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When Your Child Calls Another Member Dad ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

“Don’t,” you smiled as you watched Jin’s face drop, placing his arms back down to his sides as Yoongi picked up your daughter to a shriek of dad coming from her.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” Jin asked you, turning away from the rest of the group as he tried to regain his composure.

Your arm moved to rest against the small of his back, “she thinks that everyone is her dad these days, especially as the seven of you are always together.”

“They’re her uncles,” Jin sighed, even though you knew that, “how many of the others would she prefer to call dad over me too? We already know that she prefers to say it to Yoongi.”

Your head shook back at him, “you’re talking nonsense and worrying too much, she knows that you’re her daddy, what just happened was nothing more of a mistake.”

“What if she doesn’t know who I am?” He then fretted.

“That’s crazy, she knows exactly who you are.”

Jin briefly glanced back to look across at her, “I’ve got to do something, prove to her that I’m her dad and that Yoongi isn’t.”

“I’m sure Yoongi is doing that right now too with her.”

Yoongi:

“What did he just say?” Yoongi asked as he overheard your son looking to Jimin and calling him dad. “Please tell me that I’ve just misheard what he said just then.”

“He called me uncle,” Jimin lied, trying his hardest to sound sincere, “I’m sure that whatever you think you’ve heard is just you.”

Yoongi’s head shook back across at him, “I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but I’m not stupid Jimin, I know that he just called you, his dad.”

“I’m sure he just got confused,” Jimin tried to explain, feeling guilty as he met Yoongi’s eyes, “you know what they’re like at that age, someone smiles at them and they’re best friends.”

A small smile appeared on Yoongi’s face, “do you think he’s forgotten who I am after the tour? He’s stuttered a few times recently when trying to get my name right.”

“He definitely knows that you’re his dad,” Jimin assured.

“I’m not quite so sure these days if I’m honest.”

Jimin picked up your son and took him across to Yoongi, “look at his face, he knows straight away when he comes over to you that your dad.”

“For now, it wouldn’t surprise me if he forgets again soon.”

Hoseok:

“There’s your daddy,” Jungkook nervously smiled as your daughter called him dad, unable to bring himself to look Hobi in the eye as your daughter turned her to face him.

“I’m here,” Hobi smiled, tapping against his lap, “that guy is definitely not your daddy, he’d be rubbish looking after you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as a smile formed on his face too, “I think I’m arguably the best uncle that she has out of all of us, I spoil her constantly.”

“More than her daddy must do apparently,” Hobi muttered, dampening the atmosphere again, “that’s why she thinks that you’re her daddy instead of me,” he added in a whisper.

Jungkook stood up, taking your daughter across to sit in Hobi’s lap, “she knows exactly who her daddy is, she’s just made a bit of a mistake, that’s all Hobi, don’t worry.”

“Maybe you should stop spoiling her,” he suggested.

“You’re overthinking this too much Hobi right now.”

His head nodded as you interjected, “it just hurts a bit to think that she might think that another guy is her daddy, and that guy isn’t me.”

“I’m sure it’s just a mistake, she’s a bit sleepy after all.”

Namjoon:

“Hey,” you whispered as Hobi took your son away from Namjoon as he noticed him beginning to get teary eyed. “Don’t let him see that you got upset, he has no idea what he’s done.”

“But I do,” Namjoon sighed, wiping underneath his eyes carefully, “he called Taehyung dad, of all the things, he said dad.”

You weakly smiled back at him, “you know that he would never mean to call Taehyung dad,” you encouraged, “he’s of an age to make mistakes.”

“At that age do they really get confused over faces?” He enquired, surprised when your head nodded back at him. “Are you not just saying that to try and make me feel better?”

Your head shook, “Y/S/N knows that all of your faces are important to him, sometimes it’s just a slip of the tongue, like how he called Jungkook auntie the other week instead of uncle.”

“That’s true, he’s making quite a habit,” Namjoon mumbled.

“Eventually he’ll know the exact titles of you all.”

The smile on his face slowly turned up, “sometimes I think going on tour wasn’t the best thing to do, it’s just ended up confusing him Y/N.”

“He’ll learn again, just give him some time Joon.”

Jimin:

“Do you think I’m good enough?” Jimin asked you as he managed to get you alone in a corner of the studio whilst the boys all entered your daughter. “Am I a good dad Y/N?”

“What’s this all about?” You questioned, nudging his side, “you’re a great dad, and I know that Y/D/N believes that too.”

Jimin’s head shook dejectedly, “in that case why did she call Namjoon dad? What does Namjoon do for her that I don’t Y/N? Is he better?”

“Of course, he’s not,” you tried to assure him, moving your arm around his waist, “Y/D/N has been a bit confused since you all got back from tour, so many returning familiar faces.”

His head rested against the side of yours, “mine is the one face she should know more than anyone else’s though, she has no idea how much it hurts to hear her call him dad Y/N.”

“It was a mistake, she knows your dad,” you promised.

“Maybe I need to do a bit more to prove that though.”

Your head shook in reply, “you do more than enough Jimin, I know it’s hard, but try not to let it get to you, you’re the best dad to her.”

“I just hope that she knows that too Y/N.”

Taehyung:

“Daddy,” a quiet voice peeped as your son settled in Jin’s lap, poking gently against his cheek. “Daddy,” he then repeated as Jin’s eyes looked down at him in surprise.

“I’m not daddy,” Jin quickly corrected him, turning around to face Taehyung. “Your daddy is that weird man over there.”

Your eyes glanced across to Taehyung as he tried to keep himself calm. “I’m daddy,” he told her, weakly smiling whilst trying to control himself.

“Go and give your daddy a cuddle instead,” Jin suggested, placing your son back down on the ground. “Taehyung, I’m really sorry, I have no idea where that came from.”

Taehyung’s head shook back across at Jin, “you don’t need to apologise, I hope that all of this is just a mistake,” Taehyung replied as your son moved into Taehyung’s lap carefully.

“He called me dad the other day,” Namjoon spoke up.

“I think he thinks we all must be his dads in that case.”

Taehyung’s head nodded as the boys all tried to reassure him, “I guess I’ve just got to do a better job at proving that I’m his only dad.”

“You’re a great dad Taehyung, don’t say that.”

Jungkook:

“Go and find daddy,” you smiled as you let your daughter out of your hold, allowing her to run through the studio, looking around the boys to see where her daddy was.

“Y/D/N,” Jungkook grinned, however as your daughter started to walk around, she went in the complete wrong direction.

Hobi shivered as your daughter ran across to him, stumbling against his legs. “I’m not daddy,” Hobi laughed, spinning her back around to face Jungkook.

“Daddy’s over here,” Jungkook smiled, holding his arms out for her to run into, trying to force a smile onto her face as she eventually moved across to him, getting it right second time.

Once your daughter was in his arms, Jungkook walked across to you with a frown on his face. “Don’t get upset,” you tried to assure him, “these things happen, she’s still a baby.”

“But how does she get her dad wrong?” He asked.

“She could mishear, get confused, all sorts at that age.”

His head nodded as he tried to stay composed, “I’m sure she didn’t mean to pick Hobi as her dad, it just hurts a bit to see, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, I promise that she knows you’re her dad.”

---

Masterlist

Confident 04 | jjk

↳ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life he’s left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? ‘Cause Jungkook thinks you might’ve lied.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.6k

↳ Warnings: profanity, manipulation, verbal and physical assault, slut shaming, sum pining and yearning here and there, some slight jealous kook, also this is kind of unedited? I read through like the first few paragraphs then posted it cos i just couldnt wait !

↳ a/n: finally !!! here she is ahhh thank you to everyone who has been so supportive and patient for this series <3 I hope you enjoy this chapter and of course feel free to leave any comments. Also, i know i alluded to our oc being a total girlboss but i had to rewrite some of those scenes as i felt it wasn't very realistic in terms of her relationship with jk. anyways i hope you guys have a splendid time reading and once again thank you ! <3

↳ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Previously...

He doesn’t do anything else but stare at you impatiently. You think there is a hint of annoyance there too.

On the screen, Tony Stark’s heart deteriorates.

You don’t know why your own heart feels the same.

Jeon Jungkook has definitely had his fair share of angry phone calls.

Majority of them happen to come from the many women Jungkook had slept with. Why you may ask? Well, because Jungkook has a terrible habit of making empty promises. Promising whispers of staying the night and waking up to cuddles and breakfast, only for these women to wake up to an empty bed of lies.

This angry phone call however, was a complete outlier from the rest.

“Hello, Sana?”

There’s a deep sigh followed by a small sniffle that makes Jungkook hold his breath.

“Can you come over please?”

Jungkook stills like a sim waiting for its next instruction before realising he hasn't replied when Sana lets out another sigh. Though this time she’s clearly frustrated.

“Uh, you want me to come over right now?”

Her reply is quick and fierce, “Yes! Why are you busy or something?”

Jungkook slowly leans towards the small opening of his bedroom door to peer out at you lazily blowing stray strands of hair out of your face. It brings a warm grin to his lips.

“Sana, I- I’m sort of in the middle-”

Again, her reply comes quick, “Jungkook, I need you.”

Jeon Jungkook is a weak, weak man, and before he knows it, he’s flying out of his dorm, completely missing the way your whole body drops.

Sana’s face is flawless, not a single smudge of makeup or hair out of place. It’s definitely not the sight Jungkook expected judging from the muffled sniffles he had heard earlier. It makes Jungkook wonder the true reason as to why he was asked to come over.

Sana doesn’t beat around the bush the second Jungkook steps foot in her apartment. “What are you doing?”

Jungkook scratches his head, “You asked me to come over? Did I do something wrong?”

She scoffs in reply, hands on her hips and a perfectly shaped brow condescendingly raises. “Listen, I know what I said the other day, but I didn’t expect you to go off with her of all people.”

An awkward pause fills the room along with a rising tension that becomes more and more suffocating as the seconds tick by.

“Are you serious right now Jungkook?” Sana rolls her eyes heading towards her desk where her phone lays.

Jungkook remains confused and slightly irritated by the loud clicking of Sana’s pointy acrylic nails against her phone screen. He quickly tries to wrack his brain of any terrible actions he has done recently however, nothing comes up. That is until Sana’s bright screen is pushed towards his face and a grainy picture of you and Jungkook burns his retinas.

Oh, so that’s what she’s mad about.

Jungkook remembers when the photo was taken. He remembers how he so unwittingly grabbed your hand. He remembers how your fingers fit so perfectly in his, your small fingers gripping his tightly. “How did you get that photo?”

Jungkook jumps at the sudden shriek, “Ugh! That’s the first thing you ask? Really!?”

Sana rarely ever irritates Jungkook even when she can be overdramatic and unreasonable. So why has her mere presence suddenly become suffocating?

“Why are you so upset? You’re the one who wanted to stop this...” Jungkook starts, motioning wildly with his hands. “...This complicated friendship.”

She scoffs, breaking the intense eye contact they share because she knows he’s right but is too proud to lose this fight. So she changes tactics, like she usually does because it always works on Jungkook, because she has Jungkook wrapped around her pretty little finger.

“I just didn’t think you’d get over me this easily,” she croaks, voice changing as she begins to fan her face to stop any oncoming tears that may spill out of her misting eyes.

Something feels different, Jungkook can feel it. There is no sudden tug at his heartstrings, no sudden urge to comfort and cuddle her because now Jungkook can finally see right through her act.

How has he let himself become blind to her actions for so long?

“Sana stop, you’re being really immature right now,” Jungkook firmly says as he takes a step back towards her door, and it's that small movement that triggers something red and livid within Sana’s small frame.

She moves with slow and controlled motions, her hands slowly and sensually trailing up Jungkook’s toned chest. She takes one step closer, and then another all while she flutters her wispy lashes innocently in a way she knows will make him crumble. It's her last resort.

Jungkook's eyes widen as he watches his world suddenly move in slow motion. He watches Sana lean onto her tippy toes, her glossy lips puckering up to Jungkook’s stern grimace.

It’s Jungkook’s turn to sigh when he turns his head away from her and gently places his hands on her shoulders as a means to reject her next move.

“Sana,” he breathes out, “what are you doing?”

It's then Sana realises she's lost her very first battle with Jungkook, and she won’t lie, it infuriates her.

Sana keeps her distance while her once dazzling eyes turn into fiery slits. “You’ve changed, you know. Ever since you started hanging out with Jin and the rest of those idiots you never have time for me anymore,” she spits bitterly.

Jungkook’s stomach flips, but not in a way it usually does when he’s around Sana. Jungkook’s stomach flips with anger and alarm. “Don’t say that about my friends.”

Jungkook hates the way she rolls her eyes at him, but he soon finds this hatred growing the second her next sentence hisses out of her venom laced tongue. “I miss the old you, you were so easy. Whatever happened to that Jungkook, hmm?”

Jungkook feels like a fool. The realisation and humiliation hits him at full force, and although he towers over the petite girl in front of him, he is small, powerless.

His next words come out shaky, his throat burns like it's wrapped in barbed wire. “I’m not you’re fucking puppet that you can control Sana.” His vision blurs as his fists clench tightly, “Did you really think of me that way all this time?”

Sana laughs, high pitched and bubbly. It’s sweet as well as sickening. “Newsflash Jungkook! I built you. You would be nothing without me.” She scans his frame menacingly, “did you really think you would become this popular on your own?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I’m done,” Jungkook states, way too calm for someone who just realised their friendship has been built on manipulation and lies.

“Yeah? Get out then,” she huffs back, a hard scowl set on her face.

Jungkook turns on his heel and does just that.

Pretty pastel pink icing oozes out of the flimsy piping bag clutched between your hands. The shade is cute, though the swirl you attempted to make was not. You frown.

You won’t lie, you’re still a little sensitive about how Jungkook left you. Granted, your place in his life is non-existent. You’re not his girlfriend, not a close friend. You’re merely an acquaintance that just got too close. So why have you begun yearning for his presence despite the way he treated you so unpleasantly?

“How is my little baker doing- oh God that is ugly.”

A scowl instantly forms onto your face as you stare up at Jin’s disapproving eyes. “Sure, this is your first time decorating cupcakes, but that’s like the fifth one! Surely, you would’ve improved by now.”

Putting down the so-called ‘ugly’ cupcake, you continue to send Jin a deathly stare. “Thanks Jin, you’re really helpful.”

“Ah, I should’ve kept a closer eye on you,” he tsks, “you’ve wasted my precious icing on these hideous-”

Rolling your eyes for the nth time, you pick up a nice, hefty glob of icing onto your finger and rub it into Jin’s expensive Louis Vuitton shirt. You laugh wildly when he yelps, eyes flickering to his shirt and back to you before running to the closest bathroom all while yelling curses your way.

Breaking off a chunk of your cupcake and stuffing it into your mouth, you hear a shuffle behind you followed by two warm hands on your shoulders.

You're surprised by the bright boxy smile and sweet greeting that meets you. “I didn’t know you were here,” Taehyung says, engulfing you in a lung crushing hug which would be entirely uncomfortable if it weren't for the way he sweetly rubs your back and places his chin right on top of your head.

“I didn’t know you were here either,” you reply before further questioning, “wait, why are you here?”

“I was trying to study but my roommate is too loud, and the library is crowded.” He ruffles his fluffy hair slowly like he’s frustrated, and your eyes subtly follow the movement, “plus have you seen Jin’s study room It’s fucking beautiful.”

“Oh my gosh it is! And he never uses it!” you exclaim, turning around to offer Taehyung one of your decorated cupcakes.

Taehyung takes it without hesitation, breaking off a small piece to pop into his mouth. “Mmmm”, he hums, “did you make these?”

“Nah Jin made them obviously, but I did decorate them,” you say proudly, “though Jin said my icing skills are ugly.”

Taehyung studies the swirl you made, shaking his head slightly, “no, they're cute!” he exclaims brightly to which you return with a wide grin. “But, they're definitely not as cute as the person who made them,” Taehyung winks at you, his lips dropping into a smirk.

You look away, embarrassed by his teasing while Taehyung uses your shyness as an opportunity to boop your nose with an icing smothered finger.

Gasping at the sudden interference, you push Taehyung’s shoulder, turning back around to find the piping bag and get your revenge.

Predicting your next move, Taehyung is quick on his feet, running away from your wicked grin. However, Taehyung’s legs are long, so long that it’s quite difficult to catch him. “Taeeee,” you whine out as you attempt to chase after his giggling form.

He stops with a huff and bends down just for you to swipe his nose with sticky icing. “You got me,” he hums lowly, staring intently into your eyes.

Now that Taehyung is leveled with your face, you can’t help but let your eyes flicker down to his lips. He licks them out of habit and you're reminded of the time your own lips had met his.

God, girl get a grip!

“Okay, what the fuck is this,” you jump, gazing at Jin from the corner of your eye as he walks towards the two of you. Taehyung remains smug, throwing an arm around your shoulders, while you keep an awkward smile plastered on your face.

Jin squints at the sight dressed in a new but just as expensive shirt before going back to baking. You’ll never understand why he chooses to bake in such expensive clothes. Damn trust fund babies.

You breathe out looking up to find Taehyung already looking down at you, mouth opening to ask, “do you have any classes today?”

You shake your head, “do you have something planned?”

A cheeky grin spreads across his handsome face when he replies, “there’s a new bar that just opened up and I was wondering if you wanted to check it out with me.”

You just about agree excitedly before a cough interrupts your glee, “don't make plans while i'm right here assholes,” Jin grumbles.

You and Taehyung giggle forgetting that you were in fact inside of Jin’s home. Taehyung dramatically bows, gesturing towards Jin, “well, would you like to come with us?”

Jin hums satisfied, “we should invite the others, I’ll text the group chat.”

A puddle of anxiety begins brewing in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Taehyung murmurs, cheeks stuffed with the rest of his cupcake.

“Who are you inviting?” you ask, though deep inside you know what the answer will be.

“Don’t worry I'm sure Jieun will come, which means Yoongi will be invited,” Taehyung voices thinking off the top of his head. “Uhh Jimin will probably come and I think maybe Jungkook?”

You simply nod, the excitement manifesting into something sour as you let your thoughts wonder.

If Sana hadn’t interrupted, what would've happened? Would you have gone all the way, or would you replay that same night you first met?

Your indecisiveness truly frustrates you and it seems like Taehyung has picked up on your change in mood.

Taehyung’s voice is gentle, “what’s got you looking glum all of a sudden hmm?” Taehyung has always been great at picking up when there’s a change in your mood. It’s comforting and is one of your favourite quirks about him.

You shrug, “nothing, just thinking.”

“You wanna talk about it,” he coaxes, stepping closer to create a more comforting atmosphere.

You offer him a smile to cool down his concern, “nah, it’s ok, I’m probably gonna go back to my dorm now and get ready, text me the details?”

He mirrors your smile, “yeah sure, no problem, I’ll see you.”

You give him one more soft glance and shut the door behind you.

Deep bass rumbles through your body while bright neon lasers point in every direction like some sort of low budget spy movie.

The steamy air around you clings onto your skin and warms you up quick as you search for your group of friends. Drunk strangers bump into with slurred apologies flying your way as you approach the booth your friends sit at.

The wild atmosphere of the club would have made it extremely difficult to spot them if it weren't for Jimin performing a wild lap dance for an unbothered Yoongi who lazily sips on his drink with a giggling Jieun attached to his side.

Jieun immediately spots you, jumping from Yoongi’s embrace to bring you into a tight hug. “Y/N! I missed you soooo much,” she screams drunkenly into your ear as she peppers little kisses around your face.

Her kisses tickle making you throw your head back in laughter before turning into a sharp yelp when she pulls on your hand to lead you to the others.

Taehyung is second to greet you, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, “long time no see,” he jokes. Rolling your eyes, you playfully push his shoulder before waving at Yoongi and Jimin.

Shuffling towards the round table, you aim to sit next to Taehyung though Jieun sends you a sly wink as she forcefully pushes you down towards the opposite seat.

Jieun’s actions had a purpose and it comes to you when your shoulders collide with Jungkook’s sturdy ones.

His cologne wavers to you and it is a reminder of his warmth, his home, and also the rejection you felt when he kicked you out.

Jungkook pauses in his conversation with Jin, a nervous uneasy smile etched on his face. “Hi?” he croaks, but it comes out like a question more than a greeting.

From the corner of your eye you spot Jieun discreetly smirking at your flustered state. Yes, you were flustered, but not for the reason Jieun seems to be theorising.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you finally mumble.

If anyone can sense the thick tension between you and Jungkook they don’t mention it.

“How are you?” he starts, opening the conversation gently.

Well, you’re hurt, confused, and at the same time you don’t even think you should be feeling this way about Jungkook considering the absurdity of your relationship.

You internally shake those thoughts away, “I’m doing alright, how about you?”

Jungkook nods, “Yeah, I’m okay, uh,” he pauses, breaking eye contact to look down at his fidgeting fingers. “I actually wanted to apologise for-”

“Jungkook! Get your ass over here!” Jimin abruptly yells, motioning to a line of tequila shots.

Jungkook sends a thumbs up as if to tell Jimin, ‘I’ll be there in a minute’ before looking back at you to continue his sentence.

Despite the chaotic stream of neon lights that flicker around the club, you remain a sight for sore eyes.

Your makeup is natural, a dab of blush here and a little line of eyeliner there. Your hair is out and slightly curled at the ends complimenting your pretty collarbones accentuated by thin straps of your dress.

Jungkook is so lost in you that he has failed to pick up on the bored expression on your face. It makes him stumble terribly with his words.

With a slight eye roll you stop him, “Jungkook it’s fine go over there, I’m gonna go get myself some drinks as well.”

You don’t give him enough time to reply, getting up quickly in search of something to drink.

A sigh flutters past Jungkook’s lips and he gets up leaving an awkward tension that disperses between Jin, Jieun, and Yoongi.

Yoongi speaks up for the first time that night, “anyone else notice how weird that was?”

Jieun and Jin simply glare.

You make your way to an empty barstool. One that is far from where Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook down shots like its water.

You also order yourself a few tequila shots in hopes of easing the tension that stiffens your body. The burn stings though it's worth it when you begin to feel more loose and less like someone with a stick up their ass.

You down one more shot before deciding you should head back, the bartender however settles a pretty pink cocktail in front of you.

Confused, you flag down the bartender, “uh sorry, I didn’t order this.”

The bartender points at a lone man who sits four seats away from you, “that man over there bought it for you.”

Scrunching your brows you look towards the man who had supposedly bought you a drink and quietly thank the bartender. The mysterious man meets your gaze and gets up from his seat to make his way over to you.

You still. The man is definitely way older than you, his hair is dark, speckled with grey strands and a glittering Rolex on his wrist.

You crane your neck up towards his gleaming grin, “are you alone, sweetheart?” he says sickly sweet with a soft caress to your hand.

You laugh nervously, pulling your hand away from his hold. He notices, raising a brow and sitting down beside you.

“No, I’m here with my friends, speaking of which I should probably get back to,” you voice hesitantly, an uneasy smile settling on your lips. You slide off your stool nodding your head towards him, “thank you for the drink sir.”

Before you can make your escape, he moves swiftly grabbing your waist harshly. “You know, pretty girls like you should be more thankful. How ‘bout you sit and talk with me for a while?”

You don’t like his tone, the greasy smirk on his face, and the way his hand tightens around you. Twisting in his grip you place your hand on his fingers that continue to hold you with an iron grip.

“With all due respect, just because you bought me a drink doesn’t mean I owe you anything in return,” you proclaim, though it seems he does not like your reply.

“Now, now,” he laughs menacingly, “don’t be a fucking bitch.”

His quick change of tone from sweetness to anger sets alarm bells in your head.

Where was that damn bartender?

You realise you can’t get away from him by being sweet, so you stand your ground, grabbing his wrist just as hard as he holds you.

“Let go of me,” you raise your voice, grabbing the attention of a few other people.

He doesn’t, obviously. He only pulls you closer towards you, whispering into your ear, “hmm? Let go of you? What are you gonna do?”

The husk in his voice is repulsive making you squirm in his hold. Your fear only feeds his desire, his twisted grin staring down at you.

You stare at the people around you, and although some see your situation they are not brave enough to interfere. Or rather they're too drunk to realise what is really going on.

You shut your eyes for a second, a burn of panic rising in your chest. However, the second your eyes blink open, they are not met with an evil face, but a storming Jungkook that has noticed your frazzled state.

You’ll admit, you’re not too pleased with him right now, but as you feel your panic settling, you’re glad Jungkook of all people has noticed the danger you’re in.

With all the strength you could muster you break out of the man’s hold, ready to finally flee. It’s then an unexpected warmth latches onto your waist and pulls you to the side.

The hand is gentle, not at all like how the man treated you, but it isn’t Jungkook that gets to you first. It’s Taehyung who stands tall and protective in front of you.

“Sir, I believe you’re making her uncomfortable, if you could please leave her be we won’t have any issues,” Taehyung presses calmly, not wanting to aggravate the man before you.

“This your little boyfriend sweetheart?” the man sneers, examining Taehyung’s frame. You can tell Taehyung is ready to throw a punch no matter the consequences his actions may cause.

You intertwine your fingers with Taehyung’s, letting him know that you’re okay and that he doesn’t need to result to violence because the man was simply not worth the hassle

Jungkook closely watches the interaction with steady eyes. He can’t help but think he could have been in Taehyung’s position if he was fast enough. But would you even hold him?

Jungkook wasn’t oblivious to the boredom written on your face earlier. He knows it has something to do with how he had left you in such a hurry. He needs to clear it up with you, after all he has become quite fond of you.

The man gets up, puffing out his chest to square up to Taehyung. His attempts to assert dominance are embarrassing as Taehyung towers over him, his fire-filled eyes looking down with disgust.

The man scoffs, sharp eyes locking you down, “next time tell your bitch not to wear such slutty dresses if she doesn't wanna get hit on.”

You swear you see Jungkook’s jaw tick and his hand curl up into a fist. You signal to let the man be while simultaneously tightening your grip on Taehyung’s hand. Let him go, It’ll be better this way, you tell them with your eyes.

The older man takes off in a frustrated manner, pushing people aside. Letting out an anxiety filled breath, Taehyung envelopes you in a safe hug.

You breathe him in, feeling the presence of several other people next to you. Jieun instantly wraps her arms around you and holds your face in her hands, examining your expression. “Oh my God Y/N, are you ok? I should’ve come with you,” she coos, bringing you into another hug.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just glad it didn’t escalate,” you muffle into her skin.

Jieun releases you as Jin hands you your purse and begins to move your group out of the building. It seems the night is over. You’re grateful. You’re tired.

Taehyung pushes Jungkook towards you with a chuckle, “you’re lucky Jungkook noticed you right away, I don't even want to think about what would've happened if we didn’t get there in time.”

Jungkook scratches his ear, shyly looking away from your curious gaze. Taehyung’s right, he was the one who noticed your distress, though he won’t admit it was because he couldn't take his eyes off you. Not even for a second. Your beauty has truly put a spell on him.

You keep a soft gaze on him waiting until his sparkly eyes meet yours again, and once they do you hum out a quiet, “thank you.”

He nods in response as you all continue to walk further and further away from the bar.

“Our Uber is here,” Yoongi announces, sparking the others to discuss their plans to travel home.

Jieun gently grabs your wrist pulling you into another one of her tender hugs. She releases you but continues to hold your hands lovingly, “do you want me to order you an Uber home?”

You shake your head, “No need, the walk here wasn’t too long, I’ll be fine.”

Your answer obviously doesn’t settle Jieun when she fires back protectively, “nope, I’m not letting you walk home alone after what happened tonight, just come with Yoongi and I.”

You reassure her once more that you’ll be fine just for her to whip out her phone to order you an Uber. A protest begins to spill out of your lips when Taehyung places a hand on Jieun's shoulder.

“Don’t worry Jieun, I’ll take Y/N home,” he assures, pointing a grin in your direction.

Wordlessly, you agree, saying your goodbyes to Jieun and Yoongi until Jin interrupts to pull Taehyung aside.

“Taehyung you’ve had way too much to drink, Y/N I’ll walk you home, come on,” Jin vocalises, motioning you over with a shake of his head.

If you’re being honest, you don’t mind who takes you home. Hell, you’re one second away from sprinting off and walking home alone because truly, all you really desired at this moment was to be under your warm blanket, sound asleep.

“What? Jinnnn,” Taehyung whines, causing you to roll your eyes and sigh. “I’ll walk Y/N home, I didn’t drink that much I swear.”

“Taehyung, you can’t even stand straight, in a few minutes you’ll end up like Jimin,” Jin snaps back.

Taehyung huffs looking over to a confused Jimin who stares up into the infinite night sky, his mind completely empty, and body swaying slightly. You too, stare at Jimin, holding in laugh as you watch him point into the abyss with a fretted Jungkook pulling on his sleeve.

It’s like Jimin knows someone is talking about him as his body suddenly snaps in Jin’s direction. “Jin, can I sleep in your bed tonight? I miss those satin sheets,” Jimin pouts, throwing himself onto Jin

Taehyung joins Jimin in their quest to smother Jin while you stifle the laughs that so desperately want to tumble out.

“Oh for crying out loud! Would you two get off me so I can sort everything out” Jimin and Taehyung giggle amongst themselves, and you too would join them if it weren’t for the sudden words that utter out of Jungkook’s mouth.

“I can take Y/N home.”

The sound of crickets and the faint hum of lively music is the only thing filling the unanticipated silence.

All eyes fall onto you, waiting for your answer.

Your answer does not come quick enough according to Jungkook when he backtracks bashfully. “You don’t have to say yes, I didn’t drink much, so I just thought-”

Holding his fidgeting hands lightly, you stop his rambling, “yeah sure you can walk home with me. I don’t mind your company.”

The way Jimin slaps Taehyung’s chest in disbelief makes you want to curl up in embarrassment so you hide it by burying your face into Jin’s chest as you say your goodbyes.

Before releasing you from his grip he leans down to whisper, “text me when you get home ok?” You nod silently, squeezing him to finalise your goodbye before moving on to Taehyung and Jimin.

The two give you the dorkiest smirks, raising their eyebrows suggestively. Rolling your eyes, you hug them goodbye and wait for Jungkook to join your side.

From the corner of your eye you spot Jin whispering into Jungkook’s ear. Jin locks Jungkook down with stern eyes and furrowed brows, Jungkook nods with genuine earnestness before Jin pats his back, sending him off towards you.

There’s a small quirk that raises at the corner of his lips. It’s a quirk that asks if you’re all set to go, and with one final wave to Jin and the two buffoons that hang off his shoulders, you start your walk with Jeon Jungkook.

You don’t really know what to say at first, totally content with listening to the sound of concrete against the soles of your shoes. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has a lot on his mind when it comes to you.

He hums softly, grabbing your attention. “I really want to apologise for leaving you so impolitely the other night.”

You only bow your head, waiting for his explanation before you decide if he deserves forgiveness.

“It was Sana that was on the phone,” he sighs, “I’m guessing you know our history and how much she means to me. She has some supernatural pull on me that always has me at her beck and call.”

Jungkook pauses and you let him. He’s a deep thinker, an observer. Although he adores a crowd around him, he’s completely himself when he’s quiet and alone with the space to think.

“I guess it came to bite me back in the ass.” He chuckles, but it's dry, sarcastic, lacking all humour.

You chime in, “what do you mean?”

Jungkook looks straight ahead, closing his eyes for a brief moment that makes you think you have crossed the line. “I didn’t mean to pry or anything, you just seem upset,” you reason.

Jungkook offers a smile. It’s not a happy smile, it’s sad yet warm and you want nothing more than to hug him and shake off that lingering sadness.

“No, no. I would like to talk about my feelings more. Jin always told me that it’s not shameful to talk about my feelings, and you always make me feel welcome too.” Jungkook looks at you with his round doe eyes, his smile shedding small hints of his previous melancholy.

His soft spoken words make your heart sing and your stomach swirl with warmth, “Jin’s absolutely right, whoever told you it was shameful or embarrassing to bottle up your feelings is a loser.”

He laughs at your remark, his nose scrunching up cutely, You inwardly coo at the action while something within your heart soars with adoration.

“Yeah, that person is someone I realised isn’t worth my time anymore, I guess my friendship with her kind of ended today?”

You already know who he’s referring to, and the thought of all the things she has dragged Jungkook through brings new feelings of disgust. “I’m so sorry Jungkook, that must’ve been really difficult for you to go through.”

You stop your walking to hug him. The action doesn’t surprise Jungkook, it only strengthens his fondness for you and the new friendship the two of you seem to be creating.

Jungkook squeezes you like you’re about to leave him all alone, and it's this action that makes you notice something. Hugging each other is something the two of you seem to do a lot. It's almost like your own personal love language. The action is a universal sign that you’ll be ok, because at the end of the day you have each other.

“I feel like the universe brought us together in the most absurd circumstances,” Jungkook mumbles in your hair.

Giggling softly, you look up at him with affection and Jungkook mirrors your grin tenderly. To any outsider the two of you look like a happy couple relishing in their sickening love. For a moment you believe that it's true. What would it be like to date Jeon Jungkook?

He doesn’t have a clean record in the dating scene. That fact alone is enough to scare you, but the way he holds you gives you an insight on what Jeon Jungkook could possibly be like as a boyfriend.

These thoughts are way out of pocket and you release him with a shudder, missing the way he deflates at the lack of your hold. “I live right there in that building,” you point, still trying to shake off the Jeon Jungkook flavoured thoughts running through your mind.

“Oh,” Jungkook didn’t even realise how fast the time flew by. That seems to happen alot with you and maybe that’s a good thing.

You stumble a little, when you say, “goodnight Jungkook, and thank you again for tonight.”

Once again, you are brought into a hug. Jungkook hides his pout while he savours your presence, your smell, you.

Jungkook doesn’t want to let go of you, not right now. Not when he feels so good, so secure, so safe.

He swears it's an accident when he murmurs, “can I kiss you?”

You’re stunned.

Should you? Things are moving too fast and your heart flutters all too violently when you’re around him. But maybe those flutters are a good sign.

You won’t lie, you’re protective of your heart, it can only go through so much before it breaks completely. But maybe Jeon Jungkook is a risk your indecisive heart has space to take.

So, you kiss him.

He gasps cutely into your mouth like he expected you to say no. You hold his face delicately while hands hold you securely around the waist.

His breath is hot when he sneaks his tongue past your lips and you melt, moving your hands to tug on the small curls at the back of his neck.

He kisses you like he has to prove something to you, his soft lips dipping down to meet your hungry ones, his hands holding onto you tighter with want.

Moaning into him, you seperate, leaning your forehead against his to take a breather. Jungkook pants back against you, closing his eyes as you continue to play with his hair.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you whisper, looking closely at all the small details of his face.

He shakes his head, holding you more fiercely. “Can I have one more kiss?”

You throw your head back, soft giggles tumbling out, “I'll see you later Jungkook,” you say waving bye as you walk up the stairs to your apartment.

Jungkook lets you go, watching you get into your apartment safely. He waits a couple minutes before looking up into the stars, whispering a quiet “fuck.”

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Jin:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Jin continued to try and force himself awake whilst enjoying the feeling of you playing with your hair. “You’re doing yourself more harm by trying to stay awake you know Jin.”

“I’m fine,” he argued, determined not to fall asleep on you, “I’ve barely spent anytime with you recently, I should stay awake.”

Your head shook as he offered you one of his signature charming smiles. “You and I both know that it’s only a matter of time if I keep doing this until you fall asleep, you’re barely able to string a sentence together right now.”

Jin continued to argue against what you said, determined, if not a little bit desperate, to try and stay awake. “Trust me, you’ll be bored of playing with my hair quicker than I’ll fall asleep, I’m going to stay awake.”

“Jin, there’s nothing wrong with sleeping,” you assured, “I won’t be mad if you fall asleep on me, you’ve been so busy.”

His head shook back at you, “just talk to me about anything, conversation is what I need right now to try and keep me awake, say absolutely anything.”

“Alright, I bet that you’ll be asleep in ten minutes.”

Yoongi:

Your head shook as the figure resting in your lap began to fidget, watching on as Yoongi’s eyes opened, smiling shyly up at you. “You sounded pretty confident earlier that you wouldn’t sleep if I played with your hair.”

“I made a mistake,” Yoongi confessed with a chuckle, “I really was trying my best to stay awake, but it just felt so comfortable.”

Your hands continued to brush delicately through his hair, “I could tell that you were asleep as soon as you came off the stage tonight, it was only a matter of time until you eventually decided that you needed to sleep.”

Yoongi’s head nodded in agreement with everything that you had to say, “I’m really appreciative that you carried on playing with my hair, it’s exactly what I needed after the long and busy day that I’ve had.”

“I didn’t realise that I was doing it after a while,” you chuckled, “it’s pretty relaxing for me to play with your hair too.”

Yoongi’s smile grew at your reply, “why don’t you try and get some sleep too seeing as we’re both comfortable as we are right now together.”

“You know what, that might not be such a bad idea.”

Hoseok:

Your smile grew as you watched Hobi’s eyes continue to open and close as he tried to make up his mind as to whether he wanted to sleep or not. “You can rest,” you whispered, trying to help him decide what he wanted.

“I don’t want to sleep just yet,” Hobi murmured, despite the feeling of your hands through his hair telling him otherwise.

You admired his perseverance, but you knew Hobi much better than that. “Just get some rest Hobi, you’ve got an hour until your call time, we can stay here until you need to start getting ready for work.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind staying here and playing with my hair until then?” He asked, smiling appreciatively as your head nodded back at him, allowing his eyes to close as soon as he had your approval to rest.

“At least your hair won’t be messy for when the hairstylists get their hands on it,” you teased, bringing a laugh out of Hobi.”

His head soon nodded as he began to make himself comfortable, “I hate the way others play with my hair, you always do it differently, much more nicely.”

“I know exactly what you like, that’s why Hobi.”

Namjoon:

A sigh came from you as you tried your hardest to pull your hand out from underneath Namjoon’s head, unable to feel anything in it anymore. “Sorry,” you murmured as his eyes opened to see what was going on.

“What happened?” Namjoon frowned, immediately feeling the absence of your hand no longer running through his hair.

You held your hand up as you tried to shake it awake again, “I didn’t mean to wake you up, but I was worried if I kept my hand there for much longer that it was going to fall off or something, it feels so dead right now.”

“You should have moved me earlier,” Namjoon scolded, readjusting his position in your lap, “the last thing I want is for you to get a dead hand, you playing with my hair doesn’t mean that much to me that you should hurt.”

“Give me five minutes and I’m sure that my hand will be awake again,” you tried to encourage, shaking your hand quicker.

Namjoon smiled back up at you, “just make sure you wake your hand back up, my hair can wait to be played with again, just as long as you do.”

“I will, but maybe a bit more comfortably this time.”

Jimin:

Your eyes looked down to your lap as you felt a head rest into it, shaking your head as Jimin smiled up at you. “Let me guess, you want me to play with your hair?” You asked him, knowing what he was like straight away.

“If you don’t mind,” he whispered in reply, making himself more comfortable so that you could reach the strands of his hair.

You slowly began to move your hand through his hair, not giving it long until Jimin’s eyes began to close. “If you’re getting sleepy, rest,” you told him, watching as he tried to fight against his eyes from closing.

His head shook as he tried to his best to stay awake and in your company. “It’s always so calming when you do this,” Jimin whispered, closing his eyes as he finished speaking, unable to fight against it any longer.

“You can sleep,” you assured him with a chuckle, “once I’ve had enough, I’ll move you across to rest against the pillow.”

A soft hum came from Jimin as sleep quickly began to overwhelm him. “I’ll be asleep in no time if you carry on doing what you’re doing right now.”

“You’ve worked hard, you need to get some sleep.”

Taehyung:

You looked down in confusion at the sudden feeling of a hand against yours, guiding your hand away from Taehyung’s hair. “Did I hurt you?” You questioned as he placed your hand away from him and into your own lap.

“I can tell that I’m falling asleep,” he murmured, unable to open his eyes, “it’s unfair to make you keep playing with my hair.”

Your head shook, realising quickly that Taehyung was unaware of your actions, clearing your throat to speak. “I was actually quite enjoying playing with your hair, I don’t mind carrying on whilst you fall asleep you know.”

“If you start to feel uncomfortable, wake me,” Taehyung instructed, allowing you to move your hand back across to run through his hair, “I don’t want you to hurt yourself just because you feel bad for waking me up.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you warned him, untangling the knots in your hair, “worry about catching up on some sleep.”

A soft chuckle came from Taehyung in reply, “I could sleep all day whenever you play with my hair, it always makes me feel so calm and relaxed.”

“If you sleep for a long time, then that’s alright with me.”

Jungkook:

Your eyes rolled as you found yourself talking to nobody with Jungkook fast asleep with his head resting against your chest. “I’ve just spent the past ten minutes talking to myself,” you laughed in complete disbelief.

“I’m awake,” a quiet voice spoke, embracing the feeling of your hands running through their hair, “I promise I am listening to you Y/N.”

Your head shook as Jungkook shuffled so that he was looking up at you. “Your eyes have been closed for ages, I know that you weren’t listening to me, you were too lost in a dream to give me any of your attention.”

He smiled weakly as you read him like a book. “I really was trying,” he defended, “but you know what it’s like when you start playing with my hair, it’s as if you’re singing me a lullaby but with your hands instead.”

“Maybe I’ll save you my story for another day,” you grinned, encouraging Jungkook to settle back down once again.

His head shook back at you, “I want to listen to your story though, you can skip the beginning bit that I was listening to as well and start from the middle.”

“Trust me, you’ll fall asleep again Kook, it’s fine.”

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