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i-am-baechu · 10 months

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♬ Summary: Jungkook is proud that Y/N is his girlfriend and he of course lets the world know how much he loves her.

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, angst?, fluff, and smutish

♬ Warnings: Smut angst(ish) and fluff (lol)

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

♬ Authors note: Time jump like I know the story isn’t here yet but I couldn’t help myself lol

After being with Y/N for a while, Jungkook already knew her reaction to the song. Y/N always got mad (flustered) at him for sharing things with his members about their love life but she also thought it was cute. When Jungkook told her that he was working on his solo album, he lied to her. The lie wasn’t big but he just said he was going to do a love song for her and she couldn’t help but fall for him more. The song had two versions to it, normal (for Y/N) and explicit (for Jungkook); problem solved. The only thing he wasn’t looking forward to was Y/N scolding him.

Y/N sat in the studio watching Jungkook sing away in the booth and she couldn’t help but smile at him. She loved watching him sing because of how passionate he was about it. He opened his eyes and gave her his bunny smile letting her know he was truly happy. He put his headphones on the stand and walked outside. He gave her the hand motion to come here and she tilted her head at him. She placed her laptop on the couch and said her sorrys to the producers who just gave her a smile. She stood under Jungkook and gave him a confused look, “Is everything okay?”

He nodded his head and leaned down, giving her a quick kiss, “I just wanted a kiss from you.”

Her face felt hot and she glanced at the producers who weren’t even paying attention to them, “Yo-You can’t just kiss me in front of them...”

“Why? You don’t want my love?”

She slapped his chest gently and crossed her arms over her chest, “T-That’s not what I meant and you know that.” She looked over his body to look at the stand and a soft smile appeared, “You're doing a good job. Your English has improved, I’m proud of you.”

He kissed her forehead at this and nodded his head, “It was all because of you. You're a great teacher, you know.”

“I-I tried my best...Are you almost done?”

“Almost, can you wait another hour?”

“Of course, I can. I just need to look over the reports from work.”

He nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry you have to wait for me.”

“Eh? It’s okay, Kook. I’m glad I can spend time with you.”

Another reason why he loved Y/N. She was always patient with him and just wanted to be with him regardless of what it was. He also knew she struggled in her life. She had clinical depression and there were days when it was so hard for her to function. It hurt him to see her like that because no matter what he did, she stayed the same. She always felt bad for doing this to him but he understood.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Y/N looked up from there to give him a small smile, “I will be...”

He gave her a small frown and sat on the bed. He grabbed her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently, “Are you having another episode?”

She sighed and nodded her head, “I am...I don’t know why though. I know you wanted to go on a date today but I don’t know...I don’t know if I can. I-I’m sorry.”

“I wish I could take the weight off of your shoulders.”

She gave him a small smile and leaned into his body, “I love you...”

“I love you more.”

Her shy nature made intimate moments between the two even better. Jungkook still couldn’t believe that she was a virgin when they met and that she didn’t really have experience with a boyfriend. It made his heart flutter to know that he was her first and her last. It was an honor that he will carry for the rest of his life. There were moments when she had to push Jungkook out of bed to go to work or even to stop him from having another round. He just couldn’t get enough of her. How could he? She was everything he wanted and more, a blessing even.

“Yo-Your fingertips are cold...”

“Let me warm them up then.” He slid his hand down her stomach to her entrance. He shoved two fingers in and she arched her back off of the bed. He looked down at her red face and couldn’t help his heart beat faster. She looked so cute even though they were doing something sinful.

He brought his head down to her breast and started sucking at her nipple making her moans even louder. He backed away and grabbed the condom off of the bed but she noticed he was different tonight. He looked nervous and she kind of knew why. She gently brought his head into her chest and kissed the side of his head, “Kookie~, It will be okay. I know your solo will be good.”

He pulled away and looked down at her and gave her a soft smile, “I love you.”

“And I love you more.”

He placed the condom on his cock and gave her another smile, “I don’t think you understand...I love you so much.”

He intertwined their fingers together next to her head and thrust into her. She let out a moan and he leaned down letting her moan into his mouth, “Kook~!”

Their tongues swirled each other and he opened his eyes to peek at her. Her face was so red that he could feel the heat off of it and with her eyes closed, it made her look so innocent. He kept thrusting into her as he placed kisses on her neck, “You give me strength...”

Today was release day. Y/N and Jungkook were in New York for him to perform at Good Morning and she was so excited to see it. She was going to be in a special area making sure no one could see her. This was the second thing on her mind, the first thing on her mind was just seeing him perform. They sat in the hotel with her laptop on the bed as she looked at him with a smile, “Are you excited?”

He gave her a nervous smile and laugh, “I’m not sure...”

She leaned forward placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, “I’m excited. You didn’t let me come with you to the filming...I’m still upset about that, you know.”

He rolled his eyes and brought her in to sit on his lap with her laptop in hers. He kissed the side of her head and chuckled, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“You know I don’t like surprises...”

“Too bad.”

She glanced at the time and looked up to see him already looking down, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I am.”

She pressed play and she watched it as he played with her fingers. She laughed at some parts and rolled her eyes. When the video was over, she turned her body so she could straddle his waist with a goofy smile, “This just shows how clingy you are...”

“Clingy for you only baby.”

The autoplay on youtube went to the next song and she glanced to see what was playing. She turned her whole body and she squinted at the screen, “JUNGKOOK! WHY DOES THIS SAY EXPLICIT!”

He felt sweat forming on his forehead as he let out a small laugh, “I-It’s nothing.”

I'll be fuckin' you right, seven days a week. She glared at the screen with her mouth open and her face blazing. She shut her laptop and let out a groan as she brought her hands to cover her face, “Why did you make that!?”

He pouted at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Because I love you, plus the world knows I have a girlfriend. They know I’m talking about you.”

“Th-They don’t know it's me! OH MY GOD, THE GUYS ARE GONNA LISTEN TO THIS AND KNOW!!”

Jungkook let out a laugh and kissed her cheek, “I kiss your waist and ease your mind..”

“NOT NOW JUNGKOOK! SINGING WON’T GET YOU OFF THE HOOK!”

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lololololchips · 6 months

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Jeon Jungkook || in which being mysterious doesn’t work…

synopsis: in which being mysterious doesn’t work until niki takes action into his hands and helps his friend

genre: one-shot smau, fluff, non!idol, angst (?)

warnings: cursing, jokes abt punches, mentions of smoking, not proofread sorryyyy

ps: decided to post this since jungkook just came out with his album “Golden” go listen!

ALSO WE LOVE HEESEUNG IN THIS HOUSE OKAY GUYS ITS JUST FOR THE SMAU!!!!!

#🐾#bts smau #jungkook smau #bts one shot smau #jungkook one shot smau #jungkook bts #bts jungkook #jungkook social media au #jungkook x reader #bts social media au #bts jungkook smau #Jeon Jungkook smau #Jeon Jungkook fanfic #kpop one shot smau #kpop smau

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jjunsolos · 2 months

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12. ; on my soul

synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

warnings - profanity asf, jungkook being stubborn and immature, yn js not having it😭 lmk if i missed anything !

author’s note - im staying away frm writing for a while bc i cant write without taking 10 years to finish😭

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hopeismimi · 7 months

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STAR LINE : 005

Synopsis: Y/N is debuting in Hybe’s new girl group Cosmatic, while she felt a lot of pressure from debuting under a company that houses the biggest boy group, she’s never going to see them, right? And if she did ever see them, she’d never talk to them, she’d never ever develop a relationship with one of the members, right?

lets get this bread:

a/n: I want to be able to upload these daily but also I have no good ideas when writing </3 << previous next >> taglist : @bxcndd @alienchickenpoop @vampcharxter @mochimommy2002

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fullsunised · 4 months

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𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂 ; 𝓳𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷 𝓳𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰

❝ 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 ❞

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ; 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; @vangoes @replayenthusiast @scinclaitnoir @bloomyroses @prettyjae

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; brev I'm going back to uni 😔 I wanna stay home longer 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

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chapter two ; masterlist ; chapter four

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darkjimxn · 1 month

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The Crab Cult || PJM

Summary: a new year of university has begun, but the crab cult remains the same as it's always been.

Pairing: archmajor!Jimin x archmajor!reader

Genre: university au, smau, crack

Warnings: none

A/N: I just discovered smaus and I just knew I had to make one. Also, I don't know when I'll be able to work on UIY because exam month has begun :(

Chapter Index:

Profiles | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | ongoing...

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becomingbts · 1 year

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Time Heals (sometimes) - 24

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates, who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.

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Pairings: Y/N (fem) x OT7

Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.

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Warnings: Mention of death, almost murder attempt, a lot of blaming, tears, ANGST.

Part 23 - here - Part 25

It had been a while since she had tasted the metallic liquid in her mouth. She had not even noticed that her teeth had pierced the skin of her lips, but the bitter aftertaste did not leave any doubt that she injured herself, even lightly.

Raya didn't cry, she had no strength left to cry. Panting heavily, she stared at the almost lifeless body of her sister. It made her wonder what the fuck she was doing with her life. She felt like she had just hit a wall and not a small one at that. What would happen to her now? Or maybe she should ask: what about them now... Since no one dissociated the two sisters once they learned about their relationship. Why did she have to carry the burden of the crimes of a sister who never felt like one? The words of her friend—could she still call her a friend, though—echoed in her mind, leaving scars that would probably never heal properly.

"Did you ever care for me as a person, or was it an opportunity to soothe the guilt you felt because of your sister’s doings?"

Raya had wanted to yell at her, to tell her she had never thought of it that way. How could she ever think something like that? Yet at the same time, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, Raya knew that there was some truth in (Y/N)’s words. It hadn’t been the only thing that had pushed her to help, of course. Guilt was a strong emotion, but it wouldn't have been enough to push her to help create a medical bond. There was so much more to take into consideration. So many things had happened, and so many feelings were burning in her body. She still could remember how (Y/N)'s bond had been calling for help, almost enthralling every single soul, compelling their bodies to move in her direction and help her. But would it make it any better if Raya told her what she had felt? That her body had almost moved before her own consciousness could come to a conclusion? If she spoke about that day through a medical lens? Wouldn't it sound even worse? She sighed, afraid of the answer. She could have told (Y/N) a billion things, but out of everything, she had decided to stay silent. Her voice had been caught in her throat, unable to utter a sound after the panic had won over her body. Her eyes had avoided (Y/N)’s, but the dry chuckle she heard left little to no doubt about the reaction of her friend. She had only been able to speak afterward, and those words had been enough to set (Y/N) off.

“Why did you even go to their meeting? Can’t believe you’re that naive.”

It was evident that she had hurt (Y/N) beyond imagination. She had not been able to believe herself when she had spoken so cruelly, not thinking before the words had already escaped her. She had tried to make it better, to ask her to wait, not to leave the room before she could explain better, but (Y/N) had only turned around, telling her not to bother before she left without another word. She had deserved it to be fair. She had stuttered, thoughts jumbling together, and ended up saying the wrong things. She had felt cornered and betrayed when (Y/N) had asked her for the truth. So after all these years, all it took was one conversation with them for (Y/N) to be angry at her? After everything she did for her, their side of the story impacted her that much? Maybe she had been naive to think that her best friend would have wanted her side of her story too, instead of throwing accusations as if she had already made up her mind about the truth. They were (Y/N)’s soulmate, of course, she was at a disadvantage in the argument.

Her anger did not prevent guilt from flooding her mind. Raya groaned, annoyed at herself.

“I never told you it was me, you came to that conclusion by yourself.”

The audacity she had to look into (Y/N)’s eyes and tell her that still baffled her. Maybe she had been angry about the whole argument. She couldn’t control her emotion, that was something. But to tell (Y/N) that kind of thing… She had known it would hurt her. Raya had felt defensive, and hurt that her friend would be so angry at her for helping. However, it couldn’t explain why she had felt the need to hit back, throwing words she had known would be hard to swallow. Raya threw her head into her hands, growing. Did she have to say those words?

Anger did not explain why she behaved that way. Raya pinched her lips. Jealousy was a terrible disease, it seemed. She almost laughed darkly at the thought. Raya had always been a rather jealous person. First, of her sister. Then of a bond linking eight people together. Then of (Y/N) with how easily she gained fans and popularity. Then lastly with (Y/N)’s soulmates. How could they be so lucky to have been gifted (Y/N) as a soulmate, reject her, and get a second chance? Why couldn’t it have been her? Was she not loyal enough, not caring enough? She had given (Y/N), Moon, everything she had to offer. Had that been too little?

She had foolishly hoped that it would have been something, that it would have changed something with her fate. When her own soulmate died, Raya firmly believed that if she ever were to get another chance at love, it would be from someone who also lost their soulmate. And (Y/N) looked like a gift from the stars. After everything she had gone through, Raya had found her person. A precious woman who would rather die than betray her. (Y/N) had been a broken soul when they met, yet that had not altered the strong personality she had. She was generous, loving, and giving… Raya believed she had never met someone who cared so much for her. After all those years of living in her sister’s shadow, someone finally saw her for herself, not as someone’s sister or someone’s daughter. She had found someone who loved her, who cooked for her, who took random selfies with her, who confided in her and she did the same in exchange. (Y/N) had lost her soulmates, severed the bond, and covered the mark with a tattoo. Had that not been an explicit enough sign that she would never return to them? Had that not been enough for her to start believing that maybe one day, once (Y/N) healed, they could have a future together?

Raya had been too naive, it seemed. Snorting, she realized how strongly she had believed that maybe one day, they could have had their happy ending together. She had believed that she would always remain by her side. Maybe she had been too hopeful, thinking that she had a chance just because she had believed that (Y/N)’s bond was no longer a threat. Could she ever beat the link one feels with their soulmate? She probably couldn’t. The only thing she had left was…

That abomination of a sister.

The one who took everything from her and whose lifeless body felt like it would take Raya’s soul to her grave with her. She wanted to scream, to yell, to destroy something, and for a short second, her mind wandered to dangerous edges.

How long would it take for her sister to die if she were to strangulate her?

The thought almost amused her. As a nurse, she could find very creative ways to participate in her sister’s demise, why had she bothered so long with that living corpse? Would (Y/N) forgive her if she were to kill the one who almost killed one of her soulmates? The idea felt too enticing. Her sister was so unresponsive, it would almost be too easy to do something, anything to put her out of her misery. She would just need to put her hands around the pale neck of her sister, and apply pressure-

Her mind suddenly quietened, dangerously silent, while her body froze.

Raya jumped back, hands leaving quickly the throat of her sister before she could do anything; before she could leave any mark. She had not even realized that her hands had moved, that she had actually followed her thoughts and acted upon them, but her body had moved before she could get a hold of herself. She panted, breathing heavily and irregularly as she shivered with terror. What had she been about to do? She was a nurse. She was supposed to save lives, and take care of people, not use her medical knowledge and access to patients with physical weaknesses to endanger them. What the hell just went through her mind to go that far? She had barely touched her sister’s skin but it had already been too much. What if anyone had seen her? What would have happened if she had done it? Raya stuttered back into her chair with trembling hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks while she tried to calm herself down. She had almost done the unthinkable. She had not done anything, thankfully, but the way her body had moved terrified her. She had been perfectly silent, almost as if she had expected a yell from her sister. She needed to compose herself. She tried to repeat to herself that she had not done anything, and her hands did not apply any kind of pressure. That had only been in her head. The rest had not happened. What was left of her sister was very much alive. Raya gritted her teeth. She hated her with everything she had but it was not a reason for her behavior. What else was she capable of?

A silent pair of eyes suddenly had settled on her, void and empty, yet strangely focused. However, Raya never noticed them, too overwhelmed by what almost happened.

Take one step forward, take two steps back.

That was exactly how Jungkook felt once (Y/N) disappeared into her room and did not come out of it the next day. It had felt so soothing to be able to be there for her, for his presence to alleviate the pain, even if it wasn’t much. He had hoped that maybe it would lead to more. Not a lot, just more of them as a unit. However, it did not. Or at least, not as of now. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. Jungkook knew that she was inside. Her shoes and her coat were there; everything was left untouched. Jungkook wanted to knock on her door, to ask her if she needed anything, yet somehow, he didn’t think that it would be appreciated if he did. Maybe he needed to wait for her to come back to him, just like she did the day before. (Y/N) probably needed to think over everything, breathe, and focus on herself for a little.

Jungkook could understand, he truly didn’t mind. He just wished there was something he could do to help. He cooked breakfast even if she didn’t show up. He believed that maybe if he left it on the table and disappeared, she would come out to at least eat. However, she didn’t. Her breakfast was still on the table, her tea had gone cold, and maybe his hopes dropped a bit at the sight. He knew that he should be disappointed, yet he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him. Maybe he should have knocked on her door to at least let her know that he had prepared breakfast for her, but he didn’t feel like it was something he was authorized to do, for some reason.

It was dreadfully silent, almost deafeningly. Jungkook could hear his own heart thumping painfully, his head hurt a little at the feeling. He lay down slowly, huffing a bit in annoyance at his own weakness. He knew his body was just seeking his soulmate. Yet, even if this reaction got him closer to her in the first place, he couldn’t help but wish to regain his autonomy. He didn’t feel trapped, but he knew that he was still required to stay here. Not only because his body told him to, but because he knew that the health of his soulmate also depended on him. Hence, even if he had not been brought here forcefully, he still felt the pressure on his shoulders.

Jungkook tried to shake those worries away, after all, he wasn’t the only one in this situation, (Y/N) was also in this condition. His health was also her responsibility, as much as he despised the idea of imposing himself in her life. It was still the reality of their situation. One couldn’t go too far from the other without hurting them. She had a decision to make with the others, though he didn’t want to disturb her, he knew that his presence was already too much, so how would she accept to be part of their lives?

Jungkook hoped, he desperately hoped that she would choose them. He truly wanted to whine and tell her that she could take all the time that she needed as long as she came to them one day but he knew better than to let his selfish self act up. The whole Raya thing was a bit deal for her, she was probably overwhelmed. Jungkook couldn’t expect an answer so soon, even if he was craving to hear acceptance from the lips of his soulmate. Maybe it was also his bond speaking. Since his body was aching because of the distance from his soulmate, his mind was trying to find other means of comfort, and other links to her, however, those links didn’t exist. She wasn’t staying with them, they weren’t living a comfortable and happy life of a bonded group. His mind and body were tired. Jungkook was tired, and in his foggy state of mind, the only thing he wished for was to curl up close to his soulmates. And all of them preferably.

Jungkook groaned, knowing it wasn’t possible. Resting an arm over his eyes, he tried to calm down, maybe he could take a short nap. It would maybe clear his ideas and help him with his overall exhaustion. Alas, his phone rang loudly next to him. Not moving, Jungkook didn’t take the call, letting the ringtone echo in the room. He sighed softly when it stopped and sighed, annoyed when the phone rang again a few seconds after.

Jungkook turned on himself, reaching for his phone as he saw Jimin’s name on the screen.

“Hyung, what do you want.” Alright, maybe there were other ways to greet his soulmate, but he was annoyed and tired. Jungkook just wanted to nap, for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t asking for the moon, was he now?

“I’m… glad that you miss me, I miss you too.” Jungkook chuckled at Jimin’s dry answer, “and to say that I stopped my game to call you just because your bond was pulling. Ungrateful brat.” Jungkook’s eyes opened slightly at that, and a small smile gently crept up on his face.

“I do miss you, m’ sorry. I was trying to nap, but my mind can’t seem to shut the fuck up, and then you called so I snapped at you. I shouldn’t have, though, sorry.” It got silent on the other side, and for a second, Jungkook wondered if Jimin had hung up on him.

“Wow, Jeon Jungkook recognizing that he is wrong? Without bickering first? What happened, are you alright? Wait, are you even Jungkook?” Well, maybe Jimin did deserve the previous greeting Jungkook offered because the younger man really wanted to just hang up.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh my, you sure are snappy today. What a charming prince you are, dear soulmate.” Jungkook groaned again.

“Why are you calling, it sure can’t be the only reason.” Jimin chuckled at those words, knowing that he was caught right from the beginning.

“Can’t hide anything from you, can I? I wanted to ask you if you wanted me to come, or to meet somewhere. I can feel your anxiety and it’s stressing Yoongi-hyung. Although he told us he was fine, he’s clearly uneasy, you know hyung.” Oh, he definitely knew his hyung, trying to give everyone the space they needed to neglect his needs in the process. It was a habit that the six of them were trying to erase. It wasn’t easy, after all, habits die hard, and Yoongi was a stubborn person. But they wouldn’t give up on trying to make him speak up about his needs and wants.

“I’ll… I’ll ask (Y/N) about it. I don’t know if she’ll be fine with you coming though…” He knew he sounded obviously suspicious, being that vague, but Jungkook wasn’t sure about what was happening between him and (Y/N). He didn’t have any other way to put it without crossing lines. Jimin noticed it instantly, sighing softly on the phone.

“Is she okay?” Jungkook looked at the ground, unsure how to reply. There wasn’t a good answer to this question, he thought.

“I’m not sure. She hasn’t come out of her room since yesterday after we shared a slice of lemon cake.” Jungkook was too nervous about the whole situation to wonder about Jimin’s silence.

“You made a lemon cake for her?” Jimin was obviously baffled, not mad, maybe a bit unsure, but certainly not mad. It took Jungkook a while to understand why his soulmate sounded so surprised, but once he pieced the puzzle together, he grinned softly.

“Ah, I promise next time I’ll make sure everyone’s here to have some. Though, hyung… It’s funny, it’s also (Y/N)’s favorite cake.” Jugnkook whispered, almost giddy at the information. It was not something the media was aware of, nor information that fans had. It was a little something just between them, and the fact that everyone’s favorite cake from Jungkook was a lemon cake, made him happy. It was stupid, really. Just a little detail but somehow, it made him feel as if destiny had not messed up fully. As if, indeed, (Y/N) had always been there to fit in. Maybe he was looking at that with too much sentimentality. He shouldn’t get that excited over cake preferences, and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stop the blooming feeling in his chest. It didn’t remove his uneasiness, but he definitely felt his cheeks warm up at the thought.

“It’s her favorite? Really?” There was a short pause before he continued, “that was unexpected.” Jungkook heard the implications of Jimin’s words, even if the older man didn’t say it: she’s just like us. He thought about it too, after all.

“Yeah, I was surprised too, but it’s cute. Somehow, it fits us. It feels like home, in a way.” Jungkook didn’t hear Jimin’s sharp intake of breath, too caught up in his own little world, yet Jimin’s voice brought him back to Earth without a warning.

“I do understand what you mean, but I don’t think you should imagine stuff like that…” Jimin murmured while Jungkook froze, “I understand, trust me I do. I wish it could be our home too, that she could be part of what we call home, but we don’t… We can’t, not as long as she didn’t take a decision. Yoongi-hyung was right about that, and we both know it. I think, deep down, we all do. I don’t want you to hurt yourself more than you already did.” Jimin was looking after him, he knew that, but he couldn’t help the defeated sigh that left his lips. He wished everything could just be easier for them. Hadn’t they suffered enough?

“I know…” Neither of them said a word, their bond was enough to understand each other without speaking more than that. Disappointment and hopelessness were easily shared through their connection, and Jimin decided that it was enough. Maybe he couldn’t do much about (Y/N) without being invasive and insensitive, but Jungkook… Jungkook, maybe he could help him, at least.

“Ask (Y/N) about me coming to see you, okay? Send a message and I’ll come wherever you want us to meet.” Jungkook nodded with a small smile despite Jimin’s inability to see him.

“I will, see you, hyung.” Jungkook didn’t want to move from his position, yet as he put his phone down, his feet led him in front of the door he had wanted to knock on for the past few hours. He looked at it, almost nervous, before gently knocking three times. He truly hoped that she was awake and that he wasn’t disturbing her. He could have sent a message, maybe it would have been easier. Yet, while he started overthinking, the door cracked open, and (Y/N)’s pale face appeared on the threshold. She didn’t utter a word, questioning Jungkook silently as she watched cautiously his every move.

For a second, he wished he could be swallowed by the ground.

“Hey, uh… I’m sorry if I woke you up…” She blinked a few times at his words, as if trying to process what he just said.

“I was awake. No worries.” Her voice sounded empty, disconnected from reality. Jungkook flinched ever so slightly, worried about her but not knowing if it was his place to ask.

“I know it’s probably not the right moment to ask this, but would you mind if Jimin were to come here to spend some time with me? You don’t have to join us, I just…” Jungkook wondered why he saw a glint of guilt in her eyes as he talked. Maybe she had noticed that he was desperate for some comfort from his soulmates and she had denied him without really meaning to. She had not been set on avoiding him, and yet, she had disappeared in her room, leaving little chances for him to find comfort in her presence, or lack thereof. Maybe it was that same guilt that pushed her to agree with a silent nod, retrieving to her room without noise while the door closed again.

Jungkook sighed, taking his phone back in his hands before texting Jimin the address.

God, he wished everything was easier.

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It's in our DNA

3. I kinda need your help

Jungkook woke to find himself in his bed, pillow drool soaked, hung over and embarrassed.

He called for YN and got no answer. He messaged her but no reply.

"Fuck this."

Deciding she wasn't there, and swimming in a pool of self pity he turned over and fell back to sleep.

It took walking to the cafe door and getting confused by the plethora of coffees on offer for Jimin to wave her over to him.

"What took you so long?" he pouted playfully.

"Yeah we've been waiting half an hour for you to come update us on last night," Taehyung whispered excitedly.

"Last night?" she blew on the coffee, licking her foam moustache. "What you mean?"

"We mean Jungkook the drunk on Weverse."

"Oh. That."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"He'd actually fallen asleep so I had to ninja my way over to the lounge, watch his stream on my phone and turn his phone off without thousands of people noticing," she took a sip nonchalant.

"Oh god," Jimin sighed, "we are so sorry. He's just so emo these days."

"Any reason why?"

Taehyung stopped Jimin from going further.

"Wait, I've seen you before..Jimin look at her face, doesn't she look familiar?"

YN scoffed.

"Are you trying to say I look common? My parents are decent looking," she looked at them, scoffing, "it's not like I've been with the ugly stick, just because I'm not an idol y'all are harsh."

Jimin laughed out loud, "Not exactly short on confidence are we?"

YN sat up straight, "Not in every situation, but I'm working on it."

Jimin analysed her face, squashing it in his hand and turning it side to side.

"I'm not the greatest with names," he paused to look at her profile again, "but I'm great at not forgetting a face. Where are you from?"

"I was born here, but studied in the States."

"Born where? Seoul? Have we worked with you before?"

YN laughed. "I wish, if I had made just one music video for you guys, I'd be able to pick my work. But alas no."

Jungkook was surprised to slowly realise first hand how, well, nice YN was.

Without saying anything, she hung about when he did a Weverse live, although he had cried during the last one when Namjoon had logged on, commented and asked him to sing a song.

Now, again, several gulps of whiskey later, he had pulled his beanie hat off, gripped the karaoke microphone tightly and sang his little heart out. When he was starting to ramble, she came out of her room, sleepily shuffling her feet over to the rug where he sat and gestured it was time to end his fan meet.

Ten minutes later, still saying good bye to each comment, she'd just about had enough.

Jungkook watched her grow irritated and advance towards him. Quickly spouting off the last, final quickly goodbye Jungkook looked on, as she snapped his phone shut and threw it at him before trudging towards her room.

"Thanks," he called out, although he'd hesitated until she was nearly at her bedroom door.

"Go to sleep," she shouted back, but he carried on.

"I didn't realise it was so late."

"Drink less. You're always drinking," she looked at him, but he couldn't work out what the look was. "It just makes you look sad to them all."

"You watched?" he nudged the conversation along, although all she wanted to do was go back to bed.

"Jimin said you do lives, and lately have been all emo."

So she wasn't interested in watching me, he thought. It's only because of the others.

"Try being happy, talk about happy stuff. You're too depressing to watch," she admitted before shutting the door.

He didn't like to admit it, but having YN as a roommate wasn't that bad. The fact she was innocent enough to tell him what she thought without thinking much of it, he appreciated.

This went on for a few months, and they fell into a quiet way to live. YN did her best to stay out of his way, as promised but lately her schedule has changed and he was then suddenly seeing her around the apartment during the day too.

They fell into a comfortable routine around the house. YN usually left for work before Jungkook got up in the morning so they didn’t see each other before work, but she started coming home earlier for dinner in the evenings.

Suddenly they were awkward and having to find things to talk about with each other, and finding out more about eachother as the days went on.

It was amazing how she knew how to cook, and she even made enough for him if he walked in the door on the days she was at home.

Slowly conversation became less forced, he looked forward to the time he spent with YN at night after gym over dinner; liked talking to her and having someone at home to be with at the end of the day when he walked in.

What cemented their new found friendship was coming in late, finding the light left on for him and a plate warming in the oven for him.

He'd begun leaving the gym earlier on the days she was home to join her for dinner, and tonight he joined her to watch TV after they ate.

After a few episodes, he would go into his room, leaving to try and call Jennie leaving her alone on the sofa. YN hated those evenings, because he never got hold of Jennie and would come out to rummage for a drink and a long night of making sure he doesn't make a fool of himself online would begin.

But they were beginning to get along, Jungkook never did anything rude or wrong and he'd even gone as far as saying that he would never tell her to leave. She was free to leave when she was ready, and that look such a weight off her shoulders that she began to quietly enjoy being able to relax at home more.

After falling comfortably into their newfound roomielife together, YN got up earlier than usual and entered the kitchen to find Jungkook standing there behind the center island, topless, drinking a protein shake.

He was still wearing his running shorts and sweaty t-shirt had been flung over his shoulder as he stood there having returned from his morning workout, all sweaty.

Still, he smiled at the unexpected sight of her.

“Morning, YN. What you doing up so early? I thought you would have slept in after being away."

YN didn't make eye contact, as he stood there chest out, tattoos glistening from his sweat.

"I um, slept well. When you work outdoors most of the year, you build up stamina and endurance."

She took an orange from the refrigerator and started to peel it, holding the garbage can open with one foot as she tossed the peels.

"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll treat you to the best scrambled eggs of your life," he reached for a frying pan and then the eggs.

When she was finished, she headed for the cloak cupboard to grab a light jacket.

"Wait," he jogged over to her. "You got a little something on your face," he pointed out.

YN's hand rushed to her face but he beat her to it. Suddenly feeling his fingers against the side of her lips had her suddenly scared to breathe.

"There was some orange from the white bit," he gave her a big smile before heading back to the kitchen.

"I'm just on my way out, thank you though," she smiled politely unable to make his gaze.

"Jimin invited me out for coffee and breakfast."

Jungkook's smile turned to a frown. “YN, I really like you but I don't want you to get your hopes up."

Now she was puzzled.

"Hopes up about what?" she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag.

"Jimin is a bit of a flirt, he'll try it on. I don't want things to get awkward."

He knew he shouldn't have said such a lie, but it was the first time she'd blown him off and he wasn't sure how to take it.

I can't believe she's leaving me and fluffy eggs for some fancy coffee with Jimin.

She really had no idea the magnitude of the effect her answer would have on him.

"Jimin isn't like that. We've gone out for coffee before and it's not like that, I assure you. I'm not trying to date your friends Jungkook. He bought coffee last time, so I wanted to repay the favour."

No longer wishing to hear what he was insinuating, she gave up on him and closed the door fast, unable to get that image of him out of her head.

Just because they ate a few meals together, shared the apartment and laughed at the same shows that didn't mean shit.

Besides, she wasn’t looking for anything. And he was way out of her league.

But damn, she wished she could get the image of him out of her mind everytime he turned up all sweaty and gorgeous. She only wished she would stop fantasizing about the man every time she saw him—and, for that matter, when he wasn’t around.

YN tried to ignore her physical reaction to him and figured it would go away eventually, but for now, the attraction was powerful and it wasn’t easy to put aside.

"I'm just a roomie, maybe a friend. Don't be stupid YN. It's just, a little crush."

When she found Jungkook in his gym clothes in the kitchen, hair damp and sweaty from his workout and those curls of hair edging their way to his lower neck, it was a lot more than she could handle.

How dare he try and look so boyishly handsome!

His T-shirt looked soft and comfortable as if it had been washed hundreds of times, and had well-worn, threadbare, see-through spots that gave more than a hint of the muscles underneath it when he wore it. Ashamed she wished to be that t-shirt as he flung it over his broad shoulders.

On other days, she's seen it on him, slightly damp from his workout so it clung to his abs, showing off the cut of each muscle on his stomach.

She felt like an idiot the instant the image popped into her head, and how for the love of God she still had a hard time looking at him as she spoke.

"He must think I'm so lame," she mumbled as she headed for the lift.

YN wasn’t an idiot. She knew Jungkook dated pretty things and had dated Jenni, on off for ages now. Although she was confident about her looks and knew she was attractive, she wasn’t that attractive. She saw herself as girl-next-door kind of cute—appealing in a sweet way. She didn't have time to show off her outdoors beach running skills or her killer tanned abs when she was a self professed workaholic.

Yep, he has a type. The hot, sexy, idol type; leggy-blonde-model sort of way, so Jungkook wouldn't be interested in her. She was sassy, gave lip and thought too much.

Besides, she reminded herself again, she didn’t want a relationship. The whole point of this living arrangement was for her to be able to work closer to the studios and write a script to offer to dinner of the stars she worked with. Get someone to want to act her script, get a budget, a director to make her vision come to life.

"Those that don't remember why they are here, working stupid hours will be doomed to repeat it," she scolded herself, as she punched the floor in and waited for the doors to close.

The last thing she wanted to do was let him see that she was over thinking their connection.

For a second I thought he was jealous. God I've such a vivid imagination. YN you are delusional.

Jungkook stared at the eggs, and returned them to the fridge. It wasn't the first time he'd realised she was nothing like the women he knew and dated in the past. Hell, Jennie would have taken what he offered and started running up tabs for clothes, jewellery and trips overseas…. Instead, here YN was getting up early to go buy Jimin coffee.

He didn't have much time to think about it any more, since Jennie had decided to finally pick up his call.

"Jennie!" he cleared his throat and gave his ex-girlfriend his attention.

He heard a muffle, the sound of people in the background before she spoke.

"Jungkook, why do you keep blowing up my phone?"

She huffed but he ignored that and carried on.

"Thanks for finally calling back, I know you're on your tour now," he perked up at the fact that she picked up in the first place.

"We broke up remember, so why do you keep saying you miss me? We're in Amsterdam right now and heading back to Paris tomorrow. I'm busy."

Things never worked out between them but he was a fool for her, and he hadn't fucked anyone since they broke up.

"When you back?"

"Another month."

"Wanna get dinner together? We could go to the place we always go to."

"You mean that Italian restaurant?"

"You always said you loved going there," he wasn't sure why she was sounding like this until she sighed.

"I only went there because I wanted to pretend to like what you liked. We were dating and I thought you would just go there the once but that's the only place you'd ever take me!"

"I thought you liked it when I did that? You didn't tell me you didn't like it when we went there."

He felt his energy begin to drain, as he recounted how tired this conversation was making him.

"Yeah well I didn't like it, so now you know. And I'm not free for dinner. You're so boring Jungkook. Call me when you get a new personality."

She cut the call before he could give a sassy reply, leaving him to swear loudly to himself.

YN smiled as she walked back to the apartment. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there was hardly any traffic. She walked past a famous bakery, the sweet aroma pulled her in, and soon she was blowing an incredible amount on baked goods.

"YN!" came a shriek, that belonged to Luna.

"What you doing here?"

"Late for heading back to work after lunch. But I have great news!"

"What's that then?" YN stuffed a croissant into her mouth, the delicious buttery pastry melting on her tongue.

"Do you remember that cute guy I told you about?"

YN looked at her blankly trying to recall the conversation.

Luna sighed. "I literally messaged you this morning."

YN briefly recalled Jungkook, shirtless in the kitchen.

"Oh, you did? My bad."

"Well, anyway. There is a cute guy that works in my department and he saw you the other day at the office."

YN shook her head. "Luna no way am I dating someone from work. Just because we work on different networks doesn't mean it would always stay like that. What if it doesn't work out? Then it'll just gonna awkward."

"He's a history buff, knows a lot about the country and would love to take you on a tour of the city. Said he saw you and wanted to know if you're single."

YN shook her head immediately walking off.

"I don't have time," she lied.

"One date. You never know!" she pleaded with huge eyes until YN gave in.

"I dunno Luna.."

"Least have a look at his picture before you say no."

YN stood and left her room, planning to make another iced coffee when she heard the front door shut. She went to the hallway just in time to see Jungkook getting into his jacket. He looked up and caught her watching him. Because, of course he did. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks but she didn’t duck out of sight. She raised a hand and waved goodbye.

He winked at her, "I'm just out to the studio. I'll see you soon?"

YN tried not to melt.

"Sure, I'll see you soon."

YN stacked a few matching lacy sets of lingerie on her bed before deciding on a colour.

"It's not like anyone's gonna get to see them, but a little ego boost never hurt a woman," she smiled before deciding on an outfit.

YN opened the large closet, grabbing the heavy clothing she’d taken from the back of her closet to make room. Taking out a few of his jumpers, she began sorting them for a pile to be stored away.

She shoved the rest of Jungkook's things under the bed. He would probably scream to see her treating his cashmere sweaters like that, but that’s what he got for not putting his fall clothing away when the weather turned warmer. The man had a ridiculous amount of clothing.

Buffed and moisturised, she stepped out the shower, took a big gulp of her wine and into her confidence boosting outfit not realising Jungkook had already returned home.

An hour after, nipping into the kitchen for more wine to help her nerves and implant more Dutch courage, after final make up check she spied his keys in the bowl besides her.

"Jungkook?" she called loudly, finishing her wine and wiping her mouth carefully to not smudge her lipstick. "I'll catch you later."

No answer.

Then came a groan, which sounded odd.

Unsure if he had stepped on a plug or something else, she neared his door and knocked as another groan travelled through the door.

She knocked again, "Are you okay?"

Suddenly Jungkook called out clearly.

"Fuck, shit! Thank God you heard me YN! I need your help!" he pleaded as she came through the door.

YN had thought he needed help, and had never expected to see Jungkook like this; perhaps he lost his phone charger or an earring stud she thought, but hadn't banked on finding him naked in bed, his cock erect and a painful look on his face.

Jungkook never expected another human let alone YN to see him like this.

A painful erection that wouldn't go down, a half bottle of wine drunk straight out the fridge and him lying there unable to move.

"YN!" he grimaced against the bedsheet. "You're a girl."

YN averted her eyes and looked interestingly at the ceiling.

"That's very perceptive of you!" she edged forward till her knee hit the edge of his bed and grasping the bedsheet threw it at him. "At least cover up!"

Eyes closed she hiccuped.

"Ow ow ow!" he called out hissing in pain as the bedsheet hit his tent pole.

"Maybe we should call for help!" she turned the other way to ring Jimin.

"No! Don't call him please! Don't call anyone!" he whimpered in pain, making small noises.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do when you call out for help and I find you, alone with your erection for company?!"

Her eyes opened, and forcing herself to not lower them she stared him in the eyes refusing to look anywhere else.

His eyes focussed in on YN, standing there hands on hips.

"Where you going?"

"I need to go out in a few minutes," she looked directly at his eyes.

"YN, please. Cancel. I need your help."

"I can't cancel this. I'll be in so much trouble if I cancel this one too."

"YN, please," he begged. "I need your help." He gulped, and winced as he tried to sit up. "I can't get it down. It's been nearly an hour. I thought a quick power wank and get on with my day, but it won't come down!"

"Who the fuck has a power wank?? I don't know how to help. Maybe you can just, massage it?"

Jungkook shook his head, "No please, everytime I try to go near it I feel like I've been shot. Can you rub it?"

"How the hell is that supposed to help?" she hiccuped again.

"How much did you drink?" he asked her between shaky breaths.

"A few, for the courage."

"I'm begging you YN. Please will you have sex with me. Just get on it and make it cum and then I swear I will never do it again."

YN knew she had heard him wrong. When he repeated it again, she had to blink as the warmth of the wine spread to her stomach and made her cheeks begin to warm up.

Jungkook watched her eyes blink one too many times, a slow rose tint to her cheeks.

"YN, please. I'm begging you to help."

YN simply blinked.

"Oh god, I've broken you and my dick. Jesus, YN I need your help," he hiccuped.

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crythvv · 1 year

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falling

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Everyone wanted to be and live like jeon jungkook. rookie streamer that somehow got everything he wanted, he had the views, he had the fans, he had the best friends, but one thing he didn’t have was love. When one of his best friends introduces him to yn he absolutely hates her. Slowly both of them get closer and jungkook starts to feel like maybe he can get love after all.

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a/n: aaahhh the end is finally here!! i’m so so sooo grateful for all the support i got while falling was still in the process of being finished it meant so much to me <3 love everyone that was invested into this fic as much as i was🥺💗

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sftykth · 2 years

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the top ten - JJK preview

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↠ summary: A school who ranks their students based on beauty in the top ten program has Jungkook and his friends seen as the superior students amongst others. Jungkook takes a particular liking to a girl but will the social rank get in the way from something blossoming between the two?

↠ pairing: Jungkook x Yn

↠ type: e2l - inspired by the girl from nowhere

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authors note: hello everyone! you might recognise me if you read my first story ‘perfect now’ i’m excited to announce that i will be writing a new jungkook story im so excited! i still haven’t decided whether to do it as a sm au or a writing type. it will become more clearer later on. pls let me know ur thoughts and if ur excited to read this !! <33

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i-am-baechu · 10 months

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♬ Summary: Everyone has established that Jungkook is a very jealous person. He’s finally gotten used to Y/N’s love for Red Velvet but her love for a boy group...what the fuck, plot twist.

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, angst?, fluff, and smutish

♬ Warnings: Smut angst(ish) and fluff (lol)

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

Y/N has a secret and the only person that knows it is Jimin but not by choice. She was in the practice room waiting for Jungkook when she decided to have some fun. She will never forget his look...

It was quiet and usually she was okay with that but not today. She loves girl groups, that was her whole Twitter page but she was also hiding something. She liked some boy groups but she never told anyone this. Not even Mae. Of course, she loved Bts, they were her second family but she didn’t want to imagine Jungkook’s shocked face if she was listening to another boy group.

She took out her phone from her pocket and started playing the song that’s been on her mind, “Slow it down, make it bouncy...” She was moving her head from side to side as the Bouncy by Ateez echoed in the empty room. She felt safe doing this knowing Jungkook was running late, it was time to relish in her secret. She was somewhat doing the dance while she was sitting without realizing someone was watching her with an amused look.

“Interesting...”

She jumped at the voice and quickly shut off her phone. She turned around to see Jimin smirking at her and she felt her face heat up, “W-What are you doing here?”

“Jungkook told me you were waiting for him in here and I wanted to say hi.”

She looked away from his amused face and he chuckled at this, “Hi...”

“Does he know?”

She felt a small sweat drop go down her neck but she glanced back with a small smile, “What are you talking about?”

Jimin shook his head and sat in front of her with that smirk that annoys his hyungs, “You were listening to a boy group. Ateez to be exact.”

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Shut up, you were listening to Ateez. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She sighed and shook her head, “Jungkook is a jealous man-”

“Really, I didn’t notice that.”

She rolled her eyes at him and let out a small laugh, “He's jealous when I listen to Red Velvet...could you imagine if I listened to a boy group.”

Jimin let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “I think it is cute he's so jealous of things like that. Who's your favorite in the group?”

“I honestly like all of them-”

“Who’s your favorite?”

She pouted and looked away, “I like Seonghwa, Yeosang, and San.”

“Seonghwa is your age...I guess you really do have a type.”

She rolled her eyes and looked at him with a serious look, “You can’t tell Jungkook...I don’t want him to feel insecure or something like that.”

“Fine, I won’t. Even though I wanted to make fun of him.”

“Jimin!”

That was a week ago and Jimin was making fun of her in secret but Jungkook saw it. He wasn’t sure why Jimin was picking on her but he didn’t like it. Especially when it made Y/N look so nervous, he didn’t like seeing her like that. That’s why today he was going to talk to him about it during his meeting with the others.

Jungkook sat there as Namjoon raised his eyebrow at him, “Are you okay?”

“I need to talk to Jimin...”

Speaking of the devil, the door opened to Jimin and Taehyung talking to each other about something random. Jungkook glared at Jimin who stopped in his tracks when he saw the look, “What did I do?”

“Why have you been making fun of Y/N?”

“He’s been doing what?”

Jimin swallowed his spit when he saw Yoongi glaring at him, “It’s about something...”

Jungkook glared at him and shook his head, “She’s been looking nervous and I want to know why. I hate seeing her like that.”

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Taehyung who shrugged his shoulders, “I really don’t know how to say it.”

“Jimin, just tell me.”

“I’ll just show you.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow at this and watched Jimin pull up a chair next to him. He took out his phone to show him a video. Jungkook's mouth fell when he saw his girlfriend do the bouncy challenge in the dance room with Jimin showing her how to dance. Jungkook looked at Jimin with wide eyes, “She listens to them...”

“Yeah, she has albums and photocards.”

Jungkook looked back at the video and was impressed with the way his girlfriend was dancing. He shook his head and looked at Jimin, “Why were you making fun of her?”

“Because she was scared that you would become jealous. You know how you are with Red Velvet.”

Jungkook pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, “I don’t get jealous.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and let out a laugh, “You do get jealous. Just last week you were jealous that Y/N ordered Red Velvet merch.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and looked back at Jimin’s phone, “Send me that video...”

“Why?”

“My business, not yours.”

Y/N was sitting on her couch watching a documentary that Namjoon told her about. She heard the keys against the door and she turned her head to see her boyfriend smiling at her, “Hey, how was the meeting?”

“The meeting was good...I learned something new.”

She tilted her head at him and watched him take off his shoes, “I knew you could bend far but I didn’t know you could go that far.”

She raised her eyebrow at him and let out a nervous laugh, “What?”

Jungkook went to sit next to her on the couch and took out his phone to show her something. She glanced down at the phone and then back at him with a confused face, “You should show me other dance moves.” Her eyes widened at this and looked at his screen with horror. Jimin must’ve shown him the video and then shared it with him. She stood up from the couch hiding her face behind her hands. Jungkook let out a small laugh and shut off his phone, “What's wrong?”

“Why do you have that?”

“I have my ways, you look really hot.”

She turned towards him with a raised eyebrow, “H-Hot?”

“I don’t know why but seeing you dance to boy groups is kinda hot.”

“Jungkook, you're so weird...You were jealous of me dancing to Red Velvet.”

He rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch to wrap his arms around his waist. He kissed her forehead with a small smirk, “Because those boy groups could never take you away from me...Irene might.”

“Shut up...”

He rubbed her hips gently and she nuzzled her head into his chest as she let him rub her skin. It wasn’t until his hands groped her bottom that she let out a loud gasp, “Jung-Jungkook!?”

“Baby, I need you.”

She let out another loud gasp when he gently smacked one of her ass cheeks, “I-I...Okay.”

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed. Jungkook loves Y/N, he makes it known to anyone. There was something about Y/N dancing that turned him on and how much fun she was having. Especially when she was bending down and her chest was bouncing up and down, it was hot. He couldn’t explain it but it was hot.

Her feet hit the carpet and they finally broke the kiss. She looked up at him with a shy gaze and it only fueled him even more. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, “No foreplay baby, I really need you. Are you wet enough?”

“I-I...yes..”

He leaned down and kissed her lips quickly with a smirk. Jungkook went to their bed taking off his pants and boxers while Y/N stood there watching him. They’ve been together for years but she’s still awkward with sex. Something Jungkook found cute. She watched closely as she rubbed her thighs together gently, she loved Jungkook so much. She really does.

Jungkook watched her rub her thighs and smirked, “Take off your shorts baby. Show me how wet you are.”

Her face felt hot but gave him a nod. She slipped off her spandex shorts and he watched with a haze. She took off her underwear and was about to toss it to the side but Jungkook opened his hand. She tilted her head at him with a confused look, “Do you need something baby?”

“I want your underwear.”

Her eyes widened and she clenched the fabric in her hand, “Wh-What!? Why?”

“I want proof that you're wet.”

She glanced at her underwear and back at him with a nervous glance. She nodded her head and gently placed the fabric in his hand. She watched him rub the fabric in his tattoo with a smile, “All this from kissing?”

“Yo-You know how sensitive I am.”

Jungkook patted his lap and she knew what she had to do. She gently sat on his thigh looking at him with those innocent eyes she always had, “Do you want me to take off my shirt?”

“No, you look hot in my clothes.”

Jungkook gripped the base of his cock with one of his hands and the other on her waist. She took a deep breath and sunken down with her tight walls tightened around him. He let out a low groan and pushed some hair behind her ear, “Baby...Slow it down, make it bouncy”

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Romance and a Rendezvous | pjm, jjk

Pairing: veterinarian!jimin x veterinarynurse!reader, bestfriend!jeongguk x female!reader, chapter fourteen of Tails of Love {written}

Genre: angst, smut oops, fluff, socialmedia!au, f2l!au

Word Count: 5,271

Warning(s): profanity, angst, smut, dirty talk, mention of alcohol consumption, rough sex, m!dom, protection/mention of a condom, hair grabbing/pulling, secrecy, different positions, smutty kissing; Rated: 18+

Tag List: @ficlibrarie , @gukniverse , @emwy11 , @theceraunophilegirl , @yoonoclock @xxxanimangxxx @juju-227592

The sheet vinyl floor gleams beneath the light of the bathroom; your heart drums against your ribcage as you stare at your phone screen. You swallow the lump persistently remaining along with the nerves shooting through your shaky fingertips. Your ex-boyfriend, who is now a veterinarian, is about to walk through the front doors of Bangtan Veterinary Hospital, where in the past year you have gained some of the best friends you could have ever asked for. Despite what one would assume, there is an underlying reason why you left the original veterinary hospital that you had shadowed at during college, and it is not specifically due to the breakup with Jimin, although losing Jimin was part of why your heart was so shattered. Slipping your phone into your scrub pocket, you squeeze your eyes shut as you hug yourself tight, breathing in and out slowly for some form of comfort.

You moved out almost a month into starting your job here at Bangtan once your finances were enough to pay for bills, and Monnie happened to become your roommate, who also became the sister you never had. Being in tech school, it was hard to work a job and balance homework at the same time, hence why you lived with your parents until graduation- your dad, Dr. Yang, one of the top veterinarians in your country, you were inspired to be a part of the field because saving animals’ lives was something you strived to do. Plus, your father was your best friend, and you wanted to follow in his footsteps despite his eager tendency to convince you to go full on and just become a veterinarian versus a veterinary nurse.

However, the relationship is strained because of what happened, and when your nose burns from the tears welling in your eyes, you hate admitting that you miss your parents. Especially their guidance.

But, there is someone you also have missed more than anything in this world, someone who made your heart melt- someone who shared similar passions, and would risk sneaking secret kisses behind any door until your lips were bruised; someone who gave you the adventure highs of a lifetime finding new places to explore, new foods to try, new scenes to visualize, or simply laying a blanket out under the stars and talk about the dreams you both hoped to reach. Together.

You can’t face him, or so you think, and he is still unaware of why you left him to protect him, and the shame of the breakup is enough to make you want to run and hide anywhere that is not in this restroom. The fear of Jimin not understanding your side is still planted within your mind- a seed that never stunted in its growth, and you thought for the past year or so you were safe from ever having to reveal it. And maybe you still will not have to.

‘You know I don’t care if our friends know right? I think you were more concerned than I was. I don’t regret any of it. I mean that.’

Wincing, that is yet another thing you will never know how to keep secret from Jimin. Jeongguk’s text was in the early hours of this very morning when you confessed that you told Namjoon over the tipsy filled weekend. Of course, what happened between you and Jeongguk was months after you left Jimin, but Jimin was your first everything. Jeongguk and you had become very close, and one night after much alcohol consumption, but not enough to take away the memory of it all, you leaned over and kissed him. There was a pause of prolonged silence and his widened, doe eyes stared back at you in complete surprise.

Humiliation dawned over your face from the realization of what you had done, and it dripped down your chest in thick trails while you jumped from the couch and turned into the kitchen. Your head was hazy from the drinking, but you were well aware of what just happened. And he wasn’t Jimin. He wasn’t the man you were still holding onto. Something about the way Jeongguk’s hair fell into his face, and the way his tattoos peeked from his long sleeve, the way he constantly made you laugh, you felt the hint of lust. You felt the attraction deeper than you wanted to admit, but you were also filled with emotions you had never let out. All of it was dangerously tempting and you could punch yourself for giving into it all. And you were thankful Monnie had been out with friends at that time.

You were standing in front of the oven when your ears tuned into the creaking floor alluding to Jeongguk’s soft footsteps. Your arms were crossed, and you hadn’t noticed that you had been crying. Hardly lifting your eyes to him, his countenance was shy, but you slowly turned to fully face him, stammering for words. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. Thoughts of Jimin spiraled to infinity in your mind even more than before.

Jeongguk nodded, swallowing softly. He proceeded to take the short trail to stand in front of you, and you could feel your heart pounding through your temples because as much as you wanted to avoid what just happened, part of you just didn’t want to care anymore. Your heart had been through enough. What could this one night with this wonderful human being really cause? Nothing. You convinced yourself. Nothing. Jimin was gone. Jimin wasn’t coming back. Or so you thought at the time.

Your eyes flitted to stare into the innocence of Jeongguk’s gaze while he tried to read what you were thinking. Your arms uncrossed in preparation to reach for him because right now your lips were tingling for his amidst the doubt of your sorrows. It was then Jeongguk’s arm wrapped around you while his other palm touched the back of your head when his lips crashed to yours. Your body responded immediately while you hummed pleasurably against his lips; your back pressed against the oven while the tip of his tongue met yours briefly. Instinctively, your hand clutched the strands at the back of his neck letting his kiss take you away. Letting him be the escape you have needed. Begged for.

“You’re so hot,” you whispered against his mouth while you fumbled to find his belt.

“I try,” he murmured. You immediately unbuckled his belt then, looking down momentarily to unbutton his pants before you dropped them to his ankles. The couch was not far from the kitchen, and at this point, you were ready to get the motion of the ocean going. This dazed escape was going to be everything you could have asked for despite the endless picture of Jimin’s face haunting your brain. Jeongguk suddenly paused, leaning back as if to stretch.

“Are you okay?” You asked, arching an eyebrow. Jeongguk exhaled as if to whistle.

“I’m very grabby with the face and neck,” he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut as if chagrined.

“I mean…” You contemplated. “You can pull my hair?”

Jeongguk didn’t get a chance to reply or think about your words because your fingers were now bundled into his shirt while you dragged him toward the couch. “Wait, hold on, hold on-” He panicked, trying not to trip. “My pants!” You stifled a giggle when you realized he hadn’t kicked his pants off from his ankles and almost face planted onto the floor.

“Oops!” You smiled, but he caught up with you just fine, and he lifted your sweatshirt from your frame while kisses were shared in between. At this point in time, his pants and underwear were completely off while your bra and sweatshirt were tossed somewhere in the living room, yet your shorts were still clung to your body while his shirt remained untouched.

You weren’t sure how you got there, but you were led to another part of the sectional where your back was pinned against the cushions and Jeongguk slid your shorts and thong down your legs. He then reached to take off his button-up where your eyes got to visualize the entirety of his tattoos decorating him beautifully while your mouth guiltily watered. “Holy shit, your tattoos,” you breathed, fingers outlining them.

“Yeah, I got a few,” he teased knowing it was much more than a mere few. His large hands grabbed your legs and placed them on either shoulder as he struggled to unwrap a condom before sliding it on. You could feel how aroused you were and you forced yourself to feel as though you were ready. When he entered you, you gasped, especially when his strong hand first gripped the strands of your hair tautly causing you to cry out erotically. The feel of him was more than you anticipated, and you could feel the gush in your heat as he thrusted, especially when one of his hands slapped the top of the couch to squeeze it while he moved within you. Your moans were fueling him. It all was happening so fast, and you reached to grasp his hand, then his bicep, and you couldn’t stop yourself. You didn’t want to.

“Turn that ass around,” he demanded which turned you on even more. You loved the dominance. You loved that he took control of this intimacy, so you didn’t have to. Because now you don’t want to stop. You were obedient and positioned yourself. Once his length pushed into you, your teeth sunk into a pillow to mute your pleasurable whimpers while he thrusted. You forgot how much you liked it rough. You forgot how much you enjoyed sex despite your misery. But this wasn’t Jimin. This wasn’t the man you were still in love with.

Before you could let the emotions and guilt spring to your eyes, Jeongguk’s hand tangled into your hair and yanked back all while pounding into you while you moaned. You couldn’t say Jeongguk’s name. You couldn’t. In all honesty, you almost screamed Jimin’s name from how much you couldn’t stop thinking about him and what you had just done. But this was all so fucking hot.

When climaxes were reached, you cuddled into Jeongguk while his hand traced upon your bare back. You tried not to cry because now the guilt consumed you in all its entirety. “Whatever you do,” you had whispered. “You cannot tell a soul about this. Please.”

Jeongguk kissed your forehead tenderly suppressing the wonder of why you asked this, but he understood. He figured you didn’t want your friends to freak out. “I promise.” He swore. No matter what, he was going to be your friend, and he knew in his heart you would be his friend in return regardless.

“I promise, too.” Your voice broke.

A small knock on the door makes you jump and every thought you were reminiscing vanishes instantly. Your eyes enlarge as your arms unfold to lay next to your sides. “I- um, uh just a minute!” You call, your temples pounding as you shuffle to find some excuse as to why you have been in the bathroom for God knows how long pondering your past.

“y/n?” the gentle voice beyond the door nicks your heart, you grit your teeth whilst you shudder in reaction, because that voice is one you have yearned to hear, but never worked up the courage to call. “y/n…. it’s me,”

Fuck. You know that he knows that you are hiding from him, and you wonder if Monnie may have told him where you are considering you and her are some of the only technicians who work in the canine and feline department. Taking a quick look at your Apple watch, 8:55 am shines back at you in a reminder that the first appointment will be checking in soon, and from the vacancy of the red dot that signifies notifications, you assume that Monnie nor has anyone in the group chat been able to message due to the busyness of the morning chores.

With a quivering, cold hand, you will yourself to remain calm, turning the knob slowly, inching the door open to see coffee brown irises staring back at you in evident concern mingled with the same nervous tension you hold. His full lips are slightly parted as if he wants to speak, but neither of you can find words. Slim fit in some khaki pants and a nice dress shirt tucked in- a white doctor’s coat hovers around his frame, making him look as official as his license prompting your heart to feel a wave of pride for how hard he has worked. Park Jimin has returned to your life in the most unexpected way, and you don’t even know if you want to run or pull him into the longest hug you have wished for on countless nights when his face would haunt your dreams.

“Hi,” you manage to muster, almost inaudibly, closing the door behind you after flicking off the light.

“Hey,” he replies, lips pressing together, the silence that follows afterward bringing the most awkward feeling, yet you try to avert your gaze enough to not relish in how heavenly he is. If the clients are already head over heels for Jeongguk, you cannot even imagine how they will be when they see the new veterinarian that has been hired. Honestly, Dr. Seokjin gets quite a lot of compliments from the women who fan their hand in front of their face after he leaves the room- which yes, you undeniably work with some very handsome men, but with the talk of a new employee, people are going to want to witness it.

“Uh, Dr. Park?” The pair of you, in pure surprise, whirl your heads around to see a vividly uncomfortable Monnie, whose index finger is held in the air. “Sorry to interrupt, but Taehyung just checked in the first appointment.”

“Oh, yes,” clearing his throat, Jimin shares a quick nod with you before stepping in the direction of the treatment area, Monnie holding your eyes knowingly before filing behind him. “Oh, and Dr. Park, I meant to ask you this earlier, but do you happen to specialize in anything?”

Acupuncture and orthopedics, you answer Monnie’s question inwardly, because Jimin always spoke about his fascination with acupuncture and orthopedic surgeries, and what do you know he answers her question with what you essentially assumed. You are uncertain of what or why, but something stems- you jogging to enter where the exam rooms await. Brushing past Monnie, you grab the folder, taking a look at the name of the patient which happens to be a French Bulldog, Crowley, you helped the owner name when she brought him in as a puppy. Four years ago. At the previous clinic where you were with Jimin.

You always wanted a brachycephalic breed, with that name, but instead, you lived vicariously through the pet parent, LenLen Lee. Of course, when LenLen had heard you moved clinics a year ago, she proclaims how much Crowley loves you, she had to switch clinics and brought his records over to Bangtan Vet and has brought him here ever since. But, you also are aware of the way, her and Taehyung’s eyes flit away from each other when they catch each other lowkey staring.

“I’ll load the room,” you volunteer, avoiding eye contact to then reaching the lobby to see Crowley nestled in front of LenLen’s legs while he pants anxiously amongst his snorts. Taehyung is quietly talking into the phone of whoever called at the front desk, staring at the computer screen that holds the schedule for today, though his gaze flickers frequently toward LenLen. “Crowley!” You coo, LenLen smiling widely as she ushers her dog to be seated within the exam room. Crowley pelts his front paws at you in excitement at your presence as his nubby tail wags.

You immediately ask how LenLen’s day has been before covering what Crowley is due for wellness wise, discussing whatever concerns she may have for her pet. It totals up to about seven minutes, and she gives permission for Dr. Park to examine Crowley in the treatment area admitting to having an important phone call she hasn’t been able to make yet.

It doesn’t take long for you to weigh the dog, jotting down the number the scale reads. Searching the counter, you reach for the ear thermometer, Crowley shaking his head in response and you are happy to see his temperature is running within the normal limits. To finish out his vitals, you place your fingers on his femoral pulse, located on the medial side of his back leg, counting each beat in fifteen seconds, multiplying by four to receive the answer of his heartbeat per minute. Due to his panting, you are unable to gather an accurate respiratory rate, so when you carefully lift him to place upon the treatment table, Jimin reaches to pat Crowley’s wrinkly head, sliding the folder with the dog’s information to his view.

You keep your gaze downward, paying as much attention to Crowley as you can to keep from blushing at the man standing before you. Monnie steps over just to peek at what vaccines are needed, turning to draw them up for you while Jimin reaches for the stethoscope hanging in plain sight on a hook nailed into the wall.

“Any concerns?” He asks, trying to be as professional as possible though his heart is aching just as much as yours is.

“No concerns really other than his seasonal allergies, but she’s fine with continuing his allergy shot, she said he started itching again about a week ago.”

“Okay good.” Jimin looks around the table helplessly, drawers are beneath him, and you realize he may be looking for something specific. “Erm, where do you keep your ophthalmoscopes?”

“Oh!” You want to smack yourself from how jittery you are being, but you can’t help it. Jimin is here right in front of you. “Second drawer,” you point toward it, him sliding it open, retrieving the scope, screwing on the head piece before shining the light in Crowley’s eyes to check for any abnormalities. He continues the exam, palpating the abdomen, looking into the ears, checking lymph nodes, as well as maneuvering Crowley’s limbs to make sure he doesn’t admit any pain response. Though you keep a guard up, you hold your hands lightly around Crowley’s head, Jimin’s fingers only brush yours a few times, your heart leaping annoyingly that you wish you could disappear.

When returning Crowley to the exam room, you realize LenLen isn’t there. Instead, you discover a flirty Taehyung as he giggles along with LenLen, and your eyebrows raise in amusement. You have always known Tae may have had a little crush on the woman who excitingly greets her dog while it paws at her knees. Taehyung briefly shares a widened look with you as if he has been caught red handed, but you can’t help but respond with a knowing wink before wishing LenLen a good day and she gives you a swift hug. Quickly ducking into the exam room, you shoot a text toward Taheyung asking when he is going to ask LenLen out already.

“Hey,”

“Oh!” You gasp, immediately looking up to see a smirking Monnie although her eyes cloud with concern. “You scared me!”

“As I should, it’s part of my job.”

“I will get you back-” You try to breathe, bringing a hand to your chest.

“No, you won’t.” She teases before a seriousness falls into her smile. “How are you holding up? Aside from almost urinating yourself.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Very. You know you can’t keep hiding from him forever. I know running always seems like the best option, but from the way he looks at you, I’d stop and smell the roses.”

“He is quite amazing…” you murmur because he is. And you miss that. You miss him.

“Just try to remain calm. Don’t shut him out so fast. Plus, you and I need to talk about what happened because you still haven’t told me.”

“Whine and wine?” You smile, watching the grin rise on Monnie’s face.

“Whine and wine. Now let’s continue cuddling these felines and pooches. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been refraining from looking for Yoongi because all I wanna do is boop his button nose!”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” Chuckling, you and Monnie swap with each appointment, and though you force yourself to fight it, your head still spins profusely because what happened between you and Jimin is nearly eating you alive. Trying to find ways to preoccupy yourself, you maintain your attention on every patient that you bring back to the treatment area hardly looking your ex-boyfriend in the face. The conversation with Monnie seems to echo in the crevices of your conscious; you know she is right; you need to let your guard down and at least try.

“I was- um, I was looking to see if this dog has cataracts, but it doesn’t seem to, and I will say she doesn’t act as if she is blind. She strutted beside me like she knew where she was going.” Brushing your thumb cautiously along the medial canthus of the Bichon’s eyes, you notice that she does not seem to have lenticular sclerosis either, rather, a blue, foggy shade covers the majority of her corneas.

Jimin chuckles, reducing the anxiety smothering your chest, his eyes squint as he stares through the ophthalmoscope. “She can definitely see.” He murmurs. “Honestly, I think it’s edema. How old is she?”

“Eleven.”

“Ah, okay, she looks really good for her age,” standing straighter, he switches out the eye piece for an otoscope piece to look within the dog’s ears. “Do you happen to remember the technical term for this particular condition?”

Pausing, a nervous curl of a smirk graces your lips as you remember the fun in quizzing each other when it comes to the veterinary education. Jimin helped you immensely especially when studying for tests, and though your heart has not settled into a slower rate, you try to relax the rigidity plaguing your shoulders. “I- I think so.” You swallow, racking your brain, but instead, you deadpan. “Do you?”

Watching someone become caught off guard by your antics has always prompted you to stifle laughter, but if Jimin remembers anything about you, is that you can be a smart ass when you feel like it. Awkwardly clearing his throat, a habit he tends to do when he feels cornered, he shifts the otoscope to the dog’s other ear to visualize the eardrum. “That’s why I’m asking you.”

“Corneal Endothelial Degeneration. Must I go on?”

A small smile remains planted on his plump lips, before his eyes meet yours, holding your gaze for a few seconds after he sets the otoscope aside. “You can. But I’d love to hear it over a much-needed cup of coffee sometime.”

“I-” Somehow, in your peripherals aside from the enormous jump of your heart, you thought you saw Monnie smiling in satisfaction along with Min Yoongi at your attempt of civility even though deep down you know Jimin had not done anything wrong. Unfortunately, you did not get a chance to answer him because Namjoon comes back with concerns involving a boarder, so Jimin quickly gives the plan regarding the Bichon for you to relay to the owner to then turning on a heel behind Joon. Humorously enough, Monnie and Yoongi retreated around the corner after Jimin left, and you can’t help but shake your head playfully at their precious nosiness.

The morning seems to drag otherwise, and the mini start of a headache pounds at the corner of your forehead from the stress of everything, and when lunch rolls around, you gather your lunch box to head in the direction of your car. Normally, you spend your break with whoever happens to take it at the same time, but with the events of today, you would much rather spend it alone. Suddenly, you feel a gentle hand touch your back, leading you into the storage room that holds the prescription foods and parasite preventatives. Your eyes sporadically search to find a frantic Jimin who runs a slow hand through his hair.

“Jimin!” You gasp, but keeping your voice low enough to not be heard. “Jimin, what the hell are you doing?”

“Look, y/n, I know this is sudden. I-I tried reaching out to you when I first saw that you worked here. I just- we need to talk-”

Sadness clouds your features, and with the way your heart is racing, you would do anything to take a chill pill, or a tequila shot. “Okay,” you run a swift tongue over your lips, your mouth dry. “Talk.” The word comes out more of a croak than an actual voice, and though your fingers grip the handle of your lunch box, you feel the panic looming around your chest. What is frightening to you mostly is that you want to take him up on the cup of coffee, wrap him in your trembling arms and bury your nose in his chest to breathe in the scent of him that you have missed. So much. But the guilt consumes faster than your inward wishes can become a reality.

“I know we have a history, and I’m not sure who all is aware of it, but I just want us to be okay.”

“Me- me too,” you whisper, swallowing hard. “I want us to be okay, too.”

Jimin’s eyes scream desperation for the truth that has plagued him all year long. He deserves closure, but where do you even start? The betrayal of you is one thing, but the betrayal of another individual Jimin looked up to including you leaving him could stir emotions you do not want him to have to cope with. And, even now, standing awkwardly, you hardly can formulate a sentence in your mind to speak springing an already nervous Jimin to scan the shelves as if searching for a script to help him speak clearly. “I guess I’m still processing everything because your dad recommended Bangtan Vet to me, but never mentioned that you work here.”

Furrowed eyebrows ornament your gaze at the sudden mention of your father, because what did Jimin just say? Your lungs feel like they are not getting enough air at this news and the utter disbelief smothers your brain to the point you feel lightheaded.

“My- father referred you to come here?”

A frilly whistle sounds outside the door before it is pushed open causing you and Jimin to freeze to now seeing the dark strands of Jeongguk who halts in immense surprise when he sees the pair of you- in a storage closet- alone. Jeongguk’s lips are still poised as if whistling, but no sound emits. Though this is not the first time you and Jimin have hidden in a small room before, this is, in fact, the first time you two have been caught.

Holy fuck.

You freak, dropping your lunch box as it clangs to the ground. Leaping forward, you grasp Jeongguk’s scrub shirt while the burn in your biceps proves how hard you tug your friend as he stumbles forward. “Guk!” You close the door behind him with a thud before his back pins to the wall beside it. “What are you doing in here!? Aren’t you supposed to be feeding, I don’t know, the bearded dragons!?”

“Well excuse me for doing what Dr. Seokjin told me to do, you cake slice! He asked me to grab a flea preventative for his patient! And for your information the dragons have been given a bountiful amount of kale and juicy crickets-”

“Well feed them some more! Where are the meal worms-?”

“Okay, but can I grab the prevention for Dr. Seokjin first? I have a job to do, ya know?” Gulping, Jeongguk, who stares like a deer in the headlights, flits his gaze from your crazed expression to a Dr. Park who is stunned at the view he is now witnessing, arms outreached as if to help, but remain stiffened. Breathing heavily, you try your best to remain neutral, but the last thing you need is for everyone and their mother to know that you and Jimin were a thing. Or, for Jimin to find out that you and Jeongguk had a one-night drunken fling.

Releasing a long sigh, you reply. “Okay, but whatever you do, do not tell anyone that you found us in here,” maybe the scar from your father is why you are so afraid but protecting Jimin is what you aim to do regardless, even if it means destroying your own heart. And, with this new information you have learned about your dad mentioning Jimin working where you are is still fogging your spinning brain cells, and you know it will be a bridge that you eventually will have to cross, and for now, you try to suppress the thought. But you also know from the secret Guk has kept about your drunken rendezvous is that you can trust him, too.

Fingers bundled in Guk’s shirt, you loosen them, stretching the digits to relieve from the hard grip you had. Jimin asks which prevention Jeongguk needs and searches the shelves for his reply, handing the box to him once found.

“Um,” Jeongguk counters, flipping the box like a microphone. “At least you weren’t hiding in the bathroom this time.” You grimace at his valid point, him stepping aside to introduce himself officially to an ajar mouthed Jimin before continuing despite Jimin just handing him the prevention a minute ago. “I’m assuming the two of you have some catching up to do, and no worries, I’ll guard the door.” He winks turning back to you, he mouths silently. “Is that the guy?” Referring to the ‘guy’ you were still in love with a year ago. Nodding slightly, you whisper. “Thank you, Guk,” shoving him, “And please tell Monnie and Yoongi, if they are anywhere out there that I will put crickets in their sandwiches if I catch them being nosy again.”

“Will do. But mealworms are better-”

“I- Huh?”

“Oh!” He bellows as he turns halfway in the now opened door, an index finger held up. “If I hear reasons of why you may need apricot lube, I’m interrupting-”

“Agh! Guk!” You can hear Jimin’s chortling behind you and flushing a deep shade of red, you push Jeongguk out of the storage room, wanting nothing more than to melt into the floor.

“Apricot? Lube?” Jimin cocks an eyebrow in interest as you shamefully turn to face him.

“I may have tried a dollup?” Realizing how you sound, you panic, “But not on someone! It was a taste test! I just wanted to see what it tasted like! I’m not promiscuous-!” Damnit.

Maybe a hint of relief etches in Jimin’s eyes, but it doesn’t peel the deepened shade of red burning hot upon your chest gliding slowly to your face. “Ooooh! Don’t act like you are so innocent. You and I both know this isn’t the only time we’ve hidden somewhere secluded in a hospital.”

“I know…” Jimin bends down to retrieve your lunch box, gesturing it to you, surprisingly calm despite your panicked outburst. Your fingers touch when you reach for the item, a gentle smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” With a knowing smile, you finally stare into his eyes for a full minute. Finally.

“I don’t think I will either.”

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02. ; the meet

warnings - written, angsty (i hope), mentions of food. i think thats it but always lmk if i missed anything !

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(3rd person POV)

The sun is nowhere to be seen. Gray clouds roll in as droplets of wetness start to fall from the sky. But you don’t bother to put your jacket on, you don’t even flinch. Instead, you stay silent as you rock yourself softly on the playground’s swing.

“Mom STOP!”

“GET OUT.”

“MOM PLEASE IM SORRY-”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the memory, the tears that you’ve been holding back finally roll down your face. The soft swinging comes to a complete stop as you let yourself break down, hands covering your face as painful sobs begin to erupt from your throat.

You sniffle and cough, all while tears continuously fall with no end. Dahyun sees this as she pulls up to the park and she can’t bear it. She tears up as she makes her way to you and she lets a couple of tears fall as she wraps her warm arms around your cold, fragile body.

At this moment you think, “Dahyun is such a good friend”. Because while she usually hates getting wet (especially with clothes on), here she is: holding your soaked body against her dry one. She rubs your back comfortingly as she whispers words of encouragement into your right ear. All in the middle of this pouring rain.

10 minutes go by and you’re finally ready to open your eyes. Your eyes are bloodshot and your face is messy with tears. Dahyun looks no better as she takes a look at your face. She laughs at how ridiculous you look, and for once, you laugh too. She pats you on the back twice before walking back to her car, deciding to let yourself calm down a bit longer while she gets the car to warm up.

You sniffle, soon followed with a heavy exhale. You stare out into nothing as you internally panic.

“Where am I gonna live now?”

“How am I supposed to get a job?”

“What am I gonna do with my life?”

All these thoughts run crazy through your mind. But you dismiss it, for now at least. With a final sigh, you get off the swing and make your way to Dahyun’s car.

The ride to Dahyun’s apartment was uncomfortable. Only because you were soaking wet and your clothes didn’t feel good against your skin. Not to mention you were super itchy. So you were so glad when Dahyun finally pulled up to her apartment complex.

“I’ll grab you a towel real quick.” Dahyun says as you both reach her front door. You nod and watch her run into the small apartment.

You decide to look around the apartment as you wait. The living room looked nice and comfy. There were two gray couches facing each other with a rectangular glass table in the middle. The TV was up against the wall and you couldn’t help but notice the PS5 displayed next to it.

“Since when did Dahyun play video games?”

Your thoughts are soon interrupted when Dahyun comes back with a white towel in her hands. She wraps it around you with a smile and rubs it onto your body.

“I can do it myself, you know.” you say with a giggle. Dahyun shrugs.

“Doesn’t matter. I want to do it.” At that, you playfully roll your eyes but you let her do it anyways. When she’s finished, she smiles brightly at you and guides you into the apartment.

“I left a pile of clothes on my bed for you to wear. You can just go to my room and change.” she says, walking to the kitchen.

Down the hall there are 3 doors. You assume one of them is the bathroom and the other two are bedrooms. You open the door that has a little Hello Kitty sticker on it, but your face only scrunches in confusion.

The room is nice and clean. It smells good, like light vanilla. The bedsheet is light gray and the duvet is white. There’s a PC set up in the corner with a little light projector just sitting on the desk. The walls are decorated with anime posters and that’s what really makes you confused.

“Dahyun literally hates anime…”

Out of nowhere, Dahyun comes up from behind you.

“Oh! Girl, this ain’t my room” she laughs. You turn around, startled.

“It’s not?”

“No!” she continues to laugh, “my room is the other one, come on”

She then leads you to her actual room and everything makes more sense. Her bed is completely white and there’s a vanity in the corner of the room. LED lights decorate the ceiling while the walls are covered with pictures (you being in majority of them). Light pink flowers are seen in random areas of the room and everything just screams Dahyun… but then whose room were you previously in? You just assume that its her boyfriend’s room and move on.

On Dahyun’s bed lies an over-sized white tee paired with some black shorts. You smile as you realize that these clothes were originally yours to begin with. How they ended up in Dahyun’s apartment, you have literally no clue. But you think it’s cute that she still has them.

When you finish getting dressed, you go to the kitchen where Dahyun is waiting for you with a big bowl of ramen. She smiles widely as she sees you entering the kitchen.

“You’re probably starving! Come eat” she says, patting the chair next to hers. And that’s exactly what you do. As you eat, you conversate with Dahyun. You know that she wants to talk about what happened earlier. Which is why you bring it up.

“My mom…” you start, “my mom was… really angry”

Dahyun’s eyes soften and her hand immediately makes its way to your back. You continue talking, blinking away the tears as you do.

“She wanted me to become the CEO of her company but I said I didn’t want to. And- and then she started yelling at me… telling me that I’m useless and…” You couldn’t finish yout sentence as the little tears started to become bigger.

“Oh Y/n…” Dahyun whispers sadly. She hugs you as you let out a single sob.

“Y/n look at me,” you do as she says, “you’re not useless. Shit, you’re the literal opposite. Your existance itself is so important and you just… shine.”

You nod at her words, looking at her like a little kid looking at her teacher.

“Don’t let your mother bring you down because she has never been there for you. She has literally no right to tell you what you are and what you aren’t because she doesn’t even know you, Y/n. She never tried getting to know you and I honestly feel bad for her because now she doesn’t even know how much of a star you are.” Dahyun sighs, wiping the remaining tears away from your cheek.

“She doesn’t know…”

“Dahyun, I love you much ughhhh” you whine, hugging her tightly. She giggles before hugging you back.

“But… UGHH where am I gonna stay? I have no house, no job, no car- nothing” you say with a pout. Dahyun inhales.

“Well, if it’s okay with you…” she looks down and fiddles her fingers together, “you could stay here?”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“I know it’s not the biggest place ever… but you could stay in my room! I’ll literally order a new bed just for you and- and we can go shop for some new clothes for you and-”

“Dahyun!” Your voice seems to make her stop ranting. She tilts her head at you as you smile.

“I would love to stay with you.” You both squeal and jump around happily.

“AHH I’m so happy! Okay so tonight you can sleep on my bed, and then tomor-”

“Wait,” you stop Dahyun once more, “who sleeps in the other roo-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by the door opening. At that moment, a tall man with brown fluffy hair walks through the door. He’s wearing a black tee shirt with a gray zip-up over it. His jeans are baggy and his ears are plugged by the headphones he’s wearing.

“He’s beautiful…”

This time, Dahyun’s voice takes you out of your trance and the words that come out of her mouth makes your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach.

“Oh! Y/n, meet my little brother, Jungkook” Dahyun says with a wide smile. That’s when his eyes meet yours and you swear your heart skipped a beat. His eyes widen ever so slightly as a smirk is evident on his lips.

This can’t be good…

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