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The Art of Revenge (Chapter 6)

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Chapter 6

You ended up spending more time in town than initially planned. The streets were overwhelmed with tourists and visitors making their way up to their cabins, cottages and camps. Jungkook parked the truck on the street, and as you once again walked hand-in-hand towards your destination, you asked him if you could pop into a few quaint shops that caught your attention along the way. He complied with a warm smile and a nod, and after at least an hour and one trip back to the truck to drop off your shopping bags, you finally made it to the grocery store.

The unnecessarily long trek up and down the aisles was also… unnecessarily hot. It started at first when you were draped over the push handle of the cart. Jungkook was eyeing some sort of list he had on his phone, while you stared down the discounted ketchup prices. You felt a heavy hand smooth its way over the small of your back, then tenderly over your waist, as Jungkook leaned next to you to show you something that was on his phone. The casually romantic touch was enough to send a shiver of goosebumps to rise over your skin.

“I don’t know what Arrowroot Powder is,” Jungkook said as he showed you a recipe for a dehydrated cheesy broccoli and rice camping meal. His palm moved softly over your back, and for a moment, you couldn’t read the words before you.

“It’s a starch. Like corn starch. You could probably substitute the two.”

“Is it better?”

“I think it’s gluten-free, so depends, I guess.”

“Alright, we’ll go look,” he said, pocketing the phone, then standing straight to keep moving - but not before he let his hand slip low and give your ass a quick squeeze. You jumped up straight, and shot him a “how dare you” but also a “do it again” kind of glare.

Each stop you made went something like that. He’d find some way to errantly touch you - like you were some couple trapped in a vomit-inducing honeymoon phase that meant you couldn’t go more than a few seconds without contact. But by the next aisle, you were well involved in the game, and even turning up the heat.

When he’d ask for your opinion on something, you’d step up beside him, stand just a little too close, or slip up in front of him - always making sure the rounds of your breasts or your ass “accidentally” brushed up against him. He’d return the “help” in kind, making sure his hand was tight on your hip as you stretched for something in the back of the shelf, or that his breath would warm the skin of your neck and ear when he asked you which brand you preferred. You appreciated the chilling warmth - the market was frigid after all, as the air conditioning battled the rising humidity outside.

Coffee was where things stepped up again. Your favourite brand had been sold out on the reachable tiers, and the rest of it was being held hostage on the highest overstock shelves, nearly out-of-reach for anyone without a step ladder. Determined to not bother a busy employee, you stretched yourself onto your tiptoes, then spun the canister in your fingers until it was close enough to the ledge for you to safely grab. Jungkook didn’t help you at all… he easily could have grabbed what you wanted - but he chose instead to just enjoy the show of your body long and lean as you strained to accomplish your goal.

“Ah ha!” you sung triumphantly as you flattened your feet and inspected the canister. Your victory was short lived. You grabbed the decaf. “Aw, damn!” you exclaimed as you looked back up and tried to find the right shade of red lid that indicated the real coffee.

You stood back up on your toes, holding a shelf in front of you for leverage, and stretched again to replaced the canister you had taken. Jungkook decided then that he had selfishly left you to your own devices for too long. He stepped up behind you, his hand again at your hip, the heat of your bodies warming the inches between your back and his chest, as his other arm stretched up to reach for the canister and push it back into place.

“I got it,” you turned your head to look back at him, giving him a both challenging and seductive quirk of your lips.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he said, his fingers tightening around your hip, and the strength in his arm now pushing you to turn around and properly face him. You did, letting him cage you in between his body and the shelves, your smiling lips just inches away from his, which he enticingly chewed on. “What can I help you with, Ma’am?”

His voice was all cock-tease and sin - not a gentleman to be found. Part of you wanted him to take you right there in public - but the other part was fucking loving the flirtatious back-and-forth, and the innocent touches with not so innocent intentions.

“I need the caffeinated one.”

He reached up and grabbed a blue canister with ease, his body leaning even closer to yours as he did.

“This one?” he showed you his prize, knowing full well that what he had was not what you wanted.

“That’s French Vanilla. I need Classic Roast.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, and even though he wasn’t really pressed against you, you swore his graveled noises were rumbling through your body as well. He replaced the vanilla, and reached for the hazelnut.

“No,” you said before he asked you, laughing slightly since you were aroused by this game.

“Picky,” he teased, then reached for another, which you also giggled away.

Then he got to the one you wanted, pulling it off the shelf while you shamelessly admired the way his forearm and bicep flexed when he executed the simple task.

“Nah, you don’t want this one,” he said suddenly, moving to put it back up again.

“No!” you shrieked, reaching up to snatch it from his hand - but he only held it higher - forcing your already too-close-for-public bodies to wedge together even more.

His grinning lips were so close to yours, and you half-heartedly fought his hold around your waist as you reached for the coffee outstretched in his arm.

“I’ll just put this back,” he said.

“No!” you giggled again, your hand on his shoulder only pulling him closer instead of leveraging you higher.

“You want this one?” he feigned ignorance.

“Yes,” you feigned a plea as he slowly dipped forward, making his way in for a kiss.

“You sure?” he crept another inch forward, and you began to melt into him.

“Uh huh,” you nodded - your lips now brushing over each other's as you did.

Then your lips met, as best they could through the blushing smiles cemented on both your faces. The kiss in theory was chaste and polite. In any other circumstances it would have been. But under the fluorescent lights of the busy store, surrounded by the murmurs of customers and the clanging of rolling shopping carts - your canoodling felt forbidden and dirty. But you let him kiss you anyway, making sure you kept tight control on exactly how your hands and body would react.

“Jungkook?” a man’s voice suddenly interrupted your kiss. You both looked towards the voice, and someone you hadn’t seen before was standing in front of you both with a shit-eating smile on his face.

“Hey, Abe,” Jungkook relaxed the moment he registered who he was looking at, stepping off of you and reaching over to shake the man’s hand. He then stepped back to your side, putting an arm casually around your shoulders. Abe had already caught you both making out in the grocery store, there was no need to be shy now. “This is Y/N.”

“Hi,” you waved awkwardly.

“Hey,” Abe smiled at you. He seemed more than friendly, and well amused by the situation he just witnessed. He looked back at Jungkook. “You still coming to Hyejin’s birthday?”

“Oh, uhhh,” you felt Jungkook tense beside you. “Fuck, man, I’m so sorry, I forgot. I got company this weekend. Can I send over a gift with you though?”

“Yeah, sure, but–”

Abe was interrupted as a woman with a shopping cart turned the corner and stepped up beside him. “Hey, hun,” Abe greeted her, and you put together that they were a couple.

“Jungkook!” the woman smiled in surprise, then noticed you underneath his arm. “Oh, hi! Sorry, I’m Hyejin,” she gave you a bright smile and stuck out a hand for you to shake.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you,” you tried your best to return her warmth.

“Jungkook can’t come tomorrow,” Abe told Hyejin. “He forgot all about you, babe,” he teased as he called Jungkook out.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook apologized. “I didn’t forget, just something came up last minute.”

Neither Hyejin or Abe seemed at all bothered by the news, but you felt the need to defend Jungkook regardless - especially since you were pretty sure you were the cause. “I think I’m the something,” you put your hand over your chest. “It’s my fault, I sort of forced myself upon him at the last minute.” You then looked up at Jungkook and shrugged, “You should go. I’ll be fine.”

“Just come,” Hyejin chimed in, looking at you again, then looking scoldingly at Jungkook as if he was some sort of culprit. “I don’t know why this idiot didn’t think of that already. It’s just dinner - are you afraid your friends are going to scare off your new girlfriend?”

Both you and Jungkook choked on your own throats. Abe’s eyes lit up like a paparazzi uncovering a scandal. “Ooo, babe,” he sang to his wife, his eyes flashing between you and Jungkook, “I think you said something you shouldn’t have.”

Hyejin slapped him across the chest and rolled her eyes. “Whatever, your friend, Jungkook. Bring your friend. We’ll play nice.”

Jungkook’s face melted into a soft chuckle. He looked at you searching for some sort of approval. You weren’t really able to give him an answer. These were his friends. This was his life. You were not his girlfriend. As much as a party and meeting new people sounded like fun, you were already beginning to sense more heartbreak for you coming over the horizon. You hadn’t been at Jungkook’s side for very long - in fact, it had barely been more than a day. But you quickly figured out that you liked being there. You liked his life, and yours was in tatters. You liked how easy your time together had been, and you were subconsciously crafting a fantasy of how easily you could fit into more of his world. Was it really wise to meet his wonderful friends and feed your delusion further?

Jungkook too seemed hesitant, but you watched as a resolution formed in his mind.

He looked back to Hyejin and Abe. “Yeah, we’ll be there,” he nodded.

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Jungkook was now winding you down another dirt road somewhere on the outskirts of town, enroute to that special place he had promised to show you. You had a cooler bag on your lap with a carton of caramel cookie dough ice cream inside, since he insisted if you bought cones they'd be melted before you got there. You understood now that he was right. It was at least another 15 minute drive, and the hot day was now stifling. You were smart to have grabbed a pair of cut-off shorts when you were shopping, you just wished you had the sense to put them on before you climbed into the truck. You figured you could strip right in the seat and change without any complaints from him, but the bags were under the cover in the truck bed. You had no choice but to sweat it out through your leggings.

"What are you gonna tell people?" you blurted out the question.

"What do you mean?"

"The party. Who are you gonna say that I am?"

He shrugged. "I don't need to say anything. It's none of their business."

"Will they ask?"

"I doubt it. They'll probably just assume you and I are new. They won't make a big deal."

"Okay," you nodded, although you sounded unconvinced.

"Are you worried or something? We don't have to go."

"No..." your voice trailed off in thought. "Ignore me, I'm just overthinking it. You're right, why would they care? People don't label things right away."

"I'm not gonna tell them why you came up here if that's what you're worried about. You and I are friendly, that's all they need to know."

“No. No, of course not,” you shook yourself. You couldn’t figure out exactly why you were feeling weird about being introduced to Jungkook’s friends as not his girlfriend. You wouldn’t know these people. They wouldn’t know what you had gone through, or that Jungkook was just apart of your revenge scheme. If anything, you should be happy. If you were back home, you’d be inundated with sympathetic smiles and unsolicited advice. Up here, you had the luxury of anonymity. You could be just you – no baggage. “But, please, don’t cancel anything else on my accord.”

“Okayyy,” Jungkook said slowly. “I’ll just take you with me, then.”

You turned your head sharply to look at him, and he gave you a wink.

“You might be disappointed, though,” he continued, turning the truck down an even smaller road that more resembled a path for four-runners. “I don’t have a ton of plans. I’ve been scaling back work so I can get ready to tour.”

“Ugh!” you sighed. “I envy your freedom, Jungkook. I wish I could just set my own schedule.”

“Yeah, not gonna lie, it’s pretty sweet,” he bragged. "You like your job? You're an accountant, right?"

It surprised you that he knew that, but then again, you had cyber stocked him before driving up to meet him. However, you also had the run down from Stephanie, which you assumed he never got one about you from her. "Is it weird if I say that I do?"

"No."

"Overall, yes. Maybe a little less so than before. I used to work for a small firm, so I had a lot of smaller clients. It kept things more interesting and personal."

"And now you bat for the bigwigs at Teller?"

You were definitely surprised he knew that.

"Yeah. There's more money in it and, you know, Chris and I wanted kids and a bigger house one day, so…” you trailed off, now feeling a touch resentful. You left a good job to take a great job so that you and Chris could plan a cushy future together. It’s not like you regretted your choice – and granted, had Chris not been in the picture you may have still taken the pay raise. But thinking about those long conversations you had with Chris, and coming to the conclusion together, as a team – it was all just a bitter memory now.

The truck came to a dead-end in a small clearing that resembled a cul-de-sac, tightly protected by dense trees – save for what appeared to be a walking path on the far side.

“Ugh, fuck that guy,” Jungkook huffed as he slowed the truck into some semblance of a parking space. “He’s an idiot. He had everything and fumbled it.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, feeling a little less chipper than before. You hadn’t been super bothered by the mention of Chris. You figured the reality of everything hadn’t quite settled in yet – that you were operating on some sort of autopilot. But now, it seemed to be catching up with you. You were starting to feel blue – and you hated that it was happening when you had Jungkook at your side.

The truck was now parked, but you just stared grimly out the window, not really registering what you were looking at. In fact, you hadn’t even noticed the truck had stopped moving.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Jungkook said softly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “It’s okay to be upset. It doesn’t… make you less strong or whatever you’re worried about. We can talk... if that’s what you need.”

You brought your fingers to your lips and began anxiously chewing on your nails. You were trying not to cry. You didn’t want to deal with how you were feeling, but it seemed like you couldn’t distract yourself.

“I’m just so… angry. I think? Hurt? I don’t know. I don’t know how to describe it.” Your eyes began to sting, and you started to blink rapidly to fight back tears.

Jungkook took the cooler from your lap and set it in the backseat.

His hand then came to rest over your shoulder, his thumb making consoling passes over your skin. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” he asked gently.

“I don’t know. That I need to start over. That I need to go back there, and face everyone. That this is going to affect me for the rest of my life. I shared lives with them. I don’t know how to move on with them not in it.”

“It sounds scary,” he agreed. “But you got this. They’re the ones who should be scared - because they lost you. But you… you’ll be fine.”

You turned to look at him, no longer embarrassed by the few small tears that had managed to escape. He moved his hand at your shoulder to brush one away, and your heart squeezed as he did. Amidst all the misery you had endured and were going to endure, you could at least see him as a silver lining in it all. If your coming together hadn’t been the result of such a fucked up situation, you would have easily by now propositioned him for more than just sex. Sometimes, when you meet someone, you just know. With him, you felt like you just knew you two could be more, and that you could be great. But you couldn’t trust those feelings. Not right now. Not when you were days out of an engagement, after a stab as degrading as infidelity, or a betrayal as violent as death. Right now, you were vulnerable and torn down. You couldn’t trust that you weren’t projecting your shit onto him. And you certainly didn’t know what he was feeling. You and him – you were about sex and revenge. He was there to make you feel something other than feeling like you were nothing…

You turned your body towards him, leaning over the console, and kneeling on your seat so you could hover over him. You grabbed his chin as you pulled your mouths together. He accepted your kiss without protest, letting his hands trail lazily over your sides. His lips parted, as he took in a tiny inhale, and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. You kissed him slow and languid, savouring the heat of his mouth, the wet sounds of your tongues tangling, and the small groan that began to vibrate deep in his chest. It was just the drug you needed. He was the drug you needed to forget about your sorrows. The more you were with him like this, the easier it would be to forget that Chris and Stephanie had hurt you.

You cupped his face in both hands, deepening the kiss, and he responded by deepening his fingers into your fleshy sides. You sucked on his lower lip, then bit down on it, pulling tantalizingly at the lush, elastic curve, before you released it. He tilted his chin, his mouth begging you for more – but you wanted more than just his kisses.

“Can you make me feel good?” you whispered against his lips.

“Anything, baby,” he graveled, and your spine twisted when the pet name rolled off his tongue. He moved to sit up straighter, and you moved with him, kneeling back in your seat while he spun himself to face you. You instantly hated the center console. It was bulky and in the way and made the distance between you too far. You were a bit of a stranger to fooling around in trucks, and you wondered how it would work with a giant obstacle in your way. Jungkook, however, was either very well-versed in truck fuckery, or he was just good at thinking on his feet. With the press of a button, click, and a pull, he had the console in an upward position, and out of the fucking way.

“Come here,” he nodded to his lap. You turned, swinging your feet into the gaping space between the seats that the console once hovered over. Although it would have been a tight squeeze, your initial thought was to straddle his hips. But he smoothed his hand over your waist, guiding you to twist yourself to sit comfortably on his lap, with your back leaned against the door.

“Now,” he spoke confidently as his palm dropped to your knee and dusted up your thigh. “I noticed in the store that you have this very pretty little thing on,” he mused as his hand slipped under your tank and revealed the lingerie you had put on that morning. Your wedding lingerie… fucking Chris and Stephanie again – this was off to a bad start.

“I got it for my honeymoon,” you said, trying hard to not let him hear the pain in your voice.

“Hmm,” he nodded, but still carefully studied the delicate lace and ribbon with his eyes and his fingers. “So… you mean I get to see what he never got to see?” his eyes rolled up to meet yours. There was something possessive, and sexy, and dark in the way he said it, and in the way he looked at you.

You swallowed, feeling a little less upset about the adjacency Chris had to what was happening in the truck.

“Yeah. You do.”

“Hmm, his index finger began to trail up and down the centre of your belly, drawing a little lower each time, tickling the fabric that covered your mound. “So… I get to fuck you in this… not him?”

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of energy begin to pump through your system. “Yeah. I suppose you do.” You could see it in your mind now – the ribbons pulled and disheveled, your tits spilling out over the cups, the panties ripped to shreds, while Jungkook’s sweat and cum decorated the remaining fabric. Inspired by the image, you grabbed a hold of your tank, and pulled it off your body – tossing it onto the dash and leaning back so Jungkook could get a good view of it.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. Then he slipped his hand down the front of your leggings, and your pussy clenched as he palmed your core. He ran his hand enticingly over the lace, letting his fingers travel the length of the fabric, gauging where your seam was, where your clit was, and tracing the lines where the hem exposed your moistening lips. “I could make a really pretty mess of this thing. You want me to?”

You bit harder on your lip, and nodded frantically. “Yes,” you huffed. You liked this idea very much. It felt like… an offense to your engagement; an afront to Chris. To have a beautiful piece of art decorating your body, something that was supposed to be meaningful and special, and treated with care and love – only to be debased and stained in the red pick-up truck parked in the middle of fucking nowhere by cheap, hot primal sex.

Jungkook’s fingers moved further south, his hand digging deep into your pants, as he search the area for where he might find your hole.

“What’s these?” he asked when he felt the flap where the clasps held the panty portion together.

“Clips. You undo them so I can still wear this.”

“Alright,” he said. He didn’t wink, per se, but he might as well have. You sensed something brewing in him.

You figured he just undo the clips – but instead, he took the fabric in a fist – then he pulled. You gasped as you felt the back piece squeeze and cut itself between your ass cheeks, and as more of the lace tightened through your folds and over your clit. It was that odd pain pleasure you had experience with Jungkook yesterday – and you were pleased to be experiencing it again. The clips gave way with a heavy snap. You didn’t need to see them to know they were severely bent out of shape.

Jungkook flipped the remains out of the way, and began stroking the length of your pussy raw, slithering his middle finger through your seam, pulling tight over the hood that guarded your clit, and teasing your entrance with shallow presses.

He tilted his face, pressing his lips over your arm just below the shoulder. “I want you to do something for me first, baby,” he said against your skin.

“What?”

“I want you to teach me how you touch yourself.”

“You’re doing fine,” you almost rolled your eyes.

“Show me, Y/N,” he removed himself from your pants, then found your hand and covered it with his. He then guided you both back under your leggings. He first directed you to stroke yourself long and soft, and it felt weird and wonderful to have his fingertips interlaced with yours, as they tickled and teased nerves and slickened skin. “Do you do this?”

“Yeah,” you closed your eyes as he did it again. “I like it harder on the down stroke,” you surprised yourself when you admitted it.

“Show me,” he whispered into your ear.

“Like this… ugh!” you bent your head backward as you demonstrated on yourself, and you felt a buzzing fire along your labia. You did it again, pressing firm as your fingers slipped south through your slickened slit, and then you pulled them back north, kneading the sensitive space around your clit – bringing the bud to stiff attention. Jungkook let you guide the way, but his hand was always over yours, his fingers were always there, stroking you along with your own.

“How do you like to touch your clit?” he asked.

“Mmm,” you didn’t tell him this time. You just showed him. You circled the bud with firm gentility, testing it’s sensitivity at first so you could gauge how much pressure you wanted. “When I want to take my time…” you continued your circling, letting Jungkook’s fingers slip between yours so he could touch you too. “Like this.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, as he took a little more of the reigns.

“Mm hm,” you hummed, as you felt your hips wanting to start waving and bucking. “But when I want to come fast… I do it side-to-side.”

“Show me.”

You wrestled your hand out from under his, then took his place – covering his knuckles with your palm, and curving your fingers over his digit to show him how to do it right. You pressed his two most dexterous fingers over your clit, pushing the bud hard to the left – then you curved the digits tight, dragging the bud now firm to the right.

“But faster… and harder…” you tried to guide him, but it was difficult when ten fingers were involved.

“Can I try?” he inquired.

“Fuck yes, you can,” you almost cried in relief.

He started off with a nice, firm pressure, and a delicately paced rhythm. It wasn’t what you did when you were alone – but… when you were alone was a different story. Being touch by someone else, being touched the right way was just unequivocally more intense. He didn’t need to rub you raw to make you come - he just needed to keep his hands on you.

Your hips began to wave over his lap and into his motions, and you could feel his cock beginning to stiffen beneath your ass. You began to salivate at the idea of it, and what you would do with it if it was sprung free.

“Oh, God, Jungkook,” you keened when he abandoned your strategy, and began to knead his way through your slit, perfectly mimicking the way you had shown him too. He was a fast learner.

You wrapped one arm behind his shoulders, and twisted your fingers in the far sleeve of his shirt – needing something stable to hold onto, as your body tried to writhe itself off his lap.

“Oh, fucckkk!” you buried your face into his neck as he began to rub your clit again, but now more violently, and much more like the way you did when you were alone with only 3 minutes to spare. Your thighs tried to squeeze together – but Jungkook spread you back open, grabbing the limb closest to his body, and guiding its foot to rest on the seat across from you.

Your orgasm was beginning to swell inside you, as little bricks of pleasure began to stack on top of one another, becoming more and more unstable the higher they grew, threatening to tumble unexpectedly like a Jenga tower.

“You wanna come, Y/N?” Jungkook’s breath fanned over your neck. Your forehead was pressed somewhere into the side of his head, and both your hands were twisted tightly into his shirt.

“Yes,” you whimpered, but were then surprised when his movements came to a near halt.

“But you were a bad girl this morning, Y/N. I don’t think you deserve to come.”

That got your attention.

“What?” you sharply pulled your face out of his neck and looked down at him in astonishment.

He withdrew his hand from your pants and brought his soaked fingers to his lips. In a long, deliberate, and sensual motion, he sunk his fingers and all your juices into his mouth, then pulled, lapping up every inch he could taste.

You swallowed, feeling a new collection of juices pooling between your legs. The way he sucked on you, even when he wasn’t sucking on you… it was sexy, and possessive, and made you feel incredibly desired. Especially when he moaned like he had just taken a bite out of a Michelin-rated meal.

“That was a dirty little trick you pulled with the bill,” he spoke, shattering the trance you were in.

Oh… that… you remembered. This was his "gotcha" for you beating him at brunch.

You weren’t quite sure how to proceed. He did promise to pay you back for your little foot stroke shenanigans, but you weren’t ready to collect just yet. You wanted to come, and by the stiffy currently teasing your ass, he wanted to come too.

You licked your lips and looked down at him with patronizing arrogance. “You snooze you lose,” you said, as you moved to slip your hands back down your pants, intending to fuck yourself into an orgasm, or at least until he gave up and decided to join you.

Before you could breach the waistband, Jungkook grabbed roughly at your wrist, jerking your hand away from its destination. With an even more arrogant cock of his eyebrow, he said, “If you cheat, you don’t come. Not without a good spanking first."

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The air is different...

All my thoughts and ramblings have been piling up. I have had to resort to just jotting down notes. Some stuff is already outdated because: already resolved or already happened. Time is moving swiftly yet at a snail’s pace. 2025 is still an eternity away. Yet...

I was talking to my friend the other day and I remarked “it’s like there's been this paradigm shift since (Jin enlisted)... Jin is handling weapons on the daily, Jimin is blonde again, JK is too skinny, Tae eating Mexican food, we're speculating about Yoongi driving military generals around like some sort of movie plot (because we were)... it's like an alternate universe or something.

In this au fic, Jin becomes a sniper on special ops teams. Except during a mission he gives away his position when he starts laughing his windshield wiper laugh. Or better yet, he uses his windshield wiper laugh as an audible secret signal to his fellow green berets...the enemy never suspects... 

Once Jimin enlists, he becomes South Korea’s own version of Mata Hari, exotic dancer turned spy and infiltrates North Korea and returns with the news that their ramyeon sucks. My god, they don’t even put eggs in it. And as I said, Yoongi ends up driving military generals around. Strangely, he’s the chauffeur that won’t shut up and gives them a more simplified and rational viewpoint of how ridiculous this all is. They actually listen. He is also in high demand making individual regiment OSTs. You know, the things they chant while they are doing marching drills...there she was just a walkin’ down the street singing do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do... 

Anyway. Humor is a coping mechanism and last couple days have been very emotional. Someone please write that fanfic asap.

Let’s talk about Slender Jungkook... He’s turned into some sort of mysterious Slenderman of BTS. This gluten-free-meat-restaurant-protein-heavy diet has made him a lean mean bunny. It’s sort of startling to see slim JK juxtaposed next to the others. Especially Jimin who appears to be getting bulkier. Kookie is not filling out his puffer jackets and baggy pants...or even slim pants, as much as he used to. 

Okay, here’s the deal, I understand there is content in the bank supposedly to last us until 2025... we’ll see... but I already know I am not buying Legos, special coins or Korean postage stamps. Those don’t count as content or merch. Just sayin’. I know they tried to tempt us with Cookie Kingdom nonsense but that was a washout for me.

What we did get: Indigo merch... we got Jack in the Box merch, we got Wootteo and The Astronaut merch... you know what that means? We will be getting merch for Jimin’s album... and everyone else’s as well. Jimin, if you’re reading this, I will pay money for a nice flowy robe-like garment that screams “Jimin would wear this while lounging on his couch wearing nothing else.” And jewelry, hell yes. Give me some dangly earrings that Jimin designed please. If he comes out with some sort of leather merch, the implications...(closes the door on my imagination before things get out of hand, so to speak.) 

Jimin... I beg of you, please design a robe like this:

The thought of stuffed animals and pillow cases as his merch... I hope not. 

I know this was days/weeks ago but WTF Yoongi? He is channeling 19th century rakish scoundrel here.

And Tae’s fo-fo and how he’s definitely catering to the wimmins. Swooning could be heard across the planet when his fo-fo hit the internet. I saw someone say Tae was not channeling Darcy, he was more of a Willoughby. If you know, you know I guess. What got me was the horse... the ultimate phallic symbol.

Now Taeyang having Jimin feature on a song for his upcoming album. I don’t know BigBang except for some negative things I’ve read. I do know who G-Dragon is. He supposedly has an apartment in the same complex with Joon and Jimin? I might be wrong about that. So we supposedly get to hear Jimin on Taeyang’s song in January. I’ll take anything. We’re desperate here. 

I know this post was all over the place but that’s how I’ve been this last week or two. This time of the year also does not offer any calm respite either. 

We have even more changes coming. The air is already different with our Jinnie’s military service started. The past was honestly the best, but we need to look to the future, to their future when they return to us in 2025. They will be different. We will be different. Hobi, Jin and Joon have shown us artistically how much they’ve grown this year. We supposedly still have four more artistic efforts coming before the end of 2023. And we have six more enlistment days coming.

My feelings are still raw. I know they were all emotional but my heart is still aching. I have no better words to say about being able to see all of this unfold in front of my eyes than I’m grateful to be part of it, even with how intensely emotional it is. 

#slenderman JK #jimin #jungkook #jin #taehyung #yoongi

[kanmom51]

Hi there, Do you think/know does Korea sell gluten -free ramen? If doesn't i'll have to send Jungkook a few packages. We got those here. Miss Jikook so much, hope we see Jikooking in Busan consert. Have a nice rest of the year and thank you❤️

I truly have no idea.

I guess I'll have to go visit and see, right?  😂 

In the meantime, he has a gatekeeper watching over him not to eat ramen even if he really really wants some.

And he also makes said gatekeeper pay for it. Big time.

You and me both.

Can't wait for the concert. Can't wait to see them. See them perform live again. See them interact, be happy, go crazy.

But first, tomorrow we have the TMA's (FACT Awards). Back to the days of the award shows? TMA's 2019 and 2020 did give us some lovely Jikook moments. Let's hope we will get some of those tomorrow too. But even if there is nothing big, just getting to see them finally will make me happy.

Have a great year too (well, it's almost over).  💜💜 💜

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #No ramen for JK

[jikookuntold]

https://mobile.twitter.com/JungkookAsia__/status/1574228284371439617

Jimin and Jungkook going on dates separately for 96883782th time now. But as usual Jikookers will come with explanation: they don't need to be together 24*7, couple also needs alone time bla bla bla.

Yes loves every couple need their own time BUT what if that's only happening now ? Most of the time they are busy working, other times they are seen in restaurants and concerts alone or with other people. I wonder which healthy couple don't spend time at all with Significant others lol. Just accept they don't hangout any more other than during OT7 schedules which happens rarely anyways.

Anon, you not only can't understand the concept of "date" but also have no perception of "time". Do you think the members only exist when we see them, and time freezes for them when we are not getting any update from them? That's not how things work lol. You need to get out of this parasocial relationship with the members and stop projecting your anger from Jikook, on Jikookers. Going out alone or with friends once in a whole month doesn't mean that you have been separated from your partner. Eating dinner at a restaurant takes two or three hours at most, but a month is 720 hours long. You still have 717 hours left to spend in many different ways with things like working, sleeping, working out, attending concerts, gaming, having fun, and spending some quality time with your significant other which can be 100% private. Okay. Let's review JK's "dates" this year. In the nine months that have passed from the year 2022, JK has visited barbecue restaurants 7 or 8 times, this number might not be precise because I haven't counted. The first time was with Jimin on White Day (March), the second, again was with Jimin in Las Vegas (April), and one time he had a gathering with his 97liner friends in August (Jimin couldn't be there because he has born in the wrong year lol). On the rest of his dates (four or five times in combine), JK either was alone or with family members or non-celebrity friends. Fun fact: most of these "alone dates" (at least three times) happened during the two weeks that Jimin was in LA. Interesting, isn't it? Jimin also had three or four dinners alone or with friends in barbecue restaurants (I believe JK goes out more for barbecues because of his recently diagnosed food allergy and gluten-free diet). Another fun fact about these dates is that every single time both Jimin and JK left autographs for the restaurant, except that one time they were together on White Day. Now do the math. LV barbecue restaurant also didn't post any autographs but the staff couldn't shut up about Jikook dining there. lol Going out for food is no big deal, anyone, single or taken can do it alone or with friends or family members, and it doesn't determine the relationship status of the person. But going out on specific dates like Valentine's day, birthdays, and anniversaries is meaningful. We were just lucky for that leaked photo of Jikook and their friend on White Day, otherwise, how were we supposed to know about it? I remember how my Taekooker "friend" who lives in SK was crying that day because she knew it was a romantic holiday in that country, and Jikook being seen together was an end for her ship. Now you can go cry about it too, lol Nice try, Anon. I'm not going to promote your (or your besties) blog, and I'm not interested in your Anti-Jikook POV. You better stay in that echo chamber yourself and stay away from Jikook blogs. No one is interested in converting you. Have fun.

[darkestcorners]

i guess polarity MC joining the nunnery is no longer an option now 🥲🫠 but it would have been funny to see jk join the priesthood LMAO

LMAOO

I guess she no longer can 🤧 unless she somehow decides to search for a random church to join haha

Priest Jungkook would be real interesting im just imagining him standing at the altar trying to give mass with the MC standing to the side with the platter of gluten free communion bread.

#asks #anon #polarity #priest Jk is back

[1998-lbs]

Making this post to pin on my blog📌

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This is my only outlet. I don’t wish this illness on anyone and I fully support and encourage recovery!!

Used to be 1998lbs but I got ✨tㅌrm1んat3d✨ after 5 years 😭

24 y/o, she/her

Height: 5’3

HW: 185 (2023)

LW: 141 (2018)

CW: 183 🔑

GW1: 175 🔒

GW2: 165 🔒

GW3: 154 🔒

GW4: 148 🔒

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GW6: 138 🔒

✨UGW: 130 🔒

I just want to look tight and toned. But also t¡ny. I swing violently between healthy choices and r35trict¡0n.

About me:

💊 I was recovered for a while, but my long journey to find the right antidepressants lead me to g4in like 30 p•unds so here I am. Dis•rdered but generally not depressed anymore— an unusual combo but nevertheless I exist 🤷🏻‍♀️ I still have anxiety though. Better than it used to be, but not all gone. I self medicate her by occasionally vaping the devil’s lettuce 🍃

🌾 I’m gluten-free and dairy-free! Celiac disease runs in my family but I’m just gluten intolerant, not celiac. As for milk, I tried all the lactose free stuff and was still getting sick so I just avoid dairy entirely. I’ve been this way for about 10 years now so it’s totally normal for me.

💿 I’m a casual kpop fan since 2011 and former diehard ARMY. Stanned BTS from 2015 to 2019 and I still randomly have dreams about meeting/being friends with Jungkook lmao. I listen to almost all the newest kpop releases but I rarely know group members by name.

✈️ I’ve been studying Japanese on and off for a long time. Someday I want to visit Japan and Korea and shop for clothes, but rn I’m broke and ✨not sk1んny enough✨ Oh and I’m not fluent yet. I think I'm somewhere between N4 and N3. I keep telling myself I’ll start learning Korean once I’m fluent in spoken Japanese but I keep slacking 🤦🏻‍♀️

💋 I have a boyfriend of nearly 4 years, but I wouldn’t call myself entirely straight. Labels are tough but I guess I lean bi?? Never dated a girl but if things flop with my current partner I think I’d be open to trying it bc women are immaculate 🔥 and men usually piss me off 🙄 current bf included 🤦🏻‍♀️

💬 I am majorly socially awkward and suck at keeping in touch with anyone. I don’t have many friends irl. Just know that if you message me I will be really excited and will really appreciate it but I might not answer you 😅 I just never know what to say; it’s really hard. I also have ADHD and might straight up forget to reply. I don’t mean to. I want friends. It’s just hard for me 🥺 so I’m sorry in advance. 💜

[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. 8

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: swearing

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 2200

links: prev. | next  [masterlist]

note: lower case letters intended

chapter summary: maybe there are too many red flags to ingore.

“what do you mean the menu changed?”, you hiss into the receiver, not caring how your colleague aches an eyebrow at your harsh tone.

“mr. jeon’s assistant called yesterday and demanded the gluten free pasta to be added instead of the duchess potatoes.” your caterer sounds as lost as you feel.

“but… the duchess is gluten free – now there’ll be a double pasta dish for entrée and sides”, you explain to the person who professionally cooks. never would you have imagined you’d be this upset about a vegetable.

“i’m doing what mr. jeon wants, ms. _____. my apologies.” yeah well, jungkook doesn’t know what he wants. his cold shoulder equals an iced crystal – your best friend has been mute even after getting back from his business trip. all the information you need as his unofficial wedding planner are thrown at you from different partners – like the caterer today or the florist last monday.

it’s seems like jungkook really wants to sabotage his own wedding to win this fight between the two of you. until now you’ve let him throw his childish temper tantrum, passively accommodating his changed decisions. but you’re drawing the line at the duchess potato.

“very well”, you say to the caterer. “i know you’re just doing your job – sorry for being rude. i can’t wait to taste… the gluten free pasta.”

the chef on the other end chuckles at your faked enthusiasm and you soon join.

“will you be there for the cocktail testing?”, he asks and you rummage through your desk, finding your planner in milliseconds.

“of course, it’s still on saturday?”, you ask, not trusting jungkook to change dates just to mess with your schedule.

after confirming the date, the two of you hang up and you start to pack up for the day. you’ll do the log entries for your students from home.

“everything okay, ___?”, your coworker jisoo questions, seeing you leave earlier than normal.

“yeah, don’t worry. i just… forgot an appointment. see you tomorrow”, you answer absently taking your prepacked lunch from the community fridge to eat later.

after taking two different trains and one bus, your self-made hummus is looking more like vomit than food as you stand in front of jungkook’s office building. but with your stomach in knots, you lose all appetite.

“miss ______, what a lovely surprise!”, the doorman greets you with an honest smile on his face. normally jungkook would send one of his town cars to collect you for your weekly lunch. to see you getting out of a bus worries the employee.

“how is the family, hanseo?”, you ask and answer his smile with one of your own.

“all well and healthy, miss! mr. jeon just got back from his meeting”, he informs you warmly and you bow in thanks.

with swift steps you move to the elevator, ready to make jungkook listen. arriving at the final floor, you greet his secretary with a short hug, your eyes already set on his closed door.

“may i go in?”, you ask mrs. yang – not really up to date on jungkook’s schedule. her knowing eyes stare right through your question.

“he’s all yours for the next hour; i’ll hold all phone calls.” you nod silently grateful for her discretion.

two loud knocks are the only forewarning jungkook gets before you barge into his office. your best friend sits at his desk, the top buttons of his shirt undone. his neatly styled hair and the reading glasses tell you that the last few hours were full of business decisions and negotiations.

his tired eyes look at you in surprise, before they cloud over with indifference.

“_____”

no ‘hey, how’ve you been the last week?’, no ‘did you manage to grab the credit card i forgot at the restaurant i stormed out of?’, no ‘i’m sorry, i canceled your favorite potato dish’.

“jungkook”, you greet him and hate yourself for how soft your voice sounds. your feet won’t allow you to move further into the room as your body stands still right next to the closing door.

a hefty silence sets around you, while the two of you muster the other. you notice the bags under his eyes – even with the expensive concealer covering the dark rings.

“_____”, your best friend says again, uncomfortable with the tension in his office.

“jungkook”, you answer, mimicking his tactic.

two estranged friends smile timidly at each other, before the CEO gets up from his seat and closes the distance. in front of you, he hesitates for a breath, but then you are in his arms. your winter coat and heavy bag create a barrier which jungkook crushes easily. he presses your body close to his chest, the suit jacket tightening around his shoulder blades.

you embrace him back, just as fiercely, and inhale his musky scent. he smells like love and you feel your eyes water.

“you’re a jerk”, you whisper against his neck, not ready to let go, but willing to work through your anger. the former idol huffs and buries his nose deeper in your hair. you can feel his breathe against your scalp and thank the lord with a silent prayer for taking a shower this morning.

“i know”, jungkook admits as he manages to squeeze you tighter at the same time.

“you’re a child”, you continue while drawing soft patterns across his shoulder blades with your fingertips.

“i know”

another silence follow – but it’s one without anger. it feels like going on vacation. nevertheless, problems need to be face, you’ve learned that from your shrink. so, with a heavy heart, you lose your embrace and try to step away from your best friend. after reluctantly holding on to you, he huffs and lets you go.

“have you eaten?”

“jungkook, we need to talk about this”, you tell him while the both of you sit on the leather couch. you have to suppress the impulse to take off your shoes, an old habit after the long nights spent in his office.

“when did you eat lunch, ____?”, he asks again and loses his suit jacket. the white button up shirt underneath looks a size too small, which troubles your heart greatly. jungkook doesn’t seem to notice, his focus remains on your eating habits.

“jungkook, i’ll eat later, promise”, you deflect and pat your bag with the hummus vegetable stew in it. your best friend doesn’t seem impressed.

“you’re upset because i haven’t told you about a close friend of mine”, you start, only to see him grimace at your wording.

“for five months”, he specifies.

“it never came up in conversation, jungkook. you… you don’t know all details of my life”, you justify yourself while mentally bowing at your backbone.

“yesterday, your mother invited me to their vow renewal, i can open a whole art gallery with your food pictures and i helped you plan a funeral for your living room plant last month”, jungkook replies astonished. “i even held the eulogy.”

yeah, fair, you’ll never forget seokjin’s oscar worthy crying scene in front of the calathea. even jimin was impressed.

“but you can’t introduce me to the guy accompanying you to my wedding?” there is a thick, and reasonable, accusation behind his words. you feel your hands sweat as you look at the tired eyes of your best friend.

“i’m afraid you won’t like him”, you offer. it’s the most logical explanation you could come up with after your phone call with taehyung. when truthfully, you are more afraid of the person yoongi will see in you face-to-face with jungkook.

but your best friend seems to buy your white lie. his face softens as he rests one hand on your knee.

“_____”, jungkook starts, “every friend of yours is a friend of mine.” you snort right into his words, not believing him for a second.

“you put my last boyfriend into jail.” the answering chuckle from him does not sound one bit apologetic.

“he was trash.” you know he’s right, still, his distrust was there before it turned out that your ex-boyfriend committed tax fraud.

“what about jisoo?”, you ask. “you’ve never warmed up to her.”

jungkook looks like he just swallowed something bitter at the name of your coworker.

“she hit on me.” his reveal shocks you.

“but she has a fiancé!”, you exclaim, only to see him roll his eyes.

“she hit on me”, he repeats unforgiving.

just… great.

“yoongi is different”, you say softly, not ready to reflect on jisoo’s audacity. it’s quite common for others to hit on jeon jungkook – he’s famous after all. but your own friend?

“let me be the judge”, jungkook demands equally soft and squeezes your knee.

“i’m not asking for your judgement, kookie”, you huff. you don’t need his approval. and yoongi sure as hell doesn’t want it.

“but”, you start again, “i think it’ll be best if you got to know him before the wedding.” you’ve thought about this a lot. it seems like the best course of action. even if you can’t picture yoongi and jungkook in the same room.

“he isn’t invited to the wedding”, your best friend scowls like a child. now you push his hand from your knee, irritated by his actions.

“he is”, you press, not willing to back down. jungkook’s eyes flash in anger.

“you can go with taehyung. he still has to make amends for fucking the DJs”, the CEO offers businesslike and moves up from the couch, like he just singlehandedly solved the problem.

“i don’t need a pity partner, jeon. i – there is a person who actually wants to go with me to your wedding”, you bite back. sure, you had to beg yoongi, but you won’t disclose that now. you’ve seen his gummy smile last week as he tried on expensive suits. he looked way too happy and handsome.

your best friend pushes some documents around his desk, deep in thoughts.

“as my best man you won’t have much time to be with him during the wedding. he will be alone in the midst of strangers. it’ll make him uncomfortable”, he tries to reason. you can’t help but roll your eyes – yoongi’s whole job description is to talk to strangers and make them feel safe. but wait…

“i’m not your best man, jungkook.” you’ve scheduled the event. seokjin’s best man speech comes right before the main course. you even sent the man some keynotes, with topics not to add to his roast.

“you got upgraded”, jungkook states with a shrug. no, no, no, no, no.

“you’ll have to rearrange the seating chart – the place next to my parents’ is now yours.”

“jungkook”, you breathe, astonished by his thoughts, “i’m not your best man.”

he tenses at your refusal, but won’t admit defeat too soon.

“you’re my best friend, so you should be my best man as well”, he says like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“she was against it at first – some bullshit about gender norms and how the photos will look. but, ____, not talking to you for this long made me realize, that you are way more important than seokjin.”

you can see the red flags wave behind jungkook as you feel your heart quicken at his words.

“jungkook” no longer is your voice angry. the sadness in your tone makes jungkook flinch while looking at you from across the room.

“we’ve both created very – very idolized versions of one another”, you start to explain. “maybe you think of me as important – but jungkook, there is so much we haven’t shared with each other.”

he shakes his head, willing to interrupt, but you hold your hands up in warning.

“jungkook, i lo- i like being with you a lot these last few years. but there are parts of you i’ve never met. i never shared your trainee days with you, the hardship, the success. i was only an unknown fan cheering your band on from afar.”

you take a deep breath. “but even now, you still surprise me with new sides of yourself. leaving me on an island? disinviting my plus one? that’s not the jungkook i know. and that’s sure as hell not someone i want to toast to.”

your best friend looks like you’ve just broken something dear to him and you can feel the defeat in your bones.

“seokjin is your best man, jungkook”, you end and smile at the CEO who won’t look at you anymore. before you can move closer to him, the door opens.

“mr. jeon, your next appointment is waiting.” mrs. yang sounds apologetic and looks uncomfortable between the two of you – so far apart.

jungkook nods at his secretary and she closes the door, leaving you to finish the train wreck of a conversation.

“are we no longer best friends, ____?”, he whispers as he logs into his computer. his posture screams dismissal, but you can see how tensed his shoulders are and how hard is mind is working.

you have to suppress the coo on the tip of your tongue.

“jungkook – you are my best friend. you are a person of the utmost importance to me.”

“you still like me?” i love you, you fool.

“i still like you way too much for my own good.”

he nods silently and you can see the tiniest smile spreading across his lips.

you leave without goodbye, only to feel your phone vibrating in your pocket while the elevator rushes to the lobby.

bring your plus one to this week’s movie night.

before you can send a smiley face in responds, an email form the caterer pops up.

subject: duchess potatoes are back.

_____

happy new year! i hope you all have a healthy and kind 2021! let’s make life better by wearing our masks, helping others in need and supporting those who experienced hardship during this tiering time!

i know i promised yoongi/jungkook cat fight – but the chapter got so ugly that i squeezed in this scene of reader und kookie talking about this mess. so that yoongs won’t bleed during game night.

i’d love to hear from you all, it’s been really silent in my virtual life…

all the best and the warmest of hugs from, dana

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#btswriterscollective #bangtanuniversity #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #idol!jungkook #ceo!jungkook #bts x reader #bts angst #bts scenarios

[hollyhomburg]

ok i know the slowness of slow burns can be frustrating but Li, pleeeeease give use all the fluff you have in that amazing little brain of yours! with the amount of angst in bily, the fluff is just that much sweeter! plus i’m in love with all of the characters you’ve created and would read them doing the most mundane things and still be happy. i love them and i’m making greedy little grabby hands at the prospective of more fluff 🤏🤏🥺

ok! gonna give you all the fluff then <3 maybe I'll even give you a little snippet of the next chapter:

Chapter 9 snippet:

You sandwich Jungkook in the center of you, it's the closest you've ever been to Jungkook and somehow, you didn't expect him to be so so warm. His body flaring with heat, muscles that are overworked and struggling to build new bonds, burning the food you've put in his stomach.

You’ve learned that Jungkook has a very specific diet- you'll have to find some way to make your recipes sugar-free and gluten-free. There is one- that Seokjin slid into the pocket of your book when you weren't looking, a little note peppered with hearts tacked to the recipe for chocolate chip cookies. Seokjin even wrote it’s got 'Kookie approved' scrawled in the corner with a bunch of small hearts.

#bily #before i leave you

[newkindofjikookficrec]

Pencils, Paints, and Maybe a Date by saraileeb1

Summary: Park Jimin teaches a group of kindergarteners, and he loves his job more then anything. Until he realizes his kids love a Jeon Jungkook more than him.

Maybe if he he learns more about why they like him he might grow to like the gluten-free, bunny looking, counselor too...

PENCILS PAINTS AND MAYBE A DATE

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 fic #jikook fanfic #kookmin fanfic #jimin #jungkook

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 10

Previous: Searching for Seokjin Pt. 2

Pairings: Light Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Government Agent AU, Slice of Life

Ratings: PG13

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: She finds Taehyung at the local dog park, an unfamiliar face by his side. 

Tailing Taehyung

Present Day

          I’ll be honest, this is my favorite part of the job. Music low, tinted windows, unmarked baseball cap adorning my head, GPS tracking my every move so I can retrace my steps. I’ve already downed a grande latte, two bagels and a family sized bag of sour skittles. But it’s the quiet waiting, the planning of every move, the sleuthing and interpreting, anticipating another person’s every move.

         Kim Seokjin is predictable. He gets up, goes to work, comes home. There’s no romantic partner, no gym time, nothing. His office building, non-descript, standard skyscraper. It’s painful how predictable he is. Which is why after three days, I begin to search for another name on Euna’s list. Kim Taehyung.

         He’s easier to track, beloved librarian, he works at the downtown branch where he packs the house for his weekly story hour. Costumes, characters, voices, he commands the room, never demanding adoration because it’s so freely given. His name at the Library, though, is not Kim Taehyung, but Jung Taehyung, as if he got married and changed his name without telling anyone. My only indication that they’re the same person are photos from Euna.

         Tailing Taehyung is thrilling. He’s going to book launches, gallery openings, museum exhibits, clubbing, and on a few nights, stays late to close the library. Those are my favorite, he puts headphones on and dances around the library, re-shelving children’s books and shaking his ass. He lives across town from Seokjin, in a quaint house with a green door. He seems to have an abundance of friends, rarely goes out with the same people twice in one week. No partner on record, no flirting or taking someone home with him. He does have a dog, something he must’ve picked up after leaving the Lee’s.

         Picking up Johnson from my sister’s house, I park near the dog park by Taehyung’s house, a frequent weekend spot. He might go to different clubs every Thursday or try a new restaurant with a pair of gentlemen, but he goes to the same dog park on both Saturday and Sunday, then to the coffee shop on the corner, where he tries a new drink on Saturday. If he likes the drink, he gets it again on Sunday, but if he hates it, he picks something new. He never orders coffee, only tea and juice concoctions. How he exists, with all that energy, and no coffee, I will never understand.

         Another thing I will never understand is Johnson. A golden doodle with a slight limp, she’s both deeply loving and simultaneously polarizing. She runs hot and cold, licking you one minute, growling the next. There’s no reason for her split personality, her ability to turn on a dime, but I’d like to think Johnson is struggling with her identity and would really benefit from therapy. At two years old, still fully a puppy, she has gone to obedience school three times, and is only truly unkept when forced to be with humans for too long. The dog park is her happy place. She loves running around, sniffing everything, frolicking in the grass, no leash, totally free.

         What a blessing to borrow my sisters fur baby to ensnare Kim Taehyung.

         Maisy pulls me towards the dog park, excitement coursing through her body. It takes everything in me to not drop the leash and let her go, but she has a high chance of running into traffic and her death cannot be on my conscience. Within moments of stepping into the park, I spot Taehyung and his little pup. A black and gold Pomeranian, he weighs the same as Johnson’s front paws. Taehyung stands, sunglasses on, black hair parted slightly to reveal his honeyed forehead. He looks too cool for school, and I’d believe he was, if he wasn’t laughing energetically at the man to his right. The man is familiar, one of the usual men he tries a new restaurant with every Tuesday.

         Setting Maisy free, I move around the park, monitoring her, hoping she’ll land exactly where I want her to.

         The initial contact with a mark, or suspect, is the most precarious. I can’t come on too strong, can’t give too much away or seem too eager. I have to have every moment planned in order to get the information I need. In this case, it’s getting close enough that I can speak with Tae to find out what he knows regarding Lee Euna and her family, and maybe see if he’ll drop hints about her manifesto.

         I circle the park, my eyes on Johnson and Taehyung, slowly moving closer to the man and his friend.

         “Did you catch the end of the game last night?” The other man asks.

         “No, was I supposed to?” Taehyung responds.

         “It’s too early in the season to be calling it, but they’ve got a chance to go to the Superbowl,”

         “Huh,”

         “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt,” I say, turning my body to face them. “Is that your dog? The little one?”

         “Yeah, it is,” Taehyung answers, smiling lightly at me.

         “It’s so cute, what’s its name?”

         “Yeontan, or Tannie,”

         “Adorable, is that Korean?” I ask.

         “Yes,”

         “Very cool, my boyfriend’s Korean,” I lie. Jungkook isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a guy I’ve slept with once and fallen asleep next to twice … or whatever.

         “Nice, I wonder if we know him,” Taehyung said. “What’s his last name?”

         “Jeon,” I tell them. I clock the miniscule movement in their brows, the exchanged glance, but I don’t know what it means.

         “Not too many of those, what’s his first name?” The man next to Taehyung asks.

         “Jungkook” I tell them. My eyes don’t leave their faces as they both nod, neither daring to share a glance.

         “I don’t think I know him,” Taehyung says.

         “Well, what are your names? I can ask him if maybe he knows you?” I offer. Take the bait, take the bait.

         “I’m Taehyung, this is Jimin,” He says.

         “Y/N,” I offer my hand to shake, which they each accept.

         This is my moment, “This is going to sound crazy, but do you know Lee Euna?”

         “Who?” Jimin asks.

         I scrutinize his features, no slight quiver of the upper lip, no pupils dilating, no quickened breath. “Lee Euna, she’s part of the family that owns Lee Enterprises?”

         “Oh, Lee Enterprises, I’ve heard of them, they’re brokers?” Jimin asks.

         “Traders,” Taehyung responds.

         “Candlestick makers,” I finish the rhyme, both men look at me quizzically, then laugh. “They do banking and stock trading for the top 0.01% of society, royals, billionaires, human traffickers, etc.”

         “Ah,” Jimin nods. “Not my area of expertise.”

         Agreeing, Taehyung nods, “Mine either,”

         “Same,” I add. Maisy runs up to me and begins growling at the men I’m standing with. “Johnson Maisy Lou, knock it off,”

         “Johnson Maisy Lou?” Taehyung laughs.

         “I didn’t name her,” I shrug.

         “Her?” Jimin continues laughing. He’s like, really pretty.

         “Yeah, my sister’s dog. She gives no shits when it comes to gender norms. Johnson was a bet she lost though,” I inform them. I reattach Maisy’s leash and give her a good once over. “You ready?”

         She wags her tail in response.

         “It was nice to meet you guys, maybe I’ll see you next weekend?” I smile again, friendly and kind to a flaw.

         “Yeah, bring your boyfriend, we might have some friends in common,” Jimin smiles again.

         I wave before dragging Maisy back to the trail and slowly to the car. They know Jungkook, I don’t know how, or why, but something in their reaction tells me that they are more than just friendly with him. Maybe they went to school together? Or worked together before their respective positions at the library and whatever Jimin does? That would answer few questions but makes me feel uneasy.

         When I return to my car, I’m met with a familiar sight. An envelope resting on my driver’s seat. Car locked, windows intact, it sits, waiting. My blood runs cold, chills down my spine as I stare. I swallow the bile in the back of my throat and survey my surroundings.

         “The first was a warning shot. This is your last chance. Stop. Looking.”

         I panic, glancing all around me, trying to find someone who stands out in the weekend shuffle. There’s no absurdly dressed person, no one in a weird hat or harboring a long-range camera, no one glancing at me in my sheer panic, fear pushing my fight or flight into overdrive.

         Choosing a stance somewhere between fear and power, I walk swiftly towards the coffee shop. Ordering a concoction I’ve heard Taehyung order, I ask the cashier a leading question.

         “That’ll be $3.57,” He smiles. I glance at his nametag, Robert.

         “Thanks, Robert. Can I ask you something?”

         “Of course!” He answers.

         “You see that black car?” I point towards the general direction of my vehicle. “Have you seen anyone approach it in the last hour?”

         “No, but I just started my shift twenty minutes ago,” Robert informs me.

         “Okay, thanks,” I move out of the way and watch as other customers flit through the shop, the open concept rustic café is a hot spot, known for their tea infusions and gluten free pastries, it’s a hot ticket. The line is often out the door, and everyone who works here receives massive tips. I don’t know who gives their spare change, but I’ve seen the jar completely full on more than one occasion. Tipping for leaf water is preposterous, but then again, a good cup of leaf water is hard to find. I think, I’ve never really truly looked for it.

         After giving myself 30 minutes to calm down, I head back to my car, taking the note and slipping it into an evidence bag. I drive the 15 to my sisters, knocking aggressively as I am positive Maisy is one bark away from biting me.

         “Did you have to bring her back?” C asks, opening the door.

         “I don’t want to be arrested for dog-abuse, that’s a serious crime,” I hand her Maisy’s leash, and she obediently retreats into the house, running towards her food bowl.

         “Oh, I’ll stick the ASPCA on you for sure. How was she?” C asks, stepping back to allow me into the house.

         I sigh, “Useful, did exactly what I needed her to.”

         “That might be the first time in her life she’s listened to directions,” C laughs. “Water?”

         “And probably the last, isn’t that right Johnson Maisy?” I ruffle behind her ears and take the can of Bubly from my sister.

         “How’s your little man friend?” She asks, hope in her eyes.

         “He’s not little, and he’s not a friend,” I correct her.

         “Right, right, how’s lover boy?”

         “Don’t call him that,” I squeeze my eyes closed, knowing full well where she’s headed.

         “Oh, baby, how’s baby?” She does her best Jennifer Grey impression.

         “You’re the worst. And he’s fine,”

         “Have you been seeing him regularly? What’s his name again? JK? Did his parents just really like New York Undercover? Or I’m sorry, the Killing Joke?” C laughs at her own jokes, which makes me hate her cleverness even more.

         “Jungkook, and yes you can call him JK,” I sip on the pineapple flavored sparkling H2O.

         “And?”

         “He’s great, he’s wonderful, he’s sexy and intelligent and thoughtful and kind and I could swim in his Bambi eyes forever, okay?”

         She laughs at my tone, frustration evident as I blush profusely.

         “You like him,” She sings. 

           “Too much it seems,” I roll my eyes.

         “Are the feelings mutual?”

         “He took me to breakfast, after dancing, we didn’t have sex, and then, he took me to dinner and a movie the next day, a ‘traditional date’ as he called it. It’s been a month? Not even, and I think about him constantly. I want to see him every second of everyday and I feel so sad when he’s gone. I’m literally handing him my heart to break and I think, all signs are pointing to him handing me his,” I bury my face in my hands, feeling the heat radiate onto my palms. Why is this so embarrassing?

         “Are you going to take it?” C asks.

         “Haven’t I already?”

         C lets it hang I the air, my willing acceptance of heartache at the hands of this lionhearted man, my willingness to be absolutely gutted by him, and in return, his vulnerability to be tossed out like every other man who has ever dared to get close to me.

         “Maybe he’s worthy,” C offers.

         Shaking my head, “It’s not about being worthy, I don’t deserve anyone.”

         “No, no one deserves anything except basic human rights, food, shelter, education, healthcare… but maybe you’ve found a guy who is actually going to be supportive and challenging, someone who isn’t scared of your callousness and thrives in your ability to love without bounds. Maybe he’s that person for you.” Her stare is knowing, and I hate how correct she could possibly be. I hate that I’m falling so quickly, and I hate that he might be falling too. It’s easier when one person has the upper hand, when a bluff pays off with a win. But if we both fold, then are hearts become collateral, and to whom the pieces go becomes a mystery.

         “Can we please stop talking about him?” I request, the tears brimming giving way to my distress.

         C smiles softly, her knowing sisterly gaze on my tears. “Absolute. How’s the case going?”

         “Fine, I found another guy with Taehyung, they both seem to know Jungkook, but I don’t know how they know him or why they lied about it. Neither mentioned anything that was useful,” I wipe the few tears away and pick up my drink.

         “Will you keep digging?” She asks.

         “I’m not sure there’s much more to dig. Euna has her list, she knows what they did, she doesn’t want proof that they’re guilty, she just wants to know where she can find them.” I inform her.

         “That’s the business you’re in, finding people who don’t want to be found?” C clarifies. She knows better than anyone what I do. Though I function in dark allies and make backroom deals, C follows the letter of the law and works for a branch of the CIA. Doing what, I do not know, but she understands the importance of hiding, and the lengths people will go to, to remain out of sight.

         “It’s not my job to protect them, C, if I can find them, anyone can.”

         “Why does she want to find them?”

         “Revenge is my guess, why she had to come to me when she’s worth billions is beyond my understanding. She could’ve hired anyone, had a mole in the government search, literally anything other than showing up at my broken-down door,”

         C pauses, “What if they’re in witness protection? What if she was abusive?”

         “They’re not in witness, if they were, they wouldn’t use their real names or live in the same city she does. That and you would’ve found out. And, there are no records of abuse in the system, no restraining orders, nothing.”

         “Could they be hiding from her?” C questions.

         “In plain sight?” I counter.

         She laughs. “Staring Mary McCormack now streaming on Amazon Prime.”

         “I’m leaving,” I roll my eyes.

         “Just, be careful, okay?” She reaches for me, and I enter her embrace. Sister hugs always carry more weight.

         “I will be,” I say into her hair.

         “Don’t dig a hole bigger than you can fill,” She kisses my cheek gently, her lip gloss sticking to my skin.

         “That’s not a saying,” I reply as I wipe the goo from my face.

         “Don’t care. Love you,” C stares me down, her words echoing through me.

         “Love you, mean it,” I respond, and her shoulders relax.

         We haven’t always had the best relationship, the most love, the most respect. She’s anal and controlling, I’m easy going and dare I say, happy? We’ve always been opposites, she loved analytics, statistics, history. I craved action, drama, constant stimulation. We both love puzzles, though hers remain recreational and mine professional. At our core, we’re cut from the same cloth. Mannerisms mimicking the other, eyes of similar shape, looking enough like sisters to never be questioned.

         But she’s right.

         Am I digging a hole bigger than what I can fill? Has Lee Euna, Euna Lee, set me up to completely fail? Do these men want to remain in hiding, and if so, what’s the level of risk I am putting them at?

         Maybe solving the mystery of who the man was with Taehyung will guide me towards an answer.

Next: Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 4

#bts fiction #BTS fanfic #kim taehyung #kim taehyung / v #jeon jungkook #Jeon Jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #park jimin #jungkook fluff #codename cupid #code name cupid #codename #cupid #valentines day #love #espionage #secret agent au #government agent au #secret agent au #BTS agent #agents au #thebtswritersclub #ficswithluv #btsgoldnet #bangtanarmynet

[btsbaereacts]

BTS Reactions: Going to the grocery store

m.list

Prompt: Going to the grocery store together

Notes: I’m thinking about US grocery stores, fluff, gender-neutral, food allergies/intolerances in Jimin’s reaction (because same)

Jin:

Jin was a great cook, so going to the grocery store with him was always an adventure. It usually consisted of him buying exactly the right ingredients for everything he would cook this week, while you begged for every box of cookies you saw. 

“Jin, I know you said I could pick out three snacks, but I really want these too.” You pouted, holding up a giant box of crackers.

“Why do you need crackers if we already have two types of chips and cookies?” Jin asked while taking inventory of everything in your cart. 

“Please, let’s get the crackers and you can eat some too.” You smiled.

“Y/N, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Jin laughed knowing you too well. “Fine, let’s get the crackers too.”

“I knew you loved me!” You happily exclaimed, stepping up on your toes to peck Jin on the cheek.

Yoongi:

You had to practically drag Yoongi to the grocery store with you to get him out of his studio (and out of his head). 

“Babe, what do you want?” You asked as he pushed the cart behind you.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

“Okay, but then you have to be happy with whatever we eat this week.” You always cooked for him as he was usually too busy writing. You loved cooking and trying new recipes, which worked well because Yoongi liked eating. 

“Can we have that pasta thing you made last week?” Yoongi looked up at you.

“The one with the tomatoes?” 

“Yeah, I really liked that one.” Yoongi smiled. 

“Okay, just make sure to remind me to grab the basil before we go.”  

It had been nearly an hour before you were headed to the checkout. You were both tired. “Yoongi?” You hummed. He looked at you expectantly. “Can we just order in tonight and watch a movie?”

Instead of answering, he threw his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. 

Namjoon:

Namjoon was methodical when grocery shopping with you. Even though you cooked most days, he made sure to make a list with you before leaving the house. He knew that if you didn’t make a list, that you would forget half of what you needed and ask him to go back for it.

“Okay, can we try this time to only go down each aisle once?” Namjoon asked you, grabbing a cart.

“I’ll try. I don’t know though, sometimes after seeing something, I think we should get something else that we already passed.” You were already looking at the vegetables and trying to decide what to make with them. “Are you okay with fried veggies sometime this week?”

“Of course, we could also just do fried rice. With steak.” He looked at you, showing his dimples.

You just laughed and motioned for him to add steak to the list. Halfway through the aisles, he could see you started to think deeply about something. “Did we miss something? Do we need to go back?” Namjoon asked.

“Um, I just think that if we’re getting this sauce for the meat, that maybe we should go back to get some bread to eat with it? Like good bread, not just regular bread?” You knew how much he hated going back for things.

“Okay, what if I go back and get the bread, and you keep getting the stuff here?”

“Perfect.” You smiled before he turned to walk back towards the front of the store. You mentally promised to make him something extra delicious this week.

Hoseok:

Grocery shopping with your boyfriend, Hobi, was like following him around while he stared in his own personal music video. He wouldn’t just find something and put it in your cart, but he would make every action as extra as he could. 

"Why do you always have to do this?” You laughed at him as he spun around with a package of four in his hands. 

“I know how much you hate grocery shopping, so I thought this would make it more fun. Wanna try with me?” He set the flour in the cart and grabbed your hand.

“Fine, but I’m not doing anything ridiculous.” You laughed as he spun you in the aisle. You could feel the other customers staring, but you didn’t care anymore. This was exactly why you were so in love. Simple everyday activities became adventures with Hobi. 

“Y/N, I think you and I should make a video next time we go shopping.”

“In your dreams.” 

Jimin:

You hated going grocery shopping, and Jimin knew it. So, without you ever needing to ask, he always joined you. 

Walking through the aisles, you looked for the products to make your favorite dinner. You needed some pasta, some veggies, and ingredients to make the sauce. After looking through the different types of sauces and reading the ingredients label on each can, Jimin waited patiently with the cart. After finding some sauce that worked, you meandered over to the pasta aisle.

Looking through all of the packages of pasta, you couldn’t find what you wanted. Without realizing it, a heavy sigh fell from your lips. 

“Hey, let’s look over there, maybe we can find the right pasta,” Jimin suggested taking your hand. He knew how much you struggled with food. As a child, you ate everything and anything. But, as you grew up, you started having more and more problems with your stomach. Your doctor suggested that you might be lactose intolerant, so you cut out most dairy from your life and it seemed to get better. And then, it got worse. So your doctor suggested cutting out gluten. Again, it was better, until it wasn’t. Then, you had to take out most spices. Now, you had to really limit the amount of dairy and spices you could eat, but you couldn’t eat any gluten. Jimin was understanding, and he tried to help you as much as possible.

“Yeah, okay, they must have some gluten-free pasta.” You sighed.

“We could do rice instead of pasta,” he smiled at you.

“Yeah, that might be okay.” 

“I know it’s not what you want, but we can have the pasta next week. I’ll order the pasta online to be sure.” Jimin squeezed your hand. You loved him for doing things like this.

“Okay, maybe we can find some of the cookies I like.” You started to smile.

“Let’s go, my girl needs cookies.” 

Taehyung:

Shopping with Taehyung was like shopping with a 5-year-old. Except that you were also a 5-year-old. That’s why Jin usually went with you. Today, Jin was busy, and you two were really out of food. 

You two were trying to see how far you could get down the aisle riding in the cart. So far, neither of you were really winning as you kept knocking things off shelves and the only thing currently in the cart was you.

“Okay, we have to actually buy some food.” You laughed. 

“Right,” Taehyung laughed as he starting putting things in the cart. After 15 minutes the cart was full. You shrugged at him before making your way towards the checkouts. 

Getting home, you set the bags on the counter and started taking everything out. Someone knocked at the front door and you asked Tae to grab it. 

Namjoon walked into the kitchen, eyeing all of the food on your counter. 

“You guys realize that this is all just snacks, right?” Namjoon asked looking between the two of you.

“I guess we can always just order a pizza?” Tae asked.

“Yeah, why not?” You said laughing, realizing after setting your fifth bag of chips on the counter that Namjoon was right. 

Jungkook:

You and Jungkook hardly ever grocery shopped. Between his traveling and yours, neither of you were home enough for it to be necessary. You were a director at your company, and that required a significant amount of travel. Knowing how young you both were, you had to put your work first otherwise there was no way you were going to stay in your position. Jungkook understood, and never made you feel like you weren’t doing enough for him or for your relationship.

Knowing that you were both getting home on Friday, you had texted your assistant with a list of things to get for you. She picked up all of your and Jungkook’s favorite snacks and ingredients. You were planning on spending a weekend lounging with just him.

When he walked through the door, bags in hand, you ran to him. It had been nearly two months since he had been home. 

“God, baby, I missed you so much.” He mumbled into your hair. After a few moments, his stomach let out a low growl.

“I got us food.” You smiled.

“Really? You went to the store?”

“Well, actually, I sent someone, but we have food.”

Jungkook laughed, “I love you.”

As always, my requests are open! Please check out my prompts and my masterlist <3

#bts #bts reactions #bts react #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #jin #suga #rm #rap monster #j-hope #jimin #v #jungkook #kim seokjin #seokjin #jin x reader #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #kim namjoon #namjoon #namjoon x reader #j-hope x reader #hoseok #jeon hoseok #park jimin #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #v x reader

[wastedonchocolate]

RULES: list 10 songs you can't stop listening to and tag 10 people

1. Fiance ~ Mino

2. Sorry Mama ~ DKB

3. My Time ~ BTS (Jungkook)

4. Rare ~ Selena Gomez

5. Gotta Go ~ Chung Ha

6. Red ~ The Rose

7. Thirsty ~ Taemin

8. A Palé ~ Rosalia

9. Be With Me Tonight ~ Tempt

10. Fix Me ~ Travis Atreo ft. Amber Liu

(I randomly just chose some people, feel free to answer if you want) Tagging @heathen-beast @justanothergayinthebiblebelt @morguedork @gluten-free-pussy @unicyclingzebra @drunknhappy @eh-gay @bodyglitter @your-lesbian-friend @perks-of-being-chinese @unforecasted-st0rm

#always down for new music #what is helping you all through quarantine #my music #new music

[softyoongiionly]

hobi i will gladly go but i don’t dance :( namjoon you seem like you needed snacks so here *gives snacks* jungkook please text jimin back you don’t want the puppy sad. jimin i am not cute. at least i that’s what everyone else says

“I can teach you babe ;) don’t worry about that.”-Hobi

“You’re ridiculous. Oh! Thanks anon, are these gluten free? I’m trying to watch my waistline ha...”-Namjoon

“IM SORRY I WAS AT PRACTICE! Babe :( I’m sorry I should’ve told you where I was, I’m here now!”-Jungkook

“I miss you :( :( :( “-Jimin

“You guys are ridiculous...”-Taehyung

#softyoongiionly #anonymous #answered #fear and dumplings asks

[wholivesinabedroomandneverleaves]

And They Were Roommates 3/?

Part List

Ship: Hoseok x Reader

Description: You find a mysterious and sketchy roommate on craigslist. Luckily he isn’t a 40-year-old creep, but a hot fuckboy. And for better or for worse, he is your roommate, along with 7 of his rowdy friends.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 570

There was only one couch and two armchairs in the common room. Cramming in six people on the couch, you were jammed in the middle, basically sitting on Jin's lap. Yoongi and Namjoon had taken the armchairs.

Somehow you had gotten close with most of your housemates in a very short amount of time.

"Y/n can you move your shoulder, it's in my face," Jin complains. "Alright," you slid over slightly but now half your ass is on Jin's leg and the other half is on Hoseok's and it is splitting your cheeks apart in a very uncomfortable fashion. Reaching for a pillow you lay it on Hoseok's lap and lay across the sitting boys. "Why do I get the feet," Taehyung complains. "At least you don't have the head," Hoseok whines. "You wish you had the ass," Jin laughs. "Give it a rest the movie is starting," Namjoon says.  

The first scene of Mulan started with the grappling hook flinging onto the Great Wall.

"Me on my way to steal your girl," Jimin says as 50 more grappling hooks appear.

The banter went on through the 1 hour and 30-minute movie. You laughed hysterically, were constantly shushed and almost rolling off the couch multiple times. There was also a lot of belting to the lyrics of every song.

You rolled off the couch, "I love that movie." "You're leaving already?" Taehyung asks. "Yeah, it's only like," Hoseok checks his phone "it's only like 8." "I'm hungry, give me a break," you get up and walk up to your room to get one of the rice noodle packets you brought.

Pulling out the giant box of gluten-free food from under your bed, you grab some rice noodles. In the kitchen, you add the water and slap the noodles into the microwave for 3 minutes. The boys had started watching to be what you assume to be another movie in the other room. Standing next to the microwave you hear someone enter the kitchen.

"Hey Y/n." "Hey Jungkook." He hesitates to open the fridge. "What year are you. . . I mean you don't seem like my age but you're. . . you're new." "Oh . . . I took a year abroad, so I haven't been on campus very much," you scratch your neck, "yeah but I'm a sophomore." "Cool," he reaches into the fridge and grabs a can of beer, "so you don't have like any orientation?" "No, I start classes Wednesday." "That's nice," Jungkook silently walks out of the kitchen.

*Beep Beep*

You pull the noodles out from the microwave and start searching for some sort of utensil. "Do you guys have plastic forks or spoons somewhere?" you shout in the general direction of the common room.         "Third shelf from the right," someone responds. "It's a drawer full of shot glasses!" "Then below it." "That's full of trash bags."

Whoever was shouting instructions at you got up and strolled into the kitchen. Namjoon pulled open the drawer under the sink, which had a huge box of plastic forks and knives.

"Do you need to get some glasses," Namjoon jokes. "I've known you for 6 hours and you're already attacking me like this," you sigh dramatically. Namjoon laughs and leaves to go back to the movie. Heading upstairs, try not to burn your hands on the hot cup. You lay on your bed, eating noodles and watching youtube videos.   

Winter break has started, I finally have time haha                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

#and they were roommates #bts #bts fanfction #hoseok x reader #Jung HoSeok #jhope #kim namjoon #rm #kim taehyung #v #kim seokjin #jin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #min yoongi #bts college au #bts roommates

[got7thinks]

got7 + puppy????

Literally what have we done to deserve dogs. They deserve so many pats amirite

youngjae, co-parent to coco:

I FOUND COCO A NEW FRIEND!! big white floofer doggo 

i think we should name the dog Toby or Bella (jinyoung: did you google ‘most popular dog names’)

no … just cause i did that for coco means absolutely nothing

FINE, this doggo will be named ahgase (ot6 can’t say no bc they love ahgases but like ???) 

mark, co-parent to coco:

searches online “how to successfully socialize two dogs” 

*jackson puts them in the same room as soon as they get home* NO GAGA, YOU HAVE TO INTRODUCE THEM SLOWLY

i’m an awful parent

wtf who bought purina dog chow (jb: oop)

if you look at the dog food comparing website, it clearly says that purina dog chow contains chicken byproduct and corn gluten meal 

what even is corn gluten meal 

10 years off his life because of stress

jaebum:

i don’t think i got the group chat notification when mark sent the dog food comparing website 

i miss nora 

cats have free-floating clavicle bones that attach their shoulders to their forelimbs, which allows them to squeeze through very small spaces

jackson:

wow!!! such a good lap dog (jb: this dog is 200 lbs)

such a good lap dog!! 

only mildly loosing circulation to his legs *tingle* 

tries to lull her to sleep by singing Girls Girls Girls in a lullaby fashion

~ girlss girlss girlssss they looove meee ~

after a few weeks of doing that, Ahgase now always jumps into jackson’s lap and stays all agitated until he sings the song 

listen ahgase……this just isn’t working out. it’s not you, it’s me

jinyoung:

THIS IS A SHEEP

youngjae, you brought home a sheep

should we harvest the wool and make a sweater for mark hyung. his birthday is the closest to now

yahhh, i think it’s too much too have 3 dogs (mark: we have 2)

coco, ahgase, jackson (jackson: ah, true)

bambam:

made a super artsy video welcoming the floof using his drone

was just for the insta 

THERE IS FUR ON ALL OF MY BLACK CLOTHES????????

tried to vacuum Ahgase (youngjae: yells)

i wonder if we could give her pink dyed tips, what a great idea (mark: absolutely not)

yugyeom:

is obsessed with this cloud

somehow acquired timberlands for dogs 

an homage to jungkook and his affinity for timberlands 

wants to be fully responsible for this pupper!!! (jinyoung: you are allowed to pet her and that’s all)

french braided her fur and weaved beads into the braid 

*mumbles*shouldbemydogbutwhatever*

#i yell 'sheep' whenever i see a white fluffy dog #true story #ive also thought about vacuuming my cat before bc of the fur LOOOL #and one time i was just looking at that food comparing website for no reason and i just dont understand why i did that #save_me.mp3 #floofers #got7thinks #got7 with a puppy #im jaebum #mark tuan #choi youngjae #jackson wang #park jinyoung #bambam #kim yugyeom #got7 #kpop scenarios #got7 scenarios #incorrect got7 quotes

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Are you still doing requests? If you are I would like if you can continue the jikook Alfa and Omega one, I loved it! And it was really cute..

(This one came in after requests had been closed, but I wanted to keep it when I got back in the swing of things, so here you go!)

Part 1 Part 2

Jimin has never kissed someone on the first date before.

He’s dated, a lot actually! He’s a pretty and popular guy, one of the most sought after Omegas on campus (not by choice…). He’s been on plenty of dates.

It’s just that Alpha’s always have this sense of entitlement that Jimin has always hated.

Jungkook isn’t like that. He’s really respectful of boundaries, immediately falling back if he thinks he’s gone too far. He’s cautious and careful, always making sure that Jimin feels safe and supported. It’s great, it really is!

It made it so easy for Jimin to feel safe enough to kiss him after their coffee date. It’s a really big deal for Jimin.

His phone pings with the sound of Taehyung yelling “FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!”. Which was Tae’s idea of a joke. Now every time Jimin gets a text message, he gets the scream. (Jimin still hasn’t figured out how to change it to something else, and he’s kind of attached to the message tone now. He keeps it on vibrate whenever he’s around actual people.)

The message is from Jungkook.

Got home safely! Sleep well.

It also comes with a selfie of Jungkook. It looks like he’s lying in his bed, his hair fanned on his pillow, with a shy close lipped side smile.

Jimin immediately saves it and falls asleep grinning into his pillow.

They begin to fit into each other’s lives organically. To the point where Jungkook doesn’t remember what it was like to be a shy loner nerd. He’s still all those things, he has Jimin now, and he’s even made a few friends, so that’s pretty great.

They’re together, finally going to watch the start of the Marvel Cinematic Universe with Iron Man 1. Jungkook is super excited, and Jimin seems mostly indulgent. Jungkook has the whole day planned, they’re going to cuddle and eat tons of finger foods through the whole day while going through the series.

It’s been about a month, now, since he first met Jimin in the library that day during the omega’s heat. 

Jungkook is fussing around in the kitchen in his tiny apartment, while Jimin is curled up on the couch with a hot cup of tea. It’s cold and snowing outside, the weather forecast is for a blizzard and Jimin isn’t sure how he’ll get home later. It doesn’t matter, he’ll figure it out when he has to.

Jungkook sets the final plate of finger foods (all gluten free because Jungkook can’t eat gluten) on the coffee table.

“I think that’s everything!” The alpha says with a proud smile.

“About time, get over here.” Jimin pats the couch next to him.

Jungkook grins and flops back onto the couch, legs spread wide, he puts his arm up so Jimin can curl up against him. Jimin snuggles up close and takes a deep smell from Jungkook’s neck. He smells great today and Jimin could easily just keep his nose pressed against Jungkook’s skin for the entire afternoon. Jungkook runs his fingers Jimin’s hair and kisses his forehead. It’s nice, Jimin is getting used to this.

There are parts of Jungkook that give away his identity as an alpha. The way he walks, sits, there’s an air of authority about it no matter how much Jungkook actually tries to downplay it. How Jimin is usually the one to end up in Jungkook’s lap instead of vice versa when they’re making out. The way he straightens whenever another Alpha comes close. It’s all subtle, but it’s there.

Jungkook hits a button on his remote to turn the movie on and wraps his other arm around Jimin, rubbing his side affectionately. Jimin bites his lip through his bashful smile, because Jungkook still makes him feel giddy whenever they’re around each other.

They’re halfway through the second Iron Man movie when it starts. Jimin knows it too well to mistake the sudden rise in temperature for anything else.

He whimpers, nuzzling Jungkook’s neck. He smells amazing. This is the worst.

“Jimin?” Jungkook asks, turning his head a little. Jimin shivers.

Jimin could cry, he should have been watching his cycle more closely. Why does this always happen to him?

“Hey…” Jungkook pulls back, running his fingers through Jimin’s hair. He’s already starting to sweat. “Everything okay?” By the way that Jungkook’s eyes are a little dark, Jimin’s sure that Jungkook can tell what’s going on.

“No.” Jimin whines breathlessly. “My Heat.”

Jungkook bites his lip, and Jimin just wants everyone to know that he tries really hard not to stare. Honestly it was a valiant effort.

“Do you want me to take you home.”

“No!” Jimin says and snuggles close to Jungkook. “You smell good. Fuck…”

Jungkook looks out the window, still snowing hard, he’s not going to be able to drive his scooter like this anyway. He likes Jimin a lot, but this isn’t how he wants their first time to be.

“Okay.” Jungkook says, looking down at Jimin and brushing hair out of the omega’s eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”

Jimin ends up shedding most of his clothing until he’s only in boxers. Jungkook is okay with this, he is! Until Jimin insists that Jungkook be shirtless as well when they cuddle together because his skin feels cool and nice.

They continue the day like that, watching movies, cuddling, with Jungkook making sure that Jimin is eating and drinking enough fluids to keep him going through his heat.

Jungkook is still a man though, and Jimin’s flower scent is filling his entire apartment and Jungkook has some Thoughts about what it’d be like to pull off the rest of Jimin’s clothing and have his way with the omega until they’re both ragged panting messes.

He doesn’t though, because his desires don’t control him. While Jimin smells great and his skin feels so GOOD against Jungkook’s, this is still not what he wants from Jungkook right now, and this is not how both of them want their first time together to be.

Jungkook wants to be a safe person for Jimin, and that includes making sure their wants align with each other. They want each other, but not like this.

Jimin stays at Jungkook’s apartment for three days until his heat has passed. The heat’s normally last a lot longer, but smelling Jungkook everywhere definitely helped shorten Jimin’s. Shorter heats was definitely a benefit of dating Jungkook that Jimin would adjust to happily.

When Jungkook gets home after classes, he finds a spotless apartment.

Jimin is curled up on his couch with books and notes strewn about him. His cheeks don’t look flushed and he’s not sweating anymore, so the worst of the heat must be over. Jungkook is glad, because even though he is not controlled by his desires…they were there, stronger than ever.

Disappointingly, Jimin is wearing a shirt again.

Jimin looks up from his book and smiles wide at Jungkook. “Hey!” He hops off of the couch and trots over to give him a big hug, he’s wearing glasses. It’s so cute. Jimin is so cute that Jungkook is going to die.

“Hey…Feel better?” Jungkook asks, bending down for a kiss.

“Yeah.” Jimin takes one of Jungkook’s hands and swings it between them back and forth. “Thanks to you.”

#fic reqs #jikook #jimin #kookie #bts #bts fics #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #theawinde