down, tugging on each other’s hands for a moment longer before Taehyung stopped to ask an obvious question.

“So who are you now?” YN smiled, happy to hear him ask about her new position.

“Say ‘hello’ to Y/Company’s/N’s youngest C.A.O..” She said in a jokingly seductive tone, smiling brightly. 

“What is that?” Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows in a frown. YN exhaled a chuckle at his lack of knowledge about company titles.

“God, it’s- it’s Chief Administrative Officer.” She explained but seeing his expression stay the same as it was she decided to go deeper into the description of the post. “It means I’m a top-tier executive who supervises daily operations of the company and I’m also responsible for its overall performance.”

“That’s good.” He nodded unsure if it was good.

“Hell yeah, it is!” YN laughed, wrapping her arm around his shoulders with some struggle since he was now taller than she was.

“Does that mean you’re moving back to Korea?” He looked at her with hope, but she didn’t notice as her gaze was directed forward.

“Yeah, at least for a couple of years.” Taehyung shoved her arm off of himself in shock.

“A couple of- that’s great, YN!” He pushed his chest against her face when he suddenly hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy for you!” He screamed, rocking them both side to side.

“Thank you!” She snaked her arms around his waist before pushing away. She was usually the one breaking hugs and ending sad goodbye’s because if it was up to Taehyung she would never leave his side. “I’m also so very happy, but still, a little bummed I had to leave my Parisian life behind.” She whined slightly, looking down onto her fumbling hands.

“Ah, but now you’ll start your Seoul life again.” Taehyung spoke in a tone of a visionary. He put his arm behind her back and used the other to drag over the imaginary horizon. “With me by your side, it won’t be that bad.” He added quickly.

“Won’t be bad at all.” She chuckled, putting an elbow to his side.

“That’s what I like to hear!” He laughed out. “So, when are you buying me dinner?” YN scoffed at his forwardness. Sometimes he just loved to take advantage of their month-long age gap.

“Who do you think-” She was getting ready to teasingly scold him, but interrupted her with a loud call.

“Jungkook-ie!” He exclaimed, looking to the door he earlier exited. “Look who’s here to buy us dinner.”

“You little- wait, that’s-”

YN barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping at the sight of the boy she last saw about a year ago - face to face at least. She saw all the boys of BTS all the time during her Skype calls with Taehyung, they’d often drop by to chat or whatnot, Jungkook included, but seeing him in real life… Was an experience, to say the least. He was fit, there was no way around it. Well dressed. With a handsome face and a good haircut. YN sighed as she was reminded of her small crush on the boy.

To add gasoline to the flame Jungkook had a similar experience seeing YN, standing under his hyung’s arm in the middle of the sixth floor’s corridor looking so… Breathtaking. Ever since he realized he had a crush on her he… He merely couldn’t find any other way to describe her. She changed so much in the passing years, evolved, grew into herself. He wasn’t expecting to see her and if she paid him enough mind she would notice how shocked and flustered he was. However, preoccupied with the excitement of seeing her best friend again and the time pressure of having to go meet her realtor in just a short while she didn’t. Jungkook inhaled sharply in an attempt to calm himself down and stop the racing of thoughts in his head.

“YN noona!” He exclaimed with excitement and shock lining his voice. “When did you-”

“Last night.” Taehyung interrupted him, dragging YN under his arm to walk closer to the other boy.

“And for how-”

“For good!” He interrupted him again and Jungkook’s eyes widened at the prospect of seeing YN more often because if she was going to stay in Seoul she was most definitely going to hang out with Taehyung and if she hung out with him he could tag along and stare at her all he wanted, admiring her beauty, getting lost in the sweet sound of her voice, the smell of her-

“Hey, that’s not decided.” YN replied, poking her best friend in the side and removing Jungkook out of his daydream.

“For a couple of years at least.” Taehyung explained by quoting her earlier words.

“That’s great.” He smiled at her as they stood right by each other now. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look healthy.” She smiled at his kindhearted comment, not paying it much mind while he cursed himself out in his head for not saying something more personal or meaningful.

“So, noona what are we eating?” Taehyung asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“Nothing, Taehyung!” She scolded him, instantly jumping from under his heavy arm. “I only came by to say ‘hello’ and give you…” She reached into her purse and pulled out a big paper bag. “This.” As soon as she showed them the packageTaehyung’s hands were already on it, discarding the bag and opening the box hidden inside.

“Yes!” He hummed, looking inside to see a bunch of miniature croissants with different toppings and fillings, ones YN always raved about and promised to bring over whenever she was going to visit.

“I hope you like them as much as I do.” She said smiling at the content in his eyes. As much as she hated having to pay for his meals when they ate together she also loved seeing him get excited over certain dishes and simply eat. “Just don’t eat them all in one sitting.” She cautioned him already imagining the stomach ache he would have to endure if he did that. “And leave some for your friends.” She added gesturing to Jungkook’s hungry stare.

“I won’t, noona.” He assured her quickly and closed the box.

“I have an apartment viewing in about…” She glanced at her wristwatch and noticing how late it was already she sighed slightly. “Ten minutes. I’ll buy you dinner next time.” Taehyung pouted sweetly at the sound of her words even though he knew there was no way for him to get out of the studio right now.

“You’ll have to invite us over to your new place, noona.” YN smiled warmly at Jungkook who finally spoke up again. He smiled brightly at her, showing his bunny-like teeth she adored.

“Ah, I work a lot.” She breathed out, imagining how would be hosting the entirety of BTS in a tiny studio apartment because there was no way she could afford anything more if she wanted to live close to her work in Gangnam-gu. At least not yet. “I don’t know if my schedule will allow me to do that.”

“Is that your excuse to get out of treating us?” Taehyung teased her, pulling on the sleeve of her woollen coat.

“How did you know?” She shot right back with a cheeky smirk that quickly turned into a loving smile. “Keep reminding me.” YN wrapped her arm around his back to pat it caringly. “Hopefully soon our plans will align and then I will buy both of you whatever you want.” Both boys smiled with hope glistening in their eyes at her promise.

-

“Coming!” Jungkook heard YN’s muffled voice right after he pressed on the bell. He swallowed loudly and within seconds she opened the door. Dressed in more of a laid back outfit than he was used to seeing her in - a simple t-shirt, a pair of high waisted beige pants and thinly rimmed silver glasses - she still managed to both knock the wind out of his chest and make him feel underdressed. “Hi! Oh-” Her happy expression faded into a slightly confused one. “I thought you would come over together.” She stepped to the side to let him walk past her and inside the apartment.

“Ah, didn’t Hyung tell you?” He asked, slipping his black boots off as she locked the door behind him. “He had to stay late for dance practice. He said to order without him.”

“No, Taehyung called me already.” Jungkook barely stopped himself from grinning. Taehyung’s last-minute call to YN was part of a much bigger plan. “I meant Jimin Oppa.” She clarified, leaving her keys in the lock. “I thought he would come with you.” Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, hoping his acting skills were good enough to make his performance believable to her.

“I meant Jimin Hyung too.” He slipped off his jacket and she took it to place it on a hidden hanger in a closet behind her. “He’s still at the studio. I didn’t see Taehyunf-ie Hyung there.” He added.

“Oh. Weird. ” YN frowned in confusion. “None of them said anything in the group chat or anything. I mean Taehyung called me, but-”

“Ah, Jimin must have just forgotten.” He shrugged, playing it off. “You know how he is.”

“I guess.” She nodded before turning to face him. In the thin hallway of her apartment there couldn’t be more than forty centimetres of space between them - an amount that to Jungkook seemed like an unswimmable ocean at this moment.

“So it’s just the two of us until they decide they’ve had enough dancing for the night.” He smiled, feeling the blush creeping up onto his ears and slowly making its way onto his cheeks.

“If they decide that.” She giggled only making him feel warmer in the face.

“So, noona, will you show me around?” He asked in hopes of taking her piercing gaze off him so she didn’t notice his nervous state.

“Yes, of course.” She exclaimed, excited all of a sudden. “So where we are now is my tiny genkan.” She gestured to the small space they stood in - a lowered, tiled area, a little smaller than a square meter. “Here is my wall of closets.” She tapped on the white doors behind her, hiding tons of storage much needed in an apartment as small as this one. “Here is my tiny bathroom.” She walked to the door next to him, switching on the lights to reveal a modern bathroom - something hard to come by in buildings that weren’t newbuilds. “Please don’t mind the toilet paper stacks, I’ve had friends come over for a housewarming party last weekend.” She chuckled, pointing to the surprising amount of toilet paper stacked under the shower. From the bathroom she led him to the main space of the flat. “Here is my kitchen-living-dining-office-room combo.” The room wasn’t big, but it somehow still managed to fit a kitchenette, bar and coffee table, some shelves, and a decently sized couch. “In that nook over there is my bed, you can’t really call that a bedroom, but it’s fine and here- here is my favourite part of this whole place.” YN almost skipped to the large sliding door on the back wall of the apartment. She pulled on it and gestured for him to take a peek inside. “The sunroom!” She exclaimed happily. “It’s dark now, but believe me in the mornings it’s just breathtaking.” Jungkook smiled at the sound of the word.

“Yeah, I bet.” He murmured, glancing over the small rectangular space constructed of mostly windows where YN put up some plants and a tiny table with chairs.

“What do you think?” She asked leaning on the door frame, dangerously close to him.

Truth be told her apartment was everything he expected it to be. Small, but not cramped. Neatly decorated and clean, but not entirely perfect. It didn’t give off a vibe of being creepily overplanned as if taken out of an IKEA booklet. It felt warm and homey, but most importantly it smelled of her which he simply adored. 

“It’s nice.” He smiled, looking down at her. “Cozy. It suits you.” She batted her eyelashes, playing shy.

“Thanks.” She muttered before looking straight at him again. “You hungry already?”

“Starving.” Jungkook breathed out with a slight chuckle, letting the tension in his body loose.

“Let’s order then.” She chirped, reaching for her phone to scour the apps for something tasty.

-

Jungkook’s eyes widened, staying focused on YN’s throat while she downed almost the entirety of her glass. The two of them sat on the carpet-covered floor of her apartment, back resting against her sofa, soft music playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the background, boxes of chicken and fries on the coffee table.

“Drink slower or you’ll get in trouble.” He chuckled, licking his fingers clean from the chicken he just ate.

“This is my first beer.” She shot back, almost choking on the last sip of the fizzy beverage.

“You don’t want it to be the last.” He said in a jokingly warning tone earning an overdramatic eye roll from the girl. “Drinking fast makes you get drunk faster. It was scientifically proven that-”

“Ah, let me do what I want.” She interrupted him, laughing through her words. “If you weren’t Taehyung’s friend I would kick you out already.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” He smirked, hoping for his words to ring true and with the way she smiled at him he was almost certain they would. “Something came to my mind on my way here.” YN leaned her head against her bent leg and hummed, signalizing for him to go on. “Knowing your future is the shittiest feeling of all.”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him curiously, resting her chin on her knee now to see him better. “What’s your shitty fortune then?” Jungkook sighed, letting his head fall back onto the soft cushions of the couch behind him.

“I’ll live my life the way I am expected to.” He murmured. “I’ll show up where I’m needed. I’ll sing when people want to hear it. Dance when they want to see it.” His words carried an unimaginable weight with them. A weight YN imagined would break any other man, but not him. “I’ll get married in my late thirties or early forties, because ‘what even is an idol that’s not single?’.” He chuckled sadly. “And after all that I’ll fade away and- what?” He stopped his reasoning as the sudden sound of her muffled scoff.

“You won’t fade away.” She shook her head and straightened up. Hearing Jungkook say all of that made her heart ache. “You’re too good for that.” She patted his shoulder firmly. “Too cool.”

“You think I’m cool?” He muttered out the question so quietly it got drowned out by YN’s next argument.

“Also you have to create your fate.” She said in a stern tone that Jungkook couldn’t possibly take seriously after hearing her call him cool. “I think I heard that in one of your guys’ songs.” 

“Am I cool to you?” He repeated himself.

“Don’t interrupt me.” She scolded him, taking advantage of their age gap. “You can change your life depending on what you do, Jungkook-ah.” She looked into his deep brown eyes and seeing an unfamiliar shine in the otherwise perfect irises she decided to add one more comment to her speech. “Just don’t do anything too reckless.” She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second. “I would hate to watch you getting hurt.”

Jungkook smiled at her, sincerely, with all his heart. Her words gave him hope and courage. He breathed in sharply, showing off his bunny-like teeth in a wide smile.

“All the girls I dated- ah, it sounds like I dated a lot of girls.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “All those girls, those moments…” He continued despite knowing she must be a little taken aback by the change in topics. The two of them never talked about their romantic lives with each other for which he was grateful because if he heard of even one boy that wasn’t him hitting on YN he was sure he’d implode. “I thought that was what love feels, but in reality, it might not have been love at all.” YN frowned sadly, her eyes still on his, getting lost in their beauty. “Not true love at least.”

“What even is true love?” She scoffed, breaking eye contact. If she was going to say what she thought of just seconds ago she couldn’t be looking at him. “I’ve never been in love.” She confessed without much hesitation now that she averted her gaze.

“Never?” She simply hummed out an agreement while looking at her feet on the fuzzy rug. “I have. Actually, I still am.” YN smiled, but her gaze remained down.

“Lucky you.” Jungkook traced her movements with caution, not wanting to say too much or too little. This moment was important and he wasn’t going to mess it up.

“Yeah. There might be some luck in my situation.” He was being vague and she easily read it in his voice that he wanted her to ask him more. As new as this situation was - since she never talked to Jungkook about this kind of stuff - it also felt almost natural.

“Are you together?” He stayed silent so she decided upon explaining her question further. “With the girl that you’re in love with.”

“Ah.” He exhaled weakly, leaning his head on the couch again, but keeping his eyes on her. “Not entirely.” YN looked at his blonde hair scattered on the grey cushioning of the sofa. Later her stare travelled to his forehead, his strong eyebrows and then his deep brown eyes that contrasted so perfectly with the lightness of his hair.

“How so?” The corner of his lips tugged upwards as she took the bait he was trying to give her.

“Well, we’re not dating-” His eyelids fell slightly as his gaze went to her lips and then opened back up as it came to her eyes again. “- but we are in the same room.” YN exhaled a slight chuckle and smiled at him sweetly.

“You are a lot smoother than the last time we talked.” She admitted, still hugging onto the leg she had up to her chest. She felt oddly comfortable with his corny confession, taking it as a weak joke of some sort.

“Smooth enough to get you to agree to go on a date with me?” He asked, staying in the same relaxed position. YN shook her head slightly, looking down once more, releasing it might have not been kidding.

“I’m your noona.” She muttered under her breath. Jungkook shifted from his previous spot and shuffled to sit closer to her. At this point YN was sure he wasn’t kidding though she kind of wished for him to be.

“By less than two years.” He said sternly, sitting right in front of her, scanning her face up and down while she didn’t dare to even glance at him.

“Still, it’s-”

“It’s what?” He interrupted her at which she lifted her face, making their eyes meet. The glimmer she noticed said it all.

“Inappropriate.” She seeped through gritted teeth. YN never thought the boy could see her as anything more than his senior, his noona, his bandmates childhood best friend who bought him dinner whenever she came over.

“Pft.” Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Says who?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

“Everyone, Jungkook.” She declared and raised her finger at him right as he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘fuck everyone’!” He shook his head before coming up with a different comeback.

“So stop making excuses and face your feelings.” This time it was her that scoffed.

“Who says I have any feelings for you?” Jungkook felt his stomach turn. He considered getting rejected, but coming face to face with it he wasn’t prepared to take that blow.

“M- my gut.” He stuttered.

“Your gut?” She shot him a patronizing stare. Seeing that look in her eyes angered him and anger gave him a rush of courage he needed.

“Yes. Stop repeating my words.”

“Stop disrespecting your noona.”

“Stop taking advantage of our age gap.” YN sighed breaking the staring contest and brought her other leg up as if to shield herself from him. “If we were in Paris or Madrid or anywhere else you lived while you were working in Europe you wouldn’t think twice about it and you know it. If the roles were reversed and I was older it wouldn’t be a problem either.” He spoke from his heart and she knew he was right. “Why is it suddenly so important when you’re in Korea?” She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stop herself from blowing up on the poor boy. He wasn’t the one to blame for the norms generally applicable in Korea when it came to dating.

“Because of societal rules.” She uttered out quietly. Feeling the pain in her voice made Jungkook want to be close to her, wrap his arms around her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but he didn’t want to cross any lines so he opted for just shifting closer to her. Close enough so the sides of his thighs touched her curled up legs.

“It’s two years.” He whispered, twirling a piece of her hair between his fingers. “Barely two years.”

“To you.” YN murmured, faced away from him.

“And to you?” Her shoulders rose and fell down abruptly as she sighed deeply.

“Stop it.”

“My mom is older than my dad.” He started slowly, now stroking her arm. “By two years too.”

“Is she?” He smiled at the hopeful change in her tone.

“Yeah.” He purred. “And to make it even less socially acceptable she was the one that hit on my dad, not the other way around.” YN chuckled, sending a shiver of excitement down his back.

“So that’s where you get your determination from.” Jungkook hummed in agreement.

“You bet.” YN straightened up, pushing his hand away. With great struggle, she managed to look him in the eyes again.

“Jungkook-ah, I-”

“YN Noona, I like you. A lot.” He interrupted her as soon as their stares met. “And your age was never a factor in me coming to those feelings.”

She stayed silent for a moment after he said that, keeping eye contact and after that short while Jungkook saw her legs drop down as she came into a kneel. Her soft palms made contact with the warmth of his cheeks bringing his lips to her own. His hands instantly travelled to her waist, guiding her to sit in his lap, her legs draped to the side. She teased him by biting on his lower lip lightly, asking for him to open his mouth to her and he did, allowing her tongue to dance alongside his as if they kissed like this a million times before.

“How am I going to tell Taehyung about this?” YN asked after breaking the kiss. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, his hands caressed the bare skin of her back under her t-shirt.

“He already knows.” Jungkook smiled against her lips as he leaned forward to plant a wet peck on them.

“What?” YN looked at him wide eyed and he smiled brighter. Her gaze fell down to the space between their chests as she felt a hint of pinkish lush blossom on her cheeks.

“Did you really think both him and Jimin had to bail last minute, leaving me and you all alone?” Jungkook grazed his nose over hers in an attempt to get her to look back at him again, but it didn’t work. “I told Hyung I was going to confess to you this morning.” Her eyelashes fluttered slowly and he was able to look into her shining eyes once again. “He came up with this plan and even cheered me on.”

“Really?” YN asked in disbelief, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting them upon his shoulders. He liked it, the weight of her body on him, it made him feel strong and needed. 

“Yeah, I told him that I liked you a long time ago.” He noticed the questioning raise of her eyebrows, but kept talking as if he didn’t. “Ever since then he’s been teasing me about it, but when I spoke to him this morning he was so serious.” Jungkook rolled his head back exhaling a small laugh at the memory of the conversation he had with Taehyung earlier in the day. The small movement exposed the skin of his neck to YN and her eyes naturally travelled to the surface she never before paid much attention to, but now wanted to shower with not only kisses. “He even gave me a speech about how I can’t ever be mean to you and ruin your guys’ friendship and that I should treat you right-”

“And will you?” She tugged on his shoulders lightly, but he was faster in his reaction. He straightened up and rested his forehead against hers.

“Are you kidding me? Of course.” He spoke in a low, calm voice. “So?”

“So what?” YN smiled, running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head - a motion he already grew to love.

“Are we like a thing now?” He grinned without hiding his excitement. Jungkook wanted them to be ‘a thing’, something, anything, as long as it was him and her.

“Take me out first and then I’ll make up my mind.” She joked, keeping the same smile on her lips. Jungkook leaned forward, pulling her hips closer as their mouth crashed in a quick yet passionate kiss.

“What are we waiting for then?” He smirked into the kiss. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” She asked, pushing his chest away so she could see him whole and make sure he wasn’t joking. 

“It’s still early.” He shrugged, bringing his hands to her upper back. “We can fit in a romantic walk by the river and I’ll treat you to a ridiculously expensive dessert after.” YN chuckled at his simple proposition. It seemed so heartfelt, so tempting. She let her hands travel mindlessly from his hair to his shoulders, then neck, jaw. She pulled him in to leave a sweet peck on his hungry lips.

“Lead the way.”

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lee chaerin, also known as cheri, is a member of the south korean group BTS. she is known for her position as main rapper, sub vocalist, and main dancer. she’s also known for her modeling, youtube, and solo career. this is where you can find more about cheri!

## LEE CHAERIN !

profile. discography. relationship with bts. relationship with other idols. style through the eras.

## SOCIAL MEDIA !

twitter. weverse. youtube.

## MISCELLANEOUS !

personal closet. tattoos. chercore. just cheri things. celebrity crushes.

## THROUGH THE YEARS !

2019 - nicknames

2020 - interviews

2020 - interviews (coming soon!)

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