#jungkook scenarios
serenityslutt · a day ago
If you’re taking requests can you do one where the reader gets a piercing for the first time and it hurts so she’s fussy about it but Jungkook teases her in light fun for being fussy but also helps her feel better with his expertise? Thankyouu💜
YESSS here you go!!!
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~El otro
Pairing: jungkook x reader
Genre: lovers, fluff, teasing
No warnings
“Animo amiga tu puedes”
Jungkook laughs watching the video over again you side eye him “kook stop” you cover your face in embarrassment. You asked him if he wanted to tag along with you and of course he does but you didn’t think he’d record you and laugh at you. “Im sorry it’s just the faces you did” he touched his stomach as he continued to laugh.
You slap his arm “you should be trying to make me feel better not laugh at me” he turns his phone off starting the car “okay okay” he stopped laughing just burst out laughing again “I-I’m sorry I’m done for real” you smiled knowing how to get him back. “My other man wouldn’t treat me like this” you mumbled under your breath loud enough for him to hear he stopped laughing quickly. You connect your phone to the Bluetooth “what did you say” you smiled “you heard me” jungkook bites his lip smiling as he nods.
“Keep playing with me ____” you laugh “what’s wrong you were just laughing not so long ago what changed” you smiled as you put more volume. He side eyes you before quickly poking your nipple you hiss, quickly placing your hand on your nipple “you little s- why would you do that” the piercings you got was nipple piercings and some more ear piercings. He giggled “I told you to stop playing with me” he pulled into the drive thru. You glare as him which makes him laugh more “don’t make them faces at me before i poke the other”.
“That’s messed up” you push his hand away from yours “aww what happened you were just laughing not so long ago” he mocks you as you ignore him “awww she’s mad” he pokes your arm “when you get mad your cheeks get fatter” he smiled as he squeezed your cheek “and your bottom lip pops out more too” his finger pulled on your lip putting it back in place you couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop doing that” he smiled as he grabbed your hand “I’ll get you something to sooth the swelling okay” you nod as he kissed your hand.
He ordered some food for the both of you also getting a small cup of ice for you. As you waited he grabbed you chin pulling you closer to him “does it hurt still” you nod “a little it feels a bit uncomfortable” he pressed his lips on yours sending butterflies to your stomach “for now you’ll feel more comfortable as it heals” he rubbed your cheek. His nose rubbed on yours “let me see them” he laughed as he smiled innocently “right here” he nods.
“I didn’t get to see them” you shake your head “n-not here” he pouts “why not” he squeezed your hand “someone will see” he sighs “finee”
Once we got to the second window he grabbed our stuff. “Okay now that you have something to drink the advil I put in your bag” you thought it would be two Advils in a zip lock and you find a tiny advil bottle he smiled as your mouth opens surprised “I know how you miniature sized stuff so when I seen the little advil I had to get it for you” so caring “aw it’s cute thank you” you kissed his hand “I’ll do it again just to see your beautiful smile” you blushed as you take the pills. “And rub the ice cube on your nipples it helps sooth the pain and swelling” you listen to him.
Lowkey the ice is really cold but it feels good “thank you” he looked at you “no problem baby” he quick kissed you before the light changed color. His hand squeezed you thigh as his fingers draw little circles on your thigh for comfort.
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thedevilofparadise · 23 hours ago
Touch my buttons
pairing: Jungkook x fem reader
genre: smut
warning: of course 18+
summary: when you try to make Jungkooks day better ✨
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Meanwhile he was working, you were in shopping mall looking for some new clothes. You needed to have some time with your friends and just to go out. While looking for some clothes you saw this baby pink cute shirt which had keyboard on in and written "Push my buttons." You knew this was perfect shirt for you. You found tight fitting size so you could show your boobs and let me tell you, this shirt was made for you. It gave your tits nice curves.
Before Jungkook should come home you have changed into your new shirt. Waiting for him to come home you hoped he would like it. He will be tired from practicing but you hoped this would boost his energy and mood.
As soon as he comes home you wrap your arms around him. Jesus, he missed you thought-out the whole day. Inhaling and exhaling your scent he couldn't stop thinking about the cuddles. You gave him few welcoming kisses. Pushing your body further away from him and smiling on him, he saw your new shirt. It made his eyes almost pop out of his eye sockets. He was hard immediately. Maybe it was the hard day full of frustration or just his hormones but he couldn’t think of something else than making you feel good. His dick was hard just from looking at you. Jungkook took eyes from your tits and looked into your eyes.
"Can I push your buttons Y/N? Please baby. I need to practice my fingers for the next game between me and hyungs." He was referring to the gaming nights with members they sometimes have.
You laugh at how much he was desperate. "Of course Jungkook, I would be a bad girlfriend if I wouldn't let you practice."
In that moment, not wasting a second, he was dragging you towards the bedroom. He needed you, he needed to release some tension from today, to feel your warm walls taking him.
As soon as you came to the bedroom, he started kissing you hard. After your make out session he started ordering you around. His dominant side always makes you feel weak for him.
He licked your side of the throat. Taking his time tasting you. Licking from bottom and slowly moving to your ear. He bit your earlobe and whispered in your ear: "Strip for me baby, slowly but keep the shirt on, I want to fuck you in it. Then get on all fours. Do you understand baby? I'm not going easy on you today."
You did as he told you. Slowly taking everything while giving him a show. He was palming himself though his clothed dick on the gaming chair. You wanted to help him, feel him in your mouth. Even thought this wasn't what he has ordered you, you wanted to try your luck. You get on your knees on the floor. You have crawled your way towards him and put your palms on both of his thighs, dangerously close to his dick. Massaging his thighs with your thumbs.
"Kitten this is not what I told you to do." He almost moaned out the last part and you have put your palm on his clothed dick.
"Just a little bit Kookie. Just a few kitten licks." You look into his eyes pleasingly and bat your eyelashes on him. Who is he to tell you no if you look so cute.
You took his cock out. Licking it from bottom to the reddish tip. This felt perfect to him after palming and teasing himself. You then put his cock into your mouth and started bobbing your head for a while but he has stopped you. This was torture for him too, but you promised something.
"Baby you have said kitten licks so do as you promised. Be a good girl and stick to your word."
You did as he said. After while it was too much for him to handle and he was a mess underneath your touch. You started sucking him off and this sends him into his high. Long time forgotten what you promised. Releasing into your mouth you look into his eyes. Mouth still full. You opened your mouth. Seed spilling from side of your tongue. His cum dropping on your shirt but it was intentional. Showing him his creation and then swallowing the rest of it.
"Kitten, on the bed, now." He says with calm voice. This is not good for you. You are ready for him when you feel bed pushing down. Ready for some teasing but instead of his finders in your pussy you can hear him turning on vibrator he took from his desk where he keeps them. You gulp loudly.
"You were naughty kitten and were not listening. I wanted to put my whole load into your pussy but you decided to suck me off. Now there will be less in this pretty hole. And to add to all of this you have destroyed my new favorite shirt of yours but at least you can now only wear it with me. I need to punish you. "
He then put the vibrator on your clit. This was too much for you. You were horny but he was teasing you. You wanted him inside you but he was only using the vibrator.
"Kookie please ~ I want you inside me. Please, I want you to do things to me, take my walking privileges. Bend me as you please." You didn't even know why you said that but you were close to release. Already stupid for him.
Before you came he has put two fingers inside you and pumped few times. Curling his fingers as you like it.  This have sent you over the edge. Toes curling while your body was shaking from orgasm. Jungkook took the fingers out of you and taste you. You just heard him moan in pleasure.
Even though you came he didn't remove the vibrator. Just put it on slower setting. Still holding it in the same place. After while you felt your next orgasm approaching. Jungkook knew that. He felt yourself clamp on his fingers again.
“Koo.. Kookie.. Jungkookie.. I can't... I'm cum~ cumming… Jungkook~~"
After while you felt your clit throbbing in pain and pleasure. You have calm your heart a bit when you could feel Jungkook’s dick sliding across your pussy. Collecting your juice as a lube.
"Ready darling? I told you I'm not going easy on you."
You might nod with your head but your were not expecting him that he slowly slides inside you. This was painfully slow. But you didn't had a time to adjust to him as he started trusting immediately. Hitting every sweet spot, feeling full just by him. Jungkook knew how to make you a mess. He has speed up his pace. Biting and licking your neck and shoulders as he goes hard and fast. Moaning your name and how you are a good girl into your ear. This was so much to take. You felt your another orgasm approaching.
"Kitten I'm almost there. Please cum with me, hold it and cum with me."
You did as he said. You came with him, moaning his name. Arching your back, hands grabbing your pillow as you needed to hold anything because of how good it felt. This orgasm has ripped through your whole body and made you babbling mess. You couldn't for a sentence in the moment in your head. He took his dick out of your pussy and admired his art.
"Look at my load dripping from your cunt. I could have put more into you but you were a bad girl earlier." Maybe I should fuck you again in classic missionary position.
In the matter of second he flipped you over. "It's time to play with your buttons." Holding your breasts while sliding inside you again. Your insides where still sensitive and you felt every single vain on his dick. He was still holding your breast for a support. He started moving inside you. This time it was slow and deep at the beginning but speeding up was for him better. He had enjoyed the slow and deep but right now he needed you so badly. One more time. He wanted to release one more time. One hand has slipped to your clit. Your poor abused clit.
"Cumming, cum.. omg Jungkook, Kookie.. CUMMING~". Releasing onto his dick while he was still moving. Overstimulation got the best of you. You could only babble. He had fucked your brains out and he knew that. Looking at you dumb self he was proud. Proud that he has put you in this state. It didn't took a while for him to cum inside you again. Squishing your boobs as releasing again into you.
Now you both were panting mess. Catching your breaths. Both happy and satisfied. Jungkook forgot about the whole day. Only think he was thinking about was you. Nothing else just you. He had slipped out from your pussy and that's when you felt how empty it feels being without him. He got up and went to grab a warm towel. First cleaning you and then cleaning himself. You asked for a cup of water. You needed that after a night with him. Jungkook kissed your forehead and went to get it.
Both of you were cuddling together. You were playing with his hair as he was lightly caressing your back.
"Maybe I should play with your buttons more often."
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a/n: just posting another fanfic from my old account because I am lazy and learning for my exams
anyway I like to work with the idea of Jungkook being gamer in his hearth.. I hope you enjoyed it
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loomdiamonds · 19 hours ago
Things were becoming messier, Nevertheless…
Jungkook X Reader
Word Count: 3.4k Words
Warning: N/a
Summary: You knew from the beginning that he never wanted a relationship. He was bad for you and should as run far away as you can from him. But ever time you grow the courage to finally let him go, things don’t go as plan. So what exactly happens when someone new comes into the picture and shows you things Jeon Jungkook never was able to show? Is he willing to change his ways for you? Or will you be added to his contacts he calls when bored?
He’s bad for me, Nevertheless (Series Masterlist)
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“It’s so beautiful out here, aren’t you glad I brought you out here?” Taehyung asks as he and Y/n walk side by side along the Han River.
Nodding her head in agreement, Taehyung stops and looks out at the body of water next to them. “This may be incredibly selfish, but I’m happy you left Jungkook. No one deserves the type of pain you’re feeling, and I hope someday you find someone who will make you feel so special that you forget all the pain.”
She smiles at his words and looks over at the body of water as well. “I hope so because honestly I don’t think I can handle this type of pain ever again.” Y/n mumbles to herself. They both stand there in silence before Taehyung grabs her hand, causing her to look at him confused. 
“Y/n, there’s been something on my mind that I have been wanting to tell you.” Taehyung says, causing Y/n to turn her head and stare into his eyes. Unbeknown to them both, a camera man in the distance quickly recognized both of them and began taking photos of them. 
“I just want you to know that…” Taehyung pauses for a second as he stares at her. He smiles lightly as he starts noticing how beautiful her eyes are.
“What is it?” She asks, staring into his eyes. Taehyung is the first to break eye contact as he looks down at their entangled hands. “Taehyung?”
He takes a deep breath before smiling and looking up at her. He doesn’t want to jeopardize their friendship, nor do anything while she is in this state. “I want you to know, that no matter what may happen, I will always be here for you.” Staring at him confused, not understanding where he was going with this, Y/n was about to question what he meant but he continued. And even if it means that this is my last conversation with you, I will always be cheering you on.”
Smiling at his sweet words, and not sure if it’s the alcohol still in her system, Y/n slightly squeezes his hand in appreciation and kisses his cheek. “Thank you, Tae, I really appreciate it.”
Taehyung gives her a big boxy smile, trying to hide that he was blushing hard, before they both continue walking.
Y/n lies on her bed as she stares at her ceiling thinking about her life these past couple of months. You would think she had it all and had nothing to really complain about. 
She debuted at 19, leaving everything she knew behind, and quickly became a part of the biggest girl group in the world. She had millions of fans cheering for her and her members happiness 24/7 and got to travel all over the world. 
On social media and paper, she lives a happy life, a life that millions dreamed of having. What could possibly go wrong that has her thinking of leaving it all behind and not turning back?  
Lost in thought, someone walks into her room and lies besides her, staring up at her ceiling with her. Smiling internally at the unexpected visitor, Y/n sighs as she comes back to reality. “Seems like every time I become even remotely happy again, something happens to bring me down again.”
The person hums in response as both of them continue to lie there in silence for a while. It was a comfortable silence before the person turns their head to look at Y/n. “What do you want to do about it? I imagine you don’t want to go forward with this fake relationship, especially with all that happened.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Y/n’s fingers mess with the t-shirt she was wearing. 
“I want the rumor to be denied of course, but at the same time I see where they might be coming from with the idea without the increase in revenue aspect. Taehyung and I could show fans that just like they deserve happiness, we should be able to date without worrying about our fans may think. Also being able to show that no matter if we are dating, our love for our fans would never dissipate.”
“I wish it didn’t unfold like this. A couple of photos that were taken out of context and now possibly having to do lord knows what with someone I don’t actually have those type of feelings for. Don’t get me wrong, Taehyung is a great guy, but I don’t think we should be forced into a relationship.” 
Nodding their head, they sit up from Y/n’s bed and smiles. “I get what you mean, but I have a question for you, but please don’t get upset with me.”
Turning her head, Y/n stares at them with a look confirming that they can go ahead and ask.
“Have you talked to him since the rumors came out? I know that technically you guys have no reason to tell each other anything since the incident, but I’d imagine it’d be particularly hard for him since it’s with Taehyung.” 
“No, Jae-in, I haven’t spoken to him since the day he came over here.” 
“Do you think he knows?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he has. Netizens have been trending our names since news came back, I’d be shocked if he didn’t.”
“I see,” Jae-in say turning away from her, staring at their lap. “Unnie, do you still have feelings for him?” Jae-in ask causing Y/n to freeze slightly. Slowly turning her head back to look at the ceiling.
Quickly noticing how uncomfortable the air around them had become, Jae-in quickly look at Y/n and apologize. “I’m sorry, that was insensitive for me to ask.”
“No, it’s okay.” Y/n mumbles. For several seconds both of them sit in silence before Y/n finally gets up but keeps her gaze on the wall. “As much as it pains me to say it because of what he did, my feelings won’t just go away. I really did love him… well I do love him, but right now I feel like a mess. I think right now the hardest thing about looking at him is that it’s all still heavy on emotions. I’m angry and I wasn’t… I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me, but I know it wouldn’t fix anything. In order to heal and really talk to him about anything, I know should be in the right state of mind.”
 “Well sometimes we have to be broken down so that we can rebuild ourselves into who we were meant to be. A better version of ourselves and to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history but not a part of your destiny. It is tough but in the end, as long as you can find peace with or without him in your life is all that matters.”
Y/n smiles at the youngest words and turns to her. “When did you become so wise?”
Jae-in lets out a small laugh as she pulls Y/n into a hug. “I only learn from you, but just know we are all here for you. Things may be messy right now, but nevertheless, we are all here for you.”
Taehyung walks towards the shared apartment of BTS quietly with a blank expression on his face. He’s trying to prep himself for what he might walk into since the posting of the article. It wasn’t that he was afraid of what he might walk into, but more so, he isn’t looking forward to the drama that will come with it. 
Seeing as it’s been a couple of days since he saw the other members since this situation unfolded, he wanted to limit all contact to avoid any drama until figuring out how to go forward. Walking inside, instantly he sees all the members gathered in the living room watching something. 
Jimin was the first to turn his head and see him, causing the eldest of the maknae line to stand up. “Taehyung, where have you been?”
“Dealing with some things.” He mutters as he walks over to the kitchen and places his phone down. One by one the members of BTS gather around the counter, trying to figure out if the rumor was true, but instantly Taehyung noticed that Jungkook wasn’t standing around. 
“Is it true?” Yoongi asks as Taehyung stares at the counter. “Guys”
“No we aren’t.” Taehyung replies coldly. “That day I went to her studio to check up on her because no one in JYPE or her members were able to get in touch with her and feared for the worst. When I saw her, she was drinking her life away blaming herself for what happened, so I took her out for a walk. I didn’t know anyone recognized us, but we stopped and talk and that was that.”
“But why did she kiss you then? I mean based on the pictures it looks like you and Y/n are dating Taehyung.” Namjoon says.
“Wait what.” Jungkook voice suddenly says causing everyone to look and see him standing at the entrance of the kitchen. “You and Y/n are dating?”
“What does it matter to you?” Taehyung says staring at him. “I mean, you guys were never in a relationship, right?”
Taehyung stands up straight and walks over to in front of Jungkook. “You don’t do relationships, you ended whatever kind of relationship with her, so what does it matter to you if we are dating? It’s not like you actually had feelings for her.”
“Taehyung,” Hoseok says but instead of stopping, Taehyung scoffs as he looks Jungkook up and down. “Who knows, maybe I can show her real love and not lead her on like the heartless person you are.” All seven members stand in silence before Taehyung takes a deep breath and shakes his head. 
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, so if you’ll excuse me. I have things I have to do.”
Pushing past Jungkook, Taehyung walks towards his room as all other members look at each other confused at the situation. “I don’t understand,” Jungkook says grabbing all of the other members attentions.
“Was something posted online about them dating?” Jungkook asks
“You haven’t seen?” Hoseok asks, causing Jungkook to shake his head. 
“Oh shit, this probably won’t end well.” Yoongi utters as he takes a sip of his drink. After a couple of seconds, Jungkook’s phone dings and upon looking at it he opens that article and stands there in shock.
The members watch as an unreadable expression spreads across his face before he suddenly puts his phone down and walks out the apartment. 
“Forget In the soop, I feel like Army would love to see all this drama.” Jin jokes, earning a light jab from Namjoon causing him to groan.  
Lord only knew what was going to happen next.
“Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger.” Y/n sings along to 'Dancing with a stranger' as she sits in the make-up chair of Midnights dressing room, getting prepared for the group’s performance of their comeback stage. Manager Heo sits on the couch as the other members continue to get ready.
“Y/n, have you talked to the CEO yet?” Hyun-Jung asks from across the room, causing Y/n to look up from her phone at her. Shaking her head lightly, being careful to not mess up the make-up artist, Y/n sighs. 
“No, my meeting with him and HYBE isn’t until tomorrow.” She responds as she looks back at her phone, reading all the comments from Netizens who are still buzzing about the rumor. Locking her phone, Y/n turns her attention to Sun-Jung next to her.
“You ready?” Y/n ask, causing Sun-Jung to grin. “I was born ready; we’re going to kill it and I’m praying I don’t break a heel this time.” She jokes causing Y/n to laugh. 
While chatter is heard all throughout the room, all suddenly it stops when someone walks through the dressing room door. Turning her eyes to stare at the person confused through the mirror, and see a bouquet of flowers in their hands, covering their face Y/n almost instantly knew who it was upon seeing the tattoos on their hands. “Who are you?” Manager Heo asks as everyone in the room stops working to look at him.
Lowering the bouquet and revealing Jungkook, Manager Heo shakes his head. “No, you need to leave Jungkook.”
 “I’m not here to start anything,” he says quietly, causing me to stand up from the chair once I see Manager Heo walk up to him. “I don’t care what you’re here for. You know you aren’t welcome around them under any circumstances.”
“Manager Heo,” I say as I walk up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, really.”
Looking down at me, I nod my head at Manager Heo giving him a reassuring smile, ignoring the eyes that are staring at them. I reach over and take the flowers from his hand and give him a thankful smile. “Can I talk to you, just for a moment?” 
“No, absolutely not.” Manager Heo speaks up, causing me to roll my eyes and pass him the flowers. “Yes, you can.”
Manager Heo takes the flowers and I take a deep breath. “I promise I won’t be long, don’t worry.”
Staring between Y/n and Jungkook, Manager Heo reluctantly nods before the pair walk out the room into an empty dressing room. “Listen, I really don’t want to argue. I don’t have the energy, so if you could just get-“
“I’m sorry.” Jungkook says, interrupting her. Y/n looks at him confused as he looks down at his feet and purses his lips for a second, trying to find the right words to say. 
Motioning towards the couch in the room, Y/n and Jungkook sit down and Jungkook looks around aimlessly. He sits there for a moment in silence, trying to find the right wording to say to her, but to get his point across as well. “I should have been up front with you when we started seeing each other. I should have known to be faithful and not do what I did, and I know you don’t owe me anything. I am a terrible person for putting you through that and then attempting to play the victim when you probably went through hell because of my actions.”
“You’re right about that.” Y/n says under her breath. “You didn’t have to come and talk to me, especially because of how we met last time, and I thank you for coming to talk to me.”
“Well I appreciate the apology.” Y/n gives him a small smile but notice that he was fiddling with his fingers. “But something must have caused you to come today. What’s this really about, and please be quick, you know I am about to perform.”
“I heard about you and Taehyung.” Jungkook says, not meeting her eyes. “And I wanted to apologize and own up to my mistake since you two are dating. I don’t want things to be awkward for you two because of me.”
Raising her eyebrow, Y/n sits back a little in confusion. “Wait, what?”
“I know your relationships with the guys isn’t any of my business since I messed up but I wanted to clear the air between us and at least attempt, if you’ll allow it of course, for us to be friends. I don’t want to cause any drama because of what I did between you and him, so I-“
“Wait Jungkook stop.” Y/n watches as he finally looks up and its then she realizes the dark circles under his eyes, indicating he may not have slept in a while. “Jungkook, Taehyung didn’t tell you?”
“No, I overheard the guys talking about it and then someone sent me the article.”
“Jungkook, Taehyung and I are-“ However before Y/n could finish her sentence, there is knocking at the door announcing that they were ready for the group to confirm. 
Standing up, Y/n looks at Jungkook who stares at the floor in confusion. “Just talk to Taehyung, he’ll tell you the truth and if not, he and I will be clearing this up with both of our companies.”  
Nodding his head, Y/n bids him a quick farewell before leaving Jungkook in his thoughts. ‘I just had to mess things up.’ Jungkook thought to himself. ‘If I didn’t maybe she wouldn’t have moved on to him.’
“You both have to understand that this would benefit you both.” The CEO of HYBE says as both Taehyung and Y/n sit in front of them. “I don’t care if it will benefit us both, deny the rumors because they aren’t true!” Taehyung says as Y/n sits there in disbelief. 
“Midnight and BTS are the biggest K-pop groups in the world, and as time passes your fans want to see you all settle down.” JYPE’s CEO says causing both idols to roll their eyes. “This relationship would only last two or three months, allow fans to see that though their favorite idols are dating that you can still show the same love to fans-“
“So, you’re going to use Taehyung and I as an example of this when this isn’t true?” Y/n interrupts, causing the CEO of HYBE to give her a look, almost taken aback by her courage to interrupt him. 
Both CEO’s look at each other, trying to find a way to convince both idols on continuing with this scandal when Y/n speaks up finally after spending most of the time quiet and allowing Taehyung to speak for both of them. “If you don’t deny the rumors, I’ll leave Midnight and JYPE as soon as the announcement is made.” She says quietly, causing everyone in the room to look at her in shock. 
“Y/n, let’s not be extreme.” Manager Heo says trying to calm her down.
“And you guys don’t think that forcing us to be together is extreme?” Y/n scoffs causing the CEO’s to close their mouths. “Y/n, while I agree they should deny the rumors, I don’t think you should leave your group and the company.” Her manager says but she shakes her head.
“No, I think I should if this is the route they want to take.” She says looking at everyone in the room. “I get that I am bound by a contract, but nowhere in that contract did it say that I have to date someone by force because you both got extra cash in your pocket because of rumors. What happened to protecting your idols?”
They all sit in silence trying to find a way to compromise as Y/n stands up from her seat. “Everyone in this room knows what has recently happened with Jungkook, and with all that went down I can’t put any more energy towards a relationship, nevertheless a fake one. So, while you may see it as extreme, I don’t. Deny the rumors or I will leave Midnight and go through whatever legal proceedings I have too.”
“Now Y/n sit back down.” The CEO of JYPE says sternly, causing her to sit. Looking between both idols, the CEO takes a deep breath as he takes off his glasses. “Two months, that’s all you both have to do, then you end it. You don’t have to be extreme about it, but just two months.”
Rolling her eyes, Y/n scoffs as she looks at Manager Heo. “Fine, Two months, but then I walk.”
“That’s my final decision. If you decided not to deny the rumors, I’ll agree to do this with Taehyung for Two months, but I leave the company with no legal issues.”
“I’m with her.” 
 “Taehyung,” The manager of BTS says, causing Taehyung to look over at him. 
“If you guys don’t, I’ll leave BTS after this is all said and done. So the choice is in you hands now.” At the same time, both idols walk out the room, leaving everyone in disbelief.
Looking at each other, they both nod as they continue to walk down the hallway of HYBE. “You think they’ll go through with it?” Y/n mutters, causing Taehyung to shrug.
“Hopefully not, but who know.”
Y/n sighs as she continues to walk besides Taehyung, not realizing that as they both walk pass one of the practice room, Jungkook stands there watching the pair walk away together. He looks down a bit in defeat as he subconsciously think about how good they look together. Better than him and her. 
He lost his right to her, nevertheless…
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btsmosphere · a day ago
hello :DD i saw your drabble game was up and i just couldn’t resist!!
may i ask for jungkook x reader ( she / her prns or gender neutral!), mafia/gang au, e2l, treating an injury and “what happened to you?” “where did you get that?”
thank you so much! i love your work and can’t wait to see what you do with this if you choose to work on it! <33
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~summary: Close enough to touch, far enough never to dare. But Jungkook knows you well enough to know something isn’t right. And that locket the new player is wearing? Isn’t his. Will this be what it takes to break the distance you keep with Jungkook? ~pairing: jungkook x reader ~angst, fluff, comfort, enemies to lovers, mafia!au ~word count: 3k ~rating: pg13 ~warnings: violence, alcohol, blood, injury
~a/n: thank you!! you’re so sweet🥰 I’m sorry this has taken more than a week since the last request I posted but as you can see, it’s also longer than a drabble! srsly, the moment I saw this one in my inbox, I was thrilled. it’s like this prompt was made for me haha. the biggest problem I had was not making it too much like Flame on Water, but I’m pleased with what I came up with! I hope you enjoy it too!💜
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Jungkook’s eyes flitted in your direction the moment you walked in.
The bar was dark, filled with people, but it was like he could sense you in spite of the hum of chatter and low music fighting for his attention in this atmosphere. Fingers circling the rim of his glass, he eyed you as you crossed the threshold.
Your little acquaintance with Jungkook began some time ago. But there had been no friendly introductions; you had had a knife to the throat of one of his members and the next thing you knew, you were being pressed against the ground with Jungkook at your back.
Over time, you had proved to be quite a match for each other. Just as your gangs skirted around each other, testing boundaries, winning and losing skirmishes for territory, the two of you were seemingly in orbit of the other. One way or another, you would always end up toe to toe, a constant challenge – or, perhaps, annoyance – to the other.
Tonight may be no different. Your eyes locked as you passed his table. Always close enough to touch, but too wise to move until the time was right.
In your line of work, you had to settle for a cool distance with the enemy. After all, you knew that while you were capable of taking him down, the opposite was also true. And either action would invite more conflict that your gangs’ tentative hostility could bear.
You approached and Jungkook sat back, anticipating your arrival. Neither of you would dare make a move in here, you knew that. But it was always fun to flirt with danger.
His smirk grew, a brow cocked as he waited for you to bite first. A simple ‘what are you looking at, Jeon?’ was enough for a spark.
Instead, your expression darkened.
“Not tonight, Jeon.”
Without even staying to hear a response, you kept your head down and moved past.
Jungkook frowned, leaning forwards to catch a glimpse of you, melting into the hubbub of this bar. Something was off.
For the brief moment he could, he scanned your form. He could be imagining it, but were you limping? If you were, you hid it well. In any case, you were gone too soon for him to be sure.
Still, his eyes lingered. He swallowed down a growing unease. This wasn’t like you – but then, why should that mean anything to him? Better still, he should revel in this. To have you in such a sour mood, something must have happened in favour of his gang. And at the expense of you.
He pretended that made him feel better.
But Jungkook had no time to spare thinking of you. Why he would ever want to was a concern in itself.
He was here for a reason. And that reason was crossing to the bar right now.
The man was alone, but Jungkook wasn’t stupid enough to rule out the possibility of anyone keeping an eye from the crowd. This was a new player in town, Ilwoon, but wasn’t someone Namjoon was keen to put in the ground straight away. He was clearly smart, having gained connections before trying to emerge as a powerful figure.
Jungkook had been given instructions for a hassle-free discussion and deal, but he took that with a pinch of salt. They didn’t know much about this guy, and it was Jungkook’s job to show him they weren’t going to be pushed around easily.
Still, he approached with a decidedly cool exterior, letting nothing slip in his expression.
“Two Manhattans.” The order confirmed to Jungkook that this was in fact the right man. His voice was rough, a contrast to the fine trimmed haircut he sported.
Allowing a cordial smile onto his face, Jungkook seated himself beside the newcomer while the bartender busied herself.
“Nice evening,” Jungkook muttered off-hand, “busy.”
Ilwoon bristled, clearly not sure what to make of the smalltalk. But a moment later, a smile bloomed on his face. Jungkook didn’t like it at all, but made sure not to flinch.
“Good place to end a long day,” the man said.
Their drinks slid across the counter, Jungkook watching the other take a sip first, taking note of the way his dark eyes crawled over the occupants of the bar. Like he owned the lot.
Taking a sip too, Jungkook could pass the disgusted curl of his lips off as a response to the burn of alcohol. About to resign himself to a tense but necessary conversation, he turned his eyes back to his drinking partner.
Jungkook’s hand tightened around his glass, not lowering it to the tabletop. Frozen, he stared.
Ilwoon lowered his arm, revealing a charming red pendant which was just visible around his shirt buttons. Finishing his own drink, the man noticed Jungkook’s staring and frowned, shifting in his seat. A small flash of red bounced from the jewel at the movement.
It was beautiful. Jungkook had always thought so. But that was just the problem.
“That isn’t yours.”
Raising his eyes fractionally, Jungkook finally met the man’s gaze with steel in his own.
Quirking a brow, that same repulsive smile flitted onto Ilwoon’s face.
“Told you I’d been having fun in this town,” the man shrugged, “now, shall we talk?”
Fast as a whip, Jungkook had sent his chair clattering to the floor as he sprung at the man, grabbing him roughly by his collar and sending him colliding with the bar.
Any previous noise dissipated, silence shooting through crowd place like a wave.
Jungkook didn’t even break the man’s gaze. One of the glasses slowly rolled off the table, smashed loudly on the floor.
No one moved.
Holding his stance, Jungkook’s only move was to tighten his grip, drawing closer to the man.
“For someone in your position, I would think you’d want to play nice,” he hissed.
Despite the way his feet scrabbled for purchase on the floor and his breath grew shallower, the other man narrowed his eyes, spitting back with vitriol.
“No honour among thieves, I thought. This shouldn’t be your concern.”
“You’re going to tell me who is and isn’t my concern?” Jungkook all but yelled, shaking him.
“I never touched one of yours!”
“They don’t belong to you either,” Jungkook growled. His spare hand reached up, just below the one holding his foe, to grab the locket.
It was true that it was nothing to do with bangtan. That his actions now would spark rumours of some weakness, some compromise. That he need not be interested in the fate of anyone other than the boys he called family.
But Jungkook didn’t recall seeing this around your neck earlier.
He tore it off. Releasing the man and leaving him panting, leaning against the counter, he stalked away without looking back.
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The thin metal chain felt heavy in Jungkook’s fist.
Falling fast and heavy, his shoes clattered up the stairs. If Ilwoon had any sense, he would be long gone already, but he was a long way down Jungkook’s list right now.
The bouncer nodded him through instantly, Jungkook not even sparing time to look at her.
While this bar was supposed to be a neutral place for gangs (something he would certainly have to explain if the owner got wind of his little stunt downstairs), many of them frequented the place. With the absence of violence came somewhere for meetings, perhaps the only spot this side of bangtan’s territory where Jungkook could brush shoulders with enemies without trading blows.
At the moment, he was rather closer to shoving them as he carved a path through the crowd. The top floor was solely for those in his… profession. He had no doubt you had been heading here when he saw you earlier.
Emerging from the dense group by the bar, he quickly scanned the tables, ruling each one out.
Chewing his cheek, he exhaled harshly through his nose, turning his head erratically. You were nowhere in sight.
There was only one place left.
Walking purposefully past the tables, he pushed through another door. The bathrooms were here, four gender neutral ones lining the corridor.
Toeing open the nearest, he peered inside. It was empty, as was the lockable cubicle inside. Crossing the hall in one stride, he tried the next with the same results. The third, however-
You eyes snapped up, meeting his in the mirror just before you whirled around with a gasp, straightening your top.
Jungkook’s brow creased, gaze lingering even though you were now totally covered by your turtleneck. Once again, it had been too quick to be sure, but-
“What happened to you?”
Jungkook’s intense gaze met yours as he stepped inside, the door falling closed behind him. He didn’t miss your guarded stance, the way your eyes flickered to the exit.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeon,” you replied tersely.
Turning back to the mirror, you leaned over the sink to make a show of inspecting your hair. As if you couldn’t care less about his invasion.
But much as you hated to admit it, Jungkook may know you more than most people. Despite your… situation, it was hard to keep secrets and emotions at bay when your lives revolved around pushing the other, whether it be in a physical fight or in tactical play. Even those in your own circle were kept at a further distance. Trust wasn’t exactly an abundant resource in your world.
You just hoped the amount of times Jungkook had seen you hurt, sometimes from his own doing, wouldn’t pay off now. You knew he was still watching you.
He ground his teeth, then looked down at something.
“What’s this then?”
Turning back to him in irritation, you opened your mouth, only to freeze like that when you saw the pendant dangling from his fingers. Your father had given you that, a symbol of your belonging to his empire just before he died. While many of his members believed you weren’t fit to be with them, it reminded you they wrong.
You always wore it.
“Where did you get that?”
“What happened to you?”
Jungkook repeated his question rapidly in response to your own. All it prompted was more silence. But he had watched your unbothered air crack in front of him the moment he showed you the locket – something was wrong.
“Listen, Jungkook,” you spoke low, trying not to betray your shaking voice, “I’ve had quite enough for today. If you want to add to that, go ahead. Just tell the cleaners on your way out.”
Your words jarred Jungkook. Reminded him of all the reasons you would expect him to be here, and with good reason. A startling realisation of how far his feelings seemed to have strayed from the familiarity of your rivalry.
He took a breath, horrified. Expecting you to laugh any second, or even kick him in the face.
But you just waited.
“What did he do to you?” he pressed, taking a step.
He jolted to a stop the next second when you actually stepped away from him, backing against the sink.
“You know Ilwoon?”
“I hate the bastard, but yes,” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth, “care to tell me why he had this?”
You rolled your eyes.
“What do you think?”
“Is it the reason there’s blood in the sink?”
“Well done, Sherlock,” you bit, “don’t you think you could save your gloating for later?”
“He hurt you.”
You smirked drily.
“Are you just bitter because you never managed?”
He stared in disbelief. How were joking about this?
You still stared defiantly up at him, arms folded over your chest.
His next words came as little more than a breath.
“Let me see.”
You didn’t move.
“I’m sorry?”
He cleared his throat, suddenly hesitant to meet your eyes.
“Let- let me see. I can help.”
You were silent for so long that Jungkook looked back up at you, finding you still staring at him like he was crazy.
Perhaps he was.
But eventually, you dropped your arms and stepped to one side with a soft huff.
Stepping forward, Jungkook laid the necklace quietly on the counter before reaching out. Just before his fingers touched the hem of the fabric, he looked back up for confirmation.
You took a breath. Somehow, this didn’t feel as strange as it should.
A small nod from you, and he gently lifted the material, a crease emerging between his brows.
Chewing your lip, you looked away. Still, you couldn’t help eyeing the damage in the mirror beside you. The wound wasn’t of too much concern, but the blood was certainly a sight to behold. Your cleaning had done nothing to improve it.
A slash ran across your side. He had poor aim, the knife striking your ribs which had deflected it, extending the cut around your side where it was hard for you to reach without having to contort and receive a warning blast of pain from the injured spot.
You couldn’t help the hiss that left you when Jungkook’s fingers brushed against it. Withdrawing instantly, he looked back to you.
“Sorry, go ahead,” you muttered, averting your eyes again.
Still, when he turned on the tap to wet his hand, it returned cautiously, barely touching if he could help it. For the odd time he aggravated the wound, you simply bit your tongue.
Turning your eyes towards yourself in the mirror, you watched blankly. What should have been the most bizarre scene felt all too easy. Jungkook’s gaze remained focussed, fixed on his hands as they were painted red with your blood before it swirled away down the drain.
His hands left you then, prompting you to whip around in panic. Where was he going?
All you were met with was a low chuckle, a lopsided smile falling onto Jungkook’s lips. He stayed where he was, shrugging off his jacket.
“What are you-?”
Your question died on your lips as he bunched it up, bending slightly to tend to your wound again. Lost for words, you simply raised your arm slightly to give him better access as he pressed the fabric against your side.
Part of you felt bad for what was clearly an expensive jacket – the material wasn’t scratchy at all, barely irritating your injury.
“It should be treated properly,” he said.
“I’ll live.”
“I don’t doubt it. But… you’ll have someone look at it, right?”
You quirked a brow at him.
“So you can give me another one next week?”
“Of course not!”
His exclamation took you by surprise. Apparently, it did the same to him, both of you blinking at each other in the following quiet.
He sighed roughly, looking down to his shifting feet for a moment.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“Why would I do that?”
Your protest was weak and you knew it. Your voice came out tired. The care Jungkook had just showed you left you caving to the very thing you had always tried to resist. But after today’s events, you just wanted to let your guard down and tell someone.
He didn’t even have to say anything else. You sighed, leaned back against the counter.
“The new guy wanted to meet up, talk business with our gang. I didn’t turn up expecting anything, but the moment he saw they sent me, he seemed to take that as a sign of weakness. Not a word of business, just him being a creep until he attacked me when I wasn’t having it.”
Kicking the tiled floor as you spoke, a bitter scowl took over your face. You were more than capable of taking on/quick enough to take on this stupid newbie, but the knife had really taken you by surprise.
“I shouldn’t have even given him the chance,” you cursed, “but when this happened, it threw me enough for him to grab me. He seemed to enjoy it. Like that necklace was a bleeding trophy.”
Jungkook’s expression of hatred mirrored your own.
When your eyes fell on the jewellery sitting on the side, his followed. Saying nothing, he reached for it, stepped behind you.
Instinctively, you turned, meeting his eyes as he came behind you in the mirror. The necklace glinted innocently in the light as he raised it above your head, fastening it out of sight at the nape of your neck.
His fingers only grazed your skin as he pulled away. And if he saw the bruises on your neck, he said nothing about them. He knew all too well how humiliating it could be to come out this side of what should have been an easy fight.
“He wanted discussions with bangtan as well,” Jungkook said, as if it was the most innocent thing in the world.
But his smirk in the mirror ignited hope in you again.
Spinning around to face him, you pretended not to notice just how close this brought you to Jungkook. You were no stranger to being a breath away from him, but it was a different experience now you weren’t trying to attack each other.
“You mean he’s been in contact with both of us?”
“Would have thought he’d be smart enough to know not to get between enemies. When our bosses find out he wants to play us like this I don’t think they’ll be too happy, do you?”
Like falling into your magnetic pull, Jungkook shifted closer still. A smirk was growing over your features, eyes glinting in the light.
Your gaze dropped slightly, a finger coming to rest on his chest. Looking up at him, you tilted your head playfully. This confidence fit you much better, more familiar than the weakness Ilwoon had inflicted on you.
“And what about how we found out?”
“I don’t think that should be of concern when he’s running for his life.”
And you fell together at last, all that time you had spent fighting fading in the work of an instant. The tongue that loved to cut you down now tasted so sweet as you indulged in his lips at last. How you had ever been able to resist, you didn’t know.
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yoongiofmine · 12 hours ago
Lost Stars | JJK | Thirty - Finale
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x f!reader
Summary: Jungkook was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasn’t expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you.
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, drama, strangers to lovers. 
Chapter warnings: Final chapter! See the end of the post for ending ment! 💜
WC: 2.5K
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Jungkook’s surprise didn’t end with the stargazing. After you cuddled under the sea of stars, he drove you to a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, when you were expecting him to take you to a hotel or Airbnb for you to spend the weekend. But this was much better.
You only made it to the house a little after two am, so a very sleepy, but happy to see you, Jiyong opened the door and let you into her home. It was late, so your aunt only led you to the guest bedroom and promised you’d spend a lot of time together tomorrow. 
You were so tired and cold that the moment your head hit the pillows you were out like a light. 
When you woke up the next morning, Jungkook was already up and dressed for the day. He was standing next to the big windows of the room, looking out at the view, with a thoughtful frown between his eyebrows. 
���‘morning, Koo.” You yawned, calling his attention back to you. 
“There’s my sleepy head.” 
The man smiled and walked back to the bed, picking up your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss. 
“Are we really at Aunt Jiyong’s?” You blinked the sleepy away, pushing your body up to sit on the bed. 
“She invited us to stay the weekend.” He explained with a soft smile. “I think she wants to give you your christmas present, since we’ll be in Busan by then.” 
“That’s nice.” You smiled back, another yawn scrunching up your face. 
You were seeing Aunt Jiyong more regularly now, but she would always come to Seoul to visit you. You knew her house served as a headquarter of sorts now, with her team of brokers working there everyday. So you were surprised to be taken to the farmhouse for the first time. And by how quiet it was, you guessed no one else was out there today. 
“Jiyong is waiting for us with breakfast.” Jungkook pulled the covers off of you, hearing your groan of complaint. “Come on, jagi.” 
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 
Your feet dragged on the floor as you made your way into the small bathroom of the suite, doing your morning routine. When you came back into the room, Jungkook had picked out the first outfit you packed up last night, so you got dressed in silence. The boy was acting a little weird, you noticed. He always looked at you fondly, but this morning you could almost see the literal heart eyes on his face. And every now and then his thoughts would get a little lost and wandering. 
Once you were dressed in warmth, the two of you left the room and went to find the kitchen. Jungkook was holding your hand, guiding you through the many hallways of the house and knowing exactly where to go. You found it a little weird, but your sleepy brain chucked it off as him having paid more attention to your surroundings than you had done so last night. 
“Good morning, Yn-ie.” Aunt Jiyong was in the middle of the kitchen and opened her arms to greet you with a hug. You added that to the pile of weird things you had growing. “Jeongguk-ah, get the plates, please.”
“Yes, ajumma."
The boy moved around as if he knew where everything was. Aunt Jiyong led you to the round table in the corner of the kitchen, right under a big window that let you see all the greenery outside. You lived in a pretty secluded area of Itaewon, but you could still hear cars and people passing by at all hours of the day. Yet, the farmhouse was so quiet you could barely hear anything else besides the clinking of plates and cutlery as the breakfast was served. 
“You have sheeps?” You chirped, looking at the white fluffy dots in the distance. 
“Yes, darling.” Jiyong laughed at your amazed face. “Jeongguk can take you to see them later.”
You looked at your boyfriend, who had that sweet smile on his face again, and he nodded in agreement. As everything was plated and you started eating, Jiyong told you about the neighborhood and how it was so far away from everyone else that you could see stars at night. That’s when Jungkook told her you had stopped by the Beotgogae tunnel to watch the Milky Way before coming over, which is why you had arrived so late. 
All three of you ate eggs, bacon and pancakes as you told your aunt your news about the new job and she was very happy for you. You were partially nervous about telling her, knowing if anyone would find downsides to it, it would be her. Sure she would come up with a list of why working for a streaming company, on a big production like that, would be a bad idea. Instead, she just congratulated you and promised to watch it whenever it came out. 
After breakfast, Aunt Jiyong removed herself from the table, claiming she was late for an errand she had to run, but promised she’d give you the christmas present as soon as she got back. 
“Since when are you and my aunt so close?” You asked Jungkook once it was just the two of you in the house. 
“I wouldn’t say we’re close.” He scratched his ear, passing to you another dirty plate to wash. “I’m not scared of her anymore, I guess.” 
“She was laughing at your jokes.” You squinted your eyes at him, rinsing the glasses you had already cleaned. “And you kept serving her more juice?”
“I have a lot of respect for your aunt, jagi. I don’t think I could ever do what she does. What the two of you did.” He stopped behind you, hand pulling your hair to the side so he could leave a sweet kiss to the spot your neck met your shoulder. “Plus, she raised you. That’s enough reason for me to like her very much.” 
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“Look there, look!” Jungkook giggled as he talked to the baby sheep in his arms. 
“You’re so cute.” 
You cooed at the boy as he tried to get the small white animal to look at you as you used his phone to take a picture. Granted, you focused more on your boyfriend and his pretty smile than anything else. After nodding that you had gotten a few good shots, Jungkook put the baby down on the grass and giggled again as they jumped around to go back to their mother. 
“Cute.” The boy beamed again. 
“Alright, let’s go back!” You called for him, knowing Jungkook would be there all day if you let him. “I’m freezing!” 
“Don’t you wanna play with the cute sheeps, jagi?”
You had played with the cute sheeps, that’s all you had done for the past hour. But your fingers were hurting because you had forgotten your gloves inside. About thirty minutes ago you saw Aunt Jiyong’s car returning to the farmhouse and you were very curious about your christmas present. Back in the island it was rare for you to get any gifts at all, so you didn’t understand that whole mystery. Only if Jungkook would give up on the sheeps!  
“Alright, I’m coming.” The boy rolled his eyes, but jumped up the fence to join you once again. “Won’t you give me a hug?”
“Noooo, you smell like them now!” 
“Come on, jagiya, just a little hug!” 
“Stop right there!” You warned him as he tried to grab you. “Jeongguk!”
But he only laughed and tried to get you again, making you run away from him in a fit of nervous giggles. Jungkook was a lot faster than you, but he still let you get away from him, still let you reach the house first. At least you weren’t so cold now after the run. 
You took off your muddy boots by the kitchen door and darted through the house in search of your aunt, Jungkook following you close behind.
“Where’s the fire?” Jiyong stopped you from running, your socked feet almost causing you to fall. 
“Hi. Can I have my present now?” 
“You’ve become impatient since you stopped living with me.” Jiyong had her hands on her waist, but complied. “Alright, come with me. Bring Jeongguk with you.”
The boy was already following you, an encouraging smile on his face, as you joined your aunt in the living room of the farmhouse. But she wasn’t there alone. 
A man and a woman were sitting on one of the couches and both stood up as they saw you enter. The man was tall and strong, with sharp facial features, but warm eyes with crinkles in the corners. The woman was shorter, with a delicate face and beautiful long hair. You were taken over by a feeling of knowing them from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place it right now. 
“Stardust?” The man called to you, his eyes filling with tears. 
You recognized his voice instantly, still heard it in your head if you concentrated hard enough. You felt your knees go weak as you stumbled back, but Jungkook’s hands steadied you. 
“Appa?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Eomma?” 
“It’s us, Nari.” Your mother said, hands to her heart as her eyes sparkled and she tried not to cry. 
Nobody moved as you tried to gather your surroundings and make sense of what was going on. Your brain was overworking a mile a minute as you tried to understand if that was real, if you were dreaming. All it took was a little squeeze on your arm from Jungkook for you to realize your parents were actually right in front of you right now. 
He let you slip from his hands as you ran off to hug your parents tightly, both at the same time, in a messy but caring hug. His own eyes were brimming with tears but he bit the inside of his cheeks to stop them. Jiyong patted him in the back, letting him know it was okay; her own eyes were wet and nose red. 
Looking at your mother was like looking at an older version of you, but you had the same kind eyes as your father, Jungkook noted. 
“Are you staying? How are you here? What-” You had so many questions you didn’t know where to start.
“Why don’t we all sit down and chat?” Jiyong offered. 
“I’ll get some water.” Jungkook said and left you in the living room with your family. 
You just now noticed how you were the only one surprised about the fact that your parents were right in front of you for the first time after twenty years. But all in due time, so you sat on a couch between your mother and father. It still felt so surreal you had to hold both of their hands, afraid they would be taken from you if you let go. 
“We got out, darling.” Eomma told you. She looked tired and frail, but happy and free, which was the important thing for now. “Unnie got us out.”
“It was a whole sting operation, but we did it.” Jiyong smiled at her sister. “But my team would never have done it without Jeongguk’s support, Yn. I was really wrong about him.”
“Koo helped?” Your eyes caught the boy’s as he walked back into the living room, balancing four glasses of water in his hands.  
His face was completely red and his shrug dismissed your aunt’s impressed words. 
“It was his idea.” Jiyong continued. “You know how we had tried to break them out before and almost got caught twice. But we didn’t have Jeongguk’s help before. Even the presidential special forces got involved.” 
Your eyes were wide as you heard everything and you’d make sure to ask the play by play later, but for now the only thing on your mind was:
“So you’re both staying here forever? We can be together?” 
“We are never leaving you again, stardust.” Appa told you with a squeeze to your hand. 
Aunt Jiyong explained how your boyfriend connected the broker team to the right people and how he had helped them in person a few times as well, and she talked about him with as much admiration as he had for her. Your parents had been in South Korea for a week now, but had been undergoing psychological support at the same facility you and your aunt had to stay as soon as you moved into the country as well. 
They both had new documents and citizenship and were promised protection from the government, just like any North Korean who managed to flee into the country. They were safe. 
And you were free. 
Eomma and Appa would be living in the farmhouse with Aunt Jiyong now, until they got better and decided if they wanted to continue there or go somewhere else. But they were used to the quiet life, both too old to learn a whole new life style after so many years being deprived of information and technology. You knew they still had a long way ahead of them in order to adapt to their new reality, but it was a start. 
That first talk didn’t last long, even if you had a million questions and so many things you’d like to say, you didn’t want to overwhelm them and they needed rest. Everyone’s emotions were high, your head hurt a little from the surprise. So your parents went upstairs to sleep for a bit in their new room, and you and Jungkook went back to yours. 
“This feels like such a dream!” You threw yourself on the bed, face down. “Do you think they will like me?”
“What are you talking about, jagi? They love you.” Jungkook said, laying next to you. 
“No, I know… But essentially, they don’t know me anymore. It’s been two decades.”
“Even if they don’t know you properly, now you have the chance to get to know each other.” He smiled, encouragingly. “You have time.” 
Jungkook had been so supportive throughout all this. When he saw you get overwhelmed he would look at you, or simply call your name, and you’d focus again, you’d calm down. 
You owed him everything. You owed him your new life away from the beach, owed him your new friends. And now you owe him your family being together again. 
But the sweetest part was the fact he would never ask for anything in return, he did it all because of the love he had for you. Jungkook never ceased to amaze you, how selfless he was, how kind. And he was yours, so now you really had everything you could ever wish for in life. 
You felt so light, so fearless. Like a life of hiding and being scared was finally over. Your biggest fear of being found, of your parents being caught in North Korea and punished for treason, for helping you escape, was gone now. They were safe, just like you. You could finally live your life. And you got to do it beside the quiet boy who stole your heart in between the waves of the ocean and the stars in the sky. 
You never believed in the universe. And you never believed in fate or in destiny. But looking at the boy with a million galaxies in his eyes, you believed in him. 
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Ending ment: 
If you’ve made it this far!!!! Thank you! Thank you for reading this series, thank you for your comments, asks and interactions! And even if you were a silent reader, but was able to enjoy this, then I thank you for giving it a chance. 💜
I can’t believe this story is over, after months of so many of you following along! We had tears and laughs and I hope this little piece of land under the stars was able to bring you comfort, a distraction, or even just something nice to read at one point or another. I’m so sad to see this go, I poured my heart and soul into this and I could never imagine or anticipate all of the love that Lost Stars received! I will definitely miss it so much. 
It was so much fun to write cute Jungkook (and dom!koo bc cmon). All of the twists and turns! I was a little scared about bringing up the topic of North Korea, but all of you accepted it so well and worried about our little stardust! 
But all is well, she’s with her family now, blood and found! Jungkook found himself again, and Stardust is free. We can all rest easy. They will be so so so happy. 
Okay, enough of the sap. A little bit of shameless promo bc why not lol If you enjoyed my writing and would like to read more of what I still have to give, then stick around for my next series: Oh, Honey! A sugar daddy au with none other than mr. Kim Namjoon! It’s going to be a fun ride and I hope to see you all there again! 
A special thanks to @sopebubbles​ for being the best girlfriend, who heard me talk about this for literal months before it even saw the light of day. You inspire me so much, everyday. And thank you for not killing me when I didn’t tell you anything. And I’m sorry Yn wasn’t a mermaid. 
And also to @svgahigh​ for all of the support and encouragement you’ve always shown me. And for being super awesome and a great bestie that I know I can always turn to if I ever hit a slump or need an unbiased opinion! 
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holdinbacksecrets · 2 days ago
Hii! I have a little request (if you're still taking them ofc) for BTS. Idk what to call it but how would they feel if their s/o were to write them a song/poem to show their affection for them.
I haven't been here for a while bc of work and school, but I have really missed your writing!🥺 Wish I could give you a cupcake and return the favor cause you made my heart feel so sweet!🧁💖
hello! thank you for requesting and sharing such sweet words! i hope work and school are going well🤍
p.s. my requests are always open! 
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namjoon: you email it to him one night when you’re up late, he’s far as fuck away, and there’s nothing else that feels quite right to say, so you describe the ocean. you write about its ripples and waves and undercurrent. you write about wet sand, and the aroma that hits you right in the face. you wonder how it ever goes away: the sea salt the sea breeze the scent of ocean’s free. it’s something you can’t recreate.. you’d never bother to recreate love if it can’t be shared with him. if you don’t have forever then you’ll let it live in memories and pictures and the words overheard from lovers who stayed together
jin: ohmygod he loves it. maybe even turns him on a little bit too bc you’re the personification of affection, so it’s unexpected but so appreciated. something about you taking the time to love him like this- show your love in this way… ya, it’s hot. makes him feel seen
yoongi: you’re a damn good writer. like you’re published and everything and he knew your words before he knew you. before he ever met you. before he saw your face, and you’ve never given him a poem like this before with all your vulnerable in the messy handwriting he loves to make sense out of. goosebumps. so many goosebumps. tilts his head and looks up at you when you come into the room “please get over here”
hoseok: you read the poem to him aloud, and he pulls you onto his lap. he kisses your shoulder and doesn’t know what to say. so you hold his hand and lift your gaze to meet his emotion-filled eyes. he tells you you’re exquisite: knowing your heart, having your heart, hearing the love leave your mouth in this moment of intimacy… it’s exquisite
jimin: he’d read it so many times, and there would be one line in particular that had his heart racing. he’d write it down over and over again, until it sinks in, and then… tattoo it on his skin
taehyung: writes you something back and slips it beneath your pillow. you’re so confused when the entire day passes without him saying anything, but then you find the letter, and your heart swells (wait the idea of being penpals with your boyfriend is so cute ahhh)
jungkook: he would giggle. he would literally giggle his ass off and act all shy, but his eyes would stay sparkling, radiating love. they may become a little misty… “you do things like this… out of no where and i’m just…where did you come from? i’m so in love with you”
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strawbearytae · a day ago
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19. crackhead on the subway📎
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minniesvenus · 6 hours ago
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pairing: Jeon Jungkook×reader
genre: fluff
word count: 500ish, drabble
summary: where you feel alone but Jungkook is always there
warnings: none 
a/n: <3
You never had anyone you could have relyed on, no one to be the shoulder you could have rested on until Jungkook came but today he wasn’t here, he was working and you needed him more than ever. Your home felt cold, felt empty and it wasn’t doing you any favor when you were feeling lonely and needed some warmth. You decided to make some tea to relax, to find the warmth you were very much seeking right now but it wasn’t the same with having Jungkook with you. It was now hours later after you came home but the heavy feeling you had on your chest was growing rather than disappearing like you hoped it would.
You didn’t know what Jungkook was doing, or if he had the time or not for you if you were to be honest. It would have been probably better if you had called and asked but you didn’t want to hear the answer no and not be able to see him. So you were at his studio, hoping at least seeing him would make you feel better even if he was busy.
You knock on the door, and slowly open it to see Jungkook sitting on his chair and scribbling something on the notebook before him. His eyes turn to you as he hears your steps.
“Baby? Is something wrong? You should be sleeping by now.”
“No. Maybe a little bit but it’s nothing to worry about.”
He frowns, he can sense something is wrong with your tone but he knows if you are here it’s not for him to ask questions but just to be there for you and you do exactly that, not letting him talk before speaking again.
"Kook can I stay here with you? If you are busy it’s fine but I promise I won't distract you."
"Sure baby, wanna tell me what happened?"
"I just need to stay with you if it's okay?"
He tries to get up after hearing your soft voice and your eyes that are looking at him with little sparkles in them. He knows what those eyes mean, but you stop him.
"No don't move, I just want to sit on your lap that’s all. You won’t even know I’m here"
He smiles, understanding you just need to be held and nothing else.
You approach him, sit on his lap facing him, swing your legs from both sides of the chair, and wrap your arms around his waist. He doesn't waste any time before he wraps his arms around your body, fully taking you in his embrace. He starts caressing your back softly, following a steady rhythm hoping he can soothe you a little more like that.
You put your head on his neck, nuzzling and taking in his scent, finally your heart finding the warmth it was searching for all day.
"You know you'll always have me by your side right baby?"
"I love you so much Kook." You just say you can’t even imagine what would have happened if he wasn't always there to hold you.
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hobipost · a month ago
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— explicit drabble; jungkook x f. reader; someone call the horny patrol 🚔 i randomly remembered this jungkook existed and almost A YEAR LATER he still has me in a chokehold...
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You won't lie, you always wondered what Jungkook would be like if he was rougher in bed. He's much more into vanilla sex, and you have absolutely no complaints about it. Zero. Sex with him is always good, and you love the slow, steamy kinda thing.
You don't know what came over to him, you're sure you never let it out of your mouth. Jungkook simply came home after a concert, and with no further explanation dragged you to his room and proceeded to make almost every single little dirty desire you've been having the past weeks come true.
It started with his fingers. The tattooed ones. Two plugged into you with so much ease it felt like he used a whole bottle of lube. Well, he actually used it later to eat you out. It tastes like grapes and is one of his greatest purchases. Jungkook is used to fingering and eating you out, but this time... The way he didn't take his fingers away even if you were scooping up in bed, or how he spitted on your pussy like it wasn't wet enough — it's simply not a Jungkook thing. Then, after you cummed so hard you felt your throat starting to get sore from the screeches of pleasure, he took you from behind, edging you to the point of tears, marking your skin, tattooing it as his. Your hair was a mess in his large, rough hands, and every time he increased the pressure, your pussy spasmed around him.
Truly, he stopped sometimes to ask if it was okay. "I can take it. Fuck that pussy open," was your response. And so he did.
Burning like fire and tingling everywhere — if you have to describe what you're feeling for hours now, this would be the perfect description. Your poor knees and thighs are already sore from riding this man for god knows how long, but you can't stop. Every time you go up leaving only his tip inside, you can't resist coming back down until you feel him in your gut. Fuck. Is this why people are obsessed with rough sex? You can understand why.
"Kook," you whine, voice so thin and small you sound like a helpless woman. "I c-can't..."
Jungkook only forces his digits on your jaw. "You can and you will. Don't you dare stop now that you're almost there."
You take his words and use the back of the couch as leverage, knuckles white from the pressure of your fingers, but you don't stop. Slower, on a sensual and rough grinding, but you keep going. He's right anyway. Your trembling legs are trying desperately to close around his thick thighs to no avail. Jungkook, however, looks peaceful like he's just lounging on a random episode of In The Soop. That fucker. Meanwhile, you're fighting for your life against his dick. How can he last so long?! You lost count of the times you came and you're so sore you can imagine all the struggle to walk for the next days, and he just cummed once.
"Baby. Oh my god." Almost yanking the couch's back cushions, your whole body trembles in the arrival of your nth orgasm. The first reaction you have is trying to raise from his dick and press your clit to intensify the sensation. To breath some air for god's sake. But Jungkook has different ideas, simply holding your hip and forcing you back down on his cock, unmoving, making you soundly choke like it's on your mouth. With your clit now pressing against his hip, you have nowhere to put your hands, and they glide against his body with ease in search of some consolation because this is wrecking you. Your poor body is curling like a ball in his arms, brain shutting down like an overloaded windows 97.
Sweat is everywhere, you look like you both just came out of a boiling shower. Jungkook is gorgeous, a living sculpture crafted by gods — but now, fuck... His eyebrows, big nose, jawline, neck, chest, hips, thighs... No part of him isn't stimulating you in some kind of way right now.
"Stay still."
"Jungkook..." A pleading for mercy.
"Stay. Still. I wanna feel you clench around me. Fuck. How can you get so tight?"
You don't know how long it takes for your high sensation to subside, but when it does, you're hyper-aware of his thick cock still buried inside of you. Breathing like you've been underwater all this time, you whine weakly when he moves to trace his nose through the length of your sweaty neck, dick moving slightly.
Jungkook suddenly manhandles you to lay on the couch, and your legs try desperately to close because you know what that means. You're still sensitive and puffy. You can hear your poor pussy screaming at you Woman Give Me A Break For God's Sake. But Jungkook buries himself even deeper, making you choke a moan again.
"B-baby! What happened to you?! Oh my god!"
"Don't you like it?"
You take in his figure above you, glistening, hard, smelling like sex, and like Jungkook (you can't explain it but it's your favorite smell). His tattoos look like contemporary paintings, and you want to kiss them. Want him to take you from behind while choking you with that tattooed hand. Want to suck that goddamn silver ring on his lip.
"I fucking do."
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jjkthclub · 2 months ago
Mr. Right (Swipe)
Pairing: Jungkook / You Genre: one shot, fratboy!au, drummer!au, enemies to lovers!au Rating: M Warnings: slow burn, library sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex Word count: 30.1k Summary: Jeon Jungkook is well aware that he’s the bane of your existence. He just loves to push your buttons and lives to see you all riled up. So, what happens then when he catches you swiping left on his Tinder profile during class?
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Jungkook is late to his class. He’s not just late, he is terribly late. Running on two and a half hours of sleep and caffeine, he quickly dashes through the campus grounds to get to the building.
A few minutes later when he arrives, he quickly makes a decision to enter through the top part of the auditorium.
Once seated on one of the seats in the last row, he rummages through his backpack and puffs out a tired sigh. Great. He managed to shove in his water bottle, his drum sticks, a packet of chips and a protein bar this morning but not his notebook.
He then turns to the person on his right, surprise settling on him when he sees that his seatmate is none other than his favorite person to annoy.
Nudging your arm, he whispers, “Hey, princess. Can I have some paper please?”
Your eyes are fully glued on your notebook while you write and when you feel someone’s elbow, you avert your gaze from your paper.
Jungkook sends a boyish smile, the same one he sported when you first met him.
The first time you and him interacted was when he took the vacant seat next to you. You sat in the third row that time, not wanting to look overzealous by sitting at the very front.
You watched him from your peripheral vision as he set his iced coffee on the desk before you focused on listening to your professor. As you jotted key points away, he softly tapped your arm.
“Hey, can I have a piece of paper?”
Your eyes darted from your notebook to his round ones. He had that youthful smile on his face that could charm anyone in the room, reminding you of the first time you laid your eyes on him.
It was the second day of freshman year when you caught a glimpse of Jungkook for the first time.
He had red highlights on the tips of his hair and during that time, everyone in your class started gasping when he entered the room with his guy friends. They shamelessly ogled and started to chatter with one another, his name dropping from their lips.
You turned to the girl beside you and asked curiously, “Who is that?”
“That’s Jungkook. He’s like the biggest player in campus,” she said, practically snarling under her breath.
You tore your gaze away from him as soon as he and his friends managed to get seated towards the left side of the lecture hall.
Word on the street was that Jungkook is the classic fuckboy who would date different girls every few weeks. They said that he was an asshole and a walking red flag who would play with their feelings and lead them on, making all these empty promises only to dip in the end.
You can see why every girl looks like they’re practically ready to kiss the ground he walks on and why he’s venerated as though he’s some sort of a deity. He’s obviously an attractive man, his piercings, tattoos, outfits and his cocky grin all adding to his charm and charisma.
And so the moment he occupied the empty seat beside you and talked to you for the first time to ask for a paper and pen, you decided that you’d write him off and that you’d never waste your time on him.
You were determined to never let him—or anyone—distract you. Not that you were looking for anything or hoping to get into a relationship. Back then, as a freshman, you just wanted to get settled in and focus on doing well with your studies.
You flipped a page of your notebook to tear a piece off.
He nodded at you appreciatively while you returned your attention to the front.
“You also got a spare pen I can borrow?” he asked after a moment.
You frowned slightly. “How can you even come to class without a pen and paper?”
“Well, I woke up five minutes ago and I had to run to get here which means that I—”
With his quick manner of speaking and the voice of your professor clashing, you grabbed a pen from your case.
“Here,” you said, placing it on his palm.
“Thanks,” Jungkook whispered.
Twenty minutes later, your professor finally announced a fifteen-minute break before resuming with the second half of the lecture.
“So,” Jungkook began. “Economics. Fun, am I right?”
You faced him with a straight expression. “Very.”
He flashed you a grin. “I’m Jungkook.”
“I’m not interested,” you quipped.
He raised a brow, playing off your response coolly. “Interested in what? Can’t I just introduce myself to a classmate?”
You cocked your head slightly. “Of course, you can.”
You were pretty sure that that was the moment he decided that you were his new target and that you were the one he’d want to bother until he graduates.
He simpered as he perched his elbow on the wooden desk and rested the side of his head on his palm. He kept his stare on you.
There’s something about you that drew him and piqued his interest. It’s most likely your indifference and your cold shoulder towards him.
Unlike other girls, you actually seem repulsed by the attention he’s giving you. And he cannot for the life of him fathom why he enjoys your distaste for him.
He observed you while you concentrated on organizing what you’ve written, drawing your mind maps out neatly.
You looked at him from the corner of your eye for a split second before returning to your notebook. He looked cute. You can give him that. But then, you reminded yourself of who he is, how he is and what people have said about him.
You’re not one to believe hearsay about other people but with the way he strutted around campus, it was hard not to dismiss those rumors.
As he watched you, he thought that you’re the serious type, placing importance on your studies, which of course is a remarkable thing but you didn’t strike him as someone who played very often.
Having gotten this judgement, he clearly has his work cut out for him and if he wants you to look at him and see that he’s worth your time, then he has to put in the effort. It’s a challenge he wants to take.
As a matter of fact, he did take it because after that first meeting, Jungkook always feels challenged whenever he talks to you. And he loves it because he never knows what to expect from you.
Over the next few weeks after that first meeting in freshman year, his attempts at frivolity grew into full-blown teasing.
He bickered with you, flirted with you and riled you up while you flustered him, excited him and opposed him. You find him a pain in the ass and he likes being that pain in your ass. That’s your relationship in a nutshell.
Presently, as you give a piece of paper to him, you can’t help but think how time whizzed by quickly.
It’s crazy how one moment, you were all a bunch of newbies, navigating through college life and now, you are almost there at the finish line. There’s one year left before you and Jungkook graduate and enter the next chapters of your lives.
As the lecture goes on, Jungkook’s concentration begins to wade. Exhaustion is catching up to him, making him too tired to take in the information being taught.
Instead of continuing to take down notes, he starts to doodle on his paper. He scribbles randomly on the page, mentally reliving the party he attended last night.
Ten minutes before the lecture ends, he finally sets his pen down. He shifts on his seat and glances over at you.
You’re not writing. You’re just looking at the front, your chin perched on your palm, looking bored. He wonders what’s on your mind.
After a moment, you’re bringing out your phone from your pocket and you’re lowering your gaze as you open it under the desk.
Jungkook can perfectly see your screen from his seat and astonishment dawns on him when he sees you using Tinder.
As you start to view the profiles that pop out on your screen, you think about your conversation with your friends last night.
It was pizza and movie night at one of your friends’ dorms and the topic of dating came up. Most of your friends have significant others and they asked you when you’ll get back to the dating scene.
You could only shrug as a response, not really sure what to say. It’s not like you could just offer a specific date to them.
Now that you muse about it, it has been some time since you last dated. You’ve fully moved on from your last flame and you have enjoyed focusing on yourself during the end of sophomore year until the beginning of junior year.
So now, maybe you do need to open yourself up again into something new and welcome a new chapter, a new person.
Your friends talking about Tinder last night intrigued you as you listened to the conversation. They even advised you to try it after you revealed that you really haven’t gone on it properly and tried talking to people there.
You were initially sceptical of it because you know that it’s mostly for fun hookups. But then again, maybe fun is exactly what you need because let’s be honest, serious relationships in Tinder are rare to find. It’s rare but it isn’t impossible.
When your friend said last night that maybe Mr. Perfect is just one swipe away, you almost snorted out a laugh. She believes in someone who’s non-existent way too much. But that’s just how she is and you love her for sticking with her beliefs and ideals and for being true to herself.
Last night in bed, all you did was build your profile, selecting all your best photos and thinking of a good bio to write.
Now, five minutes before this class ends, you muster the courage to finally start using it. You’ll try and see how it goes. There’s no harm to it anyways. And you’ve got nothing to lose.
Jungkook observes you carefully as you inconspicuously use the app under the desk.
So far, none of the profiles have tickled your fancy. Even after spending some time to read and browse photos, you’d still swipe left. He can’t say that he’s surprised with your judgements.
This is pointless, you think. There is literally no one here.
You go to a big, public university and yet none of the guys here or in the area have caught your attention and made you swipe right.
Admittedly, some of the ones that you swiped left on have been on the grounds of physicality. But most of them you turned down because of the questionable things that they would write on their short bios.
When a familiar face appears on your screen, you double blink.
It’s Jungkook.
Few seconds later, he’s gasping as he witnesses your thumb mercilessly swipe left on his profile.
Startled, you whip your head, instinctively pressing the lock button on your phone.
“I am so offended right now,” he mutters under his breath, appalled.
He effortlessly snatches your phone from your hold.
“Hey!” you yelp, regretting it immediately after a few people in your area sent you reproachful looks. “Give me that.”
“I can’t believe you swiped left on me, princess,” he says, clutching his chest as he feigns an agonized expression. “Am I not right swipe material?”
Your eyes widen, embarrassment bleeding in your cheeks, your neck and earlobes. “You saw that?”
“Hard not to watch when you were like this,” he replies, proceeding to exaggeratedly mimic your previous position of you using your phone under the desk, swiping off all the profiles that would pop out.
“Have I ever told you that I hate you?”
“Eighteen times,” he drawls, a mischievous smile creeping up on his lips. “Seven yesterday, ten on Monday and one today. And pretty much a thousand times for the last three years.”
You groan at the insufferable guy. “I really hate you.”
“There’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you’re confusing your emotions.”
You scoff. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”
“I would.”
“Oh, just give me my damn phone,” you growl.
He shakes his head. “Not until you tell me why you swiped left on me. You didn’t even read my bio. You just swiped left. That’s like a smack in the face.”
“Is it really that deep?” you ask, shoving your notebook and folder in your bag when the class is dismissed.
“Yeah,” he argues, packing his stuff simultaneously as you both prepare to leave your seats. “I almost cried.”
“You’re so dramatic,” you mumble under your breath before standing up and falling in stride with him as you make your way down to the main door of the lecture hall. “It’s not even that deep.”
“It actually is.”
You scoff. “You know you would’ve done the same if you saw my profile.”
“Uh, no,” Jungkook retorts. “I would’ve swiped right at you.”
“Believe it or not, princess, I quite fancy you from time to time when you’re not glaring at me,” he says, swirling his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
There’s no way that that’s true. You think he’s just spewing absolute bullshit and toying with you, like he always does.
Once you’re both out the door, your hand tries to reach for your phone again but he’s too swift.
“Seriously, Jeon. Give me back my phone,” you whine. “I’m gonna be late to my next class.”
“You haven’t given me a reason yet.”
“Fine. You’re not my type. And I don’t go for frat boys. There. Happy?”
No. Not happy. He is the opposite of happy.
He’s not your type? Okay, first of all, ouch. And second of all, he’s been called a lot of things by girls before but never once did a girl tell him that he’s not their type.
If anything, he would be everyone’s ideal type. So to hear that from you is really flustering. That was a hard blow coming from you.
“Huh. It appears that our problem here is much worse than I thought.”
Your brows furrow. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ll tell you what,” he says in a heartbeat. “Why don’t you try me?”
“Let me take you out on a date,” he offers. “Give me a chance even if I’m not your type.”
Stunned, you blink at him as you try to process what he just said.
“You’re asking me to go out with you. On a date.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am,” he retorts dryly. “I’m dead serious.”
Mouth going agape, you wheeze a soft exhale. “Yeah. That’s not happening. Not in a million years.”
“Even if we matched, you still wouldn’t go out on a date with me?”
Your face winces. “No. Why would I? I don’t even like you.”
His mouth parts, offended.
Most girls would proclaim how much they like him and would whisper strings of praises and affirmations in his ear. But then again, you’re not most girls.
You’re the only person who’s real with him, the one who doesn’t pretend to be someone else or keep up with appearances.
You’re the only person who never backs down to every comment that he makes. You’re the one who always has a witty comeback for him and the one who can keep up with his antics.
You’re the one who makes him smile and laugh and you’re the fun part of his life even if you’re not necessarily close friends.
“Okay, but isn’t that the whole point of going on a date? So you can get to know a person better and see if you like them and if you both click together?”
Blinking at him, you quip, “So are you saying that after one date, I’ll just suddenly have feelings for you?”
“Who said anything about one date?” he counters with a cocky grin.
“Nope. I’m not doing it.”
“Okay. How about this? If I can’t make you like me before the semester ends, then I promise to leave you alone. I won’t annoy you anymore.”
You shake your head. “What part of no do you not understand, Jeon?”
“Oh, come on, princess. We have eight weeks left,” he coos, looking at you with those doe eyes of his.
Your face twists at the thought of going on dates with your enemy.
“I still have your phone, by the way,” he adds, swinging your device in the air.
“Why do you even want to get to know me?”
“Did you not hear what I said earlier? I said I fancy you.”
You give him an unimpressed look. “I’m sure you’ve said that to lots of girls before.”
“Well, yes, but I mean it this time. I’m serious. I wanna show you what you’re gonna get if you swiped right on me and then we matched. Trust me, you’ll regret swiping left on me.”
You snort derisively. “And trust me, in eight weeks, I still won’t have feelings for you. Nothing will change between us.”
He has a smug smile, satisfied at himself for saying that because he knows that you love to be challenged. This will be fun because you’re not the only one who likes a challenge.
“Is that a yes, then?”
You heave a thick sigh. “You know what? Fine. I’ll go on dates with you.”
You’re going to prove him wrong and show him that all you’ll have after eight weeks are feelings of annoyance and distaste and not romantic feelings.
He exhales out a triumphant ‘yes’ as he fumbles with your phone, quickly keying in his number before sending a text to himself.
When you have your phone back, you stare at your screen. Of course, Jungkook would put the eggplant emoji next to his name.
When you’re both outside the building, you start to diverge in different directions.
He looks over his shoulder and waves at you.
On your way to the library, your friend Ten suddenly approaches you.
“Was that Jungkook with you?” he asks as though he’s ready for some juicy gossip.
Ten has been your friend ever since freshman year. He’s a Chemistry major who always tells you about how he hopes to find a cure for cancer one day.
You and him met at the nursing home that you volunteer for and since then, you’ve been close like siblings.
You look at him, his hair buried under a beanie and his ears cutely sticking out. “Yep.”
He slides his dark round specs up. “What was that all about?”
“He caught me swiping left on him in class. And now he’s asking me to go out on dates with him to try and win my heart.”
Ten laughs. “You swiped left on him?”
You nod, bringing out your student card from your pocket and scanning it at the entrance.
“That’s gotta be a huge blow to his ego,” he says behind you. “So are you actually going out on dates with him?”
You hum in confirmation.
“It’s not like I’ll actually fall in love with him,” you tell him resolutely. “You know I don’t go for frat boys.”
“If you say so.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, arching a brow up.
His shoulders shrug. “I’m just saying, you and Jungkook have been rivals since forever. I’ve seen the way you act around him. You always say that you hate him but maybe you just don’t want to admit the fact that deep down, you have a crush on him.”
“Me? Having a crush on Jungkook? I can barely stand the guy. And I’m pretty sure that the feeling is mutual too.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, sceptical.
You’re unsure as to why Ten thinks that you and Jungkook secretly have a crush on one another and are showing it through bickering when it’s clear that there is nothing that lies beneath your hatred and disgust.
It’s the most absurd thing you’ve ever heard today. That, and Jungkook telling you that he fancies you. It makes you want to laugh, if you’re being honest.
“Ooh, I got a text from Luis,” Ten broadcasts chirpily.
He grins while reading his phone and typing on his keyboard. Knowing him, he’s about to spend the next fifteen minutes texting his boyfriend.
You shake your head and start to make your way to an empty table, dumping your bag down and bringing your books out.
As you write down your notes, you tune out your surroundings and decide that you’re not going to let thoughts of Jungkook infiltrate your head.
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The next day, the thorn in your side approaches you as you make your way to class.
“Morning, princess,” he greets, his voice scratchier than normal.
You turn to look at him. “How come you’re early?”
“That’s because I didn’t sleep,” he reveals.
“We played for an event last night,” he says, fixing the front part of his hair.
To be fair, most students wouldn’t even bother going to class the next day if they went out the night before and got home at five in the morning. They’d just choose to take the day off and sleep.
But as much as Jungkook likes to play, he also wants to get good grades, which is why he decided to just stay awake so he can attend class.
“Here, let me help you with that,” he says, taking the two thick purple binders from your hold. “Fucking hell. Do you carry these in your bag every day?”
“It’s almost midterms. I need to study.”
With a pout, he remarks, “This is definitely not good for your back. Speaking of back, are you at least getting your back blown on the regular?”
“I am not talking to you about my sex life,” you hiss lowly.
He bares his teeth. If he could raise his arms up in surrender, he would.
“Jeez. You don’t need to. Based on your attitude, I already have my answer.”
Ugh. You have never wanted to choke a guy so bad.
“You’re such a little shit,” you snarl.
Turning on the first left and heading inside the lecture theater, you take a seat in the fourth row. Jungkook follows, placing your binders on the desk and his bag on the floor once he’s seated beside you.
“So, for our first date—”
“Are you actually serious about that?” you ask abruptly before bringing your notebook out.
“Did I look like I was joking?” he counters, lifting a brow up. “And besides, you agreed to it. No takebacks. Anyways, what’re you doing on Saturday?”
His lips twitch up for a smile. “Okay. Great. I’ll pick you up at three.”
“Where exactly are we going?”
He snickers. “You just like knowing everything, don’t you, princess?”
“Of course. You should know that by now.”
The corner of his lips lifts upwards. “If I tell you, then it’ll take away the element of surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
He snorts, humorless. “You hate everything.”
“Including you.”
“Please. In eight weeks, you won’t be able to stop thinking about me.”
You scowl. “Don’t flatter yourself, Jeon.”
He shrugs, a self-assured smile spreading his pierced lips. “In fact, I probably only need three dates for you to fall for me and my charms.”
You scoff and roll your eyes.
Your professor finally speaks, the different conversations in the room immediately dying down. She announces the final project this semester, earning a groan from the class.
The project is a group one and is worth sixty percent of your final grade. Every pair has to choose a topic and it’s up to them to read and research. And in eight weeks, you all have to present in class.
Jungkook shifts comfortably in his seat, stretching his long legs out from under the desk. He counts down the minutes until he can flirt with you again.
Meanwhile, you’re taking notes of everything that your professor says about the project. You raise your head when she goes through the checklist and announces the pairs. She calls your name.
Please don’t let it be Jungkook. Please don’t let it be Jungkook.
“And Jungkook.”
As if your week couldn’t get any worse, fate or your professor by the looks of it decides to have you and him as project partners.
“Oh, for the love of God,” you mutter under your breath.
With a Cheshire cat smile, Jungkook nudges your arm with his elbow. “I’m looking forward to working with you, princess.”
You drop your head down the table, grunting miserably. “Fuck’s sake.”
He laughs, finding this too enjoyable. “You should consider it as a privilege that you’re partnered with me.”
“Privilege?” you scoff. “Don’t you mean punishment?”
He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically.
“Savage,” he exclaims under his breath.
After the project talk, the lecture finally commences and time moves agonizingly slow.
When your professor finally dismisses the class ninety minutes later, you swiftly shove your stuff in your bag, determined to get out of this room as soon as possible.
On your trail is Jungkook who catches up quickly and walks beside you.
“So, partner. What’s the plan for this project?”
“Don’t worry, I got this,” you tell him. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“What? No way. I’m not letting you do everything by yourself. It’s called a group project for a reason.”
“Okay. Then help me take out books from the library so we can do research,” you answer, fishing for your student card in your pocket. “We have to make sure that we come up with good points and some data to back it up. That should at least get us an A.”
“Right,” he nods as he scans his card before heading into the building. “Points and data. Got it.”
As soon as you step inside, you’re welcomed with the coldest breeze that wafts from the several aircons around.
“Jesus, it’s cold in here.”
You look at Jungkook who also felt the nipping gust. He zips up his Beta Tau Sigma hoodie and lowers the sleeve down, concealing his fists as he shivers.
“Guess someone turned the aircon a little bit too high,” he remarks.
Going to the nearest vacant computer, you sit down and get to work, searching for books about economics.
Jungkook takes the seat beside you, spinning round in his chair. For someone who didn’t get any sleep, he’s pretty energetic and lively. He’s probably high on caffeine again.
“You know, I can think of other ways for us to get warm,” he says with a frisky smile, sliding his chair closer.
Whipping your head to face him, you scowl. “Does everything have to be sexual with you?”
“I was thinking about us getting coffee, princess. You’re the one with the dirty mind,” he replies before he makes a loud sniffing sound.
“Please. We both know you weren’t thinking of getting coffee,” you say before staring at the monitor.
You bring out your sticky notes from your bag and tear a piece, copying down the Dewey numbers of the books.
“Then what am I thinking of?”
You glance at him, irked. “You were thinking of sex, you idiot.”
A smirk crosses your partner’s face. “Oh, yeah. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Ugh. You’re disgusting. I really can’t stand you.”
“Well, you better sit down then,” he says, sticking his tongue out and wagging it at you.
“I already am,” you retort, shoving the sticky note on his chest. “Now get these books and I’ll wait for you at the checkout counter.”
“Yes, boss.”
You can only roll your eyes and sigh as you watch him walk towards the stairs like one of those toy soldiers from The Nutcracker.
Man, it is going to be such a long day.
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For your first date, he takes you to the nature reserve just in the outskirts of the city.
You would’ve expected a movie or dinner date. To be honest, even before this, he didn’t strike you as a person who goes on dates. With his status at campus, you would think that he’s someone who just plays around with girls in the bedroom.
“Why here?” you ask as you start walking the path, curiosity washing you.
He shrugs, relaxed. “I like nature. I like being in the forest. And… I don’t know, I feel like there’s something so romantic about taking a walk with someone. You can talk to them and just enjoy their company.”
You look at him, surprised to see this side of him. There’s something so gentle and bashful about him in the way he offers his reason.
Your eyes then pan down on his white denim jacket. It looks good on him. Colors suit him.
“You’re not wearing black today.”
“Thought I’d try something new for a change,” he remarks, smiling at you.
Come to think of it, you’re also trying something new here. You’re literally spending time with the person who irks you most of the time. Maybe this semester is all about change.
On the way to the lake, you walk past different people. There was a biker who smiled at the two of you. There was an elderly couple who was taking the same path as you, with you and Jungkook letting them go first. There was also a dog running around the field.
When it approached you, Jungkook had the biggest smile and he made the most adorable sound when he giggled.
He knelt down and gently stroked the Golden Retriever who was looking up at him.
You tended to the dog as well, feeling titillated when it responded to your command and put its paw up.
He watched you, grinning, before he peppered the dog with belly rubs.
Behind him, his owners start to get close. They’re a couple who you reckon are in their mid-forties.
They sociably greet the two of you, telling you the dog’s name.
Jungkook brims with enthusiasm as he listens and chats to the lovely couple, proclaiming his love for dogs.
“I didn’t know you’re such a big dog lover,” you say to Jungkook once you’ve said your goodbyes to the couple as they continue their afternoon walk with their energetic pet.
“Yeah. I love them. Back home, I have a dog. His name’s Bam. He’s a Doberman.”
You watch him speak animatedly about this, his eyes scintillating. It’s quite endearing, really.
“And… you would’ve known this if you viewed my photos on Tinder,” he adds.
You purse your lips, sending a guilty smile his way. “Right. Of course you’ll put your dog there.”
“That’s like one of the things that girls find attractive in guys whenever they’re on dating sites. Here. Let me show you photos of Bam.”
Opening his gallery on his phone, he shows you strings of images of a muscular and built Doberman as his finger swipes to the left.
You let out a gasp, expecting that he would have a puppy back home.
“Oh my God, that is one huge dog,” you remark, leaning forwards to zoom your gaze on the photo of Bam.
“My Dobie is actually still young,” Jungkook reveals.
“You mean to say he’s not yet a fully grown adult?”
“Yup. He’s still a baby. He’s like a giant baby dinosaur.”
There’s one photo of Jungkook and his dog that particularly made you coo, your heart melting immediately. It’s a shot where he and his dog are on a bus and the latter is staring at the former while he eats his food.
“He’s so adorable,” you tell him.
Jungkook swipes his hair back and grins cockily. “I know.”
“I was referring to Bam, you goof.”
Jungkook scrunches his nose as he chuckles.
Okay, maybe Bam’s owner is adorable too.
“My cousin took that photo of us when we were on a family trip,” he reveals.
You ask him if he has any siblings and the conversation would go on naturally.
From the things he’d tell you and the way he talks about his parents, you learn how family-oriented he is.
He gets to know you better and you get to know him beyond the basic facts. Because if there’s one thing about Jungkook, it’s that he has a tendency to talk a lot whenever you’re in class together.
You would sit there, casually minding your own business and Jungkook, being the unhinged boy that he is, would always be the one to start the conversation and talk to you about parties that he would attend, the events that he and his band would play for, the clubs he’d go to.
Through classes was also how Jungkook knew that you’re not the type to go out frequently.
It’s why he always teases you. He would remark how uptight you are and how he can help you take off that stick up your ass. And when you’d reply with a grimace, he’d laugh. Then you would smack his arm and he’d giggle louder.
“I honestly think that dorms should allow pets,” you opined as you both walk near the lake.
“It’d literally make everything better. Pets can reduce stress and students are always stressed,” he remarks, putting back his phone in his pocket.
“They’re like our emotional support.”
“They are.”
He looks ahead at the serene lake, spring bringing a fresher air and a lighter breeze everywhere, coloring the surroundings with its blooming promises. “So, do you have an emotional support animal?”
“I have a hamster back home. She’s called Nugget.”
“Nugget!” Jungkook exclaims. “Great name.”
You fight off a smile before panning your gaze down on the grass.
Silence embraces the two of you as you reach the dock.
You sit down on the edge of the platform and place your bag down.
Beside you, Jungkook’s eyes are closed as he tilts his head back and breathes in the fresh air, the calming sound of waves serenading his ears.
Compared to before, the silence is somehow much more comfortable now. It isn’t awkward as you expected it to be.
He brings his phone out and decides to capture the beginning of the sun’s descent. With the blue sky starting to fill with an orange hue, he thumbs on his screen and takes several photos.
Trying out for different picturesque sceneries, he moves and decides to film other parts of the reserve—from the lake, the trees, down to the people strolling in leisure.
Still not satisfied from getting that one perfect shot, he sits up and takes a few steps back.
He stays behind and smiles when you’re in the frame. You’re busy looking ahead, too hypnotized by the deepening sunset to even notice Jungkook who’s in his photographer mode.
He presses the button and takes the photo, thinking that he’s got it. It’s the perfect candid.
Walking over and sitting beside you again, he proudly shows you his shot and your eyes slightly widen, lips parting in awe.
“It looks like a painting,” you say, fingers zooming in on the sky. “That’s so pretty.”
While you admire the image, his eyes are locked on you. His gaze slowly roams around on the side of your face, a smile threatening to melt into his lips as he looks at your features up close.
“It is,” he murmurs as though he’s in a trance.
“Huh?” He shakes his head, setting his phone down on the ground. “Nothing.”
A few seconds of peace graces the air as you both watch the sun slowly disappear from the horizon, leaving a splash of orange and yellow in the sky.
“I’ve been thinking,” Jungkook speaks, finally filling the peaceful air.
“Don’t lie,” you counter, flashing a teasing smile.
He glares at you, frowning at your shit-giving reflex.
You don’t give him an inch and that’s what he likes about you.
“Are you gonna continue the rest of your sentence?”
“Butterflies taste with their feet,” Jungkook declares.
You almost snort out a laugh but you purse your lips together and compose yourself. “What?”
“Oh, come on. You know you wanna laugh,” he says, egging you on.
You tighten your lips harder, shaking your head.
“I’ve made you smile and laugh a couple of times before,” he points out.
“Yes. You’re right. I do smile. I smile whenever you leave,” you toss as a comeback.
“All I’m hearing is that you love watching me whenever I leave,” he says with a mischievous smirk splashed across his lips. “I wouldn’t blame you because I’d watch myself too. I mean, have you seen my ass?”
“What ass?”
His mouth gapes, a gasp drawing out from his throat.
“Sick burn,” he says, pleased.
Your lips stretch upwards for a triumphant smile, giving him a shrug.
“I’ll have you know that I actually got cake,” he boasts, nodding downwards.
Again, you’re rolling your eyes in response, shaking your head to control and stifle a laugh.
“You know, turtles can breathe through their buttholes,” he blurts out.
This time, your snort becomes a full-on laugh as you try to process what just came out of his mouth.
He scrunches his nose and starts to giggle, joining you in your mirth. His bunny teeth are on full display as he watches you laughing with a carefree disposition.
Seeing you laugh is the most beautiful sight Jungkook has ever seen. And hearing your giggles is the most endearing sound he’s ever heard.
Hell, he’s willing to make a fool of himself if it means that he gets to see you smiling and laughing.
Looking at him makes you wonder why you two keep on fighting so much every time you’re together.
Why does he always have to annoy you and wind you up when you could just have conversations like this one, where you could just laugh and say random stuff to each other? Jeon Jungkook is actually funny and nice, a good listener and a good conversationalist.
You’re beginning to really think that maybe going on this date and actually having a proper conversation with him isn’t a bad idea.
For once, it’s refreshing to not squabble with him. But if you’re being honest, even your banters are quite entertaining. Not that you’d ever admit it to him.
When you meet each other’s eyes again, you burst out laughing.
He chuckles brightly, his eyes crinkling. “See? I knew you’d laugh eventually.”
Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you shake your head and playfully push his arm. “Shut up.”
It proves to be too strong though because the next thing you know, there’s a plopping sound and Jungkook exclaims, falling into the lake.
You gasp, eyes widening as you stand up. “Jungkook! Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Here. Grab my hand.”
Floating on water, Jungkook clings onto your hand.
When you’re about to pull him up, he drags you into the water with a powerful tug.
A loud squeal croaks out of your mouth before every consequent word becomes muffled and all you can see is darkness.
Quickly, you rise up, panting.
In front of you, he’s flashing his charming smile before he laughs loudly. That pesky and cheeky bastard.
You flail your arms about, trying to stay afloat, your expression lacing with worry and trepidation every time your head is out of the water.
You gauge your surroundings before facing him. “I can’t swim.”
Jungkook’s lips drop in an instant and he swims closer to you, his arms about to hold you around the waist when you feel your lips twitch upwards.
Your hands come up, splashing him.
“Gotcha,” you say, laughing as he backs away after being splashed in the face.
He scrunches his nose, frowning in annoyance.
“Oh. Okay. Alright. Is that how you wanna play?” he taunts with a raised brow before returning the favor, splattering you with a big wave.
You retaliate back and it goes on like that for a few moments, the two of you giggling endlessly, enjoying the refreshing water.
Jungkook begins to swim towards the middle part of the lake, switching from freestyling to back stroking.
“What are you doing?” you ask, slowly paddling.
He looks back at you, grinning. “Being fearless.”
Both in the middle, you watch him lean his head back, just floating on water. His eyes are closed, wallowing in the feeling of being in nature.
A small smile forms on your lips as you think about this date.
If you could describe it in a word, it’d be spontaneous. You never thought that you’d end up swimming with him at the reserve’s lake.
This is nothing like all the first dates you’ve had. You never expected that you’d actually enjoy Jeon Jungkook’s company.
It’s unpredictable and new. And oddly enough, you like it.
Sometimes, it’s nice to deviate from rules and not have to follow expectations. It feels invigorating.  
When Jungkook sits up and looks at you while you’re in deep thought, his eyes are the first to smile before his lips.
He moves closer and you blink, anchoring yourself back to reality. The reality being that he’s now a lot closer.
You take a swallow, your eyes staring at his lips.
He’s also flitting his gaze between your irises and lips. He’s breathing evenly, contemplating of closing the small space between your faces.
You, on the other, grit your teeth.
What are you doing staring at his lips? You can’t possibly be thinking about kissing him. It’s Jungkook we’re talking about. He’s bad for you.
When he slowly inches forward, you distance yourself from him, clearing your throat awkwardly.
“Uh, we should go. I’m pretty sure we’re not allowed to swim here.”
A rosy-cheeked Jungkook nods, eyes averting yours.
As he walks with you back to his car, he looks at you and hopes that in the future you would be fearless too.
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On a cloudy Monday afternoon, you wait outside the library for Jungkook.
You booked a study room for an hour so you could actually plan and brainstorm about your project.
After a few minutes, he comes running from the right side. He pants, placing his hands on his knees.
“Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes.
“What took you so long?”
“Band practice.”
You lead him upstairs to the study room.
When he enters after you, he sets his bag on the conference table. He sits near the door and stretches his arms out, followed by his neck.
You’re two seats away from him. Your notebook and your pencil case are already out and open.
Jungkook slips his feet off his shoes and folds his legs on the chair.
Your eyes catch a glance of his socks. “Are those toe socks?”
“Yeah. Why?”
You snort out a laugh, tightening your lips together and placing a hand over your mouth.
“Laugh all you want, princess, but they’re actually comfy and they protect my toes,” he declares sassily.
Laughing, you shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”
“A cute one,” he corrects.
You harrumph before starting to flip the pages of your book. “Jury’s still out on that one.”
Jungkook takes off his socks, his bare feet now on the chair.
You take a peek at him, deciding to mess with him a bit. “You have smelly feet.”
“Rude,” he snorts, stretching his leg near your nose.
When you swat his foot away and his toes wiggle in front of you, he resorts into giggling rambunctiously.
“See? They don’t smell.”
“You’re disgusting,” you tell him, sneering.
He retracts and plants his butt on his seat, sitting properly this time.
“Told you they don’t smell,” he says, adamant.
This is actually something that he’s proud of, thank you very much. Hygiene is important to him and he makes sure that every part of his body is clean and smells nice.
“If anyone has smelly feet, it’s Taehyung.”
You lift a brow up at him and he shrugs unapologetically.
When you find the page that you think has good and insightful data, you slide it over, shifting to the seat next to him.
“Anyways, so I was reading this book last night and it had a lot of topics—”
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” Jungkook asks out of the blue.
“Your favorite ice cream flavor,” he presses.
You stray your eyes away from his, going back to the page in front of you. “Cookies and cream.”
He smiles satisfyingly. “Opinion on mint choco.”
“Hate it.”
“Favorite candy?”
You’re definitely getting further away from your objectives today the more you entertain him and the more you let him distract you.
“Gummy bears,” you answer impatiently. “Can we talk about our project now?”
Apparently, he didn’t hear what you just said. He’s too interested in getting to know you.
“Your favorite color.”
“Don’t have one.”
“Sure you do. Okay, uh, what about your favorite color when you’re with me?”
“Red,” you supply. “Like anger, war and rage.”
He smirks cunningly. “Or love, passion and sex.”
Your brows crease and you look at him pointedly. “Can you just concentrate on our project?”
“I’d rather concentrate on you, princess,” he flirts.
“I’m serious, Jungkook,” you reply, unamused. “I can’t get a grade lower than A.”
Exasperatedly, he sighs and gives in.
“So I was thinking, we could do international politics and discuss the global economy,” you suggest.
He hums, resting his chin on his palm. “I feel like a lot of our coursemates are gonna do politics.”
“Monetary economics?”
He contemplates, lips curled out in a pout for a moment before he replies. “We should pick a topic that we’re both good at.”
“Well, what branch of economics are you interested in, then?”
“Environmental,” he reveals. “I got a high mark when we had a quiz about that topic.”
You scan the book’s table of contents before flipping to the environmental economics chapter.
“Okay,” you nod, glossing over the topic. “We can do this one.”
He beams and for the rest of the hour, he throws in his ideas and takes notes from the books, discussing with you and debating with you without bringing up irrelevant topics or weaving in his witty remarks.
Overall, the session ended up being productive for the two of you.
When you’re both outside the library, you tell him that you’ll e-mail Professor Choi to notify her about your chosen topic.
He bobs his head and after a beat’s pause, he ventures, “So, for our next date…”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema?” he queries, curious.
“Me neither so I was thinking that it might be cool to go to one,” he says, placing his hands in the middle pocket of his hoodie.
“Okay. Sure.”
He grins. “Great. I’ll see you later then, princess.”
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The second date comes next weekend.
During the car ride, Jungkook told you that the university’s film society organized a movie night at the local park.
When you both arrive, you see a number of different colored bean bags scattered around the open ground. The huge projector is placed in the middle.
At the moment, they’re playing music videos on the screen while waiting for people to arrive.
“Let’s go say hi to Hoseok,” Jungkook says.
You go near the front where the organizers have their own table.
Jungkook introduces you to one of his frat brothers, Hoseok, a red-haired guy with a blinding smile and high cheekbones.
“Hi, Y/N,” he greets, waving at you. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
You stare at Jungkook who’s smoothing the back of his head, looking boyish.
Hoseok adds, “You know, Jungkook talks about you all the time. Like all—”
Jungkook interjects, playfully smacking the red-haired guy’s chest.
You raise an inquisitive brow at him.
His chuckle sounds unnatural for some reason. “I talk about how annoying and uptight you are and how you’re such a know it all.”
You deadpan, “Ha-ha. Very funny.”
Jungkook’s lips edge upwards into a puckish smile, sticking his tongue out.
Hoseok flits his stare between you two before he introduces you to the girl with him.
You display an affable smile, making small talk before you and Jungkook walk over to the side to grab some free popcorn.
“Hoseok seems super cool,” you remark.
With his hands in his pockets, he nods. “He is. He’s very cool. And he’s so funny as well.”
“His girlfriend’s nice too. She’s really pretty.”
After getting a small bag, you make your way to the empty giant bean bags.
“Well, technically, they’re not a couple,” Jungkook reveals.
Your brows rumple in surprise. “Oh, really? I thought they were.”
There was something about the way they looked at each other and the way they bantered playfully. Their chemistry was so palpable that one would think they’ve been together for a while now.
“They have a no-strings attached relationship and Hoseok really likes her but he’s in denial about it because he says you’re not supposed to have feelings for your fuck buddy. They’re just idiots in love, to be honest,” Jungkook reveals casually, flopping down on the soft and squashy seat before taking a piece of popcorn.
You follow suit, dropping on the bright pink one next to him, making yourself cozy.
You and him picked a good spot, exactly in the middle.
When the film starts, there is a slight chill to the air but it’s a refreshing kind of breeze now that spring is about to dwindle down.
Occasionally during the movie, Jungkook takes a glance at you, feeling his lips shape up into a smile. Your eyes are radiant with heartfelt emotions when the two protagonists kiss in the rain.
Wiping your cheeks, you aside, “Ugh. That scene always makes me cry.”
He learns how fond you become during that scene. He learns about the first time you watched The Notebook and how it made you fantasize about kissing your future person in the rain because you think that it’d be so romantic.
“Who knew you’d be such a hopeless romantic?” he asks, handing his handkerchief to you.
Tapping the corner of your eye to clear up the remaining damp spot, you answer, “Yeah. I have a romantic bone in my body. Unlike you.”
“Uh, for your information, I have one too. Why do you think I chose this movie if I didn’t have any ounce of romance in me?”
You blink at him, bemused. “Wait. You chose this movie?”
“Yeah. I begged Hoseok to play this movie tonight. It was either this or The Breakfast Club.”
There he goes again, leaving you dumbfounded with all the surprises that’s up in his sleeve.
This guy is startlingly unpredictable and the more you get to know him and his layers, the more you realize how different he is.
He lies back on the bean bag, his head gazing up at the stars while you watch the movie come to an end.
He raises his arms, his head resting on his palms.
“If you could wish on a star right now, what would you wish for?” he asks, wistful.
You turn to face him, following the trajectory of his eyes as you observe the starry night sky. “For time to slow down. You?”
Jungkook breathes softly as he takes in the snapshot of the night sky, his eyes glimmering in wonder and fascination.
When he locks his captivating irises on yours, he says, “For you to see me.”
“What do you mean?”
He opens his mouth, about to utter something but he hesitates.
Eventually, he sports a tiny smile and shakes his head. “Nothing.”
The journey back is silent.
Jungkook drives smoothly on the freeway while your head is turned away, your eyes glued on the tall buildings that you would pass by.
When a splash of colorful and glistening lights comes into focus, your eyes widen.
You straighten up, your voice turning excited like a kid. “Look, it’s the carnival.”
“Wanna go?”
“Hell yeah,” you say eagerly, making him grin as he makes a turn to enter the fair.
The place is heaving with people even if it’s almost ten in the evening.
You and Jungkook stroll around leisurely, taking everything in.
When he stops by the area where there’s a shooting game, he turns to you with a challenging smirk. “Do you wanna play, princess? If you win, then I’ll literally do anything you ask me. You name it.”
“Call,” you chirp, confident. “Get ready to be my servant, Jeon.”
“I’d like to see you try and defeat me,” he taunts, tongue swirling cockily on the corner of his lips.
He gestures for you to shoot first.
You raise your weapon and close one eye, aiming at your target. In this case, the rubber duck.
Holding your breath, your finger pulls the trigger.
“Nice shot,” Jungkook comments with an impressed grin after seeing you hit it precisely.
You dust your shoulder, setting your gun down as you let him veer into the middle for his turn.
He lifts his weapon, checks his posture and eyes the target scrupulously. He quickly and unhesitatingly takes his aim, the loud crack of his gunshot making the duck tumble backwards.
You huff an exhale, mentally uplifting for yourself.
It’s fine, it’s just one-all, you tell yourself as you reach for the rifle.
Jungkook is flustered after you’ve hit three targets in a row. He’s now beginning to feel the pressure. His competitive side is starting to show but then again, so is yours.
When it’s your turn again after he misses his target, he decides he needs a new tactic.
“Try to lift the gun higher,” he says, sliding closer beside you until he settles behind you.
His hands are on your elbows and your pulse quickens when you can feel his breath on the side of your face and his fingertips brushing on your skin.
Letting him raise your arms and adjust your aim, you will yourself to fixate your attention on nothing but the yellow object.
When you take your shot, you miss, your bullet grazing the side of the target instead.
“You distracted me,” you accuse, irritated.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies, shrugging his shoulders.
Okay, two can play at this game.
You stand behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder, breathing slowly. Leaning closer, you can see the way his hands shake slightly as he tries to look ahead at the target.
“Good luck, Jeon. I hope you score a point,” you whisper, the words falling breathily from your lips before you give his shoulder a pat.
Jungkook gulps, his jaw taut. He grits his teeth, takes the shot and misses it, making you smile in triumph.
He looks at you with a straight face, his tactic coming to bite him back in the ass.
Touché, Y/N. Touché.
At your last shot, you regain your momentum, scoring a point.
Jungkook misses his, eventually losing the game. He groans while you grin, cheering joyously as you indulge in the sweet taste of victory.
“Sorry,” you tell him. “It was a close game though.”
You both head off, deciding to explore the fair more.
You’re holding the prize that you won, a medium-sized teddy bear wearing a red bow tie.
Jungkook crinkles his nose, feeling annoyed and regretful because he wanted to win that for you.
“You’re like a pro at that game,” he remarks.
When you both find an empty bench to sit on so you can eat your churros, you admit, “It’s from years of playing Overwatch.”
He turns his whole body to face you, his pupils enlarging. “Whoa. Hold on. You play Overwatch?”
“I didn’t know you were a gamer,” he says, but it comes out as more of a question.
A smile crosses your lips as you shrug. “Well, you never asked.”
He releases a sigh, his expression mesmerized as he looks at you. He nods upwards. “You’re my kind of girl, Y/N.”
You fight off a smile, shaking your head.
He tears a bit of churro for himself.
“How’d you get into gaming, then?” he asks, fully interested.
“Through my brothers. I’m the only girl so I would always beg them to let me join whenever they’re playing computer games,” you confess before munching a piece of the sickeningly sweet churro. “Your turn. Tell me something about your childhood.”
He hums musingly. “I remember pretending to be sick just so I wouldn’t have to go to school.”
You grin. “Been there.”
“Really? I thought you’d be the type to never miss a class.”
You look at him with an unamused expression, a crooked smile threatening to melt into your lips. “I’m not a goody two shoes, Jeon.”
He giggles softly, shifting closer to you. “Oh, there’s also one time that I snuck into my parents’ room to steal some money in my mom’s bag just so I can go to the internet café in our neighborhood.”
You nod in agreement, imagining a younger version of Jungkook sneaking around. He must have been the most adorable troublemaker back then.
“I probably would’ve done that too,” you muse.
Your eyes land on the teddy bear sitting on your side. “What do you think I should name this bear? And don’t say Jungkook.”
Damn. He was about to say his name.
He roams his eyes to his surroundings, searching for ideas and inspirations before he fixates on the food in his hand.
“Well, you could name him churro.”
“Churro?” you repeat, followed by a chortle. “Okay, Churro it is.”
He grins, flicking his gaze between you and the teddy bear before eventually dropping his eyes on you.
His belly flutters, butterflies flurrying and spinning round like one of the rides.
You whip your head to the right to look at the owner of the familiar voice who just called you.
“Y/N, oh my God,” Eunwoo says with a surprised face as he walks over. “It is you. Fancy seeing you here.”
When he’s in front of you, you stand up, straight-faced. You certainly didn’t expect to see him here.
“Eunwoo, what are you doing here?”
“I came here with my girlfriend,” he says, pointing at the girl near the carousel entrance.
Her long hair is curled perfectly and her legs are long and sculpted. Wearing a pleated white skirt, she looks like she could be on the cheerleading squad, which she probably is.
On one hand, she’s holding a cotton candy while her phone is on the other. The device is raised and you can tell she’s taking photos of herself.
“Hey, listen,” Eunwoo starts, turning back to you. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a while but I hope we’re still cool after everything that happened. I hope there’s still no hard feelings.”
Jungkook stands up and clears his throat when you just stare and blink up at your ex, thinking if he’s being serious right now.
“Uh, Eunwoo, this is…” you start, looking at Jungkook before trailing off.
How exactly are you going to introduce him? You’re not necessarily friends. Although, after these past few days, you could be considered as friends now.
You could say you’re coursemates and testy rivals who happens to be going out on dates. But it’s just so he can prove something to you after you swiped left on him and you can disprove his supposition.
Whatever. It’s complicated. Maybe you should just say that he’s a friend.
“I’m her boyfriend,” Jungkook announces unhesitatingly.
Blinking, you smile narrowly. “Um… yeah. This is Jungkook. My boyfriend.”
Jungkook extends his palm out and Eunwoo shakes it briefly before turning his gaze to you.
Your ex has a questioning look on his face.
His brow arches as though he’s asking, “Really, Y/N? This guy?”
You return with a confident and sassy expression of your own to him.
The look in your eyes answers him with, “Yes. This guy. You have a problem with that?”
He crosses his arms and Jungkook looks at you with a honeyed smile.
“Well, we should start heading back. Babe, you ready to go?” he asks, his fingers intertwining with yours and the term of endearment making your heart lurch.
You nod and let him lead.
He looks back and shouts, “Nice meeting you, Hyunwoo.”
“It’s Eunwoo,” he cries from behind.
You purse your lips together, smiling foolishly as you and Jungkook head out hand in hand.
On the drive back, you take a glance at him who’s driving downtown with one hand on the steering wheel.
He doesn’t press you with questions. Instead, he just stays silent. He knows that you’ll speak when you’re ready.
And even if you don’t want to tell the story about you and that guy who, in his opinion, wears too much gel, he’ll be okay with it because it’s your decision. He respects it. More importantly, he respects you.
When the car stops at the red light, you finally speak. “Hey, thanks for the save back there.”
He meets your stare. “No problem.”
You evade his eyes, turning to look down for a brief moment.
“That was my ex,” you reveal. “He’s the reason why I took a break from dating and why I swore that I’d never go for frat boys again.”
“What happened?”
Exhaling a sigh, you tilt your head back on your seat. “During sophomore year, he told me he loved me and then broke up with me through text. And you know what the worst part of that was? He only wrote eight words. Eight fucking words!”
“What a dick.”
He glances at you, eyes ladled with sincerity. “You deserve so much better than him.”
Your lips twist up for a tiny smile as you stay quiet for the rest of the journey. There’s a fuzzy feeling in your stomach that you can’t seem to ignore. Or maybe you just don’t want to ignore it.
When you’re both in front of the building of your dorm, the air is somewhat silent.
You stare up at him. All throughout the night, he’d been wearing his yellow tinted glasses. Not many people can pull off a vibrant and flashy accessory. But with Jungkook, it seems like he can wear anything and make it fashionable.
“Uh…” you start, licking your lips. “So, thanks for tonight. I had fun with you.”
“What? Can you repeat that last part? I didn’t hear you,” he says teasingly, putting a hand over his ear.
You laugh, bumping his arm jokingly. “Oh, get out of here.”
Jungkook giggles, climbing down the steps.
“Bye, princess,” he bids, his hand gesturing a small salute before turning around.
He twists round instantly, his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
You take a few steps and encase your arms around his body for an embrace.
His breath is caught in his throat before it escapes in a stuttered rhythm. When he reciprocates the gesture, his palm rubs on the back of your head while his other hand gives a light squeeze to your lower back.
With you in his arms for a good six seconds, he just wants to protect you, to take care of you and to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you. He never wants to let you go.
He hopes that this moment makes you feel somehow comforted and warm, makes you feel at least something positive for him. Because if you ask him, this hug from you is everything.
He never thought that your hugs would be nice and calming, heartwarming and uplifting.
“Thanks,” you tell him, your words muffled against his shirt.
As soon as you pull back, you give him one last smile.
He’s barely blinking, a tinge of vermillion gracing his pores.
You turn around first and go inside.
Once you get to your room, you dive straight to your bed, staring at the ceiling with a childish grin on your face.
It’s alarming how your heart is still hammering wildly even when you’re all alone now.
You raise the precious teddy bear upwards, looking at its eyes and realizing how round and sparkly they are, reminding you of one particular person. You emit a thick sigh.
This is just great, you think. Now everything reminds you of Jungkook.
Groaning, you pull the stuffed toy into your arms, hugging it tightly until you feel your tired lids shut close, sleep washing over you in no time.
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On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, you decide to sit outside to study.
In the midst of you writing down notes, Ten sits down across you on the wooden bench table.
Today, he’s wearing a floral shirt paired with a thin cardigan. His fashion sense is always so enviable and you appreciate him for always giving you the best fashion advice whenever you’re stuck with your outfits.
“So,” he begins. “How was your date with Jungkook last weekend? Do you feel anything for him yet?”
Ten has a dubious expression. “You sure?”
“So if you don’t feel anything for him, why were you staring at him yesterday during lunch?”
“I wasn’t staring at him,” you refute, defensive.
“Right,” he drawls. “You weren’t staring at him. You were just ogling.”
You flash him your unamused poker face.
“Oh, by the way, I can’t model with you on Friday,” your platinum-haired friend announces, dropping it on you like a bomb.
You frown. “Why not?”
“Luis and I are going to his parents’ lake house.”
You use the puppy dog eyes on him in the hopes of changing his mind.
Ten makes an apologetic expression, pouting his lips and taking your hands to squeeze them. “I’m sorry, boo, but this is a special date. It’s our anniversary.”
You sigh. “No, it’s fine. It’s just that the ladies are going to be crushed.”
“You can just get someone else to do it with you,” he suggests, lifting his specs up.
“Like who?”
He shrugs, crossing his arms. “I don’t know. Maybe Jungkook.”
“Hell—” you sputter instinctively before you retract. “Wait. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Ten, you’re a genius.”
He smiles. “I know. Anyways, I gotta go.”
You realize that you do as well but before you pack your stuff up and leave, you bring out your phone and send a text to Jungkook.
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The next day when he comes to class early, he asks you about it first thing.
“What’s this modelling thing about?”
I need you to model with me on Friday, was what you texted him the day before and all he replied was three question marks. You never replied back and he spent all night tossing and turning on his bed, wondering what you meant.
“It’s modelling for a nursing home painting class on Friday,” you explain. “I was supposed to model with my friend but he has plans with his boyfriend.”
Stunned, Jungkook blinks up at you. “Uh… yeah, I don’t know about that. I don’t even know how to model.”
You’re surprised to see him reacting like this. Isn’t Jungkook a rockstar and a popular guy in campus?
If anything, modelling should be a cakewalk for him because he’s the type to be concerned with looks and appearances.
Besides, isn’t he the guy who once said to you that he can do anything and is willing to try anything?
And isn’t he the same guy who proposed during the shooting game in the carnival that the loser would do anything the winner wants them to do?
“We literally just have to stand there and pose while they paint us,” you explain. “You promised you’d do anything I want.”
Jungkook concedes, thinking that you’re right. He did come up with the terms during your game back at the carnival.
“Fair enough. Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”
You smile. “Good.”
He brings his notebook and pen out from his bag and places them on his desk. “Hey, how’s Churro, by the way?”
Your eyes never straying away from the lecture slide, you answer quietly, “Oh, y’know, chilling on my bed and living his best life because I get to cuddle him every night.”
That Justin Bieber song plays in his head as if on cue. If this was a movie, that song would be playing in the background right now.
Churro is a lucky bear. The bastard really gets to cuddle with you every night. God, he can’t believe he’s really going through it because of a goddamn stuffed toy.
“You can cuddle me too, princess,” he starts, flirty. “You know I’m always down for that and for other things like Netflix and… chill.”
Whipping your head to face him, he winks at you.
Your brows slightly crease, smacking his inked bicep.
“I’m kidding. Jeez,” he says before he bursts out laughing while rubbing his arm.  
Professor Choi lifts a brow up. “Mr. Jeon. You got something to share with the class?”
He forces a smile. “No, ma’am.”
He turns and glares at you.
With pursed lips, you meet his stare and stick your tongue out, feeling victorious.
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“Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” Jungkook asks with knitted brows as he looks at the costumes in his arms.
“Because I won the game,” you answer wryly.
A few minutes earlier, you just entered the nursing home. Jungkook had the opportunity to get to know you better. To see this side of you. And he feels glad that you let him see a piece of you and your world.
He felt his heartstrings being tugged lightly and positively as he saw you interact with the people in the home.
He never knew that you volunteered here and now, he felt even more invested and in awe by you as you unveiled another layer of you, telling him all about your time here and how the ladies have been so lovely.
After you entered the home, you led him to the room where the class was going to be held and you introduced him to Mrs. Kang, Mrs. Yoon, Mrs. Son and the others.
Mrs. Yoon tapped your shoulder. “Your boyfriend is a stunner.”
Jungkook is indeed a stunner. The problem is that he knows it too. He knows the power he has and the chaos he can cause just by beaming a smile.
“Oh, uh, we’re not together, Mrs. Yoon,” you confessed.
“That’s a shame,” she said. “You two look great together.”
Mrs. Kang, who was sitting on her chair, waved for Jungkook to come over. “Let me look at you.”
The dark-haired man knelt down and she eyed him.
“You have beautiful eyes,” she observed.
Jungkook offered a modest smile in return and Mrs. Kang placed her hand on his cheek. “My husband had dark and round eyes too. You look a little like him. Come closer.”
When Jungkook obeyed, Mrs. Kang breathed softly and reached out to touch his face, tracing it with her fingers.
He stayed still, letting her reminisce and travel back to the time where she felt blissful. He let her pretend even for a moment that she was touching her late husband’s face instead of his.
When Mrs. Kang fluttered her eyes open, she managed a weak ‘thank you.’
Her eyes began to water and Jungkook bobbed his head for a nod, sending a warm smile.
He placed his hand over hers, understanding the small gift that he just gave her, before he stood up and returned to you.
Witnessing the whole scene, you were in awe.
Maybe Jungkook’s not really that insensitive jerk who only thinks of himself. Or that reckless, irresponsible, self-obsessed person. Maybe he really isn’t the tough guy that they all painted him to be.
In here, he’s kind-hearted and compassionate, warmth and gentleness emanating from him, all those iron walls practically non-existent. He’s sincere and authentic.
When the art teacher called you over, you grabbed Jungkook’s sleeve and made your way to him quickly.
“Hi, Pierre. This is Jungkook and he’s going to be modelling with me today,” you introduced, smiling up at him.
The tall guy wearing a black turtleneck and a beige beret flitted his gaze at the two of you before flashing a narrow smile.
“I need you to wear these,” he said, bringing out some costumes from the box beside him.
You both took the clothes and Jungkook leaned in to your ear. “You never said anything about costumes.”
“I didn’t?” you asked, smiling slyly.
“Sorry. We’re wearing costumes while modelling.”
“The toilets are outside,” Pierre said, pointing in the direction. “You can change in there.”
The bathrooms are adjacent to each other and Jungkook goes to the left.
He takes his shirt off and slips the white shirt on, buttoning it from the down up. He sheds his jeans off next and quickly slips the high-waisted, tight trousers on, tucking in the shirt under.
He glances up, momentarily examining what he looks like in the mirror. When he stares at the boots given to him, he groans as he slips them on his feet.
He is seriously questioning his life choices right now. Why did he have to come up with that rule during your game at the carnival?
He slips out of the bathroom and leans back against the wall, waiting for you.
“I look stupid,” he announces, looking down on his attire again.
“Mine is worse,” you yell back from behind your door.
“I’m wearing rider boots,” he says, face cringing.
You don’t answer, too occupied in figuring out the knots in your gown.
He crosses his arms, his foot tapping the floor. “Come on, princess. Let’s have a look at you.”
Holding up your gown up so you don’t step on it, you carefully walk out of the room.
“I literally can’t breathe in this thing,” you say, frowning while looking down on your gown.
He falls silent and dazed as he keeps his eyes pressed on you and your plunging neckline.
“I’m not complaining,” he responds, wiggling his brows playfully. “I like my view from here.”
You look up. Jungkook is wearing a white cotton shirt, a black tail coat and high-waisted trousers, looking like an elegant royal in the Victorian era.
You lift his chin up, keeping his stare upwards. “My eyes are up here, Jeon.”
“Sorry, princess. You just look so hot.”
You roll your eyes, ignoring his comment and the way his tongue swirls round on his bottom lip that always seems so delectable.
“Come on,” you mutter, quickly dragging him back to the classroom.
When you’re both in the room, Pierre starts to direct and give his instructions, clapping his hands twice as if he’s saying to you that art waits for no one.
“You two. Stand here,” he says, stepping on the platform stage.
Jungkook takes your hand and assists you, letting you step up before him.
“Y/N, grab his shoulders. Jungkook, hold her around the waist and slightly dip her.”
You do as you’re told, your stiff hands resting on his broad shoulders.
He wraps his arm around your waist, his palm settling on your back as he gently dips you back.
“Like this?” he asks, looking at Pierre.
“Yes. That’s great,” the teacher praises. “Y/N, you have to look at Jungkook as if you’re in love. And Jungkook, look down at Y/N as if she’s the princess that you’ve been waiting for your entire life.”
Swallowing sharply, you keep your eyes on his and he meets your gaze. Your pulse starts to race and you can feel your skin turning feverish.
“Magnifique!” Pierre exclaims, finally displaying a toothy smile. “Hold it like that for the next half an hour.”
He then starts teaching the class about forms and movements while you and Jungkook are holding each other on stage.
You don’t even hear the talking around you because you’re so lost in his round eyes.
Eventually, you find yourself even more relaxed, all the nerves melting away whenever his lips and his brows lift upwards at you, a silent gesture of encouragement.
“Hey, thanks for doing this,” you speak softly. “I appreciate it.”
“And I appreciate you in that gown.”
“Jungkook, can you lower Y/N even more?” Pierre asks from across the room.
He nods.
“Good. Now look at each other as if you’re about to kiss,” Pierre says.
“Don’t drop me,” you tell Jungkook with worried eyes.
When he leans closer while you’re in a full dip, your breath is caught in your chest.
You want to take a gulp but it feels like there’s a tennis ball in your throat. Your breaths are warm on each other’s skin, passing back and forth.
He is inches away and his eyes wander slowly like he’s engraving every detail of your face in his head.
He observes the way your beautiful lashes touch your skin and he feels his heart leap, wanting to kiss every part of your face, taking his time before he reaches your lips.
With adoring eyes, Jungkook smiles. “Trust me.”
For the first time, you do.
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Wednesday is your favorite day of the week because you don’t have to start college early.
Your first class of the day begins in the afternoon and while you make your way to the building, you spot Jungkook sitting outside with Taehyung and Jimin, having their lunch.
Ambling to where they are, you crouch down beside him.
“Hey, cutie,” Jungkook greets, grinning as he lowers his Chinese takeaway container. “What’s up?”
Taehyung and Jimin says hello cheerfully, waving at you.
You greet them back, flashing a smile.
“Hey, how come you’re nice to them?” Jungkook pouts.
“Because they’re nice to me,” you reason.
“Did you manage to come up with some points for our presentation?” you ask, deciding to not beat around the bush.
“Uh… yeah. About that,” he says, ruffling the back his head. “I forgot.”
Your brow perks up as you stare at him scoldingly, waiting for an explanation.
“I was busy last night studying for a test. It’s for my other module.”
Taking your notebook out, you hand it to him. “Here. That’s an outline of what we’re going to do.”
Accepting it from you and flipping over the pages to skim read, his eyes slightly widen in surprise after seeing your plan, neatly written and organized, color-coded, highlighted and everything.
“So… you’ve done all of it.”
“Yep. You’ll stand and smile and you’ll read your bit.”
“But I told you I wanna contribute with my own research,” he insists before taking another bite of his chicken.
“Are you gonna do it this time?”
“Yes. I promise.”
You sigh. “Fine. You can give that back to me when you’re done.”
“Okay, bossy.”
Preparing to stand up and head to your class, he adds immediately, “Oh, by the way, there’s a party at our frat house this Friday. You should come.”
You stare at him in surprise. “You… want me to come to your party.”
He nods coolly, chewing his food, his cheeks puffing out.
“I’ll think about it.”
You start walking away and from behind, you hear Jungkook’s soft and high-pitched voice.
“See you Friday, princess!”
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The week whirls by quickly and the next thing you know, you’re getting ready to go to a frat party.
You don’t know if this is a good idea but as Jungkook once told you, it wouldn’t kill you to loosen up a bit. You told him it would.
In front of Beta Tau Sigma’s door, you take a deep breath, mentally counting to three before you step inside.
Red cups being raised and tossed around everywhere along with confetti welcomes you. Upbeat music blasts through the speakers. Sweaty bodies are dancing with one another and people are chanting at the far end as they play drinking games.
You scan the sea of people, looking for Jungkook.
“There she is! There’s the overachiever that we know and love,” he shouts in the middle of a crowd.
Speaking of the devil.
As he glides through the crowd and gets closer, you are floored by how handsome he looks in just a simple white tee, his flannel tied to his waist.
Inappropriate thoughts begin to flood your conscious as you think about how he probably has an eight-pack underneath that shirt and how you want to run your hands over them.
Fuck, why are you thinking about things that you have no business in thinking about?
“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says when he’s in front of you.
Rolling your eyes, you turn around. “Alright, I’m out.”
He catches your hand, turning you back around. “Wait. I’m just joking. I’m actually glad you made it.”
You don’t miss the way his eyes glosses over you, the way his lips drop and the way his eyeballs look like they’re about to pop out. You can’t blame him since you did pick a flattering outfit tonight.
“Okay. Now get me drunk.”
He laughs. “Do you even drink?”
You narrow your eyes on him. “Of course, I drink. Duh. I’m not the Virgin Mary.”
The name has him chuckling and you’re sure he’s thinking of that specific memory where he dubbed you as the Virgin Mary.
“What have you got?” you ask, eyes roaming around the kitchen counter where all kinds of booze and different flavored juices are placed.
He takes a plastic red cup from the stack. “You want vodka and coke?”
Grabbing it from him the moment he finished pouring the drinks and ice, he watches you down half of it, amusement lacing his eyes.
Your throat feels aflame at the strong liquid going down on you but you couldn’t care less. That was the kick you definitely needed.
“Weekly quizzes have been stressing me out lately. I need this,” you tell him before taking another sip.
“I know you didn’t just talk about college work during a party,” Jungkook says dryly, pouring himself some beer.
You shrug. “Can’t help it.”
He sighs, exasperated. “I invited you here to let loose, not think about academic responsibilities. Now, I’m gonna go and leave you for a bit, princess.”
He holds your elbows as he stares at you with encouraging eyes. “Have fun and enjoy yourself, yeah?”
God, it’s so hard to leave you when all he wants to do is to look at you and be by your side. He doesn’t really want to stop staring at you, especially when you’re wearing that outfit.
You bob your head. “Okay.”
He’s right. This is what you’re here for tonight. You’re here to have fun, socialize, drink and dance.
You watch him walk away and disappear into the crowd.
Pouring yourself with the drinks of your choice as the minutes swish by, you allow yourself to finally have a good time.
In one corner of the room, you’ve joined people in cheering for a guy named Jin who’s doing a keg stand.
When a pop tune comes on, you found yourself jumping with the crowd, half-screaming and half-singing the lyrics.
It’s fun to let loose like this, to forget about your responsibilities for a moment.
It made you realize how you always let the work aspect take over and how you truly do take your studies seriously. Maybe even too seriously. That’s just how it is because people have high expectations from you so you constantly have to do well.
Somehow, you find yourself in the gaming area.
Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung welcomed you warmly when you came to join their pool game.
Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting on the couch in the lounge with Jimin and Hoseok.
From his view, he can perfectly capture your bright smile, your infectious laugh and your energy.
Jimin decides to make a comment after observing his best friend’s obvious ogling. “You know, I haven’t seen you like this in so long.”
“She really makes you happy, doesn’t she?” Hoseok asks, his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook can only bite his lower lip in response to the red-haired man, a blush blooming on the apple of his cheeks.
He then takes a sip of his drink, trying to conceal his giddy grin.
“You literally have heart eyes for her. It’s so obvious,” Jimin says, taking a swig of his beer afterwards.
“Shut up, Park.”
“Talk about whipped,” Hoseok adds with a chuckle, finding entertainment in getting to tease the younger one.
With the older guys tittering on his sides, Jungkook can only focus on the way his heartbeat starts to thump louder within his chest as he watches you from afar, having fun and living in the moment, delighting in the present, cheering along with his friends and bonding with them.
“What are you waiting for, then? Go to her, lover boy,” Jimin implores.
It’s been quite some time since you and him interacted and Jungkook wants to have his moment with you now. Especially when an idea strikes through his head.
He stands up and starts to make his way through the crowd.
“Hey, princess,” Jungkook says once he’s beside you.
Whipping your head to face him, you smile, echoing a ‘hey.’
“Having fun?”
“Yeah. I’m having so much fun here.”
He’s beyond thrilled to hear that from you. It’s good to see you letting loose and getting to play.
You’re always about the work, not allowing yourself to have fun and live your life. There’s too much work in your life and not enough play. And Jungkook wants you to see that it’s okay to have both.
He’s a firm believer of balance. He plays as hard as he works.
“I see you’ve met the guys.”
“Yo, JK!” Taehyung calls from across the table, releasing his lollipop with a juicy pop. “Looks like you have a new competition in pool.”
Namjoon agrees. “Seriously. You should see Y/N play. She’s a fucking pro.”
Holding your cue stick, you stare at Jungkook, quirking a brow up as a sign of challenge. “What do you say, Jeon? Wanna play?”
“Maybe next time,” he says, linking his fingers with yours as you set your cue stick away. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” you ask as you slither past the pack of drunk college students, embracing his hand tighter.
“Somewhere private.”
He takes you to the patio where it’s surprisingly empty.
You would’ve expected to see at least one or two students getting high in here but apparently, the party inside is just too good.
“Your back garden?” you voice out, the grin on your face irrepressible.
Your eyes swallow in the entirety of the garden before they gaze up at the stars.
Your face is painted with confusion and curiosity when you look back at him. “Why?”
“So we can be alone,” he says. “I don’t really feel like sharing you tonight.”
Your heart skips a beat.
The truth is, while you were having fun on your own, from time to time, your eyes would wander around the room, searching for a certain boy with dark hair and doe eyes. You wished earlier that he was with you while everyone jumped, danced and cheered.
But now that he’s here with you, you don’t want him to go again. You really don’t feel like sharing him either.
Okay, what the hell was in that punch that made you think of these things? Was it rum? Whiskey?
Jungkook steps ahead to the middle while you stay in your spot, feeling a certain warmth surging to your face.
He extends his palm out, flashing you that charming smile of his. “Dance with me?”
“No. In Mars.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He chuckles softly. “Come on.”
Taking his hand, you both stand in the middle ground.
He captures your hands and he gently places them on his shoulders before he wraps his arms around your lower back, the upturn of his brows encouraging you to slowly sway with him.
“So…” you start, perking a brow up. “What is this? Is this our third date?”
“I suppose it is, yeah.”
“Slow dancing in your back garden, under the moonlight while there’s a frat party going on inside,” you recite.
“Quite romantic, don’t you think?” he probes with a grin and your heart jolts dangerously.
While you both move to a silent beat, you could hear his amused chuckle, his hand on your back sending warmth to every part of your skin.
A grin cracks its way on your lips before you comfortably rest your chin on his shoulder and shut your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in this magical moment.
It’s not your typical fancy dinner date with candles on the table but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
The night sky is clear, painted with stars that glimmers down on the two of you.
Around you are an array of small daisies sprouting from the grass and a warm tone of light that comes from the house.
When you face him again, he has his eyes pressed on you, drinking you all in.
Your eyes alone could make him intoxicated and addicted.
“W-why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, feeling suddenly conscious and shy from his penetrative gaze.
“Because you’re beautiful.”
Goddamn it, Jungkook cusses in his head.
Of all the witty remarks or speeches that he rehearsed, ‘you’re beautiful’ is the one that comes out of his mouth. What a way to pass up an opportunity, Jeon.
But then again, there is no lie in what he just said.
The truth is, you really are stunning. You’ve always been beautiful to him.
You, on the other, blink up at him in surprise.
You could hardly believe what you’re hearing. Jeon Jungkook, who you’re pretty sure comes in to school every day with a mission to rile you up and get under your skin, thinks you’re beautiful?
You’re now wondering what the hell was in his punch.
Your lips purse together, your gaze dropping on the floor. You feel awkward, not knowing how to react properly. Damn him. Why couldn’t he have just made a sarcastic comment? It’d be easier to fire back and start a rally.
You shake your head. “You’re just drunk.”
“Nope.” His finger gently lifts your chin upwards. “You’re really beautiful.”
You could feel heat magnifying the more you slow dance with him and the more his face closes in with yours.
He regards you with careful and gentle eyes, fingers coming up to sweep your hair to the side.
Your expression gradually turns sour, your gaze averting his. You suddenly seem uneasy.
“Princess, what is it?” he asks, worry coating his pupils.
You chew on your lip, eyes raking everywhere before landing on his.
You’re hesitating but eventually, you speak. “This is so embarrassing but… I need the bathroom.”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“No,” you frown. “I need to pee. I think I drank too much punch.”
Jungkook immediately heeds your distress, telling you where the bathroom is.
You run back to the house as though you’re in an Olympic race.
He waits outside the bathroom while you do your business, making sure to tell people that’s it’s occupied.
He gives you a few minutes more before knocking on the door. “Princess? You okay in there?”
After finally washing your hands and drying them, you look at yourself in the mirror for a second.
“Can I come in?” he asks, his fingers tentatively embracing the door knob.
You make your way to the door and open it.
Jungkook enters and leans his back against it, hands going in his pockets. He nibbles on his lower lip, causing his piercing to move about and his small dimple to appear.
“Do you feel better now?”
“Much better.”
Jungkook grins impishly. “Now, where were we?”
You take that one small step to close the space between you, encasing your arms around his neck as he immediately reciprocates, his hands settling on your waist.
“I believe we were in the middle of dancing,” you reply, flitting your gaze between his eyes and lips.
He notices your wandering eyes, his fingers coming up to gently push some strands of your hair away from the side of your face.
For a few seconds, you and Jungkook share a moment, your stares going back and forth on each other’s lips and eyes.
You stare at him, licking your lips. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I really wanna kiss you.”
It’s probably the alcohol talking. But there’s a high chance that it’s not.
“Why don’t you?” he says, posing a challenging brow up.
His fingers find the hem of your shirt, slightly lifting it up.
The tips of his fingers graze on your bare skin, your face heating up, his touch warm enough to leave goosebumps in its wake.
“I’m actually considering it,” you reply, letting out a frustrated sigh. “God, what was in that punch?”
“Do it, princess. I dare you.”
It’s so easy to do it, to just lean forward and seal your lips with his, to finally know what it feels like to kiss him.
God knows you just want those lips on yours and those hands all over you. But at the last second, your conscious reminds you of what people have said about him, about his reputation when it comes to girls.
“And join the list of girls who have kissed Jeon Jungkook at a party? No, thanks. I’d rather keep my heart safe.”
“It’s not a long list,” he says.
“And you expect me to believe that?”
Jungkook’s hold on you gradually drops and you blink in confusion, retreating back at the sudden change in his expression.
He runs his hand through his hair as he looks to the side and pieces the puzzles together, finally realizing everything.
When he meets your stare, his eyes are bitter as he answers you with a burning question of his own. “Do you think that I’m just some fuckboy who plays with girls’ hearts and breaks them?”
Frustration seeps out from his voice and his exhalations, leaving you stunned. “Well, you’re a member of BTS so yeah. Pretty much.”
“So you just assume that I fuck around with girls,” he says, coming out as a statement rather than a question. “Is that how you think of me?”
“I…” you pause, your brows furrowing. “Why are you mad at me?”
He huffs sharply. “Because you’re still thinking about what other people are saying about me even when we’re going on dates, when I’m showing you the real me. Look, Y/N. I really like you. I think there could be something special between us and I think that this could go somewhere but if you won’t let me like you and you won’t give me a chance and you’re just gonna believe everything that you hear, then I guess there’s no point to all of this.”
“Forget it.”
And with that, he turns around and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you all alone, his words ringing in your ears.
You place your hands on the sink counter, bending your head down and mentally cursing as silence envelopes you, the words that he left you becoming cold and nipping as it tortures your conscious and imprints on your skin.
When you finally shake yourself out of your musings, you respond to the incessant knocks and calls coming from outside.
You open the door, letting Taehyung and his girl take over the bathroom.
When you start to make your way downstairs, your steps are heavy. All of the noise that surrounds you, the people, the alcohol and the music—all of it seems pointless and lifeless now.
Everything had lost its fun and you feel defeated, exhausted. With Jungkook nowhere in sight, you figure it’s just best to head home.
Reaching the front door, you’re greeted by Hoseok who’s sitting on the steps of the front porch while vaping.
He turns his head and sends a genial smile at you, his sharp cheekbones raising upwards. “Hey, Y/N.”
“You going home?” he asks, standing up.
“Jungkook asked me to walk you home,” Hoseok reveals.
Your brows soften at the revelation but you insist that he doesn’t have to do that because you’ll be fine.
“Please. I can’t just let you walk alone during this time of night. And besides, I promised him.”
Eventually, you concede and begin leading the way as he matches with your pace. “Thanks, Hoseok.”
“Please. Just call me Hobi from now on,” he says.
“Yeah. We’re friends now, aren’t we?”
You nod. “Hey, uh, tell Jungkook thanks for me too.”
The red-haired guy nods, ever so bright and warm when it came to his smiles.
“Where is he anyway?” you ask curiously.
He puffs out a smoke before answering. “He’s in his room. Don’t worry about him, he’s okay. He’s just lying down on his bed and y’know, moping about a girl he really likes. Poor guy. He’s down bad for this girl.”
He glances at you with a teasing smile. “Think you might know her.”
You smile sparsely before casting your eyes on the ground. “I suppose I don’t.”
After a beat’s silence, he expresses his thoughts, his tone more solemn. “You know, Jungkook may act all tough and strong but he’s just someone who’s been hurt several times in the past. He keeps a wall up that’s why it’s hard to get to know him at first.”
The thought of him being in pain and broken, of him being this delicate thing and yet crushed to pieces creates an uncomfortable, heavy feeling in your throat.
Hoseok observes you before looking ahead, staring at the quiet neighborhood. “A word of unsolicited advice?”
You breathe a glum sigh out. “Sure.”
“Take it easy with him, yeah?” he says just as you arrive at the building of your dorm.
Stopping in front of the main entrance, you offer a nod to him. “Night, Hobi.”
He gives the top of your head a gentle pat. “Night, kid.”
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The following week, Jungkook doesn’t sit next to you in class. He doesn’t talk to you either. He avoids you like the plague.
On Thursday, as soon as the class is dismissed, you follow him as he walks out of the room.
“Jungkook,” you call behind him but he just keeps on walking straight ahead. “Are you really not gonna talk to me?”
When he doesn’t answer, you stand in front of him, blocking his way. “What about our project? We still have to do it.”
“You can write it up and I’ll present the whole thing. You’re better at writing anyway,” he says, expression icy.
He pushes past you and finally exits the building without looking back.
After that, you decide to spend your vacant hours in the library.
Finding an empty desk and chair in the second floor, you dump your books out, your movements tinged with frustration.
You’re beside the window and you can perfectly see the campus below, students flurrying about in different directions.
There’s no use in you trying to study because you can’t focus. You’re heavily distracted by thoughts of Jungkook. Thoughts of last night.
He was right. You are still stuck on what you think you know about him.
Even on the first date, you were still cautious with him. You thought that you knew him and you already got him all figured out down to a T but you realize that you don’t.
There are still so many things that you don’t know about him and you wouldn’t have known it if it weren’t for the dates. That’s why he proposed that offer. He wanted you to know him. To see through him and see beyond his exterior.
You know exactly what you have to do now.
Hurriedly packing up your stuff, you make your way down the first floor, making a quick stop at the café.
Standing once again in front of the BTS frat house, you take a deep breath and nod to yourself before knocking on the door.
You’re welcomed by Yoongi who gives you a lazy smile. His hair is a bed-ruffled mess and he looks like he just woke up from a catnap.
“Oh, hey, Y/N.”
“Hi,” you greet, offering the tangerine-haired boy a close-lipped smile.
“What’s up?” he asks, crossing his arms.
“Um… is Jungkook here?”
“Do you know where he is?”
“He’s at the rehearsal room back at the campus,” he informs.
“Oh, okay. Thanks, Yoongi,” you say gratefully.
He nods coolly. “No problem.”
You make your way back to the campus, passing through the science department to get to the building where the school of music is situated.
After a few minutes of walking through the hallways, climbing up stairs and following the signposts, you finally arrive at the rehearsal room.
Peeking through the little glass on the door, you could just make out Jungkook’s figure inside as he sits in front of the piano.
Cautiously, you open the door and step in quietly.
“Hi,” you utter timidly.
Jungkook hears the creak of the door and turns around from his seat. He has a hard straight line on his lips.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came here to say I’m sorry. You were right. I judged you based on rumors and that was a shitty thing to do.”
“Yeah, it is,” he mumbles.
“But now, I don’t really give a fuck about what people say or think.” You take a breath. “Will you give me another chance?”
“Why should I?” he asks, unmoved.
“Because,” you drawl out, your lips stretching to a smile, hoping to lighten the mood, “I brought cookies and cupcakes?”
Taking out the box from your bag, you hold it out in front of him.
He folds his arms, still silent. God knows it took everything in him to not cave in to your irresistible and melting smile and your soft eyes that could seriously screw with a guy’s head.
“And because I really like spending time with you and getting to know you,” you confess.
His brows and features start to soften as he blinks slowly. “You mean that?”
A smile finally cracks its way to his lips and his gentle and soft gaze on you is enough to make you feel like your heart feels like it’s soaring.
You take a seat beside him and open the box of pastries in your hand. “I wasn’t sure if you like cookies or cupcakes so I just got both.”
“I like both,” he says before getting a strawberry cupcake.
You get yourself a piece of cookie and he gently pushes a strand of your hair away from your face, tucking them back to your ear so you could eat properly, making your belly flutter, the butterflies increasing tenfold.
The next thing you know, Jungkook is showing you his piano skills, playing a song beautifully and you watch him with mesmerized eyes as he starts singing.
His voice is like a smooth instrument that slips into your ear like honey. It’s clear, tender, raw and unapologetic, never losing that youthful air. It reminds you of a bashful teenager in the way it’s light and easy.
He asks you if you know how to play to which you could only respond with a shake of your head. Although, you did show him that you can play the basic Do-Re-Mi notes and he found it really cute.
If someone told you a few months ago that you’d be going on dates with Jeon Jungkook, you honestly would’ve laughed at their face.
But here you are, hanging out with him in the rehearsal room, playing around with different instruments while eating snacks and sharing stories.
Here you are, having your fourth date with him.
He suddenly stands up and grabs his backpack from the cream sofa, taking out his black bomber jacket before going to the middle space to lay it down on the rattan carpet.
He sits down and crosses his legs before he taps his side, a silent invitation for you to come.
You continue on eating cookies side by side while he reveals funny episodes that have happened in this room whenever he rehearses with the guys.
Stories are shared, glances are given and memories are made with every grin and giggle, with every brush of fingertips.
With him feeling so comfortable around you now, he decides that he wants to share another piece of him to you.
He brings out his earphones and lets you listen to one of the songs he wrote and recorded on his phone.
He tightens his lips together and stares at you, looking for any semblance of a positive reaction after you finished listening to a song called Still With You.
“Jungkook, this is really good. Like, insanely good,” you breathe after a few moments, dazed, mesmerized at him and his talent, his passion and the way he seems to pour his whole heart and soul to singing.
You repeat your words to him when you’re more grounded and filled with coherent thoughts and able to articulate them, emphasizing to him how beautiful the song and is and how incredible and sentimental his vocals are.
Hell, he’s even better than most of the artists that you hear on the radio.
He grins, his belly fluttering in gentle purrs. “Thanks.”
Taking a piece of chocolate cookie from the box, he chomps satisfyingly.
“Sorry if I didn’t prepare anything for this date,” he apologizes when his mouth is empty and you couldn’t help but fixate your stare at the crumb on the corner of his lips, just near his lip ring.
“Don’t be. This is perfect to me,” you assure.
Your thumb comes up to gently wipe the crumb on his lips and he swears his breath might have hitched at that moment.
He keeps his eyes on you as your finger grazes his cheek slowly, your gaze taking in each and every detail of his beautiful face.
The tiny scar on his left cheek catches your attention and your brows slightly knit together.
“How’d you get the scar?”
“When I was a kid, I had a bad fall from going on the trampoline,” he says. “I remember I would always wake up early and go on it for hours.”
Your lips stretch widely as you listen to him recount his childhood.
“Were you full of energy?” you ask curiously.
“Very. My mom wanted me to channel that energy into something so she signed me up for music lessons. It’s how I got into drums.”
He then captures your hand that’s on his cheek and places it on his chest. His heart is racing, just like yours. “You feel that?”
Your eyes are on his hand over yours, his thumb softly rubbing on your skin.
Looking up at him, you nod.
He slowly leans in, about to close the gap and kiss you when the door suddenly opens, making you and Jungkook jump back.
You look at the two guys who barged in. They seem like freshmen.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry,” the long-haired guy wearing a beanie says awkwardly, his hands diving in the pockets of his jeans. “We didn’t think anyone was here.”
The guy beside him smacks his arm. “Dude, I told you to knock first.”
Jungkook rubs the back of his head as he calmly reassures the two boys.
They exit the room hurriedly after uttering their apologies again.
When they’re gone, you both take it as a sign to finally start packing up. He tells you that his time must be up now since he only booked the rehearsal room for an hour.
As you stroll through the building and make your way out of the campus grounds, he holds your hand, making your heart lurch.
You don’t give a damn even if most eyes were on the two of you.
Reaching the entrance to your dorm, he shoves his hands in his pockets.
Neither of you say anything, all too consumed by your giddy smiles and the flittering sensations in your bellies.
“I had a great time,” you finally speak, not letting the silence stretch for too long.
“Me, too. Thanks for keeping me company back there,” he says. “Great drumming skills, by the way.”
“Shut up,” you grumble, jestingly slapping his chest, making him chortle.
“So uh…” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should go. I’ll see you on Monday, yeah?”
You barely register his words because your eyes drop on his lips, gaze zeroing on it. His luscious lips make you wonder about how it’d feel like on yours.
“What?” you ask, shaking your head to wake yourself up from your daydreaming.
“You kinda zoned out for a moment. Are you okay?”
“What were you thinking?”
You lick your lips and take a swallow. “I was thinking about how I wanna kiss you.”
This makes him smile.
He steps closer and your heart starts to race up. His finger gently lifts your chin up.
“Honestly? Me too,” he says, lips inches away from yours. “I always think about kissing you, princess.”
You hold the back of his neck and lean in to close the gap.
He presses his lips on yours softly and you melt into him as you both part your lips slowly.
You tilt your head and give him access to taste you.
His fingers are on your hair and he pulls you closer to him, your chests flushed together as he slides his tongue into your mouth.
You wish time would never start again and that you could just kiss nonstop because his lips and his taste are too addictive.
It’s so addictive that even as you’re in your room now, you could still taste him whenever you moisten your lips. His presence still lingers in your lips, in your mind, in your body, and you don’t want it to go away.
You smile like an absolute fool in front of your bathroom mirror while brushing your teeth and doing your usual night-time routine.
Dressing yourself in your silk pajamas, you finally plop down on your seat and open your laptop on the desk.
The words in the document file start to turn bleary as you find yourself in reverie again, slipping back to that time when you kissed Jungkook. You touch your lips as though it’s the button that functions as a replay.
In the midst of typing on your keyboard once you’ve mentally willed yourself to concentrate and do a bit of work before bed, you hear a random tap on your window.
You pay it no mind at first, thinking it’s nothing. But when it turns louder, you whip your head and see Jungkook outside.
You stand up, immediately tending to your window. “Oh my God, what are you doing? You can’t come in here.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he asks, winded from climbing.
His hair is now parted, a few beads of sweat forming on his hairline.
“You’re insane.”
“Yep. Can you let me in, please? I’m risking my life here for you.”
“Right. Sorry,” you say, fully swinging the window open so he can step inside.
Thankfully, your room is on the second floor so it isn’t that high. But still, what he did is dangerous, especially when he’s unequipped.
Dropping his feet on the floor safely, he stands to his full height in front of you.
He fishes for something in the pocket of his jeans.
“I forgot to give you this,” he admits, handing you the ticket for their frat’s fundraiser event on Saturday.
You flit your gaze between the ticket on your palm and his eyes before eventually settling on him. “So you decided to climb up my window and sneak into my dorm.”
“Yep. Okay, before I go, can I have a goodnight kiss?” He turns his head sideways, tapping his cheek.
You roll your eyes, smiling deliriously as you grab his collars and tug him close to you, placing your lips on his lips instead.
Kissing him feels too right.
With another kiss or two, he finally pulls away.
“Sweet dreams, princess,” he bids before he starts to climb back down.
You go to bed that night with the lightest heart and the hugest smile.
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The next day, you spend most of the afternoon in the library.
You tried to focus on doing work and planning for projects but on more than one occasion, you find yourself blanking out as you think about Jungkook.
Your friends were sitting across you and they would cough and click their pens just to try and get your attention back, urging you to study. It was clear though that there was no hope for you.
When your phone buzzes in your pocket, you’re quick to bring it out—probably too quick and too eager—and you hear your friends snickering before going back to studying diligently.
JK 🍆 [4:23 pm]: wyd ;)
Y/N [4:24 pm]: studying
JK 🍆 [4:25 pm]: *pretends to be shocked*
Y/N [4:25 pm]: 🙄
JK 🍆 [4:26 pm]: library?
Y/N [4:26 pm]: yup
I miss you, Jungkook sends.
You clamp down on your bottom lip as you resist a wide smile.
You could simply text I miss you too but where’s the fun in that? It won’t hurt to play hard to get today.
You saw me yesterday, you text back.
JK 🍆 [4:40 pm]: i haven’t seen you today so that’s why i miss you
JK 🍆 [4:40 pm]: come outside
Y/N [4:42 pm]: why?
JK 🍆 [4:43 pm]: because i’m outside. and i forgot my student card lol
Your surprise melts into excitement in no time as you slip out from your seat and scan your card before heading outside the building.
Jungkook is just by the entrance with a coffee holder in one hand.
“Hi, cupcake,” he greets joyfully.
“I have a name, you know,” you reply, arcing a brow up.
“I know, but where’s the fun in that?”
You roll your eyes, biting your lip but you eventually let him see the goofy smile that he gave you.
He lifts the tray up, two cups of coffee perched on the slots. “I brought coffee.”
Your smile is appreciative and you hold his hand, sneaking him inside the library. “Come on.”
Settling down beside you, Jungkook watches you concentrate on reading a page, jotting down notes at the same time.
He sips his coffee quietly, his eyes transfixed on the side of your face.
“So are you just gonna sit there and watch me study?” you question without looking at him, tucking a strand of hair to the back of your ear.
“Pretty much,” he confirms coolly.
You finally meet his stare, eyeing him narrowly. “Jungkook.”
“You’re distracting me,” you hiss under your breath.
“I’m not doing anything.”
Your gaze is reprimanding and he exasperatedly releases a sigh that borders on a groan, taking out his book and papers from his backpack, setting it down on the table. “There. Happy?”
“I will be when you actually open your book and start studying.”
He grabs the thick book and opens it, lifting it up to face level as he leans closer to your ear. “Maybe you can give me some private lessons.”
Swallowing, you steel yourself, closing your thighs together, an action that goes by unnoticed with him.
You hold his cheek and lean closer until your lips are inches away from his. Your smile is teasing and so is your warm breath against his mouth.
He’s ready to close the gap, to kiss you and drop everything.
You stop just before your lips could brush his.
“Nice try, pretty boy,” you whisper before pulling away completely.
A self-satisfied smirk crosses your lips.
He leans closer. “Pretty boy? So you think I’m pretty?”
He swirls his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “Well, I do have that kind of effect on the ladies.”
“Alright, don’t push it.”
Ten coughs and looks at you both.
“Hey, lovebirds. We’re trying to study here,” he says, placing a finger over his lips.
You purse your lips together and return to your schoolwork, Jungkook following suit after he raises a brow at Ten.
Your friend points at the ‘keep quiet’ sign, making Jungkook sigh in defeat.
After forty-five minutes, your project partner turns to you and places his pen down.
“Hey, it’s good to take breaks during study sessions, you know.”
You look up from your notebook and check the time on your phone, realizing that he’s right. It’s been a while since you put your head down and studied intensely. It would be good for your mind to take a rest after retaining and processing a lot of information.
“Fine. We can take a break,” you say, closing your notes as you fully turn your body to face him. “So, now that you have my full and undivided attention, what do you wanna do? You wanna go and get foo—”
“Do you wanna make out?”
“What?” you whisper-ask.
“Do you wanna make out?”
Dumbfounded, you stare at him as his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, the tip of his tongue swirling on it. And the memory of you kissing him last night comes creeping in again vividly and you realize how badly you crave him and his lips.
There’s nothing more you want right now than to have his lips on yours again and chase that feeling again of being in his arms.
Decided, you take his hand and head out of the building.
Mere seconds later, his lips are locked on yours.
You’re propped against the wall, his arm wrapped around your back while your fingers are tangled through his locks. And once again, you feel electrified and alive, a familiar warmth stirring in your belly as you slide your velvet tongue against his mouth.
Jungkook’s hand finds your thigh and slightly lifts it up and you find yourself arching your back, sighing against the kiss.
“I like kissing you way too much. God, why do I like kissing you?” you murmur.
He pulls back slightly with his hair tousled. “Dunno. Keep on kissing me ‘til you figure it out,” he says before crushing his lips on yours again.
This time, it’s hotter, needier, heavier. It’s like the two of you are about to burst.
He presses his emerging bulge against your center and arousal shoots to the apex of your thighs, making you want so much more.
“Fuck,” you hiss. “I want you.”
Pulling back, he asks, “Are you sure?”
“Let’s go to my place,” he says, his chest heaving with anticipation.
Both of you hastily grab your things back inside the library and you thank your friends for watching over your stuff before skedaddling off to his place.
Thank God the frat house is close.
With all of his other brothers in campus, you and Jungkook have the house all to yourself.
Going up the stairs, he confesses, “Oh, by the way, I don’t own a pillow.”
“What? What do you mean you don’t own a pillow?”
He opens the door of his room, letting you enter first.
“I use a rolled towel,” he says as your eyes land first on the said towel on his bed.
You turn back to face him. “Why don’t you have a pillow?”
He walks over to his gaming chair and sets his bag down.
“I keep on forgetting to buy one. But if you ask me, the towel’s quite comfy,” he reasons with a shrug.
You laugh, following him and setting your stuff down before you’re in front of him again. You place your palms on his chest.
“You, Jeon Jungkook, are one of a kind,” you tell him with a wide grin before leaning in to press your lips on his.
Immediately, he responds, his moves bolder and hotter as he darts his tongue inside your mouth, slowly gliding with yours as though it’s a dance.
His hands are on your lower back as he walks you backwards until you’re both in front of his bed.
You pull back briefly to add, “And a really good kisser.”
“I know.”
You merge your lips with him again for a quick kiss.
Jungkook murmurs while tracing kisses on the side of your jaw, “You know what else I’m good at?”
He looks at you, his fingers grazing on the skin under your shirt, tip of his fingernail swirling on your belly button. “My stroke game.”
You raise your brow up. “Yeah?”
You push him on the bed and crawl toward him when he’s scooted near the headboard.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” you tell him, settling yourself between his legs.
Kissing him again, Jungkook releases a groan as he tugs on your bottom lip.
When you break away and look at him with your face hovering above his, he grins.
“Oh, baby, you’re in for a ride,” he says, swirling his tongue on his lips.
Both smiling in excitement and anticipation, you scramble hastily to take your shirt off while he sits up and unzips his hoodie and yanks his shirt overhead, revealing his hard-rock abs and the entirety of his tattoo sleeve.
He unbuckles his belt, throws it to the side before deciding to take out his phone from his back pocket, setting it on the side.
With you just wearing your bra, you hop onto him to straddle him again.
You press your lips on his, your chests flushed together. His palm is warm against the side of your neck and you tilt your head, deepening the kiss.
Jungkook moans, turning putty against your touches and your kisses on his jaw and his neck.
He likes to dominate but with you on top touching his body, hell, he’d let you do just about anything to him.
He’s usually the one in control, not breaking easily but it’s clear that the minute he saw you, he was already in trouble because you have too much power over him.
He hasn’t felt like this since his ex-girlfriend. With you, he’s weak, vulnerable, unguarded. And he’s fine with it—he’s not scared of these emotions. In fact, he’s welcoming them because it’s you.
Near his collarbones, you leave an open-mouthed kiss, sucking on it until a mark forms.
Releasing it with a wet pop, you smirk and he releases a throaty groan. He can’t imagine a sexier image or a sexier girl than the one sitting atop of him right now.
Continuing your exploration, your wet tongue grazes his nipple slowly and he sucks in a breath.
There’s something so erotic yet so intimate in the way you trail your lips on the wide expanse of his pecs and the way you lick his nipples.
He’s like a piece of white canvas and he’d want nothing more than for you to fill him with colors of you, splash him with everything that makes up you.
Before, he was a canvas painted in just plain black because of the wall that he had to put up. But with you, he was willing to start over again and open himself again to the prospect of a relationship.
Oh my God. He’s in love with you. It’s as simple as that. His emotions are always at an all-time high whenever he’s with you or thinking about you because he is in love with you.
All this time, he’s head over heels out of his fucking mind for you. Everything is so clear to him now. This realization is truly hitting differently.
You gaze up at him. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he croaks and you tend to the other side of his chest, evoking a moan out of him as he focuses on you and this special moment.
Your mouth on his nipple is making him even harder—if that’s even possible since he’s hard as a rock right now.
“That feels so damn good, baby.”
No girl has ever done that to him before and he’s sure as hell that he won’t let any other girl do that. He’ll never sleep with anybody else that’s not you.
You really are the one he wants and he needs to make sure that you feel and know it. He wants to return the favor and make you feel good.
As you move against his clothed erection, his hands wander around your back, reaching for the hook of your bra.
When he unclips it, you sit up for a moment, your eyes never leaving his as you slide the straps down.
Jungkook has waited for this moment for a long time. The mental image of you finally bare, moaning his name in pleasure and coming because of him has always been at the forefront of his fantasies and it’s finally happening.
He wants it to be perfect. He wants you to feel amazing—the kind that would make you forget everything else and would only make you think about him—and he wants to worship every part of you in every way that he can.
His grip is on your waist, palms skimming up and down your body. His large and solid hands slide up and he cups your tits, his thumbs rolling on your hardened buds. A low groan automatically rolls off his lips just from touching you and squeezing your breasts.
You’re breathing heavily as you swipe your hair to the side, exposing your neck and it’s one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen.
He’s so turned on right now that his hard-on is becoming too painful.
“You’re perfect,” he says breathlessly.
You give a lazy smile, cradling his face before melding your mouth with his.
Your hips grind gently against him and when he meets your rhythm, it sends a shot of arousal right to your center.
You’re past the point of being just enemies or snarky rivals. This is past the point of friendship.
You’re certain with what you’re feeling for Jungkook.
You’ve never wanted anyone as much as you want him and right now, as you make out with him and indulge yourself in the way he caresses every edge of your body and the way he squeezes your ass and the way he lets you know that he wants you as much, you’re more than sure that you want to feel all of him.
You want this. You want him.
When he’s about ready to flip the position and have you beneath him, his phone that’s lying beside his head buzzes and lights up, capturing your attention ever so briefly. But that brief moment is enough for you to see an image that makes your heart drop.
Your heart is beating fast and your mind is racing with a million thoughts per second as you try to comprehend what you just saw.
Jungkook has a photo of him and a girl as his lockscreen.
In the photo, they’re all loved up. He’s kissing her on the lips.
Instantly, you stray away from him, pulling back.
“Why do you have a photo of you kissing another girl as your lockscreen?” you ask, holding yourself above him, your palms on his shoulders.
Is she his ex-girlfriend? If she is, then he’s still hung up on her. What does that make of you? A rebound?
If she isn’t an ex, then the other explanation would be that she’s his current girlfriend.
Him still not being over his ex and resorting to his fuckboy ways would be understandable. It doesn’t make you feel better but you could understand it. But Jungkook cheating? That’s inexcusable and intolerable.
The silence he’s giving you is unbearable. It’s suffocating you so you remove yourself off of him and you get out of his bed.
He sits up and finally speaks. “Wait. Babe, calm down.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?” you yell, seething with anger. “And don’t call me babe.”
If you’re horny then, well, you certainly aren’t horny now. Any sensual and amorous mood you have dissipated completely.
“I know you’re upset,” he says, attempting to placate the situation.
You grab your bra and put it on before sliding your shirt down your body. “Yeah, I am. I really am.”
To think that you were actually falling for him and that you were willing to give your body to him and yet all this time, he’s been playing with you and your feelings is so fucked up.
You move quickly and put on your shoes before gathering your stuff in haste.
Jungkook’s brows furrow with worry. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” you quip, brusque. “I’m leaving. I can’t do this.”
He stands up and scrambles to catch you, zipping his pants up.
“Y/N, please,” he calls while you make your way down the staircase. “Wait. Let me explain.”
Without looking back, you just continue on climbing down until you reach the front door.
He manages to catch your elbow, making you turn to face him. “Let me explain. It’s not—”
“I don’t wanna fucking hear it. I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
You wriggle your arm out of his touch, shaking your head as your eyes start to sting. “Just leave me alone.”
As soon as you’re out of the frat villa, your vision becomes bleary with your tears.
You wipe your eyes away, trying to strengthen yourself. Eventually, it all becomes tiring and you allow yourself to let it all out, your emotions trickling down your cheeks.
So it turns out that this is all a part of his sick game, his scheme. You’re just a conquest to him and perhaps the dates had just been a distraction.
He was starting to show you a different side of him and you had fallen for him. You were ready to give him everything and make yourself vulnerable only for him to drop you and hurt you like that.
You feel like your heart has submerged, past the point of being retrievable beneath the ocean. You’ve spent the past few months getting close to him and look what happened. He played with your heart and now, you’ve become that mistrusting person again.
You played with fire and you got burned.
When you arrive at your dorm, you lock yourself in your room, deciding to shut the whole world out.
After taking a long, hot shower with good music in the background, you put on your soft pajamas and open Netflix on your laptop.
Your phone consistently buzzes with Jungkook’s messages, begging you to talk to him.
You read them but you choose to ignore them despite the fact that his last text is about him deciding to wait in front of the building of your dorm all night if that’s what it takes for you to talk to him.
If there’s one thing about Jungkook, it’s that he doesn’t listen. Even if he knows that you’re mad and you don’t want to see him, he still went after you.
At first, he thought of climbing up your window and sneaking in but your curtain was closed so he abandoned the idea and just decided to wait outside your building.
Sitting on the threshold outside your building, he waits. He waits for hours but it’s pretty clear that you’re never going to come out even if he stays here all night.
When he makes his last attempt to call, all he receives is a not reachable message. And only then does he stand up and leave.
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You mostly spend the next few days studying.
In the library, Jimin suddenly pulls the vacant seat beside you and sets his guitar case down carefully before sitting down.
“I heard about what happened with you and Jungkook.”
Your brows are furrowed as you quickly return your gaze on your paper. “That’s over now. Whatever it was.”
Whatever ship that was, it sank before it can even fully sail.
“Did you even give him a chance to explain his side?”
Facing him, you demur, “He literally has a photo of him kissing a girl as his lockscreen. What is there to explain?”
The butter-haired guy asks again, “Did you let him talk or not?”
He folds his arms. “So you don’t know that that photo is a reminder for him.”
“A reminder?”
He nods.
You blink, confused. “What do you mean?”
“I shouldn’t be the one telling you about it,” he says, grabbing his guitar case and standing up. “You can ask him yourself tomorrow.”
You blink up at him, brows stitched together, expression questionary.
Jimin nods. “At the concert.”
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To say that Jungkook is on edge and nervous is an understatement.
Sitting on a foldable chair backstage, his elbows rest on his thighs as he links his fingers together. He stares at the floor, his foot tapping the ground ceaselessly.
There are a lot of emotions flowing through him right now. He’s mentally here but he’s also somewhere else. He’s simultaneously thinking about the performance tonight and also pondering about you.
“You sure you’re okay to go through tonight?” voices Hoseok from across him as he leans on a stack of flight cases, breaking the thick, silent air around the room.
“Yeah, man,” Taehyung adds. “Are you sure ‘cause we could just—”
“I said I’m fine,” Jungkook insists, terse. “I can do it. I promise I won’t fuck up just like what happened in rehearsals.”
“Hey, Jungkook,” Jimin calls almost immediately. “There’s someone here to see you.”
Jungkook looks up and sees you by the doorway. Instantly, he rises to his feet.
“Hi,” is what departs from his lips.
“Hi,” you echo softly.
“We’ll let the two of you talk,” Jimin says.
As the other guys leave the two of you alone, Jungkook steps closer, keeping a safe distance.
“You came,” he utters, heart thumping loudly. He gnaws on his bottom lip, his eyes peering to the side.
You nod faintly, unsure what to say.
“I’m guessing you’re here to ask me why I have that photo,” he speaks again.
Clutching on your bag tightly, you take a swallow. “I came here to listen to what you have to say.”
Jungkook doesn’t blame you for walking away that day and reacting the way you did. You had every right to be mad at him. He should’ve told you a lot sooner.
He bobs his head and exhales a soft breath before confessing. “I put that photo of me and my ex as a reminder to not give my heart away so easily.”
He nods again, the pain from remembering stuck in his pupils. “It’s true. It was a reminder that if I let my walls down, I could end up and be that guy again—the guy who was thrown away like some unwanted puppy.”
He takes a hefty sigh. “My ex cheated on me. I was serious about her but she never really loved me. The breakup messed me up so I decided to put that as my lockscreen as a reminder. But then, you came into my life and we went on dates and I enjoyed every second of it. I realized that you make me want to try again, Y/N.”
His ex-girlfriend made him think that dating sucks and it can get you fucked up which was why he was closed off to the idea of it—but that was until you.
You made him think that maybe he can have another shot at being happy. That maybe his future when it comes to dating won’t be bad just because his past had been horrible.
For the first time, what’s in the past is really in the past. It won’t move to the present and it won’t repeat itself.
He doesn’t need to keep on looking back at it or even think about it to remind himself of how love and dating failed him.
Setting that picture as his wallpaper was a decision he made not because he still loves her, but because he needed something to remind himself.
He needed a lesson and that photo was it. Every time he looks at it, he’ll know not to trust so easily. He’ll learn how to be careful and cautious when it comes to dating and relationships in general. It’s how he protected himself from getting hurt again.
Whenever he’s with you, whenever he sits beside you and talks to you in class, he’s showing himself to you. He’s showing how it’s lowered every time he’s with you.
You could feel chunks rising up your throat as you realize that you have been the one that’s closed off.
You’re the one that’s been guarded all because of those presumptions that you had and your own experience in the past when the truth is, you were open for someone. But you didn’t want to be open for Jungkook, you didn’t want to give yourself and him a chance because you convinced yourself from the very first date that he’s bad for you. That someone like him would just end up breaking your heart.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” you tell him after a moment. “And for walking off.”
He blinks and shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter now. I just wanna know if you feel the same way for me because I really do like you. I’m just… you drive me so fucking crazy, Y/N. Whenever I’m with you, I can’t think straight. And um, what I’m trying to say is—oh God, what am I saying? Basically, I think you’re amazing and you’re also the smartest person I’ve ever met. You’re my dream girl. My dream everything.”
You hold his arms. “Jungkook.”
He blinks, calming himself down after letting all of that in one go. “Yeah?”
Your heart is pulsing quickly from that speech he gave. Smiling with moistened eyes, you confess softly as your hands drop down to hold his. “I feel the same way. I want us to do this. I want to try.”
“Really? So you’ll be my girlfriend?”
You’re done being afraid of taking risks so you answer with a confident yes.
“A thousand times yes,” you add joyfully.
Jungkook’s smile forms into a fully-fledged grin.
He’s more than ready to take the jump for you and there’s nothing more he wants than this. Doing this with you. Going through everything with you by his side, holding his hand and having his back. Belonging to you.
He steps closer and cups your face, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours.
He savors the moment for a few seconds, convincing himself that this is all real and that he’s finally getting his happiness and his happy ending because he deserves this. He is worthy to be loved and he is good enough.  
When he kisses you, you wish time would never start again.
You wrap your arms around his neck while his palms rest on your lower back, his lips moving against yours like in a dance.
Whatever noise is blasting through the speakers and from your surroundings, all of it have been blacked out. The only thing you could hear is the beating of your own heart. It’s a metronome that’s going in a slow rhythm, speeding up the more you feel his lips and his tongue on your mouth.
Your moment is cut short when Jungkook suddenly gets called by one of his members, telling him that they’re on standby.
You wish that there could be a shooting star right now so you could wish for time to stop and you could just stay here and savor this moment with him.
His hands holding yours, he shouts back and tells him that he’ll be there in a sec.
Turning to you, he pouts and groans. He knows he has to go but he doesn’t want to stop kissing you, doesn’t want to be away from you.
You bob your head for a nod, mutely telling him to go.
“Enjoy the show, yeah?” he asks, cupping your face before stealing one last kiss.
And another.
And another.
You giggle, lovestruck. “Oh my God, Jungkook, go!”
After the last peck, he finally dashes off, sliding his shades down his head.
On your way out of the backstage, Namjoon calls your name.
You turn around, seeing him and Yoongi.
“Come with us,” the tall man says, waving his hand.
Your brows furrow in curiosity. “Where?”
Namjoon has his signature dimpled smile. “Why to the VIP area, of course.”
You follow them, going down the side and slithering through the awaiting crowd. They let you climb up the stairs first.
Namjoon gestures with his hand. “After you, your highness.”
At the first-floor balcony, you can perfectly see the stage where the band will perform.
When the light starts to dim, the crowd starts to roar.
Jin comes running in and starts to hype up the audience.
With his excellent speaking skills, he makes sure to thank everyone for coming and supporting their fundraiser.
Namjoon, Yoongi and you scream along with the people below, excitement and anticipation bubbling up in your bellies.
A few minutes later, Jin finally introduces the band. “Make some noise for The Red Bullet!”
Everyone goes wild when Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook appears on stage.
Your eyes automatically zoom in on Jungkook who takes his place behind the drums.
Taehyung grabs his electric guitar on stage and wears the strap before flashing his alluring and bewitching smile to the crowd.
He holds the mic. “How we feeling tonight? Are we feeling good?”
The crowd cheers fervently.
Satisfied, Taehyung looks over to the other guys and gives them a nod. “Alright, this first song that we’re performing is a song written by our very own drummer, Jungkook.”
He looks back at him and steps to the side slightly, giving the younger one his spotlight.
Jungkook, perched on his stool, grabs his mic from its stand and the noise from the audience heightens before he even starts to speak.
God, he definitely belongs on that stage. He looks absolutely captivating with his purple tinted glasses and his slicked back hair. He has that quintessential rockstar look, with his all-black attire, his piercings and tattoos, his confidence and energy.
“Hi, guys. I’m Jungkook.”
The cheers from the crowd intensifies when he flashes his billion-dollar grin.
From your view, he glows and you can’t stop yourself from smiling, your heart swelling with so many emotions.
“Um, so this song that we’re about to play is a very special song to me,” he resumes when the noise starts to ebb. “You see, I wrote this while thinking of the girl that I love. As a matter of fact, that girl is here.”
He roams his eyes on the crowd for a second before squinting and lifting his gaze upwards to the balcony area, his smile widening when he spots you.
“There she is! There! Yes! Her!” he exclaims, pointing at your direction. “That’s my girl Y/N and I love her so much.”
The crowd applauses and yells their cheers, making your skin feel like it’s on fire. An incandescent light then begins to shine above the balcony.
Your fingers are over your ears as you feel all their eyes on you. “Oh my God. What is he doing?”
On your right and left side, Namjoon and Yoongi are also enthusiastically chirking up along with the crowd.
The former teases you with his bubbly voice while the latter has his gummy smile on display, clapping and nodding proudly and approvingly.
“Jungkook’s done being a hoe. Good for you, bro!” Yoongi screeches and everyone chuckles.
You probably look like an idiot with the way you can’t control your smile. Your cheeks are hot, your heart is thumping loudly and shyness is taking over you the more you feel Jungkook’s loving eyes on you.
When he settles his mic back on the stand and picks his sticks up, frontman Taehyung swoops in again.
With his deep and husky voice, he says, “Alright, this is called Euphoria.”
“Let’s get it!” Namjoon shouts, his hands on the metal railing in the balcony.
Jimin starts to play the guitar.
At first, it’s soft, with Taehyung’s vocals being flawless from the very first five seconds. It then gradually builds, with the tempo during the chorus picking up and you witness Jungkook being in his element. He sings along with Taehyung too, his smooth voice capturing everyone’s hearts.
He smiles and glances up at you whenever he harmonizes with Taehyung during the part where it goes ‘You are the cause of my euphoria.’
And every single time, you could feel your heart skipping a beat.
As soon as they finished, they receive the loudest cheers.
The three of you in the balcony are screaming your hearts out too. You’ve jumped, danced and headbanged to every song that they would play.
After they’ve performed their set, they received the most energetic and enthusiastic cheers ever. The whole venue buzzed and the energy had been so electric and spectacularly wild.
You’d be surprised if your voice is still intact tomorrow from all the screaming that you did tonight.
You were definitely in a state of elation. No. In a state of euphoria.
The moment Jungkook is off stage, he rushes to see you. He doesn’t have any plans on staying or joining the afterparty.
Gliding his way through the crowd as they gather and mingle, he pauses, only to find that you too are intent on finding him.
Meeting in the middle, he takes your hand and leads you outside where it’s quieter.
Your hands wrapped around his neck and his enveloped around your waist, you grin up at him, leaning in for a kiss.
His warm hand cups your cheek as he tilts his head and opens your mouth, deepening the kiss.
Melting into his touch and taste and to all the intense emotions that you feel for him, you press yourself closer, your fingers smoothing the top of his hair and flattening it as you lose yourself in his kiss.
When you both pull back, you’re breathless, completely enamored by each other.
“You were amazing,” you tell him, cupping his warm cheek.
Jungkook smiles lopsidedly. Your opinion is the only thing he cares about and so to hear this from you makes his heart hop.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says, taking your hand.
“Where are we gonna go?”
He smiles, sliding his aviator shades up to rest on his hair. “You’ll see.”
Hand in hand, you trek down the campus grounds, passing by all the main departments before reaching the north side of the university.
You’re at the entrance now, the tall black gates just a few feet away. He leads you to the side where the huge lawn is.
Capturing both of your hands, Jungkook looks at you deeply before he presses his forehead against yours.
Why he took you here, you have no clue. But nonetheless, you close your eyes, breathing him in, your heart wanting to vacate the cages of your chest and jump into his palms.
His thumb strokes the skin beneath your eye. “You said you’ve always wanted a kiss in the rain.”
Okay, you definitely didn’t expect him to say this.
You open your eyes again, your brows stitching. “But it’s not raining.”
“I know.” He chuckles softly, pulling away and taking a few steps back. “That’s why we have these things called sprinklers.”
There goes Jungkook again, never failing to surprise you.
He goes to the corner and squats down, twisting the sprinklers. Water jets out, splattering all over the lawn.
Instinctively, you let out a squeal from the cold water hitting your skin. But it also quickly melts into laughter and smiles when you welcome it with open arms.
You both run around the lawn, carefree as you bask in the makeshift rain.
You extend your hand out for him and he takes it wholeheartedly, twirling you round before pulling you closer to him.
When his eyes are fixed on you, it’s as though he is looking at the whole world, at the universe and the stars. And you think to yourself that no one has ever made you feel like this before.
Yeah, you’re definitely sure about him. This is the most certain that you have ever felt in your whole life.
In the time that you’ve spent getting to know him, you’ve seen how he’s someone who wears his heart on his sleeve.
He never goes below a hundred whenever he’s doing something—he’s focused and gives it his all. He pours all of himself to the people he loves. To him, it’s all or nothing.
He’s someone who deserves only the best things and you never want him to feel like he’s not deserving of that, or that he’s not worthy of being loved.
He once showed you how to be fearless. How to live your life in your own pace, your own terms. Trying out new things, different things.
In order to love someone completely and entirely, you have to shed all your doubts and be unafraid of what’s to come.
And now, this is you being brave. This is you being ready to stick with him. You being ready to stay with him and make him happy.
“Hey, Jungkook?”
“Yes, baby?” he asks, his palm rubbing your back while your hands are on his shoulders.
“You said you loved me earlier.”
He licks his lips, blinking fast. “Yeah, I… uh… well, it’s how I feel about you and I just wanted you to know that. But you don’t have to say it back if you’re not—”
You hold the sides of his face and kiss him.
When you pull back, you have the brightest, surest smile.
“I love you, too.”
You step back a bit and place your hands on the corners of your mouth.
You scream into the heavens, “I’m in love with Jeon Jungkook! Most of the time, he’s a pain in the ass but he’s my pain in the ass!”
He laughs heartily, his heart bursting like multi-colored fireworks at your romantic gesture.
As he keeps his eyes on you, he thinks that you are, without a doubt, the girl of his dreams and the princess that he has been waiting for his whole life.
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Sitting down on the fifth row at the lecture theater and waiting for your professor to finish setting up, you bring out your phone and keep yourself occupied for a few minutes, scrolling through and re-reading your conversations with your boyfriend, Jungkook.
Looking back at it in hindsight, it’s been a crazy ride. There you were at the beginning of Spring semester searching for a guy who is hopefully swipe-right material and who can match with your type.
You had these preconceptions before, these rules about what you’re looking for in a guy. Turns out you don’t need them.
There are no such things as rules when it comes to attraction because you’ll feel it within yourself when the right one comes in your life. You’ll feel it the more you spend time with them and get to know them.
And sometimes, they’re nothing like you expected them to be. They won’t fit the image you had in mind. Sometimes, they would be the complete opposite from you.
And that’s okay because that’s how you get to learn about one another. You get used to them and you get to accept them and the fact that you’re both different people. You don’t have to try and change because you both love each other for who you are.
Life is certainly full of surprises, isn’t it? It just so happened that yours came in the form of a six-foot-tall guy who reads his Marvel comics every day even though he finished all of them, who runs thirty miles in his spare time just for fun, who has a lot to say about pulped orange juice and who spits out random facts that he accumulated from watching TED talks.
There is no such thing as Mr. Perfect. But maybe there is a Mr. Right. A Mr. Right Person In The Right Time. The right person during that moment in time where you feel like nothing else matters but him and where he’s the only thing that’s right and constant.
On the way to class, Jungkook quickly checks his phone for the time.
It lights up, his lockscreen putting a smile on his face. It’s you and him, grinning widely with the sunset as your backdrop.
Proposing the dates with you had been one of those moments where he had to quickly think on his feet. It was one of those spurs of the moments and yet it became one of his best decisions.
And, if you think about it, this all began because of Tinder. So, really, he has that app to thank for.
He gazes over the time, realizing that he only has two minutes left. Hurriedly, he goes to the classroom, a few people entering with him.
He occupies the space beside you, his sweet smile greeting you.
The class begins and he brings out his notebook and pen. He looks at the front and listens to the professor as she reminds the students who still haven’t done their project to do it before the end of this week.
Thank goodness you both don’t have to worry about that now.
A few days after the concert, you and Jungkook did your presentation in class and aced it. All the work and the planning and the time spent doing research, it all paid off.
In the midst of taking notes, you grab your water bottle on the desk, taking a drink.
Jungkook takes a glance at you before flipping a page of his notebook. He jots something before sliding it over for you to see.
You look so pretty today.
I’m literally sleep deprived, you write on the space below.
It’s true. You haven’t gotten much sleep this week because of finals. You’re living like a zombie these days. You probably look like one too. You resemble that losing the will to live meme.
Jungkook scribbles back, occasionally glancing at the front so he looks like he’s listening.
And you still look so pretty.
Your brows furrow, looking down at your perpetually haggard self. You’re wearing his hoodie and a pair of your old leggings.
This does it for you? Hoodie and leggings? you reply, casting your stare at the front afterwards.
His lips twitch upwards as he writes his response.
When you look down again, your heart backflips.
You do it for me is written below, followed by a smiley face.
Walking through the corridor once class is finished, you turn to your boyfriend. “Jungkook?”
His thumb rubs the back of your palm while his fingers are twined with yours. “Yes, baby?”
“Do you really think I’m pretty even though I look like a mess?”
“You don’t look like a mess.”
You pout. “You’re just saying that.”
He stops walking and faces you. “No. I’m serious. You look absolutely fine. If you think that you look like a mess, then you’re a prettiest one that I’ve ever seen.”
This earns him a smile from you and he swipes your hair gently.
Ugh. Him and his way with words. It always ends up with you swooning for him. You’re so whipped for him, it’s disgusting.
“You’ll always be beautiful to me, princess,” he says. “And whenever you’re feeling like you’re not, that’s fine because it’s why I’m here. I’ll be the best hypeman slash boyfriend for you. Like that Will Smith meme.”
You do the pose from that meme of Will Smith on the red carpet.
Immediately, you burst out in laughter when you see Jungkook doing it at the exact same time as you. He chuckles too after seeing you, loving how his humor is in sync with yours.
The number of times that you both found yourselves being in sync, doing and saying things at the same time, knowing what the other is about to say is honestly so fascinating.
It’s weirdly scary and ridiculously funny how your braincells are practically on the same wavelength nowadays.
You go for a quick peck on his lips, smiling. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
“Let’s skip lunch,” you announce, fingers threading softly on his hair.
His brows crease, bottom lip protruding for a small pout. “What? But we don’t wanna be hungry before our next cla—oh. Oh.”
“My dorm or yours?”
“Actually, I have a better idea.”
He lets you take his hand and lead him out of the building.
You enter the library, going up the third floor.
As soon as you arrive at that particular floor, the gears in his mind turns.
He bites his lip, fighting off his toothy grin as you drag him past the rows of empty aisles packed with volumes about medieval literature.
It’s pretty well-known in the whole campus that no one ever goes in this section. And if they do, it’s only to fuck.
At the very back, he takes lead and spins you round in his arms. His back against the shelf, he holds you close. With wide eyes, he opens his mouth, about to say something when you cut him off, placing a finger over his lips.
“Before you say anything, no, I am not fucking in the library,” you proclaim, adamant.
“Of course, you’re not,” he retorts when you pull your finger away.
Your lips suddenly curl up into a smirk, your eyelids fluttering slowly at him.
Your fingertips trace lines on his chest and you lean forward to whisper sultrily in his ear. “But… I’ll let you eat me out here.”
His pupils are lustful and wide the moment you uttered the words. “Are you serious?”
He barely blinks. “You really want me to?”
You nod, biting your lower lip mischievously. “Yeah. I really want you to.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Jungkook just loves to eat you out. It’s so satisfying to see you come undone with his mouth as well as his cock. He could just suck you every hour of the day.
Before you and him had each other, you kept on sucking each other’s souls out and God, if it isn’t the best head that he’s ever gotten in his whole life.
Gripping your hips tighter, he pushes you back, hoisting you to the slanted ladder attached to the bookcase.
You hold onto the rails and take a sharp swallow.
He props your legs around his waist and leans forward, lips pressing on yours, melting your nerves. When he moves to place butterfly kisses on your jawline, his hands rake up your skirt.
“If we get caught…” you trail off, eyes panning to your left and right.
You don’t know what you would do if someone suddenly passes by and sees you perched on a ladder with a boy’s head between your thighs.
Jungkook nips on the skin below your neck before soothing it with his tongue. He faces you with a smirk. “Better stay quiet then.”
You decide to play with him. “That won’t be hard to do, babe.”
This is a challenge. This is a fucking challenge that he’s hearing. And there’s nothing more he loves than being challenged.
He spreads your legs open, his eyes glistening darkly. “Oh, princess, you’re about to eat your words.”
When your skirt is all bunched up and your panties are out for him to see, he bends down and presses an open-mouthed kiss on your center.
You suck in a breath loudly and he shoots you a look.
Biting your lower lip, his finger glides your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt to him. His hot tongue licks a trail up and you let out an involuntary moan.
God. He hasn’t even had a proper go at it and you’re already losing. You’re already on the verge of becoming a moaning mess.
Jungkook is about to wreck you so hard. You’ll never know what’s going to hit you.
You’re excited and nervous at the same time because you can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The last time you and him did it in an open space was in a cinema’s parking lot. It was late at night and you were both in his car. That was such an unbelievably hot night.
Jungkook stands up again and crushes his lips on yours. It’s languid but it’s enough to have you moaning needily against his mouth.
You can feel him smiling as he moves his tongue with yours and when he breaks away, he grips your panties and pulls it down. He crumples the article of clothing in his fist and crams them in your mouth.
He puts a finger over his lips and shushes you. “You don’t wanna get caught now, do you?”
With your panties in your mouth, you shake your head.
Crouching back down, he starts to trail his tongue up in your entrance before sucking on your clit. Your thighs start to clench, your teeth biting down on your panties when his tongue flattens on your nub.
He quickly glances up at you and you just know that there’s a devilish smirk painted on his face right now. You don’t even have to look at him to know that he’s feeling triumphant.
Jungkook enters a finger and slowly curls it inside your pussy. You breathe in sharply and shut your eyes close as your boyfriend’s face disappears again as he eats you out.
Your cunt is gushing with your arousal and he makes sure to slurp your wetness, lapping at your folds.
You grip on the railings tightly as your walls begin to clench. You can’t find it in you to stay still and he holds your thighs as he keeps on rolling his tongue on your clit. You look down on him, his head between your thighs as he devours you like this is his favorite meal.
You glance to the side for a brief second, seeing how empty the area is. The fact that someone could just walk in and see the two of you is nerve-wracking. But you’re not gonna lie, there’s also a fluttering sensation brewing inside of you when you think about it.
At first, you were nervous about this but now, you’re enjoying everything that he’s giving you.
When Jungkook enters a second finger and thrusts into your hole relentlessly while he licks up your arousal around your folds, you think that you’re about to lose it entirely.
He’s so deep inside you as he pumps his fingers at a much faster pace. Now you’re thankful that he shoved your underwear in your mouth because you really would be screaming by now. You’d be screaming his name like it’s the only word you know.
Tilting your head back with eyes closed, Jungkook pulls his fingers out and makes a V shape, opening your folds wide as he sinks his skilful tongue inside and sucks the soul out of you. His spit is on your cunt and he grows harder at the sounds you’re making right now.
God. Ever since you’ve been intimate with Jungkook, you have never felt like this. You’ve always found that he makes sure to go above and beyond when it comes to pleasuring his partner.
He makes a growling sound when he sees you become wetter, when he feels you becoming warmer. You’re clenching your thighs hard and you know you’re about to fall apart soon.
His tongue rolls around your clit, sucking on it while he inserts a third finger in your cunt.
All you could think of right now is fuck, you are about to come. It’s all swear words in your mind right now. Swear words and Jungkook.
He looks up at you, his other hand squeezing your thigh. “Are you close, baby?”
You bite on your panties hard as you nod. If you could speak right now, you’d tell him to not stop because you’re so close to being tipped over the edge.
“Good,” he says, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your thigh before rubbing his thumb on your clit.
His tongue laps on your pussy again as your core tightens and you moan against the material in your mouth.
He smirks as he hears the muffled groans as all the tension inside you is released. It’s a high that you never want to come down from.
Shaking, you come undone and Jungkook groans animalistically. He’s so aroused in seeing you break, in seeing his handiwork. He’s so turned on right now and all the blood is going straight to his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he watches you ride your orgasm, his hand smoothing the skin on your trembling thigh.
When you open your eyes again, you feel sensitive, lightheaded and boneless after that experience.
You can’t think straight right now as you stare at Jungkook. It’s the best orgasm of your life and the hottest sexual experience of your life. But then again, you always think like this every time Jungkook takes you with his mouth or his cock.
Whenever you’re intimate with him, it’s always going to be the hottest sexual experience of your life. It’s always going to be one hell of an orgasm whenever you’re with him.
Let’s be honest. The guy’s stroke game is insane. He’s an absolute beast when it comes to bed. And just thinking about it makes your core throb again.
He finally pulls away from your pussy and helps you come down from the ladder until your feet are fully planted on the floor.
He takes a step back and leans against the shelf with crossed arms. With a lopsided smile, he raises his brow as he licks his slick fingers clean.
You take your panties out from your mouth and let out an exhale.
“Oh my God,” you say like you’re under a spell. “That was… wow.”
He smiles and before he can speak, you catch him off guard when you make a sudden move by kissing him. It’s a messy and open-mouthed kiss like you’re on a mission. Honestly, you are ready to be on your knees right here, right now.
Your hands travel down from his pecs to the buttons of his pants.
“Whoa. Slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, catching your hands.
“I want you,” you tell him, eyes glazed with lust and need.
“This was about you,” he rebuffs.
“Now it can be about you. I wanna make you feel good too, babe.”
Jungkook caresses your cheek with his thumb before holding your hand. “Let’s go to my place then.”
He leads you out of the aisle and you both run back to the frat house in no time. His other fist is balled up as it grips your panties.
After shutting his door and locking the room, Jungkook swoops in and wraps his arms around your back, merging his mouth with yours.
You arch your back for him as your fingers wind through the back of his head, tiptoeing to kiss him hotly and erotically. Your hand slides down on his chest as your tongues clash into each other.
You tug on his shirt as you walk back and lie down on his bed. He breaks away from the kiss for a second to watch you crawl upwards as he takes his shirt off.
He hovers above you as you feel the bed dip when he comes in. His fingers find the hem of your shirt and you sit up and raise your arms, helping him get rid of your clothing.
Cupping his face, you dive for a quick kiss before you hold his shoulders and push him down on the bed. You start to unbutton his jeans and slide it down, seeing the dent beneath his boxers.
He draws a sharp breath as he runs his fingers through his hair and places his pillow near the headboard so he can rest on it.
You smirk at him. “Bet you’re glad you have a pillow now, huh?”
He bites down on his lip as he sends a grin on your way.
“I know,” he says and you chuckle together.
You remember how he told you one day in class that the reason why he was late was because he lost track of time while he was sat in Starbucks. He had been browsing for pillows to buy during that time and when he revealed that to you, your eyes widened.
“You did? I’m so proud of you,” you told him then.
He smiled excitedly before he brought his books out.
From having no pillows and having only a rolled towel on his bed, he now has four pillows and a dog plushie he got from IKEA.
You take his boxers off and touch his huge thighs, your palms skimming on the expanse of his abs because you know he loves it when you touch his body.
The first time you had him, you were surprised by how big he is. You were sure that he wouldn’t even fit inside you and that he’d actually break you in half. But the more time you spend getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes, the more time you memorize each other’s bodies, the more you get used to one another.
You palm his cock, your thumb smearing his pre-cum around the head before slowly moving in an up-down motion.
Jungkook’s head lolls back when you open your mouth and take him in.
Bobbing your head down, you suck on his cock. You switch between sucking and giving his cock kitten licks while looking at him.
He’s receptive with your every move, his eyes wide with lust and his moans vocal and loud. He groans in pleasure when you go deeper, his head hitting your throat.
He loves how you’re so good with your mouth. You always give him the best head and honestly, he thinks he’s the luckiest guy alive to have you as his girlfriend.
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath when you lick and suck his cock, your saliva all over him.
There’s nothing sexier than seeing you take all of him in your mouth.
He doesn’t even know how one person can have so much power over him but then again, he’s not surprised. You’ll always have that effect on him.
You’ll always give him these intense feelings that he has never experienced before. You’ll always be the person he’ll surrender himself to, the one he’ll submit to.
You cup his balls and he thinks that if you keep this up, he’ll bust his load.
“Babe, that’s enough,” he says and you rise up and look at him. “I don’t wanna come just yet.”
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and he sits up and switches the position when you lie back down.
He reaches for the clasp of your bra and unclips it, throwing it to the side. Next is your skirt, which is easy to pull down. Your folds are glistening, still wet from your little tryst in the library.
Now bare in front of him, Jungkook starts to pepper you with kisses. He crashes his lips with yours, languid and relaxed like he has all the time in the world.
You moan against his mouth, teeth tugging on his lower lip before he encloses his mouth in your hardened nipple.
Flicking his tongue and sucking on the bud, you arch your back in response, sighing in pleasure.
“So perfect,” he remarks sweetly.
You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock rub against your folds. Your core throbs with need and desire for him as he preps you even though you know that you’re wet enough.
He goes to your other nipple, his hand kneading on your tits. He presses a kiss down your navel until he reaches your entrance and swipes his tongue up your folds.
You moan and shake uncontrollably at the sensation and he sits up straight, pumping his cock a few times.
It’s only after a few months into the relationship where you told Jungkook that you’d be okay with him not using a condom. You wanted the two of you to get tested first and be absolutely sure. Even though you were already on the pill before you even started dating, you still wanted to use protection when you both had sex for the first time.
You whimper his name needily, clutching on the sheets of his mattress.
He smirks and angles himself in your pussy and you open your legs wider to entice him. “Ready?”
You offer a nod, looking into his eyes.
“Fuck me,” you taunt, your tongue running along your teeth.
He leans forward to kiss you and relax you even further while he goes for the first thrust inside you. Your nails dig on his back as you both release a moan.
You exhale softly as you accommodate every inch of him. When you feel adjusted to him, he pushes forward until he bottoms out.
He grunts gutturally, loving the feeling of being inside you. He leaves wet kisses on your jaw and your collarbone as he moves slowly.
This is something that you’ve always loved about him. He takes his time and takes it slow with you. He doesn’t rush it whenever you’re having sex.
It’s only when you demand for him to go fast does he go faster.
He holds you and thrusts into you in a much quicker pace, hitting your sweet spots. You’re moaning his name shamelessly, the sinful sounds of skin slapping skin filling the entire room.
Jungkook’s fringe falls over his forehead as he buries himself deeper into your cunt. He holds your thigh and you keep your legs locked around his waist for a better angle. He groans breathily against the skin of your shoulder.
“Harder,” you croak out against his ear as you meet his sharp thrusts and leave scratches on his back.
His voice is husky and gruff when he answers you. “You want rough, huh, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck me.”
Jungkook’s eyes are blazing with desire and he pulls out from you. He flips you over so you’re on your stomach.
You’re on all fours for him as he holds your waist, aligning himself in your entrance. He easily glides in, his cock all covered with your slick.
He fucks you faster and harder this time and you bury your face in his pillow, your teeth biting down on the cover to keep you from screaming.
He feels so good inside you. So deep and so good that you feel like you’re going to lose your mind.
His groans are throaty and hoarse as he slams himself into you. His palms squeeze your ass as he thrusts deeper. You’re so warm and wet, your pussy tight and greedy for his cock every time he almost pulls out.
“Oh my God,” you moan while he flicks his fingers on your nipples.
The bed is moving, the headboard hitting the wall. You’re screaming his name, your walls tightening on his cock.
The coiling in your stomach is intense and tight. You know you’re not going to last with how good and how hard Jungkook is fucking you.
You chew on your lip hard as your cheek is pressed on the sheet.
“God, you feel so good, baby,” he says, grabbing a handful of your hair as he thrusts deeper.
He isn’t sure he’s going to last either with the way you take him in and the way he moves smoothly.
“I’m so close,” you cry out, shutting your eyes as you feel your climax. “Fuck—”
His hand finds your clit. He harshly thumbs on it in circles. “Baby, come for me. Give it to me.”
One harsh stroke and one flick of your clit becomes your undoing.
You let go, crying out your moans as he cups your breasts, fingers rolling on your nipple.
Your orgasm has you shuddering and breathing heavily and Jungkook lets out a groan as he feels your walls pulsating around him and sees you creaming around him.
He lets you ride your high out while he leans forward to trail butterfly kisses on your back and your nape, swiping your hair before grabbing it and pulling it back slightly.
With a few more rough and deep pumps, he comes inside you. His moans are shaky and you smile against the pillow as you feel him emptying his seed inside you. Your cunt milks him for every last drop as he goes for a few sloppy thrusts before he pulls out from your swollen folds.
You plop back down and roll over, lying on your back, completely and utterly spent.
He drops beside you and gives you a quick peck on your cheek, a dazed smile gracing his lips. “You okay, baby?”
You face him, your lips twisting up. “Yeah. I’m good.”
He smiles boyishly before pressing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips and your cheek.
You both catch your breath for a minute, holding each other in silence, tangled in the sheets.
Jungkook grabs the box of tissues, handing it to you so you can wipe the mess dripping down between your thighs. He lets you wear one of his white shirts as he puts on his grey Carhartt shirt.
Huddled together in bed, you both reel in from the afterglow, talking to each other and giggling together.
You then decide to grab your phone from your bag as Jungkook rests his eyes for a bit.
When you lie back down beside him, he opens one of his eyes and takes a peek at what you’re doing on your screen.
“You’re finally deleting your Tinder?” he asks, his lips twitching upwards for a smile as he raises his hands and places them on the back of his head while he leans against the headboard.
“Yep. I’ve no use for it anymore. I literally haven’t opened it ever since you asked me to go out on a date with you,” you tell him, nimble fingers pressing buttons on the app.
“I deleted mine ages ago,” Jungkook reveals, sliding his nose on your shoulder in a slow and gentle rhythm.
You face him, curious. “When?”
He lifts his gaze up and smiles at you. “The moment you said yes.”
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It’s a Saturday afternoon and you’re studying in bed.
When your phone buzzes beside you, you take a pause, dropping your pen.
JK ♡ [3:30 pm]: 
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You chew on your Snickers bar, smiling to yourself as you try to come up with a humorous response to this image he sent.
That was you when you saw me swipe left on your profile, you type back.
JK ♡ [3:32 pm]: YO THAT WAS ME FR
JK ♡ [3:32 pm]: 💀💀
When you’re about to type a reply, you get a text from your boyfriend’s frat brother.
Taehyung [3:34 pm]: hey bestie
Clicking on his message and opening the conversation, you key in your answer quickly.
Y/N [3:35 pm]: what’s up?
Taehyung [3:37 pm]: i just woke up. can u tell your boyfriend to cook me food plz? he won’t move 😭
Taehyung [3:40 pm]: this is him texting you btw
Taehyung [3:40 pm]: 
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Taehyung [3:40 pm]: he’s like that whenever he’s texting you
Gnawing down on your lip, you grin hugely like an idiot as you stare at the photo.
Babe, please go and cook your bro some food, you write to your boyfriend after switching back to your conversation. I need to go back to studying. I’ll text you later. And maybe you can come over and spend the night?
Jungkook, on the other hand, is quick to spring up from his seat after reading your messages, strolling over to the kitchen, whistling ecstatically as he prepares food.
You continue studying for twenty more minutes and when you reach the end of a chapter, you check your phone, grabbing it from your nightstand.
Thanks bestie 👍🏻, Taehyung wrote.
You then check your beloved’s message next.
JK ♡ [3:44 pm]: 🍆💦😘
Your lips automatically edge upwards, already thinking about tonight with your Mr. Right.
Your Mr. Right (Swipe).
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taeshobipop · 3 months ago
I Heard a Rumor. jjk
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banner credits to the talented @introgfx
pairing: Jungkook x Reader
genre: fluff, smut, college!au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, friends to lovers
summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.
rating: 18+ sexual content.
warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful
word count: 8.1k
a/n ✑ ok this is very random. idk how and idk why but here it is.. i’ve had this idea for a while but may have written this whole thing only five minutes ago lol. i also edited the first few sentences and then was like.. hmm ok i done enough :) 
and also big thank you to Onyx @introlxv​ who made this banner so fast when i didn’t even write the fic yet 😭 thank you ily 💖 
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In Namjoon’s defense, he had only told one other person about your embarrassing little slip-up.
The man simply thought it was funny. Cute, even! You had just looked so flustered that legally it would be a crime to keep this moment all to himself.
Picture this: you’re browsing through your Insta stories and land on Jeon Jungkook’s latest life update (in this installment, we have a zoom-in shot of a squirrel jumping from branch to branch). 
You click on his profile, study each post with rapt attention, heart eyes practically bursting out onto the floor. And during this period, your mind forgets about the danger of the situation, which is why you end up absently double-tapping one of his photos. A photo from two years ago, mind you.
“Shit!” You had hissed, fingers immediately undoing your mistake in the form of a red heart. Your eyes darted around the area only to be met with Namjoon. 
“D-do not tell a soul,” you had hissed at him, and he merely smirked at how fast your cheeks were heating up, amusement dancing in his gaze at the mortified look upon your face.
What Namjoon didn't anticipate, however, was that the entire university cohort would find out about it too.
“But I only told Cardamon!” Namjoon says… Who told Sally, who told Chris, who told Yeji, who then told front desk receptionist Park Jimin — whom everyone knows is practically a walking megaphone. 
And like a game of Chinese Whisper, the story was somehow twisted along the way. How a simple sentence of the miss click of your finger had evolved into Y/n has a crush on Jeon Fucking Jungkook, was beyond you.
But the how doesn’t matter now, because the damage is done. And so is your life.
Namjoon recounts this sequence of events carefully, an impish smile ensuing the second the realization hits. He rubs the back of his neck, looks around the picnic table you’re seated at. It’s an open field. Sunny skies. 
Namjoon has no place to run.
“Yeah, oh,” you say through clenched teeth. “I’m done. I’m cutting you out of my life. The rats can eat you for all I care.”
Tired, Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just one rumor — say it isn’t true. Heck, say that it’s me who actually likes him!”
“That’s not the problem, Joon,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation, eyes shut.
“Then, what is it?”
This man was dense. He was dense and slow and annoying and—
Namjoon gasps as if he had just won the lottery. “No fucking way. Y/n!”
“You actually like Jeon?” he laughs and scoffs. He scaughs. “Who would’ve thought? And here I was thinking that you were mindlessly stalking our friends.”
If your face wasn’t so hot, the glare you were giving Namjoon might have actually scared him. 
“I still don’t see what the problem is,” he shrugs off your scathing gaze, “if you think about it, this might actually work in your favor. I basically confessed for you.”
“So it’s a good thing.”
“No. Because Jungkook was never supposed to know,” you cry, then wring your fingers into your hair. “I’ll just have to hide from him forever.”
Namjoon grows impatient at your nonsensical statements and absurd remarks. It would be difficult, if not impossible, for you to avoid Jungkook because (A) you were in the same friend group, and (B) the two of you shared a class together — literally being seatmates in that class, too.
When he voices this to you, you only give him your best glare. 
“Guess I’ll have to make new friends now.”
“Why?” Namjoon groans. He really doesn’t get it. If anything, this was a good thing for you and the entire friend group. It would stop the younger from trash-talking all the men you go on dates with. Because if Namjoon has to hear the words he’s not good enough uttered by Jungkook one more time...he might actually lose it.
“Because we’ve fucked before!”
Silence. A beat. And then: “No.”
You bang your forehead against the table, and Namjoon scolds you for being so reckless.
“Was it that bad?” he asks, at least sounding a bit more sympathetic now. When your eyes peer up to look at him, Namjoon is thrown off by the sheen of tears that gloss over your pupils.
“The opposite. It was so good,” you whine, and Namjoon hands you a crumpled tissue from his pants pocket. “Every fuck I’ve had since never lives up to it, not even remotely close.”
There’s a brown stain on the tissue (coffee, you hope), but the snot that teases by your nostrils doesn’t pick up on a scent when you take the used thing and roughly blow your nose into it. Namjoon grimaces.
You whisper a meek “thanks,” and hand the booger-infested tissue back to Namjoon. He receives it hesitantly, pinching it between his fingertips as he puts it aside.
“And after we did it,” you continue to blabber, “we agreed that it was a one-time thing. No strings attached sort of deal.”
“But now you’ve attached a string,” Namjoon nods solemnly, finally understanding the predicament you were in.
“I have, and I didn’t mean to.”
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There wasn’t anything notably special about the day that it happened. 
Jungkook was over at your place for the usual study session for the one class you shared — Biology. 
He lies on your bed, stomach first, fingers twirling his pencil like a teenage girl writing a diary entry.
“So...saliva circulates the oral cavity and picks up food debris, bacterial cells, and red blood cells?” Jungkook asks as he flips through a set of impressively neat and color-coordinated notes.
“No,” you shake your head, back leaning against the bed’s headboard, “white blood cells. Not red.”
He crosses out his previous word and scribbles down white on top.
There’s always a lot of content to cover, so sometimes you and Jungkook end up ‘studying’ for so long that time passes without your acknowledgment. 
It’s only when your head starts to drop to an uncomfortable angle before reflexively bouncing, or when you hear your study partner softly snoring, that you realize it might be time to take a break. 
Breaks that mostly consisted of power naps, each other bitching about the day, Jungkook cleaning out your fridge, Jungkook complaining that you have nothing to eat, Jungkook ordering dinner for the two of you, picking up where you left off in Kitchen Nightmares, and Jungkook making you laugh your ass off with his terrible impersonations of Gordon Ramsay. Your dolphin-like laughter muffled against his chest.
It was a strange dynamic. Sometimes a little too intimate. And you question if maybe, maybe, Jungkook has become a little too comfortable with you.
He likes to burp in your face and pee with the bathroom door wide open, cackling horrendously every time you shriek at him for being so...uncivilized.
“Damn, there’s saliva glands on the surface tissue of our cheeks, lips, tongue, and palate,” Jungkook muses. You blink out of your current zone-out. He glances up at you. “Made out with this girl once, and her mouth was like a fucking water fountain. So. Much. Spit,” Jungkook says, “did not enjoy.”
Your eyes peer up at him from the textbook, shrugging. “I dunno. I think it’s kinda hot when guys spit in your mouth.”
Wow, who would have guessed that you would reveal your spit kink to Jeon Jungkook? Not you.
“You must be joking. That’s gross,” it’s said with clear distinction, as if you had personally offended the man with this disclosure. Either way, you stick to your claim.
“It’s hot.”
“No, it’s gross. And unsanitary.”
“Sex itself is pretty ‘unsanitary’,” you refute with air quotes, and Jungkook purses his lips.
You assume that he’d drop the subject now. Go back to studying for a few more minutes before ultimately claiming it was time for another break.
“Okay, then,” Jungkook huffs, sets his notebook and pencil to the side. He dusts his hands, then his pants. “Let’s test this theory out.”
“...what theory?”
His cheeks are mildly pink when he admits this, and he doesn’t seem to want to look you in the eye. Choosing to stare at some random point behind you on the headboard.
“Your spitting kink,” Jungkook rushes out. You blink. “I’ll spit in your mouth.”
The world tilts on an axis, heart lurching up to clog your constricting throat. “Haha...” you try to ease the tension somehow, deeming this was one of Jungkook’s weird uncivilized moments again. But his face was redder than a ripe tomato. 
“M-maybe I just didn’t like it because I wasn’t feelin’ the girl...ya know?” he stutters. And you would be a liar if you said a gush of wetness had not just invaded your kitty. “This is also for...scientific purposes. Research...fieldwork...”
“Yes.” Jungkook nods enthusiastically, still remarkably red. 
What was going on? What was happening? You had no clue. The only thing you did know was that your coochie was getting all tingly. The sister was crying for this hunk of a man, begging for you to say yes. Fucking do it. 
And frankly, you mayhaps were also a little curious. What did the spit of the glorified campus hotshot Jeon Jungkook taste like? Okay, ew. You can see how it sounds gross now. But just imagine. Jungkook hovering over you, fingers gently gripping your jaw, his thick thigh kept in between your heat to—
Jungkook scooches closer, and you snap back to reality. “Um,” he toys with the material of your blanket, sitting like one of those big titty anime girls with his sparkly doe-eyes. Gradually, he musters up some balls to meet your equally embarrassed gaze. “This wasn’t- I was just- I...”
The dude winces at himself and his lack of profundity. “I wasn’t joking — if that’s what you’re thinking.” He finally concludes, clearing his throat. His lashes flutter as if only now realizing what he was asking of you.
“Well...if it’s for science?”
“It’s for science!” Jungkook jumps at your words, eager to make himself seem not as desperate, but the mere volume of his tone tells you otherwise. You flinch, and the boy repeats himself, softer this time. “It’s for...science.”
“And how can we say no to science, right?” you punch his arm lightly, urging him to not seem so unsettled. Because then this whole thing would be even more awkward than it needs to be. “As aspiring biologists and all.” Your subsequent chuckle sounds robotic, stale, but all that matters is that it manages to break a toothy grin across Jungkook’s face.
“That’s exactly it,” he concedes, “up and coming biologists.”
You move the heavy textbook to the side the moment he begins to crawl the short distance to you on the bed. Jungkook reaches your outstretched legs, a languid and telling smirk creeping upon his face. He makes sure to give you an intense once over, making you feel completely exposed despite your fully clothed state. 
The mood has shifted within a matter of seconds, yet you aren’t one to complain. 
“How do you want me?” Jungkook purrs, voice so low and deep, it wakes an army of butterflies in your belly. “Under,” he inches closer, leaning forward, “to the side,” his large palms land on your hips, better positioning himself, “or...” You stifle a yelp when Jungkook abruptly pulls you down, your head crashing into the mattress. “On top?”
As Jungkook hovers over you, your hands automatically grip his solid arms, struggling to meet his gaze. His legs cage yours in a way that should feel unpleasant but strangely feels protected instead. And when your palms slide up to rest on his shoulders, absentmindedly pulling him down, Jungkook smirks in triumph. 
“Still sure about this?” he murmurs, thumb sneaking under your shirt to draw lines on the skin of your hips.
You reply to his question by clacking open your jaw — mouth wide and tongue barely sticking out. 
Jungkook’s gaze instantly darkens, muttering a curse under his breath as he leans closer. You see the muscle beneath his jaw work, bopping slowly. Until soon enough, he’s puckering his lips. A glob of saliva drips down to your mouth, and your lips close to sever the translucent chord.
When you swallow, the moan that catches in his throat takes you by surprise, eyes sparkling as if he had just uncovered a new biomedical phenomenon. “Theory: positive,” Jungkook says, then he’s stuffing his face into the crook of your neck, hot lips pressed against the pulse points on your skin, erupting goosebumps.
“Kook,” your chest involuntarily arches into him. 
You could smell him — the woodsiness of his shampoo, the light sweat on his skin, and the faint detergent of his clothes. All too intoxicating until your senses are flooded with Jungkook and Jungkook only.
He slides your shirt over your shoulder, teeth grazing your collarbone gently before he lifts his face up. “What is it, love?”
The region between your legs flutters at the low tenor of his voice, and whatever mask of remaining friendship you have is thrown out the window.
“Nothing,” you mumble, shaking your head before you drag Jungkook down and capture his lips in yours. 
He hums in surprise at the sudden confidence you possess. Not reciprocating until you feel his hands glide out from under your shirt, hooking beneath the bend of your thigh to wrap around his torso.
“We doing this?” Jungkook murmurs into your lips, kissing you like he wants to prove a point, like he needs to prove a point. His tongue slips into your mouth, and something about the amount of saliva he produces stirs you on.
You remember reading somewhere that just the thought of hunger is enough to rapidly increase saliva flow. Could that apply here as well? A desire for the other that is so insatiable, it almost makes your mouth physically water.
Jungkook parts your lips with a loud pop. 
“Fuck,” he grunts, rolling his hips against yours. He scrambles to pull you closer, grinding his hips deeper into you, and yet he still makes sure to say, “Y/n, I need an answer.”
“Yes,” you whimper, ducking your face into his neck as a last resort to preserve some modesty. “W-we’re doing this. If you want…”
“Hell yeah, I wanna,” he growls, and presumes to pull the cotton shorts down from your legs. His thumb runs down the wet patch of your panties, smirking once he feels how ready you are. Jungkook pushes the soiled fabric to the side, sinking a single finger in, and then a second one making you gasp.
“Been dying to feel you,” he mutters, swallowing your moans as he fucks you with his fingers. He seems to have taken a liking to your whole spit kink agenda, beckoning you to watch as he gathers his saliva on the surface of his tongue, then envelopes your lips to transfer the spit. 
This was more than what you could have ever imagined. It was weird. Filthy. But you loved it. The tell-tale sign of your shaking thighs had him groaning against your skin.  
With a last chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, Jungkook pulls away to unbuckle his belt and release his erected cock. 
“Condom,” you breathe, and he nods, arms blindly searching the covers of your bed. Your lips part to inform him that he wouldn’t find a condom laying around on your bed, but then Jungkook grabs his pencil case, roots out a condom, and tears the foil. 
When he looks up, one of your eyebrows is arched in question. 
“Jin hyung,” Jungkook says. As if that was going to explain anything. He doesn’t go further and focuses on rolling the rubber down his length.
“Ready?” Jungkook asks lowly, shrinking the small gap between your bodies. You nod as he laces your fingers together, biting your lower lip when he places your hands above your head almost lovingly.
The first press of his cock is intense. “Jesus Christ,” Jungkook grunts, exhaling against the shell of your ear. He is thick and heavy, and your walls immediately clench around him as if wanting more. Then, Jungkook starts to thrust.
His grip on your hands becomes tighter, a tense gasp of your name jerked from his throat as he lets the slow drag of his cock ignite more pleasure. It’s all-consuming; the feeling of Jungkook stuffing your body full until you can barely breathe.
“Faster, Kook. Faster,” you whine, sensing the familiar coil of heat curl in your lower abdomen. 
“Yeah?” his jaw tightens, lips curving in a way that nearly bares his teeth. 
Jungkook picks up the pace immediately, and when your orgasm finally hits, the searing sound of skin flapping makes you moan like a fucking pornstar, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull.
“So perfect,” Jungkook prattles, hardly audible over the sounds that escape you. His lips fall onto your forehead as he chases his climax, eventually coming undone when his name slips mindlessly from your lips.
It goes silent for a moment. A long moment. A silence that extends into several beats as the two of you attempt to catch your breaths, gradually reverting to your sated bodies.  
Jungkook is the first to move. He pulls out of you slowly, carefully, brushing the damp strands of your hair to the side before removing the condom. Tying the filled rubber into a knot, he tosses it into your nearby bin.
“Nuh-uh,” you say with shut eyes, “gotta throw it somewhere else. Preferably not in my home.”
You hear something like the rumble of Jungkook’s chuckle. Then a weight lowers over you to rest on your still heaving chest. Instinctively, your fingers comb through his hair. He recently cut it, so it’s shorter now. You think that Jungkook looks very sexy like this. Oh my god, you need to stop.
The silence returns. This time, it’s charged with a question of the unknown. Uncertainty. Hesitation.
“Jungkook...” you tread on thin ice. 
He exhales. “I know.”
“We need to talk about this.”
“And we will,” Jungkook nuzzles closer, “maybe just not right—”
“It won’t happen again.”
He freezes. You can feel it. And your mind goes into overdrive as you rake up an explanation, convincing yourself that it was better to cut to the chase. To deliver the inevitable that Jungkook was bound to say anyway. Because you were friends before anything and everything. And that’s the way it’s supposed to be...
“No strings attached, right?” His lack of response tests your nerves. “A one-time thing?”
“Yeah,” he says after a torturous minute, “...sure.” And although you can’t see his face, you would imagine it is one set in agreement. 
“Also, could we not tell anyone?”
At this, Jungkook props his chin on your chest, examining you with furrowed eyebrows before you see him straighten them out. “Okay,” he says quietly, “can I ask why?”
“I think our friends would only complicate things,” you confess with a stiff chuckle, “and we would never hear the end of it.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
You purse your lips. 
This was great! This is what’s supposed to happen. It. Is. Supposed. To be like this. 
So, whatever you were feeling in the pit of your stomach better up and leave because it was a secondary issue to your friendship with Jungkook. Anything more would really be too good to be true.
“Simple,” you say aloud, only realizing now that you had been staring at Jungkook and him at you for the entirety of your self-convincing. Jungkook blinks.
“Simple,” he repeats, a rigid quirk of his lips that you don’t seem to catch.
Your eyes flit down. “Then you should probably...” Hands gesturing to his chin on your chest, Jungkook’s gaze follows only for his cheeks to color rosy. 
“Sorry,” he lifts himself off, granting you the space you oh so desired. “Let’s go back to reviewing.”
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Namjoon listens tentatively for the whole of your storytelling.
Of course, you hadn’t described it in full detail, but enough for the man to get the gist of it.
“Huh,” he wonders audibly, rubbing his lips thoughtfully with his index finger. Across the table, your eyes widen into saucers as you expect Namjoon to spout his usual award-winning and highly philosophical solutions. “Didn’t probe you to be the spit kink type.”
“Namjoon!” you whine, dragging your hand across your face. “You’re supposed to tell me what to do! This is your fault, after all.”
“Okay, jeez,” he rolls his eyes, “you’re so pushy, woman. Rome wasn’t built in one day.”
“And you’re not building Rome. You’re literally just telling me how to fix a mistake that you made.”
“I don’t recall being the one to stalk my crush,” he says defensively.
“Who’s stalking who?” A third, unexpected voice pops into the conversation. Alarmed by the intrusion, you and Namjoon turn your heads, wide-eyed.
“Kook!” The older greets him first, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree. Yours, in contrast, pales immediately. “Just the person I was looking for.”
Oh no. Namjoon can absolutely not be trusted. You kick his shin under the table.
“I am?” Namjoon nods, wisely choosing to ignore you. “What’s up?”
Jungkook clambers over, sliding himself in the empty spot next to you.
You give yourself one second, just one split of a second to scan his face for the last time, before your eventual demise. Your mysterious and sudden disappearance — homicide by Kim Namjoon. You’ll leave a cryptic note for the local police. 
Big, dark eyes, dimpled cheeks and fluffy hair. He was handsome. But what was new. Namjoon clears his throat.
“Have you...perchance, heard anything lately? A secret? A fib? An entirely unexpected revelation that may very well change the story of your life?”
Oh, fuck.
“The story of my life...” Jungkook tilts his head. “I mean...I read the school newsletter this morning. Heard that the robotics team is looking for new members,” he beams, and you’d be endeared by his nerdy self peeking through if you weren’t so caught up in skinning his hyung alive. “Might join that.”
“No, but,” Namjoon shakes his head, appearing almost frustrated, “have you heard anything around campus. Like, about other people. About your classmates. About...” his gaze falls pointedly on you, and Jungkook follows along. “Her.”
You groan, undeniably loud, before dropping your face into your arms on the table. 
“No,” Jungkook laughs, patting your head softly. He seems so utterly confused, lost in the dark with Namjoon’s idiotic inquiries yet doesn’t stray from being a good friend. Unlike Namjoon. Who is shit. He is shit and you will let the rats eat him whole.
“I dunno what you’re talking about, hyung.”
“You have no clue?”
“Are you sure?”
“Most sure you’ve ever been in your entire time of existence?”
The younger one wrinkles his brows. “I...I’m sure. Deadass.”
Namjoon nods, a victorious grin on his very punchable face, and then kicks your shin back. 
“Yeah anyway...” Jungkook trails off, fingers playing with your hair in place of patting it now. He hops onto his feet, grabbing his backpack. “I only stopped by ‘cause I heard Y/n’s voice across the field. But I gotta run now, Professor Higgins said she’d read over my essay before class.”
“Because she’s hitting on you, Jeon.” You mumble into your arms, receiving a sharp, endeared snort. Jungkook rounds up behind you, drapes his warm arms over your body before resting his chin on the crown of your head.
“Awe, don’t worry. My attention’s all on you, luv.”
Your cheeks burn up at the pet name — a name he’s only started calling you in mimicry of Chef Ramsay. It affects you in ways it shouldn’t. Jungkook affects you in ways he shouldn’t.
“I’ll catch you guys later, yeah?” Jungkook ruffles your hair, reaching across the table to complete one of those bro handshakes with Namjoon.
And when he finally leaves your sight, does Namjoon have the nerve to crank open his mouth once again. Gee, if eyes could kill. 
“He doesn’t know!”
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“Oh, he definitely knows.” Taehyung tells you as you walk across the west quad.
You sputter, feeling like the carpet had just been yanked from beneath your feet. The straps of your bag suddenly feel too tight. “Since when?!”
Taehyung shrugs. “Like, ten minutes ago? We went to drop off Jimin’s lunch and the man blurted it out no more than two seconds later.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
“I’m not.” He side-eyes you, rolling them once he registers your accusing glare. “How else would I know?”
Fuck. He’s got you there.
“Tae,” you cry, the beginnings of a hissy fit curdling in your throat. “I am doomed.”
Namjoon. Namjoon was really going down tonight. He was as good as dead, and all the cross-contamination, rotting food knowledge you’ve gained from Kitchen Nightmares was surely going to come in handy. Especially tonight. When you serve the man his last meal of salmonella-infested raw chicken. He wouldn’t know what hit him.
Taehyung cackles obnoxiously, making you spin your head. “You’re right, he’d eat it without question. Love that big man.”
“I said that out loud?”
“Sure did,” he hip checks you. But Taehyung was taller, so his actions resulted more in a waist check. “Don’t think you need to poison Namjoon hyung, though,” the boy continues, lips pursed in that I-know-something-you-don’t look. “Because Jungkook’s reaction to the news was...”
Oh. My. God. How could you forget! If anyone would know Jungkook’s thoughts on the matter, it would be Taehyung! His best friend slash roommate slash partner in crime for the stupid shit they do.
Eyes widening pleadingly, you fist the sleeve of Taehyung’s paint-stained shirt. Taehyung blinks. “What was his reaction? What did he say? You gotta help me out here, Tae.”
“Okay, hold your horses,” he chuckles, gently removing your hand from him. “I’m not gonna do that.”
Your jaw drops to the floor, chin dragging along the dirt. “What, why? Traitor!”
“I’m not going to just out my best dude like that. I’d be an actual traitor if I did.”
“No, you don’t understand,” you plead, your mind scramming to come up with an excuse. An excuse that doesn’t involve spilling what had transpired between you and Jungkook as you had to Namjoon. Because looking back, that was a horrible mistake on your part.
“What don’t I understand?” He raises an eyebrow.
“That...it isn’t true,” you blurt out, “the rumor is...that’s just it. A rumor.”
Taehyung deadpans. “Really?”
“Really.” You nod, wavering, just a little. Hopefully, he doesn’t pick up on it.
“Bullshit.” Dammit. “You wouldn’t be so panicky otherwise.”
“Then, you’ll tell me what’s up, right?” You flash him your cutest pout, puppy eyes, and trembling lower lip; techniques all learned from the man himself.
“Still no. Can’t use my own tactics against me, babe.”
Groaning irately, your face drops back into a scowl. Taehyung only laughs again, head thrown back in utmost amusement. 
“Whatever this is, you two need to work it out yourself. I’m not playing cupid here.” He says, and you don’t really know what he means. But you’ve arrived at your point of separation so there was no time left to dissect his comment further.
“Good luck, Y/n!” Taehyung delivers you a thumbs-up over his shoulder, leaving a feeling of absolute dread to swirl in the cavity of your belly, guts churning into a tight knot. “All is fair in love and war,” he adds.
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The week passes with a high success rate. You’ve managed to squirm your way through the days without having a single coincidental encounter with Jungkoo—
“I heard a rumor...” whispers a deep voice against the shell of your ear. 
Gasping, your head springs up from its tucked position under the library table — because you may or may not have been eating a jelly-filled donut in a no-food zone. Moving so fast, you knock roughly into the figure hunched behind. 
“Ah- fuck, Y/n.” Your heart lurches out of your chest when you turn to find Jungkook, rubbing his cheekbone that is tinted slightly red. “I was trying to be sexy,” he scowls at you.
“Wh- what?”
You scan his outfit; hair tucked under a black snapback cap and the typical college boy ensemble of dark-washed jeans — tight enough to accentuate the thick, juicy muscles of Jungkook’s thighs — and a hoodie layered with a jacket. No time for ogling, though.
Your eyes ping fervently around the library. Searching for someone — anyone — to be your saving grace because you couldn’t bear being alone with Jungkook now that he knew. Wait, and did he just say—
“You...you heard a rumor?” you ask wearily, watching as the scowl on his lips slowly morphs into a smirk.
“That I did.” He pulls out the chair beside you, sits on it with its back facing you like some wannabe gangster. 
The back of your hand wipes over your cheek to remove any excess powdered sugar. Frantic to come up with an excuse — April fools! I lost a bet! It was a joke to get some other guy off my back! — you miss the way Jungkook had been eyeing your notes scattered on the table.
“Wait...” he picks up a sheet, scanning both sides of the page, “you were reviewing without me?”
“Oh, I- uh.”
“How could you?!”
“Jungkook, it’s only—”
“I’m so hurt by this,” he interjects, setting the page down. “I thought studying for bio was our thing. Like watching Kitchen Nightmares. Something we do together,” he explains, then gazes around the table. 
There are some other students here, stranded backpacks and open books. 
“Who’s this?” he points to the pile of textbooks in front of you, looking genuinely upset. “This better not be Mark because last time you went out with him he—”
“We don’t talk about that!” you shout for lack of privacy, earning a sharp shush from a working student.
“Then who is it?”
You’re exasperated. Truly. “I don’t know! Some other student. This is a common area, Jungkook.”
“You should’ve called me.” He removes his black cap, carding his fingers through his hair to tame down the mess of loose curls. “I was waiting for you to call the entire week, actually.”
In all your long-reigning history with Jungkook, you’ve always been the one to call first. There was never much thought or routine behind it either. To know that he was waiting, though. It freezes your brain and puts you in a chokehold. A wave of butterflies flittering inside of your belly.
“You...wanted me to call?”
“Of course I did,” he snorts, pushing his cap onto your head sideways. Jungkook takes a moment to adjust it, lining it straight with your face. When he leans back to admire you fully, there’s a tiny smile gracing his lips. “I was waiting ever since I heard that you...”
Your blood runs cold. Spine locked up. Shoulders stiff. No. This is the end of the line for you — your falling out with Jungkook. Reluctantly, your eyes lift to meet his gaze. 
“...that you...” He seems to study your face for a beat, searching for something with those big brown eyes you’ve come to love. Then, as if a thought had unhitched, he shakes his head slowly. 
“Never mind,” Jungkook says. “Now is...now is not the right time.”
What? You could pass out.
“Right time for what?” you ask. To drop me as a friend? Yes, you are right. There is never the right time for that.
Jungkook smiles at you, that signature Jungkook smile that usually has all the girls on campus swooning like a bunch of love-struck teenagers. He lifts his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking abnormally smug as he responds, “you’ll see,” with a wink. You short-circuit. “In the meantime, keep being cute, and stop ignoring my 8-ball requests!”
“Good. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He leans in, smoothly, eyes dropping dazedly to the left corner of your lips. The pulse in your neck stutters as you become invaded with Jungkook’s cologne — rugged yet mellow, assuasive in a way that has your head spinning from his mere closeness. 
“You got a little jam...” Jungkook murmurs, closing the gap between you as his tongue pokes out, unmoving for a second. He peers at you from under his long lashes, an arm sneaking around your waist while the squeak of your chair is muffled by your heartbeat. 
Then, your breath hitches when Jungkook takes a tentative lap at your lip, the cap on your head lifting up. He slowly runs his pink muscle along your seam, making your mouth part on instinct. 
When he pulls back, he looks at you with bated breath, “...all gone.” You disintegrate into ashes. Cheeks flaming hot. 
You think in the distant background, the sound of a pencil screeching on a wooden surface is heard. The crinkling of a tearing book page. The embodiment of vulture eyes pinning you from all directions in the campus library. 
Oh, fuck. Someone finna write your name in the Death Note book tonight.
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You like to take full pride in being an out-going nerd. Because, as much as you enjoyed studying and collecting those big A+’s like Taehyung collects his men and women, partying was something you could appreciate as well.
“So, there’s a rumor spreading,” Taehyung says the moment you lay foot into this frat house. Maybe Mark’s? You don’t know. You’re trying to avoid him.
“Rumor?” you snarl, snatching the red solo cup from his hands. “Yuck, hate that word.”
Taehyung hums, lazily agreeing as a tipsy grin spreads across his face, waiting for you to take a sip. You sniff the concoction in the cup, a cloud of alcohol assaulting your nostrils the second you get close. It makes you wince back in disgust, a loud snigger bellowing from the owner of the cup.
Taehyung was a heavy drinker. He had the alcohol tolerance of a herd of fully grown elephants. “Nah, man,” you urge the red cup back into his palms, “I’m not trying to die tonight.”
“Lightweight,” he cackles, then proceeds to spot Namjoon strolling past you two. Taehyung yanks the elder by his shirt in lieu of calling him over. “Take his drink instead,” Taehyung says before pushing Namjoon’s cup into you. 
“Hey, that’s m—”
“Tch, tch, tch. Let the lady have a drink.”
The older man pouts, nodding solemnly before swatting a hand to his cup. Not that you were waiting for his approval or anything. 
After you take a heady gulp, you turn to look at your friends. Taehyung, standing to your right, seems skittish to say something. His eyes glimmer with hope and his toes bounce relentlessly on the sticky floorboards.
“Anyway, the rumor!” he pipes up, boxy grin finally breaking free.
“Another one?” Namjoon’s eyes widen at you in fear. Taehyung cheers. “It wasn’t me!”
“Yes, it wasn’t you. Although I did hear it from Jimin.”
“Just spill it, Tae,” you sigh.
“Right, right. Rumor has it that Y/n and Jungkook were spotted in the middle of a tongue battle in the campus library!”
Namjoon gasps while your face heats up. 
“Exactly my reaction, hyung. So, are you two dating now?”
“Oh my God, no.” You hide your face behind the solo cup, tipping the whole thing back. “And tongue battle? Gross.”
“Then you didn’t kiss Jungkook?”
Your mind rewinds to a couple of days ago in the library. When Jungkook had scared the living shit out of you before he proceeded to lick the strawberry jam off of your lips. 
The ghost of his body so close to yours transports you into a momentary frenzy, and you try to stifle the flutter of your heart when a second, far more intimate memory resurfaces. One that may include the likes of...spit.
“No, we didn’t...we didn’t kiss. Not exactly.”
“Not exactly?” Taehyung hikes a brow, unbelieving in your words.
“Well...he sorta...licked my lips?” And shit does this admission provoke a smoldering heat that licks throughout your entire body, leaching onto your skin like watercolor. You are beyond embarrassed at this point.
And not unlike your two very useless friends, are you greeted with tumbleweed silence. Save for the blaring party music and hollering hoots of drunk uni students.
“Are you not going to elaborate, woman?!” The taller man exclaims, shouting over the music.
You shoot him a glare, swapping Namjoon’s cup for the one in Tae’s hand. You take two gulps, face scrunching up from the burn, then say: “how am I supposed to elaborate if I’m just as clueless as you?”
“And you’re sure you’re not dating?”
Nodding resolutely, you sigh. “He told me he heard a rumor, so there’s no way he doesn’t know. But so far, we’ve only been exchanging 8-ball and beer pong games. I haven’t even seen him in class either because our fucking professor isn’t here.”
“He licked your lips, though.”
You shrug.
“Babes,” Taehyung exhales, long fingers curling around his cup to remove from your loose grasp, “maybe this is a good thing? You can move on now. To bigger and better things.”
“But Jungkook is both bigger and better,” you sulk, “his dick is also huge. Fuck, I’m salivating just thinking about it.”
“Okay, TMI.” Namjoon grimaces, but gains not a shred of remorse from either of you. 
“Out of all the big dick men in the world, and you had to fall for this one...”
Hearing these words, the eldest in the group scoffs. Namjoon tosses his bulky arms in the air uncaringly, realizing that he is now stuck in a conversation he has no input in. And here we have two college students pouting over big dick men. Oh, what a holier sight to land upon. 
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Traitors. All your friends are traitors.
Both Namjoon and Taehyung had decided to ditch you after being called over for a game of beer pong. To which, sadly, you needed to decline the extended invitation once realizing that Mark would be your teammate. 
An hour has passed since you last saw your two friends. But to be without them is not something uncommon. To be fair, Taehyung has shown a lot of restraint by staying with you for a couple instead of his usual ventures of sticking his tongue down someone’s throat.
Plus...normally Jungkook is here too. He was the one to cling to your side for the entire night, be your designated partner for any games, and sniff your drink out before allowing you to drink it. 
(“what if it’s drugged!” Jungkook had once said after your irritated huffs and incessant arm punches to stop him from snatching your freaking drinks).
Your lips cast into a downturn as you contemplate his absence. He must be here, right? Hidden somewhere in the throng of sweaty — and a little bit smelly — students that populate this house. 
Your questions are answered when you hear a peal of laughter, low and sultry, addicting in all senses that it makes you twist your head in the direction of the sound. 
There, leaning against the plastered wall of the living room, do you see Jungkook.
His cheeks appear ruddied, lips a delectable ruby-red, and body so relaxed, it’s impressive how the baggy white tee still somehow manages to highlight his muscular frame. 
This laughter, you later realize, is directed at you. Your eyes flicker to Jungkook as he sends you a casual grin, tipping the red cup forward as an acknowledgment to you.
He sets it down on the nearest flat surface, long strides leading him to where your body has suddenly gone rigid. Rooted in place.
You’ve nestled yourself into a small spot between the standing cabinet of random figurines and the wall, leaving barely any space present when Jungkook slots himself in front of you — amused smirk and clear eyes despite the liquor he’s consumed.
“Hey,” he murmurs, hands winding around your waist as he corners you deeper into the alcove. The little gasp you let out only widens his smirk, your palms falling flat on his chest, warm beneath the fabric of his shirt.
“Were you looking for me?” Jungkook asks, words teasing you like his fingers lifting under your top. As if in a trance, you nod. Then shake your head. And then nod again. 
Jungkook chuckles, his tongue glides across the pinky flesh of his full lips. It succeeds in capturing your attention, forcing you to swallow thickly. “Which is it, luv? Were you finding me or not.”
It’s confident Jungkook making an appearance. His cocky and telling grin reducing you into nothing but an incoherent, blubbering mess. You struggle to meet his eyes, fingers unknowingly fisting his shirt as your heart pounds against your ribcage. 
What was he doing? Teasing you for your crush? You haven’t seen the man in days and this is how he approaches you?
Jungkook whispers something against your temple, hands snaking down to grope your ass when you suddenly grip his wrist. He freezes. His eyes widening as he scans your face, questions evident in his gaze.
“What are you doing, Kook?” Your voice sounds so delicate and unobtrusive, hardly noticeable over the low thrum of the music playing. But Jungkook can hear it loud and clear, only confusing him more as doubt clouds over his furrowed brows. 
He retracts his wrist from your grip before taking a tiny step back. “What...what do you...I thought we were—”
Emboldened, you square up your shoulders, urging yourself to stand tall. “We were what, Jungkook? I wasn’t...I wasn’t doing anything. And you were...teasing me. Is this just some kind of sick game to you? To send me mixed messages now that you know I li—”
“Wait, what?” he interrupts, blinking profusely. Despite the tips of your shoes still touching, Jungkook looks as good as a kicked puppy. “No! I’m not trying to send you mixed messages!”
“Then why haven’t you reached out to me at all? You give me your hat and then lick my lips, but all I get after are those stupid 8-ball requests?” You could feel a burn catching behind your eyelids, angry and ugly tears threatening to break loose. 
“Those stupid, stupid game requests that I don’t even want to see! Because every time your name pops up on my screen, I just wish...fuck I don’t even know what I wish!” Laughing in pity for yourself, you throw your head against the back wall. It’s the result of days of pent-up frustration, anticipation, and tension — all tumbling out in a slew of words. “So, please, Jungkook. Please don’t do this to me.”
When you peer up at him, he looks as if he’s been knocked down a peg, body deflated like an airless balloon as he stares at you painfully. 
“Y/n...” The words are returned in a whisper. “I never meant to make you feel like that. I was just...looking for the right time.” Now he was doing that thing where his eyes shifted to everywhere but you, face flushing in a pinky hue. “I wanted it to be sexy when I finally swept you off your feet.”
Then, Jungkook’s gaze sinks to the floor, toes your undone shoelace before he says, doe eyes wide and serious:
“Thought you knew I wanted you.”
You blink.
“No?! How was I supposed to know!”
“Y/n!” Jungkook splutters, probably even louder than the funky music blaring from the speakers. “Do you not realize that I can’t fucking keep my hands to myself when I’m around you!” he exclaims, clearly exasperated by the way he runs a hand through his hair. “I’m always ‘reaching out’ to you,” Jungkook stresses.
This is something you can’t deny. Jungkook is a touchy being. But you had assumed he was like this to everyone. Maybe not? 
“But you said you wanted...that time to be a one-time thing. And no strings attached.”
Something quick and unreadable flashes across Jungkook’s face. His muscles flex as if reliving a memory.
“Baby, you said that. I agreed because I didn’t want to,” he pauses, collecting a breath, “overstep.”
“Oh…shit,” you blink. Did you say that? Was it you who suggested it first? “oh, shit. I- I didn’t know! I thought you wanted that as well!”
“I didn’t! I’m serious when I say I want you.” Your heart leaps. “I’ve wanted you for so long you have no idea — when Joon hyung first introduced us, then when I found out you were in my biology course, and then when we started studying together and I found out about your,” he takes a step closer, glancing around as if to confirm his surroundings, “spit kink. Yeah, you’ve put me through a lot, man.” 
A highly unattractive, pig-like snort escapes your lips at his usage of man. And it earns you a small, yet endeared grin from Jungkook.
“I’m sorry…dude,” you make sure to tack on, and Jungkook’s lips quirk higher when your arms curve around his shoulders, finger interlacing behind his neck.
“Apology accepted,” Jungkook says, “can I continue with my skit now?” You nod with a giggle as his hands land on your hips, tugging you to his body.
“I heard a rumor,” Jungkook begins again, voice suddenly dropping several octaves. A shiver runs down your spine. You conceal it with a shift in your posture. “This guy…Jeon Jungkook. Heard of him before? Yeah, well he’s kind of handsome, got crazy big muscles, voluptuous ass,” you roll your eyes, lips pursing up, “but he’s also got a crush.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, “and get this: they’re good friends. Really good friends, actually.”
“Will he tell her?”
“Do you think he should?” You shrug, submerging yourself in the scent of his clothes as he presses himself closer. “Well, will he get rejected if he does? Will the girl snort in his face when he confesses? Will she…say it back?”
“In fact…” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. You don’t know when your faces got this close, yet your lips part themself, almost sharing a breath. “would you pass it on to her?”
Your lashes flutter when he squeezes your body. “What do you...want me to tell her?”
“Hmm,” Jungkook hums softly, nosing your cheekbone. 
“Tell her…that Jeon Jungkook would go to the ends of the earth just to make her laugh. That he’d wake up at 2am just to keep her company. He’d buy her dinner every night because her fridge is always empty. He’d help her shower when she overworks herself, snuggle her in bed and make breakfast. He’d show her off to everyone, wouldn’t shut up about her for even a second. And tell her that Jeon Jungkook might even…love her.”
He moves his face back to gauge your reaction, nervously biting his lower lip. And you? You could fucking cry tears of joy. The inebriated students, rowdy music, and deafening party are all blurred in the background. Because all you can see is what’s standing right in front of you: Jungkook. The one and only, Jeon Jungkook.
You launch yourself at him before he can open his mouth again, pressing your lips to capture him in a long-overdue kiss. Jungkook laughs into the kiss, warm and rumbling throughout his entire body. He wraps you in his arms, squishing his beefy frame into the confined space, making it just you and him. 
When you eventually pull away, a thread of salvia stretches from your separating lips.
“Well would you look at that,” Jungkook says, and when you look up, he’s wiggling his eyebrows at you obnoxiously.  
You roll your eyes before swiping your palm over your glossy lips. “Don’t say anything stupid, mister. Or else I’mma say this was just a one-time thing.”
“Okay, luv,” he snorts, tugging you back into his chest, “but let’s ditch this party and go back to my place.”
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Jimin spits out the forkful of food he had just stuffed into his mouth, scraping his tongue clean with the utensil.
“What the fuck is this!” he chokes, backing away from the plastic tupperware of poison as if it were a ticking time bomb.
Losing his composure, Taehyung tumbles onto the ground laughing. “It’s- It’s the lunch,” he wheezes, “the lunch Y/n prepared for you.”
“Why does it taste like dog shit?!”
Students passing by the reception desk cast concerned and exasperated glances at the earsplitting pair, prompting Jimin to hiss at his friend and explain the putrid taste of your usually stunning dishes. 
His scolding only makes Taehyung explode into a laughing-weeping mess, fully-fledged tears springing from his eye sockets. 
“She said that this’ll teach you a lesson,” Taehyung provides, gasping for breath, “to stop spreading rumors to anyone who has ears.”
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a/n ✑ hihi! thank you so much for reading my fic!! any feedback is always appreciated and it makes my day <3 
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ressjeon · a month ago
game over | jjk (m)
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🎮 pairing: jungkook x female reader
🎮 summary: you might not be a gamer but that won't stop your competitive side from wanting to defeat your boyfriend in this new game that you're both currently obsessing with. it's just a matter of time until one of you gives up but Jungkook can’t help wondering if it will be you or him.
🎮 rating: 18+
🎮 genre/au: streamer/gamer!au, established relationship, fluff, smut (pwp?)
🎮 word count: 5k
🎮 warnings/content: edging/orgasm control, masturbation, praise kink, hair pulling, semi-clothed sex?, oral (m.receiving), slight rimming (f.receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism (through hearing), use of lube (jk’s big that’s why), switch dynamics 
a/n: surprise ig lmao i didn’t mean for it to be jaykay but @knjsnoona​ sent me something months ago and that became an inspo for this 💀. thank you to my big sissy @hisunshiine​ for this cute banner (where i pestered her a lot 🤣). this is for the Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by the sweetest @joonscypher​ & @kookskingdom​ 💗
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You look so beautiful from where he is, face full of concentration on the game in front of you that he can’t help but coo at how cute you are.
Jungkook’s currently preparing snacks for both of you since he just finished his streaming. It’s been hours since he did and you’ve been hounding him to turn over the console to you so he finally let you take over. It’s also because you keep insisting that he should give you more time with the console seeing as you’re at a disadvantage because you’re not a gamer like him.
“i really have no talent in this” you huff in frustration but it just made him smile.
He’s still quite touched that you’re trying to engage yourself in one of his hobbies as a way for you to get to know him better and deepen your relationship with him. The same scrunch on your eyebrows is still on like before and Jungkook grins as he comes nearer to you, placing the bowl of snacks on the table but you never even spared it a glance.
“baby, come eat”
“stop distracting me!”
Jungkook just chuckles as he sits beside you and you wonder what he's planning next. You two have been on this competitive streak on who can win the most rounds while betting on who’ll give in first. Whoever loses will not only pay for all the dates but will also do all the chores so that's why you've been doing your best to compete against your skilled boyfriend.
When Jungkook first met you, he didn't think that you’d have a competitive side when it comes to gaming because you have never been interested in it. He didn’t mind it at all because you have a lot of other hobbies that occupy a lot of your time too. But after you started dating, you soon expressed interest in his hobby, trying your best to learn it despite telling Jungkook how hard it is.
It isn't that you're lazy to do all the chores or you lack money to pay for all the dates. You're more than happy to do those things for Jungkook because you love him and you both divide all the housework and fees every time. You care more about your gaming skills because you’re still not confident with it, sure you’ve been practicing but unlike Jungkook who’s very gifted in everything that he does, you're a bit of the opposite.
This is why now you’ve been putting all your focus on the screen in front of you. No distractions so far but Jungkook’s half-naked body. You won't falter though even when he’s now using your other weakness aside from him.
You're a bit hungry from trying to interrupt him earlier but you can’t just leave this ongoing match. The food combo with his bare chest is already straying your thoughts away from the game and Jungkook currently acts like you didn’t tease the shit out of him earlier, that's why you’ve been very suspicious. He’s quite clever on ways to get back at you which usually results in you not realizing what’s happening until he already tricked you into doing whatever he planned.
This whole thing started when Jungkook started paying less attention to you than usual. You’ve always supported him with his hobby especially since he’s a streamer as well, with constant online schedules where he’s barely off from his PC and when the times that he is, he’s on-call planning gaming strategies with his close friends who are in the same league as him.
You let him be most of the time since he still gives you time when he can. Though sometimes, it just annoys you that he still chooses to play when you wanna go out to have outdoor dates with him. So then you decide to do the same, ignoring him when he tries to spend time with you, giving him the excuse that you need to finish the book you’re reading because the next instalment is coming up.
Jungkook then suggested doing this challenge to solve this growing distance between the two of you. He noticed when you started acting differently towards him and he’s been feeling scared that it’ll only get worse which is why he’s giving you more attention in the scope of this competition between the two of you. He hopes that this bonding will fix this situation, a small one, yes, but he doesn’t care how dramatic he’s been.
“...shit..” a surprising moan comes out from you when you flick your swollen bud, startling yourself at how aroused you are already when you're supposed to seduce Jungkook while he’s currently on another match with his friends.
It isn't one of the sounds that you intentionally make to distract him, hoping that he’ll turn his head towards you when you moan his name. It’s a genuine one from you trying to relieve yourself when your boyfriend's too busy to do so.
Here you are currently lying on your back on Jungkook's bed, both of your legs propped up on your chest though now you're struggling to balance them when they’re starting to cramp. You don’t change your position though, closing your eyes while you continue pumping your fingers inside your walls, alternating from scissoring them and going deeper to find that sweet spot but your fingers are just different from the long and thick ones that Jungkook has.
"fuck baby..so swollen.. can see how wet it is from here”
Your eyes open after hearing his slurred words, turning your head to the side to catch him finally looking in your direction from his gaming chair. His eyes are hooded, looking hungrily at your folds that you’re starting to question if you’ve only been hearing things earlier because of the pleasure. Your plan is to only turn him on with your moans but your random position somehow accidentally gave him a very delicious view of your cunt.
“want some?” you breathlessly ask him, fingers collecting your wetness before extending your arm at him as an invitation. Your playful tone and the little quirk that appeared on your lips snap him out of his trance, adjusting himself as he sits up to compose himself.
“nice try babe” Jungkook retracts with a chuckle, shaking his head while poking the insides of his cheek, a smirk plastered on his lips as he faces back to his computer screen. You're sneaky but it's hard for Jungkook to resist you, he's already hard from hearing you moan his name which didn't go unnoticed by his teammates.
You huff in return, initially a little annoyed at him resisting you when you're basically naked while touching yourself on his bed. The smug smile on his face reminds you that you're still in this bet and you're annoyed how you almost forgot about it.
Fine, you’ll try another way.
One where he’ll surely regret putting you in this misery.
That may be dramatic but your mind’s only focused on your next task as you approach him in his gaming chair. You’re only wearing Jungkook’s button-up shirt and nothing else, barely wearing anything actually since this game between you started. You both have tried many ways to distract one another, mainly through seducing one another but no one has given up yet.
And you’re about to change that.
Jungkook’s attention shifts from his screen towards you who’s now kneeling in front of him. You’re looking at him mischievously, eyes lingering at his hard on before looking back at his anticipated face.
Fuck. He’s been reminding himself to never forget this damn bet that now he’s starting to regret suggesting before. He can never resist you and he’s been trying his best to not give in even if all he wants to do is fuck your brains out for being so sexy like this.
You purr while running your hands on his thick thighs that have your essence still between your fingers and he flinches when you rub them. A smile appears on your lips when his eyes remain on your fingers before turning back to the screen, now unfocused. He doesn’t answer you still and so you start palming his already hardening bulge, coaxing a grunt from him which he had to cover up when one of his teammates asks.
Jungkook’s still not looking at you, he can’t though he should’ve stopped the moment your ministrations are starting to affect him. He’s not sure if you’re still annoyed at him for ignoring you but he didn’t answer earlier because he’s skeptical that his friends will hear him moaning out loud just in case you do something. He shouldn't have done that because now you’re gripping his hard length already, it’s been aching since he heard your delicious moans earlier.
That’s why he’s not stopping you when you begin tugging at the waistband of his sweats, cursing at himself for not wearing anything under which causes the grin on your face to widen. His cock almost slaps your face after you pull down his sweats, giggling when he tries to lift his hips up to remove it fully but you insist on keeping it on him halfway.
You hum, wrapping your hands around his twitching length while observing his labouring breaths before you start pumping him slowly. He takes a sharp inhale when your thumb circles his leaking tip, his hips bucking into your hand which makes you laugh at his eagerness. You were going to tease him further, waiting for him to beg or even just a whimper but you beat him to it when you lower your head down and finally wrap your mouth around his cock.
A small groan comes out from him, throwing his head back as he closes his eyes.
“don’t turn off your mic kookie” you tut when you catch what he’s about to do.
Jungkook whispers out a “fuck” before his hand leaves the switch from his headset, bringing it back to the keyboard to continue his game. You’re surprised that he followed your instructions but it could just be because of his desperation to get off. Well, he’s been a good boy so far but you couldn’t just let him get away from ignoring you for so long..
You swallow him deeper until his tip reaches the back of your throat, making him moan out loud to the mic. That makes you smile around his cock after coming back up because his friends surely know what he's in right now. His other hand comes down before he pulls it back when you pinch his thigh, a warning for him to not touch you yet.
“yeah my girl’s blowing me rn, fuck off”
Jungkook responds without shame, proud even so you continue bobbing your head up and down, your tongue keeps swirling on the underside of his dick when you hear the commotion on the other side of his mic after his moans become louder. Hearing his friends’ comments about how lucky he is to have you warms your heart and it almost makes you forget about your plan for him.
“j-just focus on the game, i've been doing my part!" he pleads to his teammates desperately. "i can’t lose this one—shit”
One of your hands cups his tightening balls and Jungkook swears that he could cum right then. He's been itching to grasp your head or touch you anywhere but your piercing eyes looking straight at him are stopping him from doing so. He knows that look and judging with the way your touches have been rougher on him, you're not gonna let him cum anytime soon.
“breathe baby”
You chuckle at Jungkook's current state, noticing how tense he's been since you started playing with him. It's so adorable seeing him trying his best to not cum while playing the game when you've edged him for a while now. He's all sweaty from holding himself to not give up and beg, not even caring that his friends are hearing all of his moans and yours too.
“babe—y/n..please” he takes a deep breath with each word, mouthing the last one when he feels himself nearing the edge for the nth time. Jungkook lost count on how many times you stopped him from cumming, his sole focus is to try and win this round. You’re definitely not making this easier but there's no way he'll lose from this early on, not even because of you.
But his chances are gone now that you’ve unbuttoned the shirt that you're wearing, exposing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. Your nipples are perked already and all he wants right now is to squeeze those inviting breasts of yours.
You hear the final click from Jungkook's mouse and he is smiling in relief that his team won this round before throwing his head back as he grips the sidearms of his gaming chair.
He's almost there..fuckfuck but suddenly your mouth and hands leave him, prompting him to whine pathetically, hips bucking up in the air with the lost sensation. He won the game but you still didn't let him cum. No reward from you unlike he expected so now he knows he really fucked up ignoring you earlier.
“well done kookie and congrats boys”
You smirk on Jungkook’s mic while you caress his face, pushing away his hair that's sticking into his forehead, ignoring his needy eyes trying to catch yours until he releases a whimper.
Taehyung: what the fuck you little shit!
Jimin: damn that was so hot..
“yeah, yeah i'm the luckiest. i gotta go”
Jungkook immediately turns off the PC before turning to you but you're faster than him as you walk away from his gaming area, pulling off what you're wearing completely. Your fully naked body taunts him as you walk towards your own bedroom.
“baby, you're really going to leave me with blue balls?”
He whines, calling out to you desperately but you ignore him. You almost gave in earlier when he did those puppy eyes again that's why you blasted instantly. You usually can resist him but needy Jungkook is different. That side of him makes you weak that all you can think of is to do whatever he asks so that's why you're staying away from him for now.
Jungkook had been trying to corner you since you left him but you’ve been very good at avoiding him at all cost. Focusing on the matches helped but after many rounds, his crotch is aching more and more. So he relieved himself a little, intentionally touching his cock outside your room so you can clearly hear him begging for you but you didn't even budge. He’s hoping that you’d come out and punish him at least but you didn’t even say anything from behind the door.
He did everything already, deciding on luring you with your favourite food instead but you still won't come out.
But he’s going to make you. He’s always loved a challenge and you’re aware of that so you should be ready.
You’ve succeeded in avoiding Jungkook by staying in your own room for the majority of yesterday but today you have to go out and restock your mini-fridge. The both of you could’ve shared a room since you’re together anyways but the two of you decided to have individual rooms since you both have many hobbies and needed more space. Jungkook has his gaming, art and sports paraphernalia with the several teams he’s in while you have the same amount of things from your music equipment plus your room’s kind of like a mini dance studio too since you’ve installed glass mirrors on one side of the wall.
Taking a bath on your own seems weird because you’re so used to Jungkook joining you. Though it takes too long for you both to finish every shower session for obvious reasons, you enjoy his company and you lowkey miss it a bit today, almost calling him in earlier to join you. Screw this silly bet but you’ve come this far and still won’t lose to him. And besides, you’re starting to enjoy gaming, perhaps you’ll finally join him in his hobby.
You were almost done with your morning routine and you just finished shaving your crotch area in preparation for the beach day you planned with the girls this weekend when you hear the sound of another match starting on the screen.
the fuck!
Running towards the edge of your bed, you grab your gaming console immediately, ignoring that you’re only wearing a thin sports bra as you're instantly on your stomach to continue the game that you almost missed. There's only one culprit here and you aren't sure how he managed to get in quietly to sabotage your tournament without you hearing him. He couldn’t possibly use the spare key just for this…right?
Jungkook instantly leaves your room as soon as he starts the game on your screen, giddy at how your reaction is going to be. He was trying to contain his laugh but couldn't stop them after hearing you scream in frustration. Jungkook meant for you to miss it not only because of the bet but because he’s getting a bit worried about how you're seriously taking this competition between you two. He barely sees you around the house anymore even though you both have never left since this whole thing started.
You both were very prepared for it, shopping for groceries and other necessities beforehand and even informing your friends that you’ll be doing something important this week. This surprised Jungkook because you actually cancelled going out with your friends which you never do unless it’s necessary. So this is actually a big deal to you just like it is to him. 
Jungkook opened the door expecting to see you in your annoyed face, focusing on the screen to maintain your streak. He plans to tease how you’re gonna finally lose against him.
But the sight that welcomed him made him stop in his tracks.
You're half-naked on your bed. Only in your pastel criss crossed sports bra and he can clearly see your juicy ass from where he’s standing. Like he's being hypnotized by your body, he starts walking closer to you until he reaches the edge of the bed.
You feel the mattress dip from someone sitting behind you yet you never acknowledge Jungkook. You're still pissed at him for practically cheating on this bet. The agreement was to only distract each other, not something like where you could've potentially lost the tournament if you weren't fast enough.
He starts but you brush him aside. You didn't even mean to play half-naked but you had no other choice because you had no time to put on the rest of your clothes. It’s getting warmer already so you've put all your t-shirts and long sleeves that you could've worn in the laundry. You only have your summer clothes so the timing is working in Jungkook’s favour like it always is.
You’re only left with your sports bra because you were thinking of doing small exercises outside as a break before resuming the game. It isn’t healthy that you’ve been spending most of your time playing on-screen indoors but Jungkook just has to cut your plans short for today.
“so sexy..” he whispers mindlessly, hands starting to roam around the globes of your ass.
You’ve been trying to ignore how his touches are affecting you, focusing solely on the game on the screen and you’re still annoyed at him. The problem is, it’s been 2 days since the last time you fucked each other and you’ve been needing a proper orgasm that only Jungkook can give.
His face comes nearer to your body, hovering over you that you suddenly feel his breath on your bare skin. Jungkook’s hands continue to caress your ass cheeks, admiring your curves in his hands. You haven’t said a word yet but your labouring breaths are giving him a sign that you’re getting riled up.
After a while of his constant teasing, you’re getting impatient for him to do something but you don’t want to be obvious. You can’t just give him a reason to tease you more but Jungkook can read already read you like an open book.
“gonna give up baby?” you taunt him, in hopes of getting what you want but he only hums, both hands sliding up your body, cupping both of your breasts firmly through your bra.
Jungkook continues nosing your skin, breathing in the scent of the soap that he bought for you. It’s his favourite and it became yours too after the first time you used it. He traces your entire body softly and you start to quiver, unconsciously leaning to Jungkook and he smirks against your skin.
“i love your ass..”
You feel him move back and then you hear a bottle cap opening so you wiggle your ass out, eager for him to just do anything at this point. You’re being needy now but before you can even look back at him for a bit, Jungkook’s other hand suddenly grips your hips to steady your moving body.
“but i love your pussy more” he licks a stripe on your newly shaved cunt, lingering on your clit a little to suck it while his hands are busy on something else. It must be the lube that you have on your nightstand because you both have been using it for quickies. You do get wet fast but your boyfriend’s big so foreplay takes a bit longer, that’s why sex has been many times better with the lube.
“Kook..this isn’t p-part of the rules-ohh” a loud moan leaves your mouth when he traces his lube-coated fingers around your outer folds, causing you to hiss at the cold and sticky sensation. Jungkook starts mouthing both of your asscheeks while he spreads his fingers around your cunt until he grazes your swollen clit and starts rubbing it.
What he does next makes your breath hitch, almost missing a hit on your opponent.
Jungkook’s mouth reaches your ass, his tongue dragging from your wet folds to your puckered hole. He prods on it a few times, your hips jerking back to him in response. You whine for him to continue but he chuckles as his mouth leaves you, still teasing by not putting his fingers inside your pussy.
“jungkook..” you whine once again, pushing your ass back to him but he grips your hips tightly for you to stay still. “next time...” he murmurs, pecking your asscheeks and you huff because he’s still teasing.
The game’s almost halfway but you’re torn on where to put your attention. Jungkook knows your body like the back of his hands with how long the both of you have been dating so it’s no surprise when he knows just how to make you squirm under his touch. 
"my baby's getting better at this..i'm proud of you"
Jungkook truly is, you didn’t miss any shot and you’ve been hitting your opponents with precision despite his distractions so now he’s going to show you how proud he is.
"time for your reward babe"
He brings down his sweats and strokes his hard dick with the hand that was fondling your cunt, his wet fingers coated by the lube and your essence making him gasp as he guides his swollen tip to your soaked entrance before he pushes in.
“ohmyfuckk” you moan loudly at the intrusion, his cock stretching you out deliciously that your walls are clenching erratically around him. Jungkook loves doing this to you because he knows you love the feeling of it, being full without his fingers preparing you. He used to hesitate in your early months of dating, the caring person he is, always making sure that you're comfortable at all times.
A deep thrust brings you back currently as Jungkook reaches to the hilt, hips stopping for a moment to relish the familiar feeling of your tightness around him. He tosses his head back while caressing your hips lovingly before he looks down at your arching back.
“see? i didn’t need to prep you love, your pussy's so used to my dick anyways” you hate how he manages to sound romantic despite his filthy words but it gets you going every single time.
“..fuck..” you groan as Jungkook starts moving his hips, slowly at first and the loud squelches echoing around the room are mixing with the sounds from the TV. He loves it, loves hearing how wet you get for him, his beautiful girlfriend acing his hobby at the moment.
One of Jungkook’s hands grabs your criss-cross straps, using them as leverage as he increases the speed of his hips. Your body’s been bouncing back and forth as he guides you to meet his thrusts. You’re grateful as this supports your body because you’ve been slowly going delirious despite doing your best to focus on the game. You take a deep breath and are going back on track when Jungkook delivers a sharp thrust, hitting that spot that makes your vision hazy with all the pleasure you’re already in.
“p-please..shit..” Jungkook smiles after hearing your needy whine, his own moans not missing to match yours. Fuck, since he feels you tightening around him, he keeps hitting the same spot until your body seems to decline on the bed, your head dropping with your moans getting louder.
Jungkook looks up at the screen and notices how you’re losing focus so he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls them up when you almost get hit by your opponent.
You shriek at the slight pain on your scalp but you do your best to nod, gripping the controller hard and moving your fingers back as you concentrate on the game once again.
"there, good girl, the best baby" his praise made you clamp around him tighter and Jungkook's lips quirk, knowing very well how much you love hearing him compliment you like this.
It isn't long until you're nearing your end, your legs shaking at the intensity of Jungkook's thrust. You know he's close too, his cock twitching inside you so you start pushing back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snakes between your legs, rubbing your swollen bud as his pace begins to turn sloppy.
Your fingers move frantically, hitting the last member of your rival team in time for the coil breaking in your lower abdomen, closing your eyes shut after seeing the “victory” displayed on the TV screen.
“yesss–ugh” you scream as you reach your climax, dragging your words and slurring more curses as you ride out your high, your upper body flopping to the bed with your one hand dangling on the bed, trying to grip the console to prevent it from dropping to the floor.
“fuck..fuck..baby” Jungkook groans as he reaches his, both hands leaving their previous spot to grip your hips tightly. He sounds so fucking hot, his deep and raspy voice adding to his hurried pounding is making your mind hazier.
“hmm..so good” you moan wantonly, intense pleasure coursing through your whole body. You're helping your boyfriend in riding out his orgasm by moaning more for him, Jungkook does love it when you can't keep quiet while he's fucking you.
“game over y/n” he exclaims breathlessly, his hips rolling slowly while still spilling himself inside you. 
“and i..won” you grin in daze at the warm feeling of his cum, body still quivering even post orgasm as you turn on your lovely boyfriend's amused face.
“congrats babe” Jungkook smiles while biting his lower lip, his eyes still blown out as they meet your playful ones. He turns your body over to face him before leaning closer as he situates his body between your legs without pulling out.
“but you still lost” you tease, running out of breath. The double meaning made you smile in satisfaction. Finally, this bet between you is done and you even won against your skilled gamer boyfriend? now that’s something you can brag about to your girls at your meetup.
“don't care, i can't resist you”
“i know”
“ride me on my next stream?” he pouts, his eyes cutely begging at you.
“you sure you can handle it?” you bit your lip, intentionally clenching around his cock and he hisses.
“doesn't matter since i’ll have your pussy either way..mhmm i love you” Jungkook keeps peppering you with kisses before slowly pulling out, his eyes fixing on the cum oozing out from your sensitive cunt. 
“mhm love y’too..i’m sore” you whine, your eyes slowly dropping paired with a yawn after. You’re truly exhausted with the whole gaming ordeal and the mind-blowing, satisfying sex with your boyfriend. You feel sore everywhere, especially your arms and shoulders that are aching from his brutal fucking but you loved it. Sex has been always great but they've been quick these days because of how occupied the both of you are.
Jungkook finds how adorable you look with how you're suddenly getting sleepy. It’s still endearing to him how you usually get sleepy after showering because it’s the opposite for him. You truly don’t know why you do get sleepy, you just feel light and relaxed that it dozes you off. Add that Jungkook always tires you while showering, you just wanna lay down and sleep. Naps after a shower are the best ones, the only ones that make you feel fully rested after waking up.
“i didn't really care if you win you know” he admits fondly, scrunching his nose as he nuzzles your neck.
“is that so?” you respond sleepily, a small smile appearing on your pretty lips. “yeah, I love spoiling you”, he mumbles against your sweaty skin.
You mutter something of a “love you” as a response, the hand running through his hair is slowing down, letting Jungkook know that you’re on a brink of sleep.
“go to sleep now, we’ll have a picnic date later when you wake up” he smiles affectionately before kissing you on the cheek and you hum delightedly, closing your eyes for a deep slumber.
Jungkook looks at your sleeping figure before closing the door quietly, texting his friends proudly that you won the bet between you both. All he gets as replies are playful threats of stealing you from him and he scoffs, teasing his friends at the possibility of them watching you play instead.
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e/n: it’s currently unedited lmao cuz i’ve been rusty after not posting a oneshot since November 😭. note that it’s been years since i’ve actually played on PC so that’s why i didn’t specify any game on this one nor did i include any technicalities. also this genre’s not my forte so sowy if it didn’t live up to your taste 😬
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rendaze · 5 months ago
one morning stand (m)
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+ featuring . . . dom nerd!jungkook x gn!reader
+ summary . . . in which you and jungkook have one night stands with roommates and happen to be sneaking out at the same time.
+ genre . . . smut, fluff
+ wordcount . . . 7.9k
+ warnings . . . don't be fooled by the first half being fluff lmao; rough sex, a lot of dirty talk (jk will not shut up), heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, 'whore', etc.), consensual slut-shaming (reader is into it), exhibitionism, cumplay, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, reader gets tied up at one point
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Most mornings arrived like a lover’s gentle touch, beguiling the horizon’s rays to surface with a golden grace; yours, however, often arrived with an acute headache, nausea, and the race to gather your clothes and dip before your one-night stand roused from snore-filled slumber. Though short was the list of things worse than hangovers, the dreaded walk of shame was often far more perilous with its intricacies and social hazards.
Between tossed beer cans and workout gear was a Chewbacca-themed alarm clock ticking away the minutes until it would wake its owner with a recorded growl. You, still in disbelief you had slept with a man with Star Wars paraphernalia, quickened your pace.
Some would call you tactless, but you were simply realistic. What else could come out of meaningless breakfast offers and forced conversations if not minutes wasted on both ends?
By the time you had wiped your face clean and thrown the prior night’s clothes over your head, the sun had arced through the sky with an obstination better suited for the winter months. For it was not the light that had awoken you, but the quiet rumble of steps falling down staircases as those who lived in the party house began their morning clean-up.
This, you’d argue, was the worst part of falling asleep after a hook-up: avoiding the ‘walk of shame’.
And it appeared as if you weren’t the only one facing this conundrum.
You opened the door to see a figure lurked near the hallway’s end, fluffy hair peeking at the crowded living room. The young man stuck close to the wall as if he were one with it, desperate to remain hidden. His coffee-colored eyes scanned the scene as if envisioning a multitude of escape routes and calculating their likelihood of success. His frown said that he wasn’t too pleased with the conclusion.
The sigh was a familiar one – one that had been directed towards you one too many times.
His shoulders jumped as if he were the hare to your fox, fight or flight senses kicking in at your abrupt arrival.
Jeon Jungkook. Captain of the debate team, frequent charity donor, homework answer sharer, your seatmate, and the last person you’d ever expect to encounter on a Sunday morning.
His neck, besmeared with an array of violent hickeys, whipped towards your standing figure. He shushed you with a finger to his pink lips – an image you’d seen whenever you would bother him with useless remarks in the middle of a lecture.
You crept beside him, crouched to copy his pose. Though you nodded, your mind meandered yonder. The Jeon Jungkook you knew from History and the Jeon Jungkook who wore beer-stained Hawaiian polos appeared as two separate entities. One you were familiar with, the other you were unsure of.
He fixed his hands through his hair and buttoned his shirt higher, clearing his throat with a demure smile better suited for school hallways than sticky trash-covered floors. “Hey, you,” his voice cracked, causing the ‘you’ to sound like two words smashed together.
“What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean?” His brows raised as if the answer hadn’t been right in front you – which it had been, in the form of violet blotches and scratch marks across his sun-blessed skin.
“Did you trip down the stairs and pass out?” You half-joked. It was arduous to imagine how the teacher’s pet who did algebra for fun could find himself in the same spot you were in. ‘It’s relaxing!’ He’d argue, before timing himself on his Samsung’s stopwatch and beginning another worksheet while waiting for the professor. You were more inclined to believe the scratch marks had come from some cat Jungkook had pet-sat than someone he had fucked a room across yours.
His doe eyes grew, as if both offended and bewildered. “Do you seriously not-” The approaching sound of steps slashed his sentence short.
They must’ve been done cleaning the living room – which meant they were heading straight towards you.
Jungkook had always been quick to raise his hand during lectures. It was as if he was in constant competition with himself, as no one else bothered. And his answers were always right.
You weren’t sure if this one was; not when he nearly dislocated your shoulder dragging you up to a stand, and especially not when he shoved the pair of you into the nearest room.
With the precision of a bomb defuser, he closed the oak door as silently as his sweaty palms could.
“Jungkook, what-”
He pressed the rough pad of his fingertip to your lips.
Imprisoned within the cage of your ribs, a nestled heart thud.
This was the closest you’d ever been to him.
In the dim room, light fragments leaked from the doorframe’s gaps and highlighted his face in soft shades. You thought about sunlight: how it travelled at a nearly instantaneous speed, how distant it journeyed if only to linger on him, and how, in its earliest hours, it turned Jungkook’s brown eyes into honey.
This close, you felt more than heard the pace of his breathing; the warm air caressed your forehead as he leant past you to make sure the door was shut.
The silence allowed you to observe the room you had been pulled into, though you found it to be less of a room than you’d given it credit for. While the floor and lower shelves were crammed with an assortment of shoeboxes and house slippers, the upper half was littered with winter coats and gear. In the limited space, you could hardly exhale without your chest touching his.
It was a closet. Jungkook, in his panic, had trapped you both in a closet.
Beyond the door was the loud banter and cacophony of people as they cleaned up the prior night’s apocalyptic aftermath. Crushed plastic cups. Mops against floors. Changed bed sheets.
The two of you waited. A minute passed. Then, another. And another. They continued to clean the area outside where you hid, each too-close step causing him to flinch.
Whether it be his proximity or your ennui, you could no longer take it.
“Okay, you might have a problem with being seen but I don’t.” Your movement stirred a response from his then rigid frame. He had to maintain his golden boy reputation, after all. You, contrarily, had no notoriety of which you were caged by. The general population didn’t care about you the way they did Jungkook. The simple miracle of him attending a party would already be made a spectacle by Monday.
He reached for your wrist as you clutched the doorknob. His pout (which was horrendously endearing) compelled you to pause. “Please.” He kept your gaze, as if it were an insurmountable fact that one didn’t go against his wishes when faced with such a guise. You loathed how he was right.
“Fine, at least entertain me,” you whispered. Already, he looked as if he regretted not letting you go. “I’ve never seen you at a party before. Didn’t think you were the type to hook-up.”
You’d expected him to flush at your confrontational assumption, rather than the raised brow and head tilt you were met with. “And why’s that?”
“Because you’re so… you.” At his look did you shrug, rattled mind settling for the first adjective it thought of. “You’re cute.”
“What? It’s a compliment.” You pat his head.
“What am I? A dog?” He huffed, blown air inflating his cheeks. He swatted your hands away and crossed his arms. You didn’t think it was a good time to point out how, in that moment, he very much looked like the kicked puppy he tried not to be. “You know, I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”
“Evidently not,” you said. “Or you wouldn’t be here, stuck in a closet with me, sneaking out after a one night stand.”
“Who said anything about a one night stand?”
Your brow raised. “You have a partner?”
The dark did little to conceal the crimson burn of his cheeks and ears. “No, but I’m just saying. I hypothetically could have one. You don’t know me.”
“We’ve been seatmates for five months, Jungkook.”
“And not once have we actually talked.”
“Unless I’ve been talking to your secret twin, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“You complaining about our prof everytime she gives out an assignment isn’t a conversation.”
“Only because you’re a teacher’s pet.” You huffed. While he might not have appreciated your circadian quips, you didn’t think it was the worst seatmate bonding time. “Which brings me to my next question: why’d you go last night?”
“I can’t go to parties like a regular college student just because I’m me?”
You sent him a pointed look because, yes, you didn’t think he went to parties like a regular college student. While you might not have known what he got up to during his free time (seeing as he didn’t have social media), you were certain that none of it involved vomiting in his grandmother's antique vase after declining a three-way with his dealer and her boyfriend – something that has totally never happened to you.
“What?” he whined.
“Who’s the lucky person that managed to drag the golden boy away from his studies?” If you were sure of anything, it was this: infatuation led people to the most unexpected of places. For what other reason would you stay entrapped in a closet with a man in a Hawaiian polo?
His hair, as wavy as a stygian sea, bounced as he shook his head.
“If you don’t tell me, I might accidentally start speaking too loudly,” you teased, voice rising in volume.
Panicked, he placed his palm over your lips. “Keep your voice to a whisper.” He sighed, relenting. “I… I came last night because I wanted to see you.”
You blinked.
“To see me?”
His bunny teeth gnawed his lip. “I’ve always thought you were kinda cool.” His hands rose to cover his overheated ears. “C’mon, you definitely know I like you. I always act like such an idiot around you.”
You didn’t know. How could you have possibly known when he never spared you a second glance?
Reading your disbelief, he continued. “You don’t remember the notepad incident?”
The cogs in your brain turned until a memory snapped to the surface; one of him leaving his desk unattended during lecture, and you ruffling through his post-it notes out of boredom (because for reasons unknown to you, he had dozens in numerous colors). What you weren’t expecting to find were short letters—if they could even be called that—written in the backs of them. They talked about infatuation and the art of unrequited passion, thoughts you’d never associated Jungkook to having. So engrossed in their messages, you hadn’t realized when he had come back. “Who’s this about?” you had asked him as he swiped his stationary back from you, face flushed.
“You said it was poetry.”
He groaned. “What about all the times I let you copy off my homework?”
“I thought you were just being nice!”
Jungkook pouted, his foot softly stomping in frustration at your idiocy. “I’m not that nice.”
“Then why didn’t you approach me?” You hadn’t seen him the entire night.
He took a step back. “You were… busy.”
“Oh.” Your stomach dropped. “Jungkook, I-”
“No, no,” he panicked. “You don’t have to explain yourself, you don’t owe me anything. Seriously.”
“But I still feel bad.”
“Well, don’t, it’s not like I didn’t… yeah.”
“Well, the past is the past.” You forced him to meet your eyes with a tug of his chin. “We can always make up for lost time.”
His adam’s apple bobbed. “What?”
Your hands trailed his arms, surprised at the hard muscle. He shivered as you blew on his ear. “I’ve always thought you were cute, too.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, really,” you giggled. “You don’t think I have good taste?”
“If you did, I would’ve fucked you last night.”
You liked this bolder Jungkook. The one who met your gaze rather than shied from it.
“Well, if you had approached me, maybe you would have.” Your hands trailed his chest. “But we can always do it now.”
“What? Now? There are people outside.” His words supposed one thing but the hands resting on your hips said another.
“Should’ve thought of that before you dragged me in here.”
He curled inwards. “Sorry about that, by the way. I panicked.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” You pressed against his chest. The rise of his heartbeat drummed against your skin. “But if you hadn’t then I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
The back of your hand grazed his crotch.
The teasing motion awoke in him something you had yet to see. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer to you, hands spread against the door behind you. He trapped you between his arms, his breath cascading across your skin. So slowly did he lean in that your wrist’s pulse began to tick like clockwork, as if it too were counting the seconds until he closed the gap.
When he did, you were knocked breathless.
His kiss was rough, not at all like the way he pressed against you. It was soft and passionate. Strange yet comfortable. Everything and nothing like you’d expected from this Jungkook.
Your hands ran through his hair, tangled in its softness. He tasted like mouthwash and smelled like baby power. He was the definition of intoxication, and you were content to be engulfed in his waters.
Pushing his hair from his eyes, he used his other hand to drag you closer to the center of his storm, the music of lips against lips a resounding orchestra. His giggles as you touched his neck were just as melodious as he wrapped his arms around your waist as if the closet were a ballroom and you were its guests.
There was no need for violas or harps, not when he pressed against you in harmonic promises. Soft groans fell from his lips faster than wisps of smoke dissipating after a lit candle had been extinguished. More than the fear of getting caught, you thought of the pressure of his hand on your back and his nose touching yours. You’d lost count of the times you had stepped on Jungkook's feet in the dark but his smile never dulled. He was the sun to whom you’d risk lighting yourself ablaze for even just a moment of his warmth.
In the eye of the storm, you were but a bird, flailing about until you could take off with outstretched wings and storm-swept feathers. You had taken care of a bird just like that in your adolescence, young and injured. You nursed it to health until its wings could carry its weight across the ether canvas. The next day, you’d seen a pack of hunting dogs and feathers across the field. You never took care of another wounded bird again.
You wondered if that were you, rising only to fall. It’d been years, yet the memory lingered. Would he only stay for as long as you were risen or would he be the genesis of your undoing?
Jungkook was infamous for all the wrong things yet loved for all the right ones. He was smart, diligent, outgoing – but he was also awkward, arrogant, and obsessive, only caring about his grades even if it meant putting his peers down and eating alone at breaks. He did internships and extracurriculars all day and studied until the break of dawn, but with every second that his rare attention was spent on you, your delusions that he was telling the truth about liking you grew bigger and bigger.
You were aware of all of this and still you fell into the depths of his being so completely that to let go of him would be to drown and never resurface. You didn’t believe that it was his intention to be so beguiling, but it didn’t stop him from entrapping you in the net that you had crafted yourself.
He liked you. Three words, he had said. Three beautiful words. When he looked at you like you were the answer to every question he had been asking the universe all his life, how were you supposed to want to let go? He said it once more against your lips. Then twice. Then thrice, until you no longer cared if you’d wake up the next day and find that only feathers remained. And so, you said those three words back, even if it would be the cause of your ruin.
You had no want for his reaction to your scarce genuinity. So when he inched away to confirm that he hadn’t misheard you, you pressed against him harder. “Did you-”
“Shut up,” you were quick to reply.
His tongue slipped between your lips. He sucked on the muscle as his once shy hands roamed behind you, squeezing your ass. Motivated by your soft groans, he ground his crotch against your front.
“I want you to fuck me,” you panted into his open mouth.
For a second, he stilled, as if shocked by the bluntness in which your words pierced him.
“You want that?” he tested the waters, resuming your kiss.
But you were impatient. “Please, Jungkook.”
“You really want our first time to be in a closet where anyone could hear us?”
“Yes,” you said. You wanted it. Needed it. “You could fuck me anywhere, I just need your cock in me now.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groaned, unable to stop the jerking of his hips against you.
You smirked against his lips. “Really? Never thought my innocent little seatmate would be into this sort of thing.”
His eyes narrowed. “You really want me to prove it to you, huh?”
You played along. “I really don’t know what you mean.”
“You want me to treat you like the slut you are?” he teased. You shook, putty under his words. “You’re really sure?”
The dark rings in his eyes softened as he waited for your consent. His hands caressed the outside of your arms with a gentleness so sudden it gave you whiplash. Not that you needed his forbearance.
“Please, Jungkook, I want it.”
The heat between you returned at your panted answer. “You like being called what you are, huh?” The tone of his whisper made his voice that much more provocative.
“If I’m a slut, then what are you?” You eyed the marks on his neck with a grin.
He laughed as he dragged against your clothed core. His lips hovered over your own, smirking as you chased it when he pulled away. “You talk too much.” He tapped two fingers against your bottom lip. “Real sluts know what to do when I do this, don’t they?”
He pressed you harder against the door with his hips as you began to suck on his fingers. You had half a mind to tease him as he had teased you, but you had never been a patient person. Your tongue slobbered all over his digits as spit fell down your chin and onto your chest. You sucked and sucked; it rolled in your mouth the way you wanted to do to the cock rubbed against you. You humped him like a bitch in heat as his fingers reached as deep as they could in your mouth, trying to locate the spot that would make you gag.
He smirked at the sound when he found it. “Can’t even take my fingers? How is my cock ever going to fuck your warm throat?” His unoccupied hand applied pressure around your neck. You gasped at the new feeling and the delicious lightheadedness that came with it.
“Filthy slut, fucking some guy you barely know when you know I like you?” He grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “Had to watch you act like a dumb whore just for some cock when you could’ve had mine so easily, baby. I had to fuck some random chick because of how hard your little outfit made me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed crotch. “You feel how hard I am? This is all for you.” He sighed. “Whoring yourself out for some other guy and not even offering me your services? I’m disappointed in you.”
The prior night had been a drunken blur, and you could barely recall how you grinded against the stranger you’d spent the evening with. Apparently, he had seen it all; how that other man had almost fucked you in the middle of the dance floor, lips pressed against your neck, fingers pinching your nipples through your top.
Jungkook grabbed your face. He squished your cheeks together until your mouth opened. His tongue swirled in his mouth to collect his spit. “Say ‘ah’,” he cooed, before dripping his saliva down your throat. He used his thumb to push back the bits of it that leaked from the corner of your lips. “Swallow.”
Your body burned as you swallowed both your pride and his fluids. He pried open your mouth after he watched your throat bob to ensure you had swallowed every last drop. “Messy slut,” he degraded.
His lips collided with yours once more. A nasty, wet kiss, that left your toes curling and lower stomach fluttering. He sucked on the skin all around your face, dragging his tongue back and forth as if claiming ownership over you in the messiest way possible. He suctioned his way to your collarbone, only stopping to help you out of your top.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned. “I’ve jerked off to you so many times – even when I was fucking someone else last night, I thought of you. Do you know how difficult it was not to moan your name? I can’t believe I finally get to taste you.”
“But I wanna taste you first.” You pushed him away to unbutton his shirt.
His defined abs were a surprise in itself, but they weren’t what caused you to gasp.
“Okay, I know now that you’re not my innocent little classmate, but I didn’t expect this.”
‘This’ being the two metal rods pierced through his nipples.
He snorted at your genuine reaction. “Yeah, yeah, geek in the streets, freak in the sheets,” he said. “Now, suck.”
You didn’t need his command to lower your head and place his pierced nipple between your lips. You lapped at the left peak, the cool metal resting on your tongue.
He only bothered to unbutton and lift his pants low enough to free his cock. It bounced against his stomach, rockhard and covered with pre-cum.
Jungkook was huge. And he knew it.
“You’re…” There were millions of words in the dictionary, yet none could describe how wanton he left you feeling. His hands gripped the base and tapped it against his stomach. A droplet of cum leaked down the side, and it took all your mental strength not to drop to your knees right then. “Can I please suck your cock?”
He pet your head. “You’re only an obedient puppy when you want something, hm? Bet you say that to all the other guys you whore yourself out to.”
He pushed on you until you fell to your knees. You kept your gaze on how he licked his lips and looked down on you, though it was difficult when his large cock swang near you like a meal to the starved. He slapped his dick around your cheeks and forehead, his pre-cum rubbing across your closed eyelids to your chin. He avoided your lips.
You thought yourself akin to Tantalus, a man cursed by Zeus to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree with low branches; when he’d go to drink, the water would recede, and when he went to eat, the branch moved out of reach.
“How badly do you want my cock in your dumb whore mouth?”
“More than anything.” Your hands tightened around his thighs. He still wore all his clothes, and the image was as teasing as the cock he continued to slap you with. “Only need you.”
“Oh, I know that, baby,” he said. “The question is whether you’re a good enough whore to deserve it.”
“Please let this whore suck your large cock,” you begged, taking a page from his book and staring up at him with puppy-dog eyes, mewling against his leg. “I’m just a dumb bimbo willing to do anything for cock.”
He, finally, tapped his length against your lips. You waited for his command before you licked the head, scared he’d retreat if you didn’t obey him.
“Open,” he said. A word you’d never been happier to hear.
Prepared now for his length, you held in your need to gag as you slid him down. His brow raised, impressed. “You must’ve taken a lot of cock down this throat, you’re too good at this.”
Deeper and deeper, he went. You winked when your lips met the base of it.
“You’re too fucking good, bet you have a line of guys dreaming about your pretty lips wrapped around them.” His hand pushed and pulled you harder, treating you as nothing more than a toy thats only purpose was to suck cock. “Do you know how my friends talk about you? They think you’re so pretty, baby. I can’t even blame them for talking about how much they wanna fuck you. Turn you into their cockslut. They’re so jealous that I get to see your cute face everyday. Of course, it’s not only your face that I look at.”
With the way your arousal increased with his every thrust, it was as if your mouth was connected to your hole.
The room filled with his heavy breathing. He bit his fist to keep quiet, conscious of the noise that continued to permeate the hallway a door away. You whined when he threw his head back, no longer able to watch how his skin pinked and his pupils widened at your ministrations.
Jungkook was ethereal, using your face as a glorified hole for his pleasure.
“Doesn’t take much to turn you into a cockslut, does it?” He pulled you to your feet, ignoring your complaints of wanting him back in your mouth. “You’re so easy that it’s almost boring.”
Every word out of his mouth made your core clench.
He turned you to face the wall and pulled your bottoms off to have access to your hole. You jumped when he lightly spanked your center.
When he noticed the ceiling hook directly above you, he grinned. “Lift your arms, slut.”
Your back to him, you couldn’t see how he grabbed one of your clothes and used it to tie your wrists to the hook. He adjusted it until he deemed you comfortable enough.
He pinched your ass, spreading your cheeks to reveal your winking hole. “Such a slutty fucking hole, all for me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” you said. “All for you, only you.”
“You probably don’t even need to be prepped, huh? Sluts are always ready.”
Still, he sat down on his calves and began to trace you with the rough pads of his fingers. His other hand held onto your hips as you began to buck around, the touch so teasing that it left you desperate for more.
You were no stranger to sex and the pleasure that came with it, yet Jungkook’s touch felt so different from all the others you’ve been with. Even your own hands, hands that knew your body better than anyone else, paled in comparison to his teasing movements. He would give you just enough of what you needed before retreating, leaving your body in a constant tug and pull of ecstasy and wanting.
And then his lips. Plush and soft. He kissed around you before diving in, his tongue making a home for itself in you. The muscle wiggled around to touch your tight walls.
“I knew it,” he groaned, losing himself in you. “You taste so fucking good.”
Wads of his spit were shoved into you with his fingers. He would gather his saliva and finger it as deep as he could, repeating the process until you were overflowing. It wasn’t even that he was prepping you, you realized, he just loved turning you into a messy slut covered in him.
He spat onto your ass once more, massaging it into your skin.
“I’d ask if you were ready for my cock, but I know you are,” he said, pressing his chest onto your back and rubbing his length down your crack.
“I need it.” You rubbed your ass against his crotch, enticing him to fuck you full.
So, he did.
“It slid right in,” he moaned. “Do I have to thank whoever fucked you last night for loosening you up for me?”
You wanted to watch him, but the knots above you were too tight to turn. All you could do was hang pliant, nothing but a body to be used for Jungkook. After all his teasing, he didn’t wait for you to adjust to his ginormous length before bottoming out. His pace was rapid as he jackhammered into you.
Your mouth hung open, brain emptied in pleasure.
“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Wanna be a good slut for me and keep that whore mouth shut, hm?”
You’d been left drunk by his words alone, the consonants and vowels swirled in your mind until all you could think of was the shaft that dragged against your insides. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“Nothing but a dumb little fuckhole for me to breed, isn’t that right?”
It became more difficult with every thrust to hold back your moans without hands to bite on.
“You like that?” He delivered a harsh thrust into you. “Want to be nothing but a cumdump? Gonna make you take all my cum, have it dripping down your thighs as you walk home, forced to think of me fucking you every step of the way there.”
“Fuck,” you hiss. “Feels so good.”
“Did I say you could speak?”
You whined when his cock slipped out, fearful that he might leave you unfinished. Instead, he rustled through your fallen clothes on the floor. When he stood, you had a suspicion of what came next.
He shoved the wad of lace into your parted lips.
“Snap your fingers twice if you want out, okay?”
He slid his cock back into you, moving at a slower pace this time. He would pull out until only his head remained, before violently shoving back in until his balls pounded onto your ass.
“I think I like you better like this,” he smirked as he tugged your chin to face him. He angled your face side-to-side, as one would inspect goods in a market. After a moment, he nodded in approval. You could imagine what he saw: a slut with snot dripping from their nose, tears raining from their eyes, and new marks littering their neck replacing the ones before it. “You know what I’d do if you were mine?” He sniffed your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.
Your head shook.
“I’d fuck your pretty ass until it’s dripping with my cum. Would plug you up and have you walk around and attend class, feeling all of my seed in your belly with every little movement you make. You wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything without my help, hm, baby? I’d turn you into a dumb little bimbo who needs me for even the littlest tasks.” Your eyes rolled at the purr of his tone as he whispered every single thing he’d do to you against the lobe of your ear. “Good sluts take whatever I give them.”
“I need that so bad,” your voice came out muffled from beneath the fabric. You wanted to tug your wrists from where he’d tied them above you and feel his skin beneath your palms.
He caressed your nape with a condescending laugh. “I know you do. I’d train you to be the perfect cumdump. My cumdump. Would have you wearing the shortest clothes and bend you over every surface so that everyone passing by could see your messy hole. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you? Would love everyone watching you, knowing that I’m the only one allowed to touch you… until I ask my friends to play with you, of course. I’m not that selfish.” You tightened around him. “Oh, you’d love to be passed around and gang-banged. You’d be so filled up with cum that your stomach would bloat.”
Clearly, he had an exhibitionist streak (among a plethora of other kinks). Something you should’ve guessed by how quickly his pants tented when you suggested fucking in a closet. Evidently, you had the same streak, if your clenched slit had anything to say for it.
“You’re so fucking tight. I never wanna leave this hole.”
You were thankful he had stuffed your ruined panties in your mouth lest he heard your mindless babbles as you neared your climax.
His hips began to thrust even faster than you would’ve thought possible. Your heart spiked as each motion made noise loud enough for the outside to hear – but you could no longer care, lost in the sensations of his hard cock belitting you into nothing more than a hole to fuck.
“You take my cock so easily. Didn’t even need much prep. You’re just a common whore, aren’t you?”
You feverishly nodded.
He reached around you to remove the wad of cotton from your mouth. “Where do you want my cum?” he groaned, the words rushing from his lips as he chased his climax.
“In me,” you cried into your shoulder, barely conscious enough to not want to get caught. “I need you to fill me with your seed.”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so hot, you know that? Could fuck you for the rest of my life.”
In and out. In and out. His hips moved so swiftly that you could no longer think, sufficiently dick-drunk. He no longer cared about pacing, simply using you as a doll to get off.
“I want you to cum with me,” he said. His dominant demeanor faded as he desperately clung onto every inch of your skin, hand roaming your sides as he chased his end. His fingers began tugging at your nipples roughly, urging you to reach the finale with him. His words were breathlessly rushed as if they fell from his lips without thought: “Need you to cum, need to feel you cum around me. Shit. You look so pretty fucked out. Such a good slut for me. You’re doing so good, baby.”
Your orgasm crashed against you like a tidal wave, unexpected and violent. Your body thrashed against your binds, hips jerking back and forth as pleasure overtook you - possessed you, almost. Your hole pulsed against his cock, tightening around the length as fluids overflowed.
He jerked into you once more, his cum painting your insides. Soft expletives fell from his lips between praises as he gently rocked his hips into you to ensure his cum wouldn’t spill.
The sensation of his cock slipping out of you felt like heaven and sin.
You hadn’t orgasmed so destructively in… you couldn’t remember having ever experienced anything that came close to that. You weren’t certain if it was because of the risk of getting caught or because Jungkook was that good. Perhaps, it was a mix of both.
You shook at the binds above you, tired from your orgasm.
He wasn’t quite finished, however.
You waited, confused, until you felt his tongue lap your hole, sucking his cum out of you. Sensitive, your feet kicked at him to stop, but he was relentless in his mission to fill his mouth with his own seed.
Your stomach curled at the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stood. He pried your mouth open with his fingers before depositing all of his saliva-mixed cum onto your tongue. “Don’t swallow yet, baby.”
He leaned on your body with a softness that matched his gaze, his hand resting on your hip, his chest on your back. His fingers played with the fluids in your mouth, swirling it with your spit until it combined into a mess that ran down your chin (which he licked up and spat back in). Content, he finally commanded you to swallow.
The thick concoction ran down your throat slowly, becoming a part of you. You groaned at the heady sensation alongside Jungkook’s pliant kisses around your nape.
He gently untied your wrists from the hook, rubbing the skin from any soreness. When he was done, he rocked your tired body back-and-forth to soothe you. You crumpled onto his figure as if your bones had disintegrated to dust.
“We… We really just did that.” Jungkook had finally come back to himself, doe eyes widened as if he had broken from a spell. “Are you alright?”
You laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, you?”
He nodded, scratching at his nape.
The next few minutes consisted of an awkward dance, the pair of you picking up your clothes, constantly stumbling against each other in the process. Each time, Jungkook would avert his gaze to the ceiling or the floor – whatever he could do to give you privacy in the confined quarters of a storage closet. The silence was so thick that to distort it with words felt unnatural. He only spoke to tell you that the hallway was quiet, no longer occupied by the residents of the house, and that you were both free to leave unnoticed.
Even the goodbye was stilted, as if you had been possessed by beings other than yourselves during the incident and were now left to deal with the consequences.
Under the morning light outside, Jungkook flushed as red as a polluted sunset. He gingerly waved from where he stood, making sure that you got into your Uber safely (only after nagging the driver to escort you with utmost caution). Your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t surface. Instead, you settled for a wave back.
A smile cracked on his lips as he watched your car hug the corner of the street and disappear from view.
The next time you saw Jungkook was during a lecture. His glasses were back on his face, sweater vest tucked into his trousers. He looked nothing like the man who had fucked you dumb the weekend before, back to being the epitome of what you’d expect every nerd who took college too seriously to look like.
You took your usual seat beside him, unsure if bringing it up casually would make him uncomfortable. Already, his cheeks and ears were red, and you could almost feel the heat radiating off of them.
You exchanged shy greetings before returning to your individual tasks: him, pretending to rewrite notes (when really he was doodling on the corners of his notebook), and you, pretending to send a text (when really you were swiping your homescreen back and forth).
He shot you furtive glances when he thought you weren’t looking. His fingers drummed against the table and his knee shook as if he was working up the courage to say anything. Gone was the boy who had had all the words ready in the palm of his hand that morning.
“Hey,” you smiled. “Did you start on the final project already?”
His head whipped towards you, wide eyes and parted lips telling you he hadn’t expected you to make the first move, perhaps content to fester in the ruined classmate relationship after your somewhat strained goodbye post-rendezvous. How does one act after confessing your feelings and subsequently fucking in a closet? You knew how to react to hook-ups, and you knew how to react to confessions, but both? At the same time? Your head spun.
“I- That-” He struggled to gather his words as each consonant slipped through his fingers like fine sand. He, a past valedictorian, had been left dumb. “I did,” he croaked out. “You?”
“Of course, you did.” You laughed, the sound more metallic than you’d intended. “I’m gonna start next week.”
“Cool,” Jungkook replied.
The silence thickened the air between you like smog. The minute stretched on for forever, the pair of you waiting for the other to break the silence first in an unannounced game of chicken.
“I just-” “I don’t-”
Your voices overlapped each other, causing you to exchange awkward grins.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Can I start?”
You told him to go ahead.
“I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about liking you.” He rubbed his nape. “I didn’t mean for what happened to happen, but I don’t regret it.”
His gaze burned into your own as if he were searching for any clues as to what you felt. It was terrifying, the sincerity in which it pierced you. But you had no want to run from it. Not anymore.
“I don’t regret it, either,” you said. “Plus, that might’ve been one of the hottest hook-ups I’ve ever had.”
He blushed. “And about the ‘me liking you’ part?”
You dragged your chair closer to his. “After the way you treated me, how could I not?”
It took him a moment to compose himself, back ramrod straight as goosebumps ran down his arms at the turn he hadn’t expected the conversation to take. He anxiously glanced at the row behind where you two sat, teeth biting into his bottom lip in a way you found infatuating. You were thankful to every god out there that he had been caught in traffic that first day and forced to sit in the back row beside you. Jungkook, who had been nothing more than a cute, grade-conscious stranger at the time.
The minute it took for him to steel his nerves was worth it, you found out.
Just in time, the professor walked through the door and began taking attendance. You were so focused on waiting that you jumped when Jungkook’s hand began trailing up and down your thigh.
Your eyes widened.
“Did you really like it?” he whispered.
“Like what?”
“The way I treated you.”
There were thousands of ways you could’ve affirmed his statement, but you settled for a nod.
His hand moved up your inner thigh, nearing your crotch. The upward jerk of your hips caused a satisfied smirk to settle on his lips. “If you want to continue being my good pet, then don’t make a sound.”
So enthralled were you in his touch that you hadn’t realized that your professor had called you. Twice.
“Present,” you yelled, embarrassed by the startled shakiness in your tone.
“Good pet,” he praised, rubbing harder through your clothes. “You want more?”
Jungkook licked his fingers with a nymph gaze. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your pants.
Paranoid, you glanced around the lecture hall.
“Don’t kid yourself,” his low tone caused goosebumps to run across your arms. “I know a common whore like you wants to be stared at while being used.”
His hand dipped into your underwear, moving directly to your hole. He rubbed the area around it before inserting a finger into you, deliciously wiggling it around. His spit allowed it to smoothly enter you with a soft ‘squish’.
In front, the lesson had begun. Not that you could pay attention. Your focus zeroed in on the intoxicating slowness in which Jungkook made a toy out of you, hand moving back and forth.
“Can someone please read the first section on page 130?”
You froze as your professor began glancing up and down the rows in search of a prospect, disappointed at the disinterested gazes of her students. This would be the time that, like clockwork, Jungkook’s arm would raise. And yet it stayed, connected to you below the table.
A historical moment: Jungkook not volunteering.
Instead, he did something entirely different.
You gasped when he grabbed your arm and made you raise your hand.
“Great,” the professor acknowledged you, gesturing you to begin.
You quickly flipped through the pages, hands shaking when you realized that Jungkook wouldn’t stop. If anything he began to finger you faster, hitting the area that caused spots to cloud your vision.
Your voice shook as you read out the passage. Scattered letters chased each other on the page; your eyes raced to keep up with them. Had the words always been so small?
Jungkook had fingered you dumb enough to forget how to read.
“Though scholars believed that–” He pushed his fingers directly against your most sensitive spot. “–That, um, though they believed that–”
You accidentally made eye contact with a few of your classmates, their impatience with your slow pace making it hard for you to wring the words into sentences. Your voice came out breathy yet stilted, guttural stops after every few words.
When you finished the section, you leaned against the back of your chair in relief as the class resumed. Jungkook, however, was a stranger to giving you breaks, simply speeding his ministrations.
The feeling in the pit of your stomach heightened the faster he went. Your eyes bounced around the nearby rows to check if anyone noticed the slight creaking sound that came from this new speed, but were reassured to find that everyone was busy analyzing a chart on the projector.
When you turned to face him, you were pleased to find that half of his notes were in scribbles. You’d be quite offended if your tightness around his fingers weren’t at least a bit of a distraction to the star pupil. You had half a mind to joke about fucking one of your classmates to borrow their notes to lend to him just so that he’d jealousy-fuck you the moment class dismissed. You were just about to when you felt it – that tell-tale tightening.
“Jungkook,” you whispered, your legs beginning to shake. “I’m coming.”
His lips brushed against the lobe of your ear. “Cum for me then, slut.”
You breathed so heavily from holding back your moans that you became lightheaded, lost in the euphoria of your danger-filled release. The world was but a blur as you crumpled into your seat exhausted. You hadn’t even realized how Jungkook’s fingers slipped out of you, nor how he buttoned you up and kissed your forehead.
Above, the bell ringing signalled the end of the class, alongside the routine sounds of chairs scraping against hardwood floors and stationary being stuffed into totes and backpacks.
The two of you were left alone in the classroom, eyes finding one another in the solitude.
You grinned, still in a daze. “There isn’t a CCTV in here, right?”
He moved you onto the desk, hands gripping your hips. “Even if there was, would you care?”
And the answer was ‘no’, you didn’t. As long as you were wrapped in your seatmate’s warmth and greeted with his shy yet teasing smiles, you wouldn’t have cared where he touched you. What could’ve been a one morning stand began a series of trysts both public and private, and you both wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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bebejungkook · 2 months ago
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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny Masterlist
‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.
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awrkive · a month ago
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as your lack of sexual experience starts to gnaw at you at 20, you ask jeon jungkook, your enemy slash friend slash bodyguard, to teach you explore your sexuality.
PAIRING jungkook x (female) reader
GENRE smut, crack (?), r18+
WARNINGS/MISC allusion to oc having shitty friends, virgin!reader, kinda spoiled brat!!reader lol, childhood friend-ish!jk, college!au, explicit sexual content specifically: oral sex (male receiving). awkward first times
NOTES is this still considered a drabble 🤔 anywho. excuse any grammar and spelling errors i did not edit this nor i think i will tbh ASGDKFBFFKC this is just a super random idea i had like last week and only got the time to finish it today sauuurrr. scream at me in my inbox if you liked this ☝🏼 also tell me if you want to see more of this couple cos i think i have a vision for them hmmm. enjoy reading bffs mwahh
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You could never count in your hands the times people told you how unpredictable you are. Sometimes, you take the comment lightly when it's said in an amused tone, but oftentimes, the intention is to scold you – and the words are usually delivered by your always disappointed father.
Honestly, you couldn't fault him. You do things without deliberate thoughts, because you know you can get away with just about anything. As much as your father never gets tired of reprimanding you for questionable things you do, he's also a sucker for his one and only persistent child.
So you don't really think about anything much. Because you don't need to.
Now, you are unpredictable. People are right, you can admit that yourself. The claim makes itself true when one second, you do something good – like being responsible with your father's credit card and not stressing out your two bodyguards – then do something extremely bonkers like booking a flight to the Bahamas back in your 18th birthday to impress your new friends (so they wouldn't drop you – but you'll never let anyone hear that part of the story) the next second.
Anyway, those girls did drop you. And as a result, your father got mad at you for being "so reckless". You were grounded for about two months.
You are so unpredictable that one moment, you tell yourself that you would never fuck Jungkook – your childhood friend – when Jimin teased you about him then asking him to fuck you the next.
Jungkook had been so shocked. So dramatic, he even dropped his coffee from his sad Starbacks breakfast meal.
"I asked, if you could teach me how to do sex." You emphasized the words by prolonging each syllable, scooting closer to him so the people around wouldn't hear you.
Jungkook gawked at you. "Do what?"
"Jungkook, do you have ear problems? Do you not clean these bad boys?" You took his earlobes in between your fingers and grabbed them lightly, causing him to hiss and swat at your arms.
You pout.
He said your name in a stern voice. "Be serious," Jungkook added, making your frown deepen. He always takes things too seriously, you thought. "What did you say again? And explain it to me this time."
You rolled your eyes as you hissed under your breath, "So demanding," That earned you a glare. Plopping your back to the bench, you cross your arms and start to speak. "Well, I've just been doing some thinking –"
You had squinted your eyes at him, hitting his bicep at his seemingly malicious tone.
But anyway, you managed to get back to your train of thought and continued.
"I'm 20 and still haven't had sex yet. My friends don't tell it to my face, but I think they make fun of me for it. Also, I accidentally watched porn the other day. And… I like this guy…" You tried to think of what to say next, cocking your head, even though you knew you were definitely just starting to ramble. "And well. Lately I've been very curious how sex would feel like. I don't have a boyfriend but... I heard from the girls you're good at it." Once you finish your incoherent speech, you finally meet Jungkook's gaze. "So, can you teach me?"
"Those… were definitely words." Were the only thing that came out of Jungkook's mouth that morning.
He didn't agree to your request, obviously.
The truth is, you've been wanting to have sex ever since senior year of high school because that was seemingly the only thing your classmates would gossip about. But you've never had a boyfriend. Your father was way too privy about your personal life and you never really liked anyone to the point that you wanted to get naked in front of them.
You've held it in in highschool but these days… your curiosity is slowly eating at you. You don't have a boyfriend still, which automatically makes you have no one to do the deed with. And you don't really go to parties or to the bars or clubs. You also don't know if you're capable at flirting because you've never flirted with anybody – sole reason being: you've never really been genuinely interested in anyone.
Bottom line is, you want to have sex now but you don't want to do it with just any random person.
So you opted for Jungkook.
He's two years older than you, in his last year of college, but you've known each other ever since grade school. You both lived in the same neighborhood since you were children and your dad is really close with his parents and vice versa because they're business partners.
You aren't exactly "best friends", but you have a long history together and you guess, that is enough reason to be really close with each other – but not exactly in a good or a "friendly" way.
Your relationship is kind of identifiable, quite honestly. You have a love-hate relationship with the guy. Jungkook is like your bodyguard, he looks out for you, probably because your dad asks him so. He can not do it, though, and your dad was just joking that one Christmas party at your house when he told him that! But Jungkook does guard you, anyway. One thing he does is tell on your dad and that's what irritates you about him. But at the same time, years of being together made you develop this certain trust in him. Because he's familiar. He's someone you think will never hurt you.
So it makes perfect sense to you that he be the first ever person you'd do sexual activity with. The thought is not as terrifying as the thought of it happening with other people.
For days, none of you brought up what happened that dreadful Monday morning, and you pondered on it and realized how stupid that was. Really, you were just about to be embarrassed with what you did until Jungkook texted you three days ago.
annoying guy don't answer [12:07am]: let's do it
you [12:25am]: huh?
annoying guy don't answer [12:26am]: u took so long to reply i almost reconsidered
annoying guy don't answer [12:26am]: but anyway. what you told me. 2 weeks ago. at the uni's park.
It takes him another minute to tell you clearly what he's getting at.
annoying guy don't answer [12:27am]: i'll do it. I'll teach u stuff or whatever
And that was how you ended up in Jungkook's room, now kneeling before him with a pillow between your knees and the floorboard (because you whined that the carpet hurt) while he's seated on the edge of his bed, his dick out.
It was so quiet the moment he took off his shorts and boxers. You've never been the type to run out of words, but boy, were you too stunned to speak.
But you couldn't really blame yourself for your own reaction. It's only recently that you've seen a dick, and that was from the porn clip on twitter you accidentally saw from two weeks ago. You thought that the guy's penis from that video was already big… but Jungkook's is way bigger. Apparently.
You don't know if this is average size, you have no idea. Should you look it up? It's so… long, Jungkook's dick. There are protruding veins across the length of it, and the tip looks like a mushroom – which you found kind of silly, but you scold yourself for even thinking that because you're supposed to be serious. But it's really red. His dick is a bit fat too, and most of all, hard. It looks so hard that it stands stiff on his abdomen.
Overall, though, you can't help but think that it looks odd.
The thought is washed away, however, when Jungkook calls your name. You can hear a slight whiny tone in his voice so you look up, seeing a pained expression on his face. You don't know why.
"Don't… just look at it." He says, the red tips of his ears not lost on you. Is he embarrassed?
"Oh, I'm sorry," You apologize, keeping in mind not to stare next time. What you got from it is that: men apparently do not like it when you stare at their penis. Noted. "Uhm… I was just taken aback."
"It looks a bit weird."
You panic when you see an offended expression flash on Jungkook's face, quickly scrambling for words to revive yourself.
"No! I didn't mean that in a bad way!"
Jungkook scoffed. "Then what did you mean by that?"
"Uh – I just meant, uhm, it's my first time seeing a penis in real life, okay? Of course I'm gonna get a little weirded out? I'm not talking bad about your penis." You say as you realized he must've thought that you were trying to insult him – which was not any of your intention. All of this is just genuinely new to you so he's getting your live and raw reaction.
"Stop calling it a penis," Jungkook groans.
You raised a brow. "What should I call it, then? Jabba the Hutt?"
A comical gasp leaves his mouth. "You're starting to seriously offend me."
You jut your bottom lip out.
"I'm sorry–"
"Stop apologizing," Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Can we just start getting onto this thing?"
At the mention, you kneeled upright once again and planted your palms on his thighs. You've always noticed but now you really appreciate how they are so huge and muscular.
You take a deep breath. Ducking down further to Jungkook's crotch, you try to remember the Reddit post you've read fifteen minutes before you came over to his apartment. It was a quick read that you decided to do at the last minute because you thought that even though Jungkook agreed to teach you, you still need to do your part.
Tease him. That is apparently the first thing you need to do. The post told you to caress his thighs and – wait, what was it again? Your mind goes through a lot of things said in the mentioned Reddit post, jumping from one point to another, and you end up with a huge metaphorical block in your head. The words get blurred and your thoughts get tangled, and suddenly, you feel nervous as you stare at Jungkook's dick.
You hear him clear his throat, causing a pang of panic in you.
So you think, fuck it. You're here to learn, right? Surely, Jungkook wouldn't judge you if you're shit at this. Besides, no one's great at their first times, right?
You throw the lingering anxiety away and inhale subtly to gain some sort of courage.
Leaning down, you press your palms on his wide thighs once again, starting to kiss up the skin of the inner parts of one of them. It prompts Jungkook to jolt slightly, but it was barely noticeable, and you take it as a normal reaction, so you continue.
"T-that's really good."
"What is?" You ask meekly, eyelashes fluttering as you stare up at him to anticipate his answer. You always liked getting praises. Also, you need to take notes – at least only in your head. You're sure you'll remember them.
You find it weird when he avoids your gaze, but you shrug it off, listening when he says, "That's good you're doing that, kissing my thighs I mean." He clears his throat. "It's a good start. Gets your partner worked up."
Mentally writing that down in your head, you nod. You look at his crotch again, where his cock is still red and standing tall. Slowly, you wrap your fingers around the length of it, earning a sharp hiss from the man above you.
"Are you getting worked up?" You try to say, even though you're a little disturbed at how… firm his penis is in your head. You guess it makes sense, it looks hard so of course it feels hard. Above that, though, it feels warm, a contrast to your usually cold hands. You hope that wasn't the reason why Jungkook just let out that sound.
"I–yeah," He grunts. "You should… if you feel comfortable you should try to move your hand."
You hum. You adjust your fingers around the shaft of his cock. They don't exactly fit his circumference but you think you can manage, so you begin to slowly work your wrist up and down.
"Is this okay?" You whisper, looking up at him for an answer, only to meet his hooded gaze.
"F-fuck, yeah," He inhales a sharp breath. "S-some… it depends on the situation, but you can go faster than that."
You try to do it, and as Jungkook groans above you, you see the tip of his cock starting to ooze with something wet. You don't know what it is, but you think it's a good sign, especially when Jungkook seems to enjoy this whole thing.
As seconds pass by, you try to find a rhythm that makes him let out these certain sounds – sounds that weirdly make you hot, too. And as you do so, you find that he's only getting harder in your hold. You're curious as to why that is, but you don't want to ask him, afraid you'd ruin the moment, so you keep in mind to Google about it later when you get to your place.
"Shit. You're doing so well," Jungkook hisses as you press your thumb to the tip of his cock. You think you read that from the Reddit post. "And this is really embarrassing but I might not last if you keep doing that."
"What do you mean?"
"It means I'm going to cum anytime soon."
"Oh," you nod in understanding. "But, uh, I haven't even put it in my mouth yet?"
A chuckle leaves his mouth, you get a bit scared at how attractive that sounded to you.
"Yeah, but what you're doing right now, it's called a handjob–"
"'Cause I'm using my hand?" You butt in, feeling enlightened.
Jungkook lets out an amused scoff. "Basically. So men get off by just this if they're really aroused."
"So you're really aroused right now?"
He stares at you for a moment, scoffs and then shakes his head, but there's a small smile on his face as he says, "Yes."
"So–" you cut yourself off, not knowing how to transition to the thing you're planning to do. You think it would be quite silly to ask, but then you remember that you're literally here to learn. Jungkook told you he's willing to do it. "Do I just? Put it in?" You ask, clueless and meek, referring to Jungkook's dick in your hand.
He nods, face flushed. "Yes. Sure."
You just nod as you stroke his cock again, which had gotten wet overtime, but not wet enough in your own opinion. As you look at it again, you get a little apprehensive, wondering how it could fit in your mouth. You don't think your mouth is that flexible.
Jungkook must've noticed the way you're hesitating as he says, "We can do this next time. Or not. Just do it if you're really comfortable."
So you look up at him to give him an assuring grin. "It's fine. Just don't judge me if I do a really bad job at this, okay? It's my first time." You say, with a hint of playful tone in your words, but deep, deep down, you're a nervous wreck.
Jungkook chuckles in response, and in your utter (silent) surprise, he catches the stray of hair framing your face and tucks them behind your ear. Leaning down so his face levels with you, he whispers, "I'm gonna talk you through it, yeah?"
And talk you through it is exactly what Jungkook does.
"Yeah, fuck – keep going–" Jungkook groans above you, his fingers gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He asked you awhile ago if it's fine for him to do that in which you answered him that you don't mind. You think you like the way your scalp gets pulled when he grabs on a little harder than necessary. It's oddly… satisfying?
But you really couldn't fit him in your mouth, though. Not the entirety of him, you mean. You only got half of it in, and the whole time you can't stop thinking about gagging or worse, throwing up. But you shake them off, trying to focus on bobbing your head up and down around his cock.
"Right there… just like that. F-fuck, that feels amazing," Jungkook moans, feeling his fingers tighten their hold around your hair. Encouraged by his constant praise and comments, you try to keep your jaw hanging as much as possible, your hand stroking the parts of his cock your mouth is not occupying. It's a hard task, you concluded. When you lean down again to take him, Jungkook draws in a breath. "You're doing well, baby, but try to be cautious with your teeth, hm?"
You would be offended had he not said that in the most gentle voice ever, and had you not known his words don't hold any malice. And most especially if he had not used that pet name with such a sweet tone. And anyway, you've never been more conscious about your teeth, anyway. You were actually wondering if you can use your them in this situation – turns out, not. So that's another lesson you're taking note of.
You continue for a few minutes, jacking him off, experimenting on licking some parts of his cock, like the protruding vein that ran along the base of his dick and the head that had just gotten redder throughout the time. Jungkook seems to love what you're doing, considering his constant moans that you take as approval of some sort.
At some point, Jungkook suddenly calls your name in a breathy tone.
"Shit I'm going to cum,"
He did say earlier that he was gonna warn you. But really, what were you supposed to do when men say that? Having no idea, you continue your ministrations until Jungkook calls you again.
You feel a zap of electricity run through your spine. Again with that pet name.
It's not that this is his first time calling you that. He actually lets the nickname slip sometimes – when he's teasing you for being spoiled, scolding you for being childish (like when you're purposefully defying your dad), or just at extremely random times like when he calls you to ask something, meaning he does it so without any thought. And given the context now, he's probably just saying it out of habit. Like maybe he calls his partners that when they're doing something like this.
Now, you're not the one to be affected by anything instantly. You're rather a pretty tame person, not a lot of things surprise you or make you flustered – but whenever Jungkook calls you that, it just feels so… weird. But definitely not in a bad way kind of weird.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't –"
You cut him off before he can finish. "Then you can cum in my mouth."
A shock expression paints his face. Wait – are you not supposed to say that to your partner?
"Y-you sure?" Jungkook asks once again.
You're relieve you didn't seem to say something wrong. Giving him a big nod, you pair it with a smile as you say, "Positive."
Besides, you want to know what cum tastes like. You already know what dicks are like, anyway, you think this is a perfect opportunity to add to your ever-growing knowledge.
The way he squirms is a tell-tale sign of his orgasm, and when he cums, it's with a pained – or pleasured – groan, paired with a husky, broken call of your name and a harsher tug on your hair that you liked. And in a few quick seconds, you manage to swallow the cum he shot in your mouth.
It doesn't really taste anything. It is salty, like others say, but not that salty. It wasn't bad, but doesn't exactly have a pleasant taste either. Just in between, you would say.
"You alright?" Jungkook asks as you let his cock free from your mouth and your hand, seeing it now limp and soft, a contrast to the rock hard image you've held a while ago.
You nod at his question, starting to stand up from the pillow below your knees and dusting them clean. Jungkook starts fixing his pants as well.
"Yep." There's discomfort in between your legs, so you rush to sit on Jungkook's bed, plopped down beside him. "So, how will you rate my performance?"
The huge grin on your face makes Jungkook scoff in amusement. It's like you didn't just suck his cock a minute ago.
"Ten ten. A plus, if you will."
There's a pout on your face when you look at him. "You're just being nice! Come on!"
Your insistence makes Jungkook laugh.
"I'm serious – listen, it wasn't perfect, sure, but it was a great experience for me." Jungkook laughs even harder when you just frown more at his words. But beneath that, you find it in your heart to leap happily inside your chest. He's saying you did well, right?
"Alright, I'm trusting your word." you playfully glare at him, pointing at his hard chest.
He chuckles even more. "Yes, silly." he boops your nose and you grow annoyed again. He always does that.
You roll your eyes when his laughter doesn't stop.
Standing up, you fix your pajama shorts. "Okay, I'm going," you tell him, turning to where his mirror is located at the corner as you check yourself out.
"Huh? It's in the middle of the night," he glances at the wall clock. "You can just stay over."
Yeah, sure you can. But the discomfort in between your legs is starting to gnaw at you. You want to change into some fresh pair of underwear, and you doubt Jungkook has some just hidden inside one of his drawers. If so, that would be odd but even then, you think it'd be somehow embarrassing to ask him to let you in the bathroom.
And besides, "I literally just live across from you."
"Fair point. But be careful on your way home."
You only hum but before you leave, you turn to Jungkook one last time, whose eyes are trained on you.
"Thanks by the way."
While you get to your apartment, you're unaware that Jungkook had just let himself fall dramatically on his bed, hands roughly brushing his face, as his mind replays the picture of you kneeling before him with his cock in your mouth.
He curses again and groans for the nth time since you left.
"She's going to kill me."
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jungkxook · 6 months ago
—suck it up! (m)
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⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader
⟶ genre: vampire!jungkook / college au / friends-to-lovers + fluff / smut
⟶ words: 9,784
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ summary: being jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.
⟶ warnings: pretty much a crack fic!!!, dumbass new world vampire jungkook who is completely incompetent as a vampire, general dumbass-to-lovers shenanigans, twilight references, sweet love making, dry humping, jungkook comes in his pants, riding, marking, biting, a brief mention of blood (so blood play?), breast play, fondling, possession kink??, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, clit play, fingering, missionary, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie
⟶ note: happy halloween!!!👻 to celebrate, here is my fic for the nightmare on tumblr.com collab with the lovelies @underthejoon @bratkook @junghelioseok​ @hobidreams @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster !!! pls keep an eye out for their fics when they drop bc it’s going to be fangtastic! this fic was inspired by an old tumblr post i’ve seen but i’ve since lost the link to it! also dedicating this fic to the loml @rockwithwoo​ !! <3
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Jungkook’s been acting strange lately.
Then again, Jungkook’s always been strange ━ like the text-you-at-all-hours-of-the day strange, drop by your house unannounced when it’s two in the morning and he’s craving burgers from the diner down the street strange; or send you one of his many unsolicited memes (yes, like quoting dead Vines and dumb Tiktoks and forwarding you horrendous selfies you’ve sent him and snapshots he’s taken of you when you’re least expecting it) from his repertoire at any given moment strange (because he seems to have a meme for every occasion. No, seriously. Like, every occasion).
Or practically begging you to tie his hair back in a bun and put a face mask on him too (strawberry-scented, of course, because when you found out he loves the smell, that’s all you started buying) when he joins you for a much needed pampering night; or trying to open a stubborn jar of salsa for you by banging the sealed lid of it on the floor as if that’s going to do anything; or, like that one time, he couldn’t stop calling you “sus” any time you did something to vaguely annoy him (like telling him you’re going back to sleep on those occasions he shows up at your door at 2 a.m.) because his world was still stuck in the gaming universe of Among Us which he won’t stop playing. 
It’s the kind of strange that you’re well accustomed to by now because even you act that way around Jungkook often, caving in at 2 a.m. and letting him drag you out for food, purposely beating him in his video games to see him throw a tantrum whenever you win and then proceeding to call him a “bitchface” when he complains, or throwing off your bra from under your shirt when you’re curled up on the couch with him for movie night and announcing proudly that you’re apart of the “free the tiddies committee!” whenever he looks at you in sheer utter horror, fearing something fatal like a nip slip to taint his supposedly oh-so-innocent eyes (even though you’ve already seen him butt ass naked because, when Jungkook’s super drunk and around a body of water, he likes to get nude).
The kind of strange that, really, isn’t all that strange to you as his best friend but certainly a little odd in behaviour to an objective outsider’s point of view even though they’re probably just as messed up around their closest friends. The kind of strange that just comes with having known each other for a handful of years now, learning every nuanced quirk about one another like the back of your hand. 
But the kind of strange Jungkook has randomly been possessed by lately is much harder to wrap your mind around. Because he still acts like regular insane Jungkook but you can tell there’s something missing, like a piece of the puzzle that makes him, now just a fragmented version of who he once was. It’s not as if he’s sick (aside from a week or so ago when he came down with a sudden flu that left him bedridden for a few days), and it’s not as if he’s stressed from school because he’s always been the type to ride the wave of life without much cares. He’s just been far more distracted lately than usual, and not because his stupidly beautiful mind is too busy thinking up whatever his next big project is. 
It starts one Friday night, when you had asked him to come over to yours for a marathon viewing party of every horror movie you can think of to get into the “Halloween spirit,” as you had so eagerly proposed. When you answer the door to his incessant knocking, he’s greeted to the sight of you wearing one of his old hoodies that is much too large for you and, he hopes, some sort of shorts beneath it as the hoodie ends around mid-thigh on you, but his eyes are too busy sweeping across the smooth expanse of your exposed legs to really pay much attention. 
“Finally!” You huff aloud. “Took you long enough.”
“Had to secure the goods,” he says. Whereas you’re expecting him to brandish the takeout boxes of Chinese food you had asked him to pick up on the way, he instead gestures smugly to his own face and wriggles his brows. “As I’m sure you can tell.”
You roll your eyes, snatching the bag from him before he can protest. “You look like Shrek’s left ball sack but, yeah, sure. The goods.”
“Ouch, spicy!” Jungkook quips, quivering with laughter. “Someone’s hangry, huh? It’s a good thing I didn’t come a minute later or else you probably would have ripped my head off. Oh, and I made sure to get you extra orange chicken this time because you almost had a mental breakdown last time when they forgot to give you it.”
“I was on my period!” You pout. “It wasn’t my fault!”
You turn on your heel to walk away, assuming the boy will follow you into your apartment as normal. Before you can even move an inch, Jungkook stops you.
“Uhh…?” he trails off expectantly. He’s still waiting on the other side of the threshold of the door.
You pause in your tracks and quirk an inquisitive brow, shooting him a bewildered look. “What?”
“You gonna invite me in or what?” Jungkook asks.
It’s an understatement to say the question puzzles you. Instead, Jungkook watches as your face contorts into a baffled expression before bursting out into laughter hinging on blatant confusion. “Are you joking?” 
“No, why would I be joking?” Jungkook retorts, clearly just as perplexed as you. As if he isn’t your best friend, and as if he hasn’t made himself at home numerous times before. “Umm, it’s called being polite, dude. It’s your home.”
“And, by proxy, yours too,” You point out. “That didn’t stop you from coming here after class last week because you weren’t feeling well ━ without telling me, I may add ━ and nearly giving me a heart attack when I came home three hours later and thought you were an intruder.”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you trying to cave my head in with an umbrella stand,” Jungkook snorts. 
Still, you’re left staring at him as if anticipating him to break out into a shit-eating grin and say he’s just pulling your leg. When he gives you an exaggerated look as if to probe you to answer him faster you simply just shake your head and decide to ignore it for the night.
“Well… Come in!” You sigh at long last. 
“Thank you!” Jungkook sighs as well, like the whole situation exhausted him. He takes a step over the threshold and into your home, though he nearly stumbles when you grab his arm to tug him in quicker. 
“I’m hungry,” You say in defence, “and I’m gonna need your shoulder to hide behind during jumpscares.” 
“Say no more,” Jungkook beams, and the rest of the night unfolds in the most ordinary way possible that leaves you wondering why you were even beginning to worry about Jungkook in the first place.
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As the days go on, you start to realize that maybe you were wrong. Things have only gotten stranger, and so has Jungkook.
You only notice this when Jungkook stands you up for one of your usual routine lunch dates before your next shared class on one Friday afternoon. It isn’t uncommon to see the boy rushing to whichever restaurant or café you’ve decided to meet up at a few minutes late, and so you don’t necessarily find it too strange when he doesn’t arrive ten minutes past your meeting time. Twenty minutes starts to thin your patience. Thirty minutes makes you concerned. To make matters worse, he doesn’t answer your numerous phone calls or texts and, growing tired of looking like an idiot waiting at a table for two alone, you decide to leave forty-five minutes later only to try Jungkook’s apartment first in the hopes of finding him.
You’re more than relieved to see him when he answers the door to your knocking, though you suspect Jungkook doesn’t even register the fact that he’s missed your lunch date judging by the way he answers his door. He’s a whole mess, dark hair sticking up in every which way, gaunt skin unusually pale making him look like death. He’s startled to see you standing at his doorstep, brows knitting together and, past that, he winces at the artificial dim lighting of the building’s corridor as if it burns with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
“Hey.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “What are you doing here?”
“Um…” You trail off warily. “I thought we meet for lunch every Friday? And we have class soon.”
“Isn’t it, like, midnight?”
“It’s almost one.”
At this, Jungkook gawks at you in disbelief so you resort to showing him your phone and the time displayed. It doesn’t help with his gawking (or the wincing ━ you swear you almost hear him hiss at the abrupt bright light like he’s a vampire or something). “Shit, is it? I didn’t even realize.”
“Clearly,” You scoff. You lean in a bit closer to him, squinting eyes observing him intently. “Did you even sleep? You look like you just crawled out of the sewer drain.”
“Oh, nah,” Jungkook says casually, waving a hand airly as if to dismiss the issue. “I started binge watching this new show on Netflix and I guess I lost track of time.”
Now, it’s your turn to gawk at him. “A whole twelve hours?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook laughs, as if this is just a common mistake everyone makes. “Shit, I’m sorry. I missed lunch?”
“Yeah, I was sitting there by myself for almost an hour,” You tell him, which makes him flinch again. “Wasn’t it your idea to try that new ramen place anyway? The waiter probably thought I looked like a dumb ass. He felt so bad for me, he didn’t even make me pay for the drink I ordered.”
“Nah. Nope, that’s definitely because you’re hot and he wanted to shoot his shot,” Jungkook corrects. You roll your eyes at him as he pries open his door to let you in. “Come inside. I’m just gonna hop in the shower real quick and we can go to class together.”
“Huh━ Wait a minute,” You stammer, flustered. It’s easy to forget about his weirdness as of late, and definitely when you realize that aside from a few odd quirks, he’s still just your Jungkook. As he ushers you inside, you stop just in front of him. Leaning on the tip of your toes, you reach out to smooth out a stray lock of his hair flopped on the other side of his parting. It’s an all too gentle of a caress, and though Jungkook’s used to your tender ways, sometimes it makes him want to scream in a good way. Like right now. “Don’t you feel like death? You should rest, Koo; I can go and give you the notes after.”
Jungkook hates how his heart flutters at the mention of your cute little nickname for him. He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
He seems fine, which is even more worrying. Your nose wrinkles as you wonder how many energy drinks he’s downed in the last twelve hours to have the stamina of a god, and you hope he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest because of it. 
“And I’ll make it up to you for not showing up to lunch today,” Jungkook says brightly. He feels a brief moment of bravery ━ or maybe he’s lost all sense because he is delirious at this point ━ and snags it before it can leave him. “Let me make you dinner tomorrow night.”
A taunting smirk dances at your lips. “Do you even know how to boil water?”
“For you, I do.” 
“Cute. It’s a date. Uh, I mean, not a date-date but… You know what I mean.”
Jungkook brandishes a big, charming grin, mirroring yours which seems to stretch wider in the passing seconds. Not a date, but maybe something like it. He hopes. Instead of replying, he pokes his fingers into your ticklish sides, causing you to squirm against him. He slips from your grasp before you can retaliate, heading towards his bathroom with one final, “I’ll be ten minutes, max!”
“By the way━” Before he can leave you entirely to make yourself at home on his couch, he hears you call out jokingly, “You think I’m hot?”
Your question makes him choke but you hardly give him a chance to respond, instead cackling maniacally with laughter and leaving him dumbfounded.
Which is probably for the best. Because, despite maybe feeling and looking like shit, the one functioning brain cell in his head definitely does think you’re hot ━ but that’s a different kind of strange Jungkook isn’t prepared to discuss with you just yet.
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Jungkook’s never one to break his promise, especially when it comes to you.
Which is why you find it both a little bit unusual and entirely heartbreaking when he doesn’t show up for your not-really-a-date date. Stranger still is the fact that he had been texting you up until you had arrived at his apartment, which only then were you greeted with radio silence. You try to make excuses for him. If he was sick, that’s even worse, because then you really can’t do anything to help him. If he’s napping, then you’re certain your knocking and texts would have woken him. Not a single call or text to explain himself, nor was he even home (at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself, because the thought of him being stowed away within his apartment while you stand on the other side of the door awaiting him, crushes your heart just a little more). Your final conclusion is that he must not be home, ditching you last minute. And while last minute plans were bound to arise, his silence was enough to irk you. 
You leave him three different voicemails, the last one ending on a rather angry, “Jungkook, where the fuck are you?” before you realize there’s no use in saving the night.
At the very least he gets back to you on Sunday evening, texting you just once to say pitifully, “sorry about last night, something came up. Can we talk?” but you choose not to reply.
Until you’re forced to face him that Monday afternoon. Admittedly, you were only looking for Taehyung to discuss an upcoming assignment you had both been paired up for one class when you remember tragically that he’s also best friends with Jungkook. So, stumbling upon the two boys seated at one of the many small round tables outside the campus café when you had only been expecting to see Taehyung is not at all what you were prepared for. Jungkook looks paler than he should be, and even more dishevelled than before when you saw him at his apartment. He’s in the midst of a serious conversation with Taehyung, nursing a cup of black coffee. 
“Yeah, I dunno,” he can be heard saying. “On Wednesday I was out all day and I got this wicked sunburn.”
“Dude, it’s late October,” Taehyung deadpans. “It’s cold. Today’s, like, the one kind of good day we’ve had. How are you getting a sunburn?”
“I have sensitive skin━ Hey, wait! Y/N!”
You groan inwardly when you hear Jungkook call out your name. You’ve only just rounded on your heel to promptly march away when he spots you, giving you less than a minute to brace yourself before he hurriedly excuses himself from Taehyung and sprints after you.
“Where are you going?” he beckons, oblivious. “I haven’t seen you all weekend. Wait, can you just slow down━”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Jungkook, I’m not in the mood to talk,” You grumble. “Since you completely bailed on me again. It was your idea to have me over.”
Jungkook almost physically recoils from you at the disappointment lacing within your words. “Look, I know it was a dick move, but I had a good reason.”
“Then let me hear it.”
He lets out an exasperated groan, hurrying to step in front of you. He stops you in your tracks at once, and it’s only then that he notices how much space you’ve both put between yourselves and Taehyung, who still seems very much confused. Now, Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. He seems fidgety, perhaps a little embarrassed, as he glances over his shoulder and then back down at you.
“Can I tell you something?” he asks. “And don’t laugh. Or do. I don’t know.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I was cooking with garlic the night you were supposed to come over ━ I was gonna make us ramen, like really good, home-made ramen, with lots of cheese, just how you like it━” He rambles onward endearingly, “And I got this weird rash so I looked it up on Google and all I’m getting is that either I’m allergic to garlic, which I’d rather die than be, or all this vampire bullshit so in conclusion I think I’m a fucking vampire.”
He can’t believe he just told you that. The silence that follows is enough to make him want to crawl into a hole and never see the light of day again. But he looks concerned enough, bordering on near mania, and so maybe you should be a little concerned too. Only you know how Jungkook can be, and sometimes his wild imagination likes to get the best of him. Except, the last time Jungkook insisted he had superpowers, he was drunk and fresh out of high school.
Realizing Jungkook is awaiting a response, you can only blink, at a loss for words. “Uh…”
Jungkook grimaces. He can sense he’s losing you, but he quite literally needs you the most now more than ever. “I know it sounds crazy, but everything’s just been feeling so off lately and━”
“Did Taehyung put you up to this?” You demand. “You’re joking, right? A vampire? And a rash, really? That’s low, Jungkook. I’m used to being blown off by greasy men who only think with their dicks, but I expected more from you. You were talking to me all the way up until I showed up at your door. If you didn’t want to hang out, you could have just told me. I wouldn’t have minded.”
“No, that’s not it at all. I promise━”
“Whatever,” You huff angrily. “I’m going home.”
You push past him to march off, and Jungkook decides it’s better to let you cool off than to hold you back. Still, he panics. “Wh-What about Taehyung?”
He asks it as if you really care, as if you’ll stay just for the boy who has already been left behind. Jungkook’s just grasping at straws though, desperately trying to make sure you’re not actually mad at him, though he fears it’s far too late for that. 
You’ll come around eventually, he tells himself. Hopefully.
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Jungkook hasn’t been sleeping much, which is so unlike him.
But time seems to start to blend together, melding morning with night. That, and he can’t shake the multiple anxieties that still riddle his body like how 1) he thinks he’s a fucking vampire, and 2) you’re probably never going to talk to him again. Which is why he’s more than pleased when he opens his apartment door the day after your argument with him to find you standing at the threshold. For a moment, Jungkook thinks that maybe he has fallen asleep finally, and is lucid dreaming a fantasy of you. Then, he actually realizes you’re there. The pissed off scowl directed towards him etched deep into your face is hard to mistake as anything other than reality. It surely hits him hard enough, nearly sucking the breath out of him to see you there.
“Can I come in?” You ask.
Jungkook nearly shoves the door aside. “You’re not mad at me?”
As you waltz past him, Jungkook stumbles to follow after you as you lead him into the kitchen. 
“I think you’re an idiot,” You retort, matter-of-fact. “But you’re my idiot, so I could never be mad at you. I was just━” You let out a sheepish sigh, and Jungkook’s glad you’re too occupied to notice him get flustered when dub him your idiot. “I was just angry you blew me off. I’m sorry I overreacted, Jungkook. But can you blame me? I had no idea what happened to you. What if you were dead?”
“No way,” Jungkook says softly. “You’d know if I was dead because I’d come back as a ghost to haunt your ass for all my hoodies and food you steal.”
“Not funny,” You grumble begrudgingly. 
“Kind of is,” he quips. Then, a little more tenderly, he adds, “I’m sorry too.”
You bite at your lower lip, gazing up at him. You hum in response, and whereas he thinks you’ll reply to him, you instead snicker teasingly abruptly. “You know what’s actually funny though? You thinking you’re a vampire.”
Jungkook sinks miserably into a chair at his kitchen table. He digs the heel of his palms viciously in his eyes and groans tiredly. “Don’t remind me. You think I’m insane, don’t you?”
“The opposite, actually. For now, anyway,” You admit. “In fact, I’ve decided to humour you. So, I took it upon myself to do some light research━”
It’s only as you say this that Jungkook finally registers you’re cradling a heavy looking book in your arms, but that’s only because you slam it down onto the kitchen table in front of him. Then, Jungkook is finally able to process what book it is, his gaze sweeping across the cover. 
He gasps as if he’s never seen anything more horrifying. “You read Twilight?”
“Don’t sound so hostile,” You protest stiffly. “You’re basically Edward Cullen. Kinda weird, impossibly fast, freakishly strong━ Well, I mean, you’ve always been like that, so, in a hypothetical situation where you are, y’know, a vampire, I don’t think you’ve changed much. But that being said, you have been exhibiting some weird vampire-like behaviours.” 
“I sparkle in the sun?”
“Real vampires,” You tell him this pointedly, as if you personally know an undead cryptid yourself. “That one night you came over to binge movies, you didn’t come into my place until I invited you in. Vampires can’t enter a home without an invitation.”
Jungkook snorts. “That’s a stretch. So I’m a vampire because I’m being polite?”
But you continue on as if he never even said anything. “You’re losing track of time, and vampires don’t sleep. You thought it was still midnight when it was one p.m.”
“Easy to do. I was bingeing Squid Game.”
“You think you’re suddenly allergic to garlic, and I overheard you telling Tae you got a sunburn even though it’s been forecast lately.”
Jungkook pauses, mulling over these facts. Sure it’s insane, but so is him thinking he’s a supernatural mythical creature of the night. But what if he truly is one? 
“How’s your appetite been?” You interrogate now.
“The same, I don’t know,” Jungkook shrugs. “Food hasn’t really been hitting the same. I think I’m still recovering from that cold, honestly. But lately I feel like I’m craving something…”
“Like what?”
Jungkook blinks. “Dunno. Taco Bell? Haven’t had it in a while.”
Your eyes flicker over him as if you’re reading him, brain calculating every nuance and quirk of his to decipher what’s wrong with him, if anything ━ and maybe you are. Who’s Jungkook to say otherwise?
“Jungkook,” You giggle at long last. “I’m just pulling your leg. I don’t actually think you’re a vampire, and I don’t think you genuinely think you are either.”
“I think you’re tired,” You say, matter-of-fact. “You’re still recovering from that cold, and you’ve been so busy with schoolwork that I think you’re just over-exerting yourself.”
And when you say it like that, Jungkook has no reason not to believe you. In fact, the longer he listens to you, the longer he basks in your calming presence, the quicker he is to deduce all at once that maybe he is getting ahead of himself. There’s no such thing as vampires, after all.
So, he glances up at you, quirking a brow. “Then what’s my remedy, since you seem so sure of it?”
You purse your lips in a pensive pondering. Then, you lean forward, grabbing at his hands to lift him to his feet in a flourish and he follows suit, ignoring the way his stomach feels light and airy at the touch of your soft hands. “Rest, and lots of it. Specifically with your best friend.”
Jungkook watches you in awe, a small flustered grin on his face. “Is that so? I like the sound of that. Think I have a few things to make up for anyway, if you’ll accept my apology.” 
He wonders why he was even worried in the first place. As he pulls you over to his couch for a night of binge-watching and solely platonic cuddling (he swears), your grip tightens on his hand and you pull him back to you.
“Wait,” You stop him, a mischievous look shimmering in your eyes. You’re so close to him now, he feels light-headed. “On one condition.”
“You come with me to Jimin’s Halloween party,” You propose. When you see him start to roll his eyes, you can’t help but giggle. “C’mon! It’ll be fun. I even found the perfect costume for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” He decides to entertain the thought. “What is it?”
“A vampire, duh.”
Maybe he should have seen it coming. Maybe not. But, as Jungkook has learned over the years, some things when it comes to you are just always unexpected. 
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Jimin’s Halloween party falls on a full moon which, really, should have been a bad omen for Jungkook.
But Jungkook’s more concerned with the fact that Jimin’s party couldn’t have come at a much better time. Despite the sweaty jostling bodies ━ consisting mainly of frat boys who somehow managed to snag an invitation ━ adorned in half-assed costumes, wasted and faded, it comes as a saving grace as a way to let him forget all about the chaos of his life the past few days. Then there’s you, of course, and when he’s with you, everything seems to be better. So, bad omens are certainly not something Jungkook tends to look out for, specifically following his descent into supposed vampire madness.
“That’s your costume?”
Jungkook asks you this in a dazed gawk the night of. He’s only just arrived at your apartment and has caught sight of you in the tight silk slip dress that clings to your every curve, black lace thigh-highs, and red-soled heels. A sheer black mini-cape falls over your shoulders and your lips are painted a dark rouge. There’s a dribble of fake blood falling from one corner of your mouth, and on the left side of your neck are drawn on bite marks. It makes his own “costume” ━ black trousers, a linen Victorian-era styled shirt with the top few buttons left undone, and his wavy hair left in messy and voluminous tufts ━ look lacklustre. Elsewhere, you can’t help but think about how truly and devilishly handsome he looks. 
“Why? Is it not good enough?” You ask, obliviously. 
Jungkook wonders if you do it on purpose. He’s never seen anything sexier, and he hates not being able to be the one who gets to enjoy you. “N-No. You look fucking hot.”
You roll your eyes, scoffing at him as if you think he’s joking with you. “Ha ha. Very funny, Koo.”
“No, seriously. It really makes my costume pale in comparison,” Jungkook says. “I didn’t even try. Sorry.”
But what Jungkook considers to be the bare minimum is somehow devastatingly attractive to you, though that seems to be just one of Jungkook’s many charms. The most striking part of the costume at least are his crimson red eyes, which you take it upon yourself to point out.
“You look good,” You tell him confidently. “Cool contacts, by the way.”
“I’m not wearing contacts.”
“Oh.” You trail off. “I get it. That’s a joke.”
Jungkook looks puzzled. He opens his mouth to ask, “What are you talking ab━” but you grab his hand in a hurry, springing out the door and past him as you exclaim, “No time to talk. We’re already late!” 
And Jungkook would have been concerned with your hastiness, had it not been you; instead, all he can do is stumble after you and your whimsical ways, completely bewitched by you.
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Jungkook’s fucked. Like, royally fucked and it’s all because of you. 
You spend the majority of the party next to him, whereas typically both you and him splinter off for a bit to chat with other friends before reconvening. Instead, you’ve dragged Jungkook along with you to dance, and then the other half of the party is spent giggling to each other in a corner of the room, and by the end of it Jungkook thinks the room has started to spin. You tend to leave that effect on him a lot. Eventually, he does wander off to grab a drink but is distracted by a sudden conversation with Jimin. He’s gone for the better part of an hour before he comes stumbling back to you when you realize something’s wrong.
“Hey there, champ. You doing ok?” You ask.
He grins upon seeing you, however sluggish and crooked it may be. His hand falls to the small of your back. “I feel fine. More than, actually. In fact, I need to tell you something. Like, seriously.”
“Let me guess. You’re a vampire?”
“No,” Jungkook snickers. “Come with me.”
So you do, following after him as he leads you through a weaving path around the jostling bodies and outside of Jimin’s house into the backyard where it’s much quieter. At long last, it’s just you and him and Jungkook hasn’t been more nervous before. Now or never, he tells himself.
“What’s up, Koo?” You ask him gently. You reach out to straighten the mess that is his hair, and he leans into the palm of your hand. “You’re acting stranger than usual. Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look so good.”
But Jungkook’s mind is so clearly elsewhere. He feels as if he’s drunker than drunk, seeing the world in a haze that won’t go away no matter how many times he tries to blink it away. He gazes at you now with his big doe-like eyes. “I like when you do that.”
“When I do what?”
“Touch my hair,” he hums. “Or when you look at me like I’m the most important thing to you. Like you maybe even…” He shakes his head as he trails off, though it’s mostly a weak attempt to recollect himself. Everything’s starting to look a little fuzzy. “What I’m trying to say ━ what I’ve been wanting to say for so long ━ is that I’m kind of in love with you.”
There it is. Jungkook feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and all he can do is stare at you fondly. Or try to, anyway. 
You blink. “How much have you been drinking?”
That’s definitely not the response Jungkook had been expecting. He sways dangerously close to you, shaking his head wildly. “I haven’t. I only had one drink.”
“You’re drunk.”
“No, no, I promise,” he whines. “I’m so in love with you, I━ Is everything spinning? Hold on, I think I need to sit down━”
But Jungkook does not sit down. Rather, he nearly faceplants the hard ground had it not been for you swooping forward at the last second to catch his heavy weight in your arms. 
Then, he passes out.
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So, as it turns out, Jungkook is a vampire.
That seems to be less shocking to Jungkook, however, than the earth-shattering revelation that Taehyung is also a vampire and you knew. But that’s a fact that Jungkook has made certain to mention to both Taehyung and you often the entirety of his morning the day after the Halloween party. 
“Dude, what the actual fuck?”
Taehyung sighs wearily. He’s seated across from Jungkook on an armchair in his living room, nursing a cup of coffee that Jungkook is positive does nothing for him and his weird vampire body aside from the fact that Taehyung has claimed he just likes the taste of it. Meanwhile, you’ve only just shown up to his apartment, still dressed in your cheesy vampire costume, minus the cape. After Jungkook had fainted the night before, you had desperately reached out to the only person you knew could help, resulting in Taehyung dragging Jungkook back to his apartment. Now that he’s awake and alert, Taehyung has spent the better part of the morning explaining everything to Jungkook, and the younger boy can still only properly register one thing. 
“I can’t believe you never told me you’re a vampire,” Jungkook admonishes Taehyung. Then, he twists in his seat on the couch to gawk up at you. “And you knew Taehyung was a vampire all this time and you never told me? What the fuck?”
“It’s not something you just casually bring up in conversation,” You protest, “especially to someone who wasn’t a vampire up until a month ago!”
Jungkook falls short, if only because he knows you’re right. “Touché.”
“So, how did this happen?” You ask. “Like where have you gone in the past few weeks that’s out of the ordinary, or have you met someone new?”
“Not really,” Jungkook says. Then, he chuckles mostly to himself. “Except… Well, there was this email that I got ━ I thought it was just spam, to be honest, but it sounded kind of cool so I clicked on it. Something about a ‘vampires only party.’ I was like, what kind of weird Halloween themed rave is that? And who the fuck invites people over email to parties? Boomers? Anyway, it had a location and time and everything. So, I went.”
Taehyung grimaces. “You went to some random party alone?”
“Yoongi went with me,” Jungkook informs. “Kinda lost sight of him halfway through the night, and then I blacked out. I’ve never had so many drinks in my life. The next thing I remember, I was in my bed at home and I got that weird cold.”
Taehyung looks mortified. He facepalms himself, groaning into his hand. “Ugh, Yoongi that cryptid bastard. Why would he bring you to one of those parties?”
Jungkook nearly chokes on nothing but his own saliva as he registers this. “Hold on, Yoongi’s a vampire too?”
“I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” You deplore sorrowfully, and sheepishly. At least your sudden wave of regret is a blessing to Taehyung, who doesn’t think he has it in himself to explain to Jungkook that Yoongi is, in fact, another vampire. “I should have brought you to Tae sooner, but how was I supposed to know you were being serious? That one time when you were drunk and we were up at the lake, you were pretty convinced for a good second there that you had telekinetic powers.”
“That’s totally different, because this time I was actually starving,” Jungkook retaliates, then pauses. He casts one glance over at Taehyung. “That is why you said I fainted, right? I was hungry?”
But Taehyung isn’t paying attention. Instead, he clears his throat, pushing himself to stand to his feet. “Right, well, I think I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ve done all I can for now, and gave Jungkook something to tie him over so he can get his wits back because, yes, Jungkook, you were technically starving. Anyway, I have a midterm in, like, ten minutes so I gotta go.”
“Wait━” Jungkook stammers, flustered. “There’s so much to talk about still. What if I get hungry again?”
“You won’t. Not to that extent, anyway,” Taehyung waves this off carelessly as he shrugs into his jacket. “You only need to feed once a month to keep yourself alive. Unless you have a blood bond with someone, but that’s a whole conversation for another time when I don’t have a business exam all the way on the other side of campus.”
“Blood bond━ What the━”
But Taehyung’s gone before Jungkook can finish his sentence, saluting the younger boy and waving you a parting goodbye before he’s shutting the door behind him as he slips outside. When it’s finally just you and Jungkook once again, he glances over at you tenderly. He wonders if, aside from everything else, his embarrassing proclamation of love to you is on your mind at all.
“So…” You wander over to stand next to him, your hands reaching out to hold the sides of his face to guide him softly to face you. “How are you feeling?”
Jungkook leans into the palm of your hand. “I feel great. Honestly. Kind of like I have a bit of a hangover, but it’s going away slowly.”
You hum in response, busying yourself by brushing the hair out of his eyes. You study him for a moment, your dazzling stare flickering over his face. “Your eyes aren’t red anymore.”
“Yeah, Tae said they go red when you’re really hungry.”
“I liked it. It was kind of sexy.”
Jungkook groans. He moves his head out of your grasp to burrow it instead into your stomach as he pulls you close to him. 
“You know what you’re doing to me, right? When you say stuff like that?” He looks up at you finally, his wild hair flopping back into his eyes despite your prior efforts to fix it. “Why didn’t you say it back?”
“Jungkook,” You let out a little breathless, amused laugh, “you literally just found out you’re a vampire and you’re upset because you think I curved you?”
“Did you?” Jungkook asks apprehensively. “Whether I’m a vampire or not, it doesn’t change my feelings about you.”
You smile timidly, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. “When I wanted to hear you confess your love for me ━ or when I worked up the courage to do it myself ━ I was hoping it wouldn’t be when you’re a newly turned vampire, fighting off starvation.”
“You’re in love with me?” Jungkook repeats, awe-strucked. 
He knows you’re just teasing him though, can tell by the dreamy look on your face, and the way your grip around him tightens. Suddenly, he wants nothing more than to have you indescribably close to him. His impatient hands tug at your waist to pull you onto him, falling to your thighs as you clamber onto his lap to accommodate him. He cradles you close to him, leaning forward to press his lips to yours, and all he can feel is your sweet smile smoothing over his mouth.
“That’s good, because I’m crazy about you,” he murmurs huskily into the kiss. “When I felt like everything was spinning last night ━ that’s how you make me feel on a daily, but in the best way possible.”
“Jungkook,” You breathe out a moan. “Keep kissing me, please.”
So, he does, only this time the kiss is needier. As he sucks and nibbles at your lower lip, your hips start to move, slowly grinding against him. The skirt of your dress has hitched up your thighs, letting your clothed core rub perfectly against his hardening dick. Something about seeing you so desperate for him drives him wild, still wearing the pretty silk dress now practically begging him to tear it off of you as one thin strap falls down your shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whines into your mouth now. “Want you so bad.”
You whimper aloud, tugging at his hair. He moves his mouth down to kiss at the underside of your jaw, then along your neck, sharp teeth dragging along your sensitive skin. 
“Not gonna bite me, are you?” You muster enough wit to ask.
“I don’t know. Would you like it?” As if to test this and tease you, he nibbles at your throat lightly. Still, it’s enough to make you gasp, pressing your hips a little more firmly into his. “Could mark you all over. Let everyone know you’re mine.”
“P-Please,” You simper delightedly. “Make me yours, Jungkook.”
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he moans. “Keep doing that.”
His hands fall to your hips, guiding you back and forth on him. All he can imagine is what it would feel like to be in you, his dick burrowing into your walls, wrecking you in such a way that makes you his. You’re so wet already, he can feel it even past your soaked underwear as you rub yourself on him in a frenzy to get off. His tongue lavs at a sensitive spot against your neck, sucking a hickey that you know will appear by tomorrow morning. 
“Oh, Koo,” You rasp. “I might━ I’m gonna━”
But your voice splinters off into a whimper. He wonders why until he feels your pace stutter above him, and you cling onto him as your orgasm approaches. A cry of his name sounds from you, and then your hips are snapping back into pace over him as if to ride out your high. 
“Fuck, wait━” He rasps. 
Only, your eager gyrating against his hips holds more of an effect on him than he likes to admit and, before he can even think to brace himself, he comes in his pants. But it’s not his fault ━ you’re so tragically sexy. To finally have you like this in near shambles, and his dick isn’t even in you yet, sends him into a spiral. 
“Ah, ah━ Oh, fuck,” he grunts. 
His head falls limp to bury in the crook of your neck, holding your shivering body close to his. As you calm from your high, Jungkook busies himself by kissing his way down to your collarbones, and then to the top of your breasts which start to spill from your dress. 
Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him even closer to you. “Want you inside me, Koo. Now, please.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he chuckles darkly. 
At once, he whisks you away, strong arms hoisting you up and hooking your legs around his waist. He carries you into his bedroom and plops you down onto his bed with a soft bounce and an innocent squeal from you. Then, he clambers over top of you only to be eagerly pulled down by you for another longing kiss. 
Finding a brief moment of clarity, he can be heard murmuring against you cheekily, “Kinda cool and sexy, huh? That I’m a vampire.”
“Yeah,” You hum, distracted. You bite at his lower lip. “So cool and scary, a vampire that comes in his pants.”
He stifles his smirk, fingers poking at your sides. “Hey! That’s unfair. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this? Dreamt about it so much.”
“Yeah?” You taunt. “How do you want me?”
“Anyway you’ll have me,” Jungkook pleads. He reaches between your legs, his fingers rubbing slow circles into your soaked pussy. “Let me turn you into a mess.”
You moan softly. “Please, Jungkook. Get me out of this dress.”
“Wait, no,” Jungkook stops you at once when he senses you start to shift around beneath him. “Keep it on. It’s hot. I’m surprised you’re even still wearing it.”
“I couldn’t sleep after Tae took you,” You admit sheepishly. “I didn’t know how you’d be, so I just sat around waiting until I could come visit.”
Despite trying to relate to how terrified you must have felt to see your best friend so sickly, your worrisome tone is enough to make Jungkook’s heart swoon now. He kisses delicately at your temple. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me,” You snicker languidly. 
“I promise I will,” he whispers, his free hand rubbing comforting circles into your hip. “Where do you want me first, baby?”
You gnaw at your lower lip, legs instinctively spreading wider for him. “Your head between my legs sounds nice.”
“Anything for you.”
He flashes you one charming grin before he wriggles his way below your waist, pushing your thighs apart. He helps you shimmy out of your panties, though keeps the stockings still on you. He presses his thumb to your clit, then swipes his finger down and back up again along your glistening folds, letting his tongue indulge in a taste as he follows his finger. A wanton moan immediately eclipses your lips, and Jungkook sighs into your pussy. For whatever reason it may be, every sense of his seems to be heightened tenfold, and your leaking arousal is enough to drive him insane.
“God, you’re dripping,” he grunts. “I can practically smell you. So sweet. Tastes just as sweet too.”
He licks at your clit next, teasing the hard muscle of his tongue against your sensitive bud. Meanwhile, he pushes two of his fingers past your folds, sinking knuckles deep into your sopping cunt with a wet squelch. Your head tosses back, hips jutting upward to meet his mouth.
“Jungkook,” You whine. “F-Fuck━”
“You like that, huh?” he murmurs against your heat. “Want you to make a mess all over my face, baby. Fuck, need to taste it so bad.”
He wraps his perfect mouth around your sensitive clit and sucks hard, as he twists his two fingers inside of you. Your walls clench around him so tight, he craves nothing more than to bury his leaking cock into you, but the thought of having you come undone with just his fingers is enough to nearly send him over the edge. He moves his mouth down to lap at your arousal, his tongue joining his fingers. Your hands fumble to grip at his hair, pushing his head further down. He growls into you from your eagerness, as his own yearning to please you further overtakes him. 
“Oh god, Jungkook,” You cry. “Fuck, fuck━ So good. I’m gonna come━”
He refuses to stop until he’s brought you to your orgasm, fingers and mouth working hard in a foul and obscene manner. All you can hear is the sound of his tongue and fingers plunging into your wetness, and it’s what ultimately pushes you over the edge. Your whimpers are choked, your hips selfishly grinding against his tongue and fingers as a sudden gush of wetness leaks from between your thighs and all over his face.
His hooded eyes flicker upward to catch your reaction, and he moans into your pussy at the sight of it. Just a haze of exhaustion and bliss, staring down at him both lovingly and as if you want nothing more than to make him come. Your dress has long since lost its use of covering you, the straps hanging uselessly down your arms and uncovering the tops of your exposed breasts. 
“Shit,” he hisses as he pulls back from you. He licks clean his glistening lips and hoists himself back up to you only to be yanked down by you for a messy kiss. “I need to be in you right now.” 
Your delirious giggles reach his ears faintly. “Your dick’s not gonna break the bed like in Twilight is it?”
Jungkook’s brows furrow together. The reference, while obscure, doesn’t entirely fly over his head if only because you’ve forced him to watch the tacky movie series one too many times. “What?”
“I dunno. Don’t vampires have inhuman strength?”
“I’ll have to get back to you on that one,” he snorts. “What does that even mean? How can you even break a bed━”
“I mean… All I’m saying is I wouldn’t be mad.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
You roll your eyes. “Do I have to be any more obvious? Don’t hold back. I want you to rail me, Jungkook.”
“Oh. Gotcha.” 
Now, that Jungkook can most definitely do. He’s quick to shed his own clothes until he’s in nothing but his underwear, to which you finally take the liberty of helping him remove the remaining article of clothing to sate your own desires. Peeling back the thin material, his dick springs free from the confinements and your hand grips him at once, stroking him firmly. He weighs heavy in the palm of your hand, angry tip already glistening with cum from his past orgasm that you oh-so badly wish to lick clean. 
His breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. “Ah, fuck, if you keep touching me like that, I’ll come right now.”
“Don’t see a problem with that.”
He grips your hips, yanking you further down the bed to him with a taunting grin. “Next time I come, I want it to be inside of you.”
Your legs almost immediately spread wider as if to accommodate him, whimpering in response as your walls clench around nothing but the thought of him wrecking you. He grasps himself in his fist, pumping his length leisurely a few times before leaning over you, one heavily tattooed arm planted next to your head propping himself up. He teases the length of his dick along your folds, gathering your wetness, before pushing the tip past your walls. He coaxes into you with ease from how filthily wet you are, and he growls. You simper with delight in response as he sinks further into you until he’s hilt deep. He pauses as if to give you time to adjust, but really it’s just because he gets distracted in slowly kissing your lips.
“Fuuck,” he sputters, nearly collapsing against your chest. “So fucking good. Like you were made for me.”
“All yours,” You mumble in a daze. Your walls clench around his throbbing dick, probing him to move. He thrusts into you steadily, deep and long strokes that make you mewl. You cling to his face, desperately sucking on his lower lip. “Ah━ Feel so full, Koo.”
“Fuck, need you to ride me,” he grunts. “Make this dick yours.”
His words make your face warm, your head spin. He grasps your waist and shifts you both around until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips, his dick still nestled in your leaking pussy. Your hands first plant themselves down onto his chest, anchoring yourself in place so that you can lift your hips and drop them back down onto his length, adopting a pace that has you bouncing on his cock. 
“Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, yes,” he rasps, a drowsy smirk unfurling across his lips. “Just like that, baby.”
He watches your every move, the way your dress has started to pool at your waist, only barely holding on by the straps that have now fallen to your elbows. Your breasts jostle with each frantic thrust of yours, and Jungkook can’t help but chase after you, wanting nothing more than to be close to your figure. He sits up at once, wrapping his arms around your waist as his chest presses taut against yours. The sudden change in position has his dick shifting just right in you, adjusting to a new angle that makes it seem as if he reaches your cervix and has you gasp out loud.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He catches one of your breasts in his mouth, teeth nibbling on your perked bud. His hand flies up to grasp at the underside of your other breast, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. 
“Wanna hear it,” You moan. “Tell me I’m yours.”
“Of course you’re mine, baby,” he confirms. He busies himself by biting all over your chest, from between your breasts, to along your collarbones. He nips and sucks at every inch of your skin, just to hear your pretty, broken simpers of pleasure. “All mine. Shit, you take me so well.”
You can feel his teeth graze your skin upwards to your neck, sharp canines poking against your throat. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as your hips work wildly against his. His own arm stays hooked around your waist and helps guide you, an ironclad grip that helps anchor you in place when he takes the lead and rams his dick up into you. At once, you fall limp in his arms, propping yourself up lazily a bit more on your knees for him to have more room to fuck himself into you the way he wants. 
“Jungkook,” You sob, elated. “J-Jungkook, fuck!”
“Let me hear you,” he growls. “Tell me you love me.”
“Fuck, fuck, Jungkook, I love you,” You cry. “I’m so━ So in love with you. I want you so bad.”
The words sound mellifluous to his ears, and he wants nothing more than to listen to you say it again and again. It certainly makes all the pain and confusion from the last week of finding out he’s a vampire all worth it.
“Come for me,” he grunts now. “Wanna feel you cream all over my cock. Make a mess for me, please.”
That’s all you need to hear to let go, dissolving into a shameless mess in his arms as you wet his cock. He holds you close as you stall above him, writhing into his chest. You clench so hard around him that he almost gets off right there but he refrains, instead slowing his pace to roll his his up into yours to allow you to ride out your high gently. 
“Fuck, yes,” he lets out a breathless chuckle. “Just like that.”
Then, in the next second, he’s pulling out of you, much to your dismay. It doesn’t last long, however, as he carefully pushes you onto your back and stuffs his aching cock back into your swollen pussy again as a gasp of exhaustion slips from you. He falls flat against your shivering body, nuzzling his face in your neck.
Now, his pace is desperate. He snaps his hips into yours so frantically, so sloppily, chasing his own high with gritted teeth. You begin to feel the tinge of oversensitivity but you hold off, waiting for him. Your thighs open wider, allowing him to sink further into you; your walls clench tightly around him, his cock itching to feel its release. You keep your stare on his, watching him with fucked out eyes and your lower lip wedged between your teeth. Jungkook’s nearing his own end too, growing weary, beginning to make the burning lust in his eyes grow fuzzy. He needs to feel his release. He needs you. He’s just so insatiable for you. 
You jut your hips forward. “Close?”
He nods breathlessly. He watches as you crane your head in response, stretching the expanse of your neck to him. 
“Go on,” You rasp, fingers scratching soothingly at his hair. “You can bite me.”
He doesn’t miss the way your lips curl back into a tired, amused smirk. This time he knows it isn’t a joke and had he not been such a mess, he may have genuinely laughed. But he can’t resist you, nor can he resist the taste of you. It’s a sudden desire that seems to creep upon him all at once as he reaches his end. The little extra push to reach his high. He leans forward, his teeth grazing your throat as he continues to thrust into you sloppily, his canines poking at your skin. Then, he sinks his teeth into your flesh.
A shock of pain shoots down your spine but it doesn’t last long under the overwhelming wave of pleasure you feel. The taste of your blood coats his tongue warmly, sweet and saccharine, and it has him yearning for more. Something about it seems to drive him to the brink of euphoria, his head spinning once again. He moans into your neck, loud and unadulterated, his pace still hasty and careless. He comes with one final deep, shuddering stroke into you, milking his cum into you in a sticky mess. It has him whimpering into your neck, a sound so surprising and sexy that you can’t help but moan in response. He sluggishly grinds his hips into you to help ride out his high and then, when his hunger is satisfied, he stops, collapsing against you.
His tongue instead lavs at your throat where his teeth have left behind marks, soothing the dull ache that you hardly even notice now. His dick stays wedged between your thighs, an amalgamation of yours and his cum leaking from your wrecked cunt and down his length. 
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, a timid smile on his face. He kisses all over the bite mark, then up to your lips. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really.” You take a moment to reply, so caught up in the way he’s still making you feel. Then, he sees you stifle your own amused snickers. “You’re kind of a freak though. Getting off by biting me.”
He quirks a brow, a charming grin tugging at his lips. He nips a little more lightly on the other side of your neck in retaliation, causing you to gasp. “What does that make you then? Practically begging me to do it.”
“Did not!” You push his head away from you, earning a chuckle from him. He catches your hand in his, pecking your knuckles sweetly. “You know… Tae said something about a blood bond and how you only need to feed once a month. If it’s something that you need to do from now on, I won’t mind you doing it with me.”
Jungkook’s grin widens impossibly more. “Are you asking me to go out with you?”
You scoff. “You vampires are so weird.”
“Yeah, but you’re kinda into it. Admit it,” he quips smugly. “Just your cool, sexy vampire boyfriend.”
“Who comes in his pants.”
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
You know he’s only being dramatic about the whole thing, but something about hearing him dub himself as yours makes your heart swoon. You can’t help but reach out to kiss him, slow and steady. Maybe, you think to yourself, it is kind of cool and sexy; and maybe, Jungkook thinks to himself, being a vampire isn’t so bad, after all. Somehow, miraculously, it was the push he needed to bring you two together.
Jungkook gets lost in the taste of your lips for a moment too long, so utterly in love with you, when he hears you whisper a little teasingly and entirely ardently, “Oh, suck it up.”
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bts-trash-blog · 14 days ago
Like You~Jungkook
Summary:Jungkook loves when his clothes smell like you
Pairing; Jungkook x fem!reader
Warning: Just fluff
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Your eyes were staring at the screen in front of you, reading over the paper you had been working on for the last day and they were beginning to get tired. Your mind begins to not even be able to comprehend what you had written. The gray long sleeve that you were wearing, that you had stolen from your boyfriend's closet the other day while packing your bag to go back to your apartment, seemed to ground you a little. The sleeves pulled to your knuckles as the blue light glasses you had on slid down your nose as your hair twisted around your face as most of it was held in a bun on the top of your head. You knew you probably looked as tired as you had felt, yet as the sound of your apartment door opened you felt almost awake.
Looking over you see his tattooed arms before him as it swings in front of him, his short sleeve shirt was simple black and he was in sweatpants. His hair covered with a bucket hat and his face half covered with a mask, yet you could still see the smile on his face as he dropped his proactive bag at the end of your coffee table. His body is moving, falling onto the couch beside you as his head is automatically against your thigh. Bucket hat falling as he rips his mask off and looks up at you, his lips ring catching the light of your apartment as his hand moves up to cup your cheek. Your hand falling into his sweaty hair as he pulls himself up, you meeting him halfway, the kiss was sweet, and short, yet when you pulled back he whined.
“One more.” Rolling your eyes you bent down and gave him another kiss, “Just one more.” Kiss. “Another one please?” You huff at him, fingers slightly pulling his head back down into your lap as he huff and puff up at you. His arms crossed as you smiled at him, his own falling onto his lips just as fast as you showed him yours.
“How was practice?” You ask, fingers scraping against his scalp making his eyes close as he lets out a humm. His hand moving to grab that hand that you had displaced on his chest and pulled it up to his lips. Pressing a kiss against the skin.
“Fine, tried as hell though. What about you, finished that paper?”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to edit it and it legit is making my head hurt.” You mumble, pulling your hand from his and pushing it against  your forehead. His eyes soften as he sits up, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into his lap. Moving so the two of us were now in front of your laptop which you had put on the table in front of you, so he grabs it and places it back onto your lap. “Noooo.” you whine, head turning to press against his neck, yet it lands on his cheek making him chuckle.
“Let me read it, it's for your creative writing class right?” Your huff as you nod your head and pull away though, as he went to scroll he stopped and looked down. “That's where that went.” he muttered, making you look as if your laptop was once again put onto the coffee table. His fingers pulling at your top making you whine as he gives you a teasing look. “I was looking for that.”
“What, you stole the last hoodie I had, and when we don't share a bed I liked having your clothes.” You huff making him humm as his nose buries itself into your shoulder. His eyes closing as he takes a deep breath in.
“I know…just..just wanted to wear that today is all.” he pauses as you whine, a smiling face as you stand up and move to straddle him. “You keep your place so cold so a long sleeve while sleeping here.” You huff, arms crossed as his hands land on the tops of your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly.
“Fine, since you are sleeping over, but I want a new hoodie for when I sleep alone.” His smile grows tenfold as he leans forward and presses a deep kiss to your lips, bending you so far back you swear you almost hit the coffee table in front of your couch. It had you laughing as you pressed a hand to his cheek. “Speaking of sleep…can we..can we just go to bed..you can read my paper in the morning. I'm just so tired.” You whine, head falling into his neck as you feel his hand slide from your thigh around your waist as he needs against your shoulder.
“Of course baby, you ready now? I need a shower before I climb into bed though.”
“That’s fine, just means I can get comfy before you get all star fish in bed.” You mutter making him huff as he pulls away and huffs up at you.
“Hey now, stomach sleeper.”
“That is not as bad, you take up over half the bed, just all sprawled out.” You huff as you stand up, his hand reaching out, holding onto the back of your thigh as he huffs up at you. “Don't get me started about the time you slapped me in the face.” Your words had him spitting out a laugh as his head fell onto your hip, his shoulders moving with each laugh he let out. It had you moving your hand on the top of his head as you pulled him back and playfully glared at him. “Not funny.”
“Join me?”
“I think it was pretty funny.” He huffs as you roll your eyes, hands cupping the sides of his head as you bend down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you move and shut your laptop. Body moving to your room as you hear him whining your name.
“I’m sleepy, get in a shower, you sweaty boy.” Your words had him laughing as you moved to your closest, grabbing a short sleeve oversized top, and stripping yourself of Jungkook's long sleeve. Changing tops as you move and placing the top on the bathroom counter where you see an already nacked Jungkook. A smirk on his face as you roll your eyes.
“Not happening, last time I joined you I got the biggest bruise on my side cause we slipped.” Another round of giggles passes his lip as he turns to the shower on, though he lets out a squeak as he stumbles forward when you plam slaps against his ass, his cheeks bright red as he turns to look at you. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted as you bit your lip and skipped out of the bathroom.
“You can't spank me then leave, don't you know not to start something you can't finish!” he whines after you making you let out a belly laugh as you slid into your bedroom, looking back you see his head poking out as he let out a whine. “I'm half hard, and lonely.”
“Poor baby, you have a hand.” You chuckle making him huff as he throws his head back dramatically whining your name, “See you when you're done.”
Jungkook doesn’t finish, he doesn't even try to get off without you. Not only because he finds its boardline embarrassing to do it with you in the other room, but because the moment the hot water hit his tense muscle he realized just how tired he really was. So he just showers, enjoying the way his nails scrape against his scalp, or the way the smell of your body wash wraps around him.  It reminds him that he needs to pick some of your body wash up for his place again, replacing his own from time to time just how he knows that his body wash in one of your cabinets wasn't actually for him but was for you when you missed him.
“Fine, but I'm not gonna enjoy it as much.”
“Good.” You smile brightly at him moving to your bed, as you slide into your bed, you hear him letting out a dramatic moan making you laugh into your pillows as you close your eyes, taking a deep breath in as you huff at the sound of your name. Dramatic boy.
By the time he got out, he could hear your soft breaths and little sleepy whines and moans that you'd do when you were falling asleep. Noises that he had grown used to, grown to love. His hand grabbing his spare boxers you had put on top of the long sleeve, his eyes closing as he felt his brain grow hazy. Sleep calling for him as he sighs, just grabbing the long sleeve, throwing it on and leaving the bathroom. 
His hair still on the wet side as he stops, your perfume and lotions wafting up and wrapping around him as he stands in your hall. He felt his body relax at the scents, nose burying into the fabric of his shirt as he wandered to your bedroom door. Eyes glancing seeing your hair, back raising and falling with each breath, a soft moan or whine passing your lips making him smile. Dropping the fabric from his face as he moves to crawl in next to you. His side faces you as he awkwardly tries to spoon your sleeping foram, once again on your stomach which makes it slightly hard for the cuddly boy to cling to you. But he didnt care, cause the room, the bed, his shirt smelt like you.
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angelguk · 24 days ago
→ the things i never told you — a jeongguk scenario
member: jeon jeongguk
word count: 6.8k
genre: college!au + smut + fluff + slight crack + best friends to lovers (idiots to lover really)
warnings: mad pining but both side is oblivious  / jk and oc like each other but there’s a misunderstanding between them / jealousy / taehyung is an instigator / future smut / it’s a no nut november fic so pretend it’s november plz / mentions of ahegao (this fic is not about that!!) / oc is not a girl's girl im afraid (jealousy is a disease and she is chronically ill!!)
soundtracks: sgl (now,now) + built this way, (samantha ronson) + drew barrymore, (sza) love flew away, (laufey & adam melchor) + cry, (cat & calmell)
summary: jeon jeongguk is your best friend—and nothing more. you’ve grown up with guy, watched him stumble through his awkward puberty, cheated on tests with him, witnessed his first kiss (which only happened because you persuaded him to kiss siyeon) which only strengthened your unbreakable bond. but now you’re in college and jeongguk isn’t an awkward preteen who needs your help to get girls anymore. it creeps onto you slowly, that feeling you’re harbouring for your best friend. but you’re determined to ignore—that is until taehyung sets of a chain of events that land you in a very interesting predicament. 
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PART — ONE (you are reading) // TWO // THREE
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In retrospect, you should have expected it to start with Taehyung. It’s fitting he would be the catalyst given his explosive and somewhat inconsiderate nature. But nothing could have prepared your heart for the things that followed in his wake. Especially when the delicate ribbon holding your world together began to unravel on a serene winter afternoon. It started unseemly, with a simple study date being the scene of the first crime. 
You’re huddled in a cosy corner of the library, weary eyes glued to your bright computer screen as a bitter breeze waged war on the world outside. The settling of winter has always felt silently violent to you; brief days coldly cutting into nights, heavy winds that knocked you about on your daily treks to class, and the trees lining campus shedding their coats of gold and copper. Every part of you ached to be nestled underneath the reassuring heaviness of the weighted blanket your dad had recently purchased for you. Perhaps with a mug of hot chocolate heating your palms and an intriguing true crime documentary ready to watch. Instead, you’re stuck staring at the same paragraph in what has to be the twentieth journal article you’d read in the past hour or so, in hopes of deciphering a slither of meaning from the jumble of abused academic jargon. Maybe if you rested your forehead on the screen the words would magically transfer into comprehensible information through osmosis? Maybe. 
Your heavy sighs eventually catched Namjoon’s attention. He nudges his thin wired frames up his nose bridge as he raises his head in your direction, eyebrows furrowed with concern. You’re mildly infuriated by how productive Namjoon has been beside you; his highlighters are strewn across his political theory printouts with a myriad of sticky notes featuring his scrawny handwriting stuck all over them. You watch him wait for the Forest app notification on his phone to bing—indicating the end of his focused studying period—before his attention lands on you fully. 
“What’s wrong with you?” It’s a deep murmur that coaxes you closer, calming in a manner that can only be attributed to Namjoon. 
"Tell me why I'm an engineering major again?" you mumble. He blinks slowly, carefully processing the forlorn look on your face.
"Because you want to make money?" Namjoon replies nonchalantly, like that's the most obvious reason he can muster up.
You kick him hard under the table, relishing the whispered groan that erupts from his lips. "You asshole you can't say that!" you mutter, dropping the pen you were holding on the table. It wasn't like you were taking notes anymore.
"Ow! Sorry! Because you want to change society for the better? Build better things?"
Your frown is fixed on your face.
"Man, anyway, I don't know. That's a question you have to answer for yourself," he tacks on, a tinge of annoyance in his tone. His eyes keep flickering to the timer on his screen. He only allocates himself a ten-minute break before he has to dive right back into his readings. His progress was making you want to rip your hair out.
"Why is it so hard?" you whine, voice raised much to his chagrin. "I just want to graduate. I don't want to work for it!"
"Unfortunately, you kind of have to," he notes, fluffing his flaxen hair with a  hand covered in navy ink marks. "How about, you read," he leans over, squinting at the title of the article you were stuck on. "Not going to even bother to try and make sense of that, but finish that—whatever it is—and when I end this study session, I'll buy you a snack on the way out." The prospect of free food makes you nod in agreement. You're enticed enough to stay put in the hard plastic seat beneath you, butt freezing from the cold even with the heating on this library, as Namjoon's gaze shifts back to his work. There's only a handful of moments of silence before Taehyung comes bounding around the corner, a broad boxy devious grin plastered on his face.
(You really should have known).
"Hello, losers. I knew I would find you here," he says, plopping down on the empty set beside Namjoon. "Studying on Halloween. Tragic."
You flick your pen at him, which narrowly misses his cranium and instead lands on the brown carpeted floors. "Some of us want to graduate," you reply, ignoring the side-eye Namjoon sends you. "Why are you here, dingus?"
His smile broadens. "Neither of you were responding to my texts." Your phone is buried under the mountain of textbooks plopped on the desk. That was the only way to get that distraction away from your line of vision. You know Namjoon probably has his notifications off, he usually does. "So I came to ask you cunts in person whether you're coming to Jimin’s party tonight.”
You pause, briefly considering it but you already know the answer. You have a lab tomorrow and you'd rather go in with a clear mind and not a raging hangover. Also, it was the middle of the week, too many responsibilities looming over your head for you to really let loose.
"Nope. Can't," you say. Namjoon follows with the same response, which draws Taehyung’s eyebrows together in exasperation.
"The both of you need to take a break," he mumbles, poking Namjoon with your pen. He'd plucked it up from the ground a moment ago. "You, my kind sir, look dead. Need I remind you that a textbook won't give you good head after a long exhausting day."
You frown at that, bemused by what he's indirectly applying. "Are girls required to give you head after a long day? Especially when your dick smells like blue cheese?"
"Hey," he retorts. "I keep my mini-me as clean as I can. If anyone has a hygiene problem it’s Jeongguk. I'm eighty percent sure his cum tastes like battery acid. Have you seen the boy ever drink water? Or eat something that wasn't spicy ramen and Hot Cheetos? I think not."
You want to argue but Taehyung was right. Jeongguk's diet was trash. It was astounding that he even had a functioning body with all the nonsense he stuffs down his throat. You'd seen him dip his pizza slice in ranch once. Like a bona fide mukbanger.
"Also," Taehyung continues. "I always return the favour. Pussy tastes better after a long day anyway. Got to let the juices marinate, you know."
The repugnance on Namjoon's face is palpable but feel a smile crack across your face against your will. 
"First of all, don't ever say anything like that again," Namjoon starts off, clicking his pen impatiently. "Secondly, some of us actually need to study."
"I study!" Taehyung protests, poking Namjoon again. It leaves a bold blue mark on his beige cashmere sweater. "Oops sorry! Just because I'm a business major doesn't mean I don't study."
"Seokjin told me you take naps in the middle of the lectures," you interject, snatching the pen from his hand before he can do more damage to Namjoon's clothes.
"That little—listen—I'm a growing man. I need daily naps. Sometimes they're in the middle of the class. Professor Bang doesn't make much sense when he's talking anyway." You're about to interrupt when he raises his voice, his words drowning yours. "And! My grades are still fantastic, my mental health isn't trash and I eat pussy at least thrice a week. Can either of you say the same?"
You hate to admit it but he's right. The stress you were under was starting to make you crack and the last time you'd fumbled under the sheets had been months ago. The only thing stopping you from ending it all was the pink dual stimulation vibrator you'd bought a month ago. You'd gotten more use out of it than you'd expected but it’s not like you had anyone warming your bed—although that is not something you like to dwell on. Regardless, you couldn't risk getting a hangover in the middle of the week.
"How about," you suggest, noting the way Namjoon was staring at Taehyung. Like he wouldn't mind duct-taping his mouth shut. You wouldn’t object to the act if it came to it. "We reschedule for Saturday? I'm probably going to be free and it would work better for everyone."
Taehyung hums, considering it. The sooner you get him to reach a compromise the faster he'll leave the library. A win-win for everyone at this table. "I can ask Jimin. I think he invited a few people from his class though. Someone called Yoongi? Maybe he can change it.”"
"Ask him and then text me if he can," you say, blatantly leaving Namjoon out of that request.
But then Taehyung cocks his head, soft black hair tipping sideways with the movement. "But that defeats the purpose."
"Of what?" Namjoon says, exasperated.
"No Nut November starts tomorrow. Tonight was meant to be the final nut before we all abstain. You really haven't read the group chat?" That's a stupid question to ask and he knows it. But you're too caught up on the topic he'd just mentioned. He ducks fast when your notebook comes flying in his direction. It hits the ground with a resounding thud that you feel in your chest, the plastic cover bending as it collides with the ground. You ignore the harsh glares of the select few students in the library and focus instead on Taehyung's cowering figure.
"You're throwing a party to have sex with girls?" you hiss, voice low to escape the prying attention of your sudden audience. Namjoon is busy popping his earphones into his ears, fingers tapping through a selection of piano music on Spotify.
"Isn't that the purpose of parties?" he retorts, eyebrows drawn together. "And hey, I'm a flexible guy. Girls, boys? Who cares? They just have to be hot."
You ignore the latter section of his response. "Pick up my notebook," you demand first. "And that's one of the purposes but not the sole one. It's kind of gross for you to use people like that."
Taehyung hands you the notebook obediently, shrugging with nonchalance. "They're also using me. Mutual usage. So it cancels out or whatever. And I've already jacked off four times today. The sex will just knock me out. Make sure my balls are empty—I'm not losing that bet."
You drop the notebook like it's on fire and offensively branding you when he mentions his recent masturbation. You pray there are wet wipes buried somewhere in your bag. You don't trust Taehyung enough to believe he's washed his hands. "You're a fucking ape," you comment. "And what bet?"
"Do either of you ever check the group chat?" he sighs, somewhat frustrated. "The first person to lose has to get an ahegao face tattooed on their ass."
"Excuse me? What the hell is that?"
He rolls his eyes. "Ahegao? Pass your laptop."
You shove it over, praying Taehyung's opened an incognito tab. When he turns it in your direction, you blanch. It's a drawing of a girl, eyes rolled to the back of her head, mouth parted and suspicious globules of white streaks across her face. Of course, that's what they would settle on. You hate your friends.
There's a shiver settling down your spine, whether it's from the cold or your disdain, you're not sure. "God, you're all gross. I hope you lose first," you mutter, tapping the tab closed as fast as your fingers can.
Taehyung laughs at that, a fox grin settling on his lips. "You really think I'm going to lose first? We have a bet on that too. Everyone owes five bucks to the person who guesses correctly who's going to lose first among us."
You quirk an eyebrow, switching your laptop screen to the notes Chaeyong had sent you this morning as you feign interest. "Pray do tell. Who have you got your money on?
"Jeongguk, of course. You should know. He's your best friend after all." You pause at that, fingers still over your keyboard as his hypothesis sinks in. Jeongguk. He seems like he had a greater will than Taehyung, who'd fucked the majority of the campus at this point. You're sure he has some sort of disease harbouring in his nether bits. But maybe he had a point. Jeongguk had his moments when his hormones took over. Like the time you'd woken up in his bedroom during one of your sleepovers and he was runting his morning wood into your ass. The sleepovers had stopped after that, Jeongguk was too embarrassed to let you in his room for a night ever again. But he also has immense self-control and could hold himself back when he needed to. He was a great baseball captain for a reason. You knew him longer than the rest of your new-found university friend group and while he was stupid at times he didn't seem like the person to lack such willpower. You decide then that Taehyung is wrong.
You tap your fingers along your keyboard gingerly, still trying to come up with a response that sounds disinterested enough for Taehyung to take the hint and vanish. "Hmm," you settle on. "Maybe."
He doesn't move from the seat, stuck like his ass is glued there. You’re envious of Namjoon's plugged in earphones.
"But," he continues, oblivious to your lack of interest. "I have a proposition for you. To make sure I win, of course."
"What could you ever have to offer me?" you say, voice monotone and your gaze focused on your monitor even though the notes Eubin had sent you weren't making sense to your fried brain either. Taehyung was still not getting the hint despite you hurling it at his face.
"You could help me tempt Jeongguk. Like, tease him until his resolve breaks. You know how stubborn he is."
You look at him, face contorting in bewilderment. "You want me to do what?"
"As in, tempt him. Send him videos—not of yourself of course. Twitter porn works just as well. Bring up sexual topics, weaken his determination etcetera etcetera. Essentially help me win.” 
"Why in the world would I do that?" Even though you liked Taehyung, your loyalty lies with Jeongguk. You'd known him since birth and you tolerated him a bit more than you did Taehyung.
"Wouldn't you like to see Jeongguk get an ahegao face tattooed on his ass?" The answer is no and Taehyung should know that. "Also, for the rest of the semester, all your food expenses are on me. And any other expenses you want to add.” 
That's what piques your interest. You’re not on a meal plan anymore and cooking at home was starting to become a pain in the ass. You don’t have the time to study and feed yourself. You’re also adamantly refusing to adopt the horrific food habits Jeongguk has. It also wasn't foreign knowledge that Taehyung came from a wealthy background. He has a CEO position sitting pretty for him the moment he graduates. No wonder he university activities consist of alternating between sleep and copulation with a sprinkle of lectures if he was feeling up to it. It's by luck that he's naturally smart and charming enough to not be booted from all his classes because of his piss poor attendance. 
"Are you offering to be my sugar daddy?” You splutter, baffled by his audacity.
Taehyung shrugs, casually twisting the gold ring hanging on his pinky. “If you want to put it like that, sure.” 
The whole proposition makes your skin prickle, but, the offer sounds somewhat enticing considering the numbers currently reflecting in your account. Honestly, you wouldn't mind abusing Taehyung's wallet. But then you frown again, the image of Jeongguk's soft face flashing before your eyes. He's too nice of a person for you to set him up like that. You ignore the flush of heat on your skin at the thought of him, attributing it to the intense stare Taehyung is giving you as he awaits your response.
“Sorry,” you say, “But Jeongguk’s my ride or die. I couldn’t do that to him."
Taehyung nods slowly, like he knows something you haven’t told him. But he doesn't push it, something you’re grateful for. Finally, he rises from the seat, tailored black slacks wrapping around his long lean legs. "If you change your mind, just text me. November is a very long month, sweetheart."
"Don't bother. I'm not," you return, resolved boldened by his cockiness.
Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, almost mockingly. The smile on his mouth makes your chest close up. "We'll see. I feel like the stars are in my favour, honestly."
Then he's gone, just as quickly as he appeared. He leaves with his head held high, the designer sneakers on his feet carrying him back into the vicious winds outside, utterly unaware of the wild storm he’d just created.
You make a promise to yourself to not give in to the lure of his credit card. It should be easy enough if you're being honest with yourself. There was nothing worth the cost of your friendship with Jeongguk. He would probably never speak to you if he found out you were the reason he had an ahegao face permanently etched into his butt. 
But then everything goes to hell.
mr struggle (09:34pm)
i havent seen u in awhile
come to the convenience store with me
plz >_<
you (09:37pm)
yeah cause last time I saw you you made me hold your dick while you peed 😕
And yes hi Jeongguk, I'm doing good how are you? 
Now? It’s really late
Do you want ramen?
mr struggle (09:39pm)
HEY! it was that or piss on your floor 🙄🙄
i thought we agreed not to talk about it?
or did u like holding my dick? 😏
yes i want ramen what is wrong with that =_=
i'm already outside so decide!!
you (09:40pm)
Please shut up
Wait my fridge is empty... How far are you?
mr struggle (09:41pm)
ohhhh so now u want to come 🤔
you (09:41pm)
Jeon, you literally asked me if I wanted to come 🙃
mr struggle (09:42pm)
like ten minutes relax damn
or just meet me at there?
you (09:42pm)
mr struggle (09:42pm)
The clock on your phone indicates that it's going to ten, an odd time to be stuffing a shopping basket with instant noodles from your local convenience store. But the fridge in your apartment was painfully empty, and Jeongguk had invited you to come along on his late-night shopping trip, a serendipitous moment of chance because you normally would have said no.
He comes around the corner just then, a packet of drinks in his hands and an abnormal amount of premade food in his own shopping basket. You spy something that resembles a beef and rice meal but the beef looks fairly radioactive. You 'd rather stick with the noodles you'd snatched up.
"You done?" he says, halting beside you. You’re about to reply but then Jeongguk sticks his head out, squinting at the array of noodle packets beside you. "Oh wow, I'm buying that for sure." Somehow he dumps the six-pack of Monster into the basket and snatches up the extra spicy noodles he's been eyeing at in one fluid moment.
"I feel sorry for your asshole," you comment, heading towards the cashier. "And yeah, I'm done. Let's go."
"Don't. I enjoy the burn." He's on your heels, dirty sneakers squeaking against the pristine tile floors. "Oh, can we eat here? I'm starving." 
There's a loud noise emitting from your stomach that makes you nod your head in agreement, much to Jeongguk's own satisfaction. The cashier at the counter looks disinterested, barely looking up as she scans your items. She reads your total in a monotone voice but you don't question her behaviour, understanding how she might be exhausted from the late hour. But that immediately changes when you turn away, heading to the microwaves in the convenience store and Jeongguk saunters up to the counter. She doesn't look at him at first, but then she blinks deliberately, and her entire demeanour transforms.
"Hi! How can I help you?"
There's a perk in her tone that makes you bristle. You may look like a rat in a potato sack at the moment but you at least deserved the same treatment, don't you?
You glance at Jeongguk as he dumps his stuff before her. "Hey. Just these." He's completely oblivious to her ogling and something about that irks you. You moment to take a second to look at Jeongguk, properly examining his attire, searching for what she's smiling at so lovingly. He's in a pair of grey sweats that you know has a ketchup stain on it, a long black sweater that had some cheesy logo printed on the front and a claret beanie to push back the long hair he was refusing to cut. Did he look like an exhausted college student with five different essays due in the next twenty-four hours? Yes. But did he also look somewhat attractive? Also yes. You blame it on the easy smile gracing his rosy lips and the small dimples on his cheeks that appear when his teeth show. You're not really enjoying how this particular observation is making you feel.
She says his total with a sickeningly saccharine smile plastered on her face, her posture suddenly perfect so that her uniform strains over her chest. Jeongguk pays without looking at her, turning to puzzedly stare at your stationary figure instead. His obliviousness to her efforts makes some small part of you content. A part that you vehemently ignore.
"Are you not eating now?" He askes, eyes flickering to the array of microwaves lined neatly in the store. The sharp raised eyebrow makes him oddly hotter. The cashier must see it too because you watch with slight vexation as a blush creeps onto her skin, turning her cheeks rouge. There's no way Jeongguk is that attractive.
"Thought I'd wait for you," you reason. And then your stomach thunderously rumbles.
He cracks a smile at that, brown eyes glittering in the glow of the harsh fluorescent lights. The fluttering that erupts inside of you feels like betrayal. "Go ahead. You sound like you need to eat more than I do."
"Excuse me?" The cashier says. You despise the honey lilt in her voice. "Are you from SNU?" The look you both give her could cut through steel.
"Yes," Jeongguk says hesitantly, hands reaching out to grab the plastic bag containing his items.
"Oh!" She blinks her eyes, batting her long lashes like they're weapons. Her lean on the counter pushes her chest so far out you can't help but scoff. "I go there too! I'm surprised we haven't met!"
Some part of you is surprised too because Jeongguk, like Taehyung, has smashed a large majority of the school by now. Or so you thought.
He laughs, but it's clear to you he'd rather not be having this conversation. "Ah, yeah. But it's a big school, you know. Many students. Not enough chances to meet them all." You barely hide your snort at that. If Jeongguk was interested he would have made a move by now. But instead, he's staring at her like she’s a massive booger he'd picked from his nose. For a split second, you feel bad for her. But then she flings her glossy long hair over her shoulder and your pity evaporates.
"A shame really. But if you're free this weekend we can get a chance to know each other."
You immediately twist on your heel at that, clutching the handle of your plastic bag rather tight. "There's a Halloween party happening on Saturday! We can meet up there." You still have one ear in the conversation but the mention of the Halloween party doesn't alarm you. There were countless parties thrown on the weekend - this was college after all. The only time the campus went radio silent was during finals, so you’re not bothered. Until Jeongguk quietly asks her where and she says the address of Jimin's house.
Taehyung had texted you the change in date, and while you were pleased that Jimin had been kind enough to accommodate you, you suddenly wish he hadn’t.
You stay silent as you make your ramen. Jeongguk only picking up on your irritation when he slips beside you at the table you'd bagged outside, contemplatively sipping on his banana milk.
"What's up your ass?" He questions, flicking the empty spice packet for his noodles across the table. "And aren't you freezing? There are so many seats inside, dude."
"I wanted fresh air," You reply, voice stony. The truth is you can't stand being in the same vicinity as the cashier, whose name you now knew was Nayoung after she loudly exchanged Instagram contacts with him. You'd never reacted to a girl flirting with Jeongguk like this before—and there had been a lot. Maybe it was because she was really pretty and her self-assurance matched Jeongguk's. You hate to admit it but you could see them together. Jeongguk had gained a sense of charm suddenly in the last year of high school which had inflated his ego just before university. Which consequently led to his endless reservoir of confidence which drew everyone—and you mean everyone to him. He'd taken it into his stride easily, like he was never that awkward pimple-faced adolescent boy who you once caught humping his teddy bear. The memory itself makes the corners of your lips curl up, and Jeongguk visibly relaxes at the ease spreading across your face. You hadn't noticed how tense he was.
"What's on your mind?" He pokes again, sticking his chopsticks into the blood-red broth in his cup. You can smell the pepper from here and it makes your nose tickle. You sneeze without thinking, having the courtesy to turn around at least. When you look back, nose covered with the cuff of the sweater you may have stolen from Jeongguk's closet, you're shocked to find him smiling at you. It's oddly sheepish, like he's restraining himself from letting the feeling lurking in his heart out on his face. He snaps out of it the moment he notices your staring, shifting to stuff his face with the noodles he's purchased. Your eyes flicker to the way his ears are tinged red, mind attributing it to the cold.
"Nothing. Actually—no—I'm going to drop out. This engineering thing is fisting me in the ass," you whine, hands clasping around your own noodle cup. It's pleasantly warm, the hearty beef broth wafting through the air comforting. "How can you even stomach that? It's just noodles covered in spice."
He slurps it up loudly in response, speckles of red broth hitting the sides of his face. A second later he has his mouth wide opening, huffing fast. You watch his suffering with a smile on your face, only passing the banana milk over when his face turns blotchy red.
"Fuck!" He gulps the drink down in his own sitting, the outline of his Adam's apple working hard. "God, my tongue is numb." But that doesn't stop him from going back in for more. "And what the hell are you talking about?" He adds on, mouth full of noodles. You're chewing on your own, the warmth travelling down your chest and sitting heavy in your stomach. "You're so smart! Just fist the engineering program back and graduate on top."
You roll your eyes at him, a warmth that's not from your ramen swathing your heart. "Please, you know I only have two functioning brain cells and I'm guessing my way through this."
He shakes his head, the oversized silver earrings on his ears swinging with the motion. "No. Taehyung has two functioning brain cells. Maybe even one. And he comes to class to sleep. That's the bottom rig—you're at least ten rigs above him."
There's a soft laugh floating from your lips before you can clamp it back and Jeongguk smiles at the sound of it, a gentle curve of his lips that brings the dips back in his cheeks.
"Well, you're not wrong." But your mind is doing a dangerous thing at the mention of Taehyung. There's the ghost of what happened at the library drifting before your eyes and the comfort you were feeling spoils quickly. "The cashier is cute," you comment instead. Jeongguk pauses at the new topic, honey eyes wide.
"Yeah... She is." He says it slowly, as if he knows he's treading on thin ice and he's afraid it'll shatter underneath him.
You hum, stabbing your chopsticks a little too hard at the plastic bottom of your noodle cup. "Too bad you can't do anything with her."
"What do you mean?"
"No Nut November? Don't you guys have a bet going on?" You say, staring at Jeongguk. He's folding into himself, gaze on the cashier instead of you. It leaves your heart feeling like it's been scrubbed raw.
"Uh—yeah, how did you know about that?" He rubs at the nape of his neck, the cuff of his oversized sweatshirt folded around his hand like a makeshift paw.
"I'm in the group chat," you steadily reply.
"Oh yeah. You're never active on it though."
"But I still read the messages," you say. Which is a lie. There are over a hundred notifications from that group chat on your phone. You could only stomach the flirtatious texts between Taehyung and Jimin so many times. "Are you not participating?"
"Of course I am," he bristles. "Taehyung wouldn't shut up until I agreed."
"Okay so, you can't do anything with Nayoung," you may have spat out her name, "Tomorrow night. You know you'll lose first."
He perks up at that, slamming his chopsticks on the plastic table. "Who says Taehyung and Jimin haven't already lost."
"They haven't," you calmly reply, twisting your chopsticks around.
"How do you know?" His tone is accusatory. It makes your hackles rise.
"I just know they haven't. They're pretty sure that you'll lose first," you say it nonchalantly, but there's an immediate effect on Jeongguk. One you don't really expect.
"This is Taehyung we're talking about," he grumbles, eyes narrowed. "He slept with his finance professor! I highly believe I'll last a little longer than him. As for Jimin," he tacks on, "He's got more self-control. Namjoon doesn't jerk off, he just powers down at night to recharge. If there's anyone I can last longer than, it's definitely Mister Kim Taehyung." There's a resolve in his voice that makes you want to challenge him.
"You'll lose tomorrow. Nayoung looks like she's planning the perfect costume to win you over." You gesture to where she’s stationed, her gaze coincidentally focused on the bright screen of her phone. "Halloween is scheming time for girls, you know."
"I know," he whines. "But I think I have better control over my dick than Taehyung."
"You used to hump Snuggles," you retort.
He groans loudly, ripping the beanie off his head. His long russet hair comes cascading down, curling around his head loosely. It perfectly frames his features, long enough to settle just above his eyes but not long enough for a substantial man-bun. It looks good on him regardless, making him even more attractive if you're being honest. Your fingertips burn with a longing to tuck the curls away from his pretty face.
"You swore," he says, voice low. "That you would never mention that. And I was like fourteen! I was curious!"
"Your curiosity cost Snuggles his nose."
Jeongguk had accidentally popped off the little black plastic nose one day. You'll always state it was because of his masturbation habits.
"You could have used your pillow," you reason, an eyebrow quirked.
"And give myself more acne? No thank you," he snaps back. "Anyway, I'm not going to lose because of Nayoung. Stop that idea in your head. It's nothing but a fantasy."
But then his phone pings and you read the notification before Jeongguk can snatch the device off the table. You see her name blare across the screen and the tendrils in your heart violently twist together.
He picks it up, flustered, before quickly opening the text. While his fingers are busy typing a response, you turn your head slowly, gaze landing on her through the window. There's a smug look on her face and she's twirling one long strand in her hair. There's a conflict waging between your head and your heart, one you've faced before but something about this is different.
When you glance back at Jeongguk, the smile on his lips is small and soft. It makes the knot in your heart ache, rib cage squeezed tight. Taehyung’s voice starts ringing in your head immediately. His proposition suddenly looks more appealing than it initially did. But you also feel stupid, sinking further into your chair as you watch him type away at his phone. There’s no reason for you to feel this way, none at all. You not going to give in.
(At least not yet).
mr struggle (05:24pm)
are you free? have you eaten?
gonna assume maybe and probably no
i’m on campus rn come eat with me pig head
you (05:27pm)
In a few? I’m with Namjoon and I need to finish some stuff
mr struggle (05:28pm)
okai! q(≧▽≦q)
tell me when u get here
i’m at the dining hall!
we can eat here or go out
you (05:32pm)
We can decide when I get there!
It's easy to bid Namjoon goodbye. You're both done for the night, exhausted from the long hours you'd spent glued at your respective desks, tired eyes intently reading the piles of text you both needed to review. It's nice to finally leave the silence of the library and  be greeted by the low hum of the afternoon wind blowing over the entire campus. There's the rustle of trees matching the beat of your steps as you saunter towards the dining hall. It's a decently far walk, enough to give you time to ruminate over the problems plaguing your thoughts. There's the issue of your upcoming finals sitting heavy on your head, a brutal reminder of the things you need to review if you want to make it through this semester alive. But there's also a new thought, lurking in the back of your mind like a viper biding her time to strike. It slithers there, at the edge of your subconscious as you desperately attempt to ignore it and the implications of it. You're too afraid to acknowledge its presence but as your feet thud down along the stairs leading to the dining hall, the thought rears its ugly head and strikes you right in the heart when your eyes falter on their huddled figures.
Jeongguk's head is tilted downwards, brown curls tumbling into his face. He looks pretty in the gentle glow of the lights outside the dining hall, but his attention is not on your stagnant figure. Instead, his honey eyes are focused on the person leaning into him. You know who it is, despite only seeing her once before. There's the tell-tale perfectly straight long chestnut hair falling down her poised back. There's one hand twirling a lone strand around her finger, a graceful playfulness that you’ve never possessed fueling the dainty movement. Although you can’t see it, you know it’s there, that delicate petal pink smile that paints features elegantly. It's hard to forget what Nayoung looks like, not when she's been on the back burner of your mind for the past few hours. Her face is burned into your memory. 
You can't read his gaze but there's that familiar crinkle around his bright eyes and a soft smile on his lips that makes your heart thud dangerously inside your chest. This emotion you're feeling is odd. Not because it’s new—it feels like it's always been there actually, residing quietly in your heart. For some reason it's loud now, roaring in your blood with a determination to be heard. Instead, you blink it into submission, eyes dry from staring for so long. Rather than walking up to them, like you know you should, you spin around on your heels, grateful Jeongguk hasn’t seen you yet because he’s too busy murmuring something into Nayoung’s ear. 
You pathetically flee, hoping he's still too entrapped by her smile to glance up. Your feet move fast, thudding hard against the bricked ground at the same tempo as your beating heart. There's a strange heat building in your face, one that makes your head spin every time you close your eyes. A part of you knows you're being irrational. It's undeniable really, who runs away from meeting their best-friend just because you saw them with a girl? It doesn't make any sense, you're acting like you're in high school all over again. But you can’t bear to walk towards them when your heart is almost breaking out of your chest. 
They look nice  together. Perfectly curled into each other as the breeze wraps around them. You could see the brightness in Jeongguk's eyes bright as he looked into hers even with the distance. It felt like you were intruding, just from looking at them. It’s an emotion that’s familiar, but you’d been able to brush it off in the past. Why you’re failing to do it with Nayoung baffles you. She’s not even officially dating him (yet) and you already feel discarded. At the edge of his life as you greedily peer at something you have no right to look at. It leaves you tore and hollow, ripped bare like the branches battered by the wind above your head. The only thing you can do is walk onwards, stomach sinking to the earth when your phone vibrates in your pocket. 
It’s dug out reluctantly, but you don’t have the heart to ignore it when you know exactly who the messages are from even with the aching pang that resounds through your chest when you read the texts.
mr struggle (05:41pm)
hello? >﹏<
where are u?
Your fingers hang suspended over the keyboard, trapped in trepidation. 
mr struggle (05:41pm)
it's cold!! my buttcheeks are freezing!! hurry up!!
You pause, your brain still trying to weigh the options you have. It would be easy to just walk back to them and greet Nayoung like a normal person, not a college student who's behaving like they are in high school. But there's also an apprehension freezing your limbs, the image of them together still making your stomach feel funny. You decide then, quickly, when the wind picks up, a brutal breeze hitting you hard, that you can't do this. Not now. Not when there's a similar gale wreaking havoc inside of you.
you (05:44pm)
Sorry can I rain check?
Joon and I decided to stay longer
mr struggle (05:44pm)
Do you want me to bring you anything?
you (05:45pm)
I’m okay
mr struggle (05:46pm)
You sure?
you (05:54pm)
Yeah I’m sure :)
You don't wait for him to respond, tucking your phone right back into your pocket and snuggling your neck further into the collar of your jacket. You move quickly against the wind. You’re still somewhat embarrassed, the rashness of your decision making you cringe. But you also can't imagine forcing yourself between them. Why would he want you around when Nayoung was there? That's the thought that keeps your feet moving forward, steps loud against the ground.
Maybe the stars are in Taehyung’s favour afterall.
you (07:43pm)
I was thinking
I’lll do it
male villanelle (07:55pm)
you (07:56pm)
The bet? Between the two of us? The thing about JK?
male villanelle (08:02pm)
yes! :)
u got a costume?
for tomorrow
for jimin's party
you (08:05pm)
Do we have to go? 
male villanelle (08:10pm)
of course we are jk is going to be there
so do you have a costume?
you (08:11pm)
I don't lol
I'll wear whatever
male villanelle (08:12pm)
no! come over tomorrow 
i've got the perfect costume
you (8:13pm)
Okay… It’s nothing crazy right?
male villanelle (08:13pm)
of course not 😊😊😊
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breakiebunny · 6 months ago
Willow| JJK
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Summary: You were always there for Jungkook, no matter the intensity of the trouble he was in, you were always there for him.
genre: college student! Jungkook x reader!, best friends to lovers.
Warnings/tags: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, oral, mentions of unprotected sex, panic attacks, insecurities, accidental pregnancy/child, dirty talk, pet names.
Words: 23.7K
A.N: Hello, it is finally here, i hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think with your comments and asks, knowing what you guys think mean the world to me, really you have no idea how that lifts up my spirits when I don`t feel motivated, anyways, please enjoy lovelies <33333
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You look around the coffee shop where Jungkook was supposed to meet you twenty minutes ago, you didn’t plan on meeting him there, it was just understood between the two of you even a ritual if you had to give it a word, both of you came to this shop to grab coffee before your classes and usually you were the one getting late not him, never him, never even when you were kids, Jungkook was always the impatient one, his impatient nature forced him to do things early, meeting you somewhere to hangout was nothing different, he was always before time and you were glad because you never had to wait instead, you always got scolded for not being on time even if you are five minutes late. You lean back in the seat, chewing on your bottom lip as you look outside the window. No sign of him. You look down at you phone, his chat still open, a thread of your messages sent to him can be seen but still nothing from him, he wasn’t even at home when you left in the morning. You huff. Is he okay? Your best friend instinct kicks in.
He never takes care of himself, he`s careless like that, plays with a band in the college and they have gigs even on week days sometimes, he`s always sleep deprived on those days, if it was up to him he would run on caffeine and sour patch kids for the rest of his life, meal prep or real food was not really his thing because deep down Jungkook knew you would never let him starve, he can be careless all he wants but you will never let him go a day without a good nap and homemade food. You can never. He knew that and he was thankful for you in more in than one ways, he cried tears of joy the day he got accepted in the same university as you but of course he will never tell anyone that, separation anxiety from you would really fuck him up. It was not planned consciously that the two of you had to be in the same college but you two had sent applications to all the colleges together so when you decided where you wanted to go, Jungkook hoped he would get accepted in that one too and he did thankfully and to be honest you were thankful that he chose that same college as well. Your mother was very happy to hear the news, after your father left you and her one day out of nowhere to start a new life with his second wife, your mother was broken, devastated, weak but at the same time she raised you like a father and mother both, the Jeon family and their dumb son were a breath of fresh air in your boring and broken life, they accepted you and your mother like a family member and you could tell after so long your mother didn’t feel lonely anymore, she had a friend in Mrs. Jeon, a brother in Mr. Jeon and a son in Jungkook. The parents were over the moon that the two of you will be together to help each other out away from home and nothing really changed except for the location and that now you two slept under the same roof daily and not just for sleepovers. It was really fun and a dream come true really to be able to live with your best friend.
You get up, taking his coffee with you and leave, your class starts in ten minutes, hopefully you`ll find him on your way to class, but no there was no sign of him anywhere. You try calling him but he doesn’t pick up. Oh well maybe he had a show last night, he must be tired. You shove the phone back in your pocket and head to class. Your mind still on your dumb best friend and his reckless lifestyle. Why is he like this? You huff once again, not knowing how to fix that asshole so that he acts something like a normal human being.
After your classes for the day, you decide to catch up on some lessons in the library but before that you decide to check your phone once again, give Jungkook a little piece of your mind.
“Jungkook, your mids are close, you better be shaking sick in the bed to miss a whole day of classes or else I`m going to break your nose, take care, I love you and eat something” you text him with a small smile. You knew he has more than one reasons to be in bed right now, more than you would like to admit and if he is not home yet that means he`s over some girl`s place, still in dreamland, his phone on silent. Were you jealous of all these other girls? Yes and no. you were actually jealous of Jungkook, jealous of how he can keep his feelings at border so much that his booty calls are almost “Proffessional”, jealous of how he can just brush off all this intimate connection between him and the other person like its something casual, of course you have gone through that stage where you thought “Oh damn, my best friend is hot” in the heat and high of puberty you two have kissed a few times, gentle pecks here and there and that you think about and get a good deep chuckle. Those pecks were a terrible practice for the real deal. You giggle at the memory when you first had your first real kiss with a boy named Jaebeom and when he tried to deepen the kiss you pushed him and ran, thinking that`s not what me and Jungkook practiced for, nope this one is different, this one is not right. Thankfully you have not embarrassed yourself by confessing your one true love to Jungkook in the heat of the moment at thirteen years old or else that idiot would`ve made your life a living hell, even now in college, you were glad that wave of loving your best friend came by itself and went by itself too. You would like to think that it passed and what you feel right now about him is just you being the bestest best friend, of course it is, come on? You`re not thirteen anymore and neither is he, you two are best friends but he`s the total opposite of you, he`s serious about nothing, mostly nothing.
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Your feet and back are killing you when you arrive outside the house you and Jungkook shared, it was a cozy, small and homely house, you loved it and so did Jungkook. Your fingers press into your nape to ease some tension there, hours of bending it on the study table was showing its effects now, you hope Jungkook was home and hopefully he ordered something and not cooked something himself because that will only make your blood pressure shoot up, he`s a messy cook and then he pouts and whines his way into talking you into helping him clean the kitchen, you help him of course, who would? If you didn’t. You walked into a silent home, hmm that was unusual, maybe Jungkook isn’t home. Did he get scared of your little threat via text earlier? You chuckle, placing your keys on the table; your bag falls down your shoulder when you hear a distant clank of pots in the kitchen. Oh no! is he cooking something? You rush to the kitchen to stop him, tell him to order something; even pineapple pizza would be fine rather than having to clean up the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen to see Jungkook by the counter, mixing what looked like some powder milk into a glass, maybe it was his protein shake or something, the portion was very little but what do you know?
“Hey.” You say, a little relieved that your friend has not decided to cook anything.
“Hey…y/n…you`re home early.” He looks like he`s seen a ghost, maybe you looked like one right now after your exhausting day.
“Yeah, I took a day off from work, I was so fucking tired.” You exhale loudly walking towards him lazily. “What are you doing?” you ask him, grabbing yourself some water.
“I…” His voice cracks, when you turn towards him.
“Jungkook, are you okay? You don’t look too good.” You notice the way his complexion is drained of all color, his long brownish black hair flop on his eyes in multiple little curls making him look so cute it had to be illegal because he wasn’t even trying; his pouty pink lips were dry as he licked them out of habit.
“Jungkook? What happened? You`re scaring me.” You walk around the isle to get closer to him he squirms a little, adjusting his posture like he was hiding something behind his back.
“Jungkook, what are you…” you move towards him, trying to look past him. “What did you spill this time? Show me dumb bitch, I will kill…” you were furious, trying to move him to the side, after one significant push, you manage to push him to the side, but you wish you hadn’t. You inhale an audible breath in, your palm pressed to your mouth.
“Y/n…please…let me…” Jungkook holds out his trembling hands to hold your forearms, his eyes switching from yours to the ground.
“Jungkook, what is this? Oh my god!” your words are mumbled against your palm as you look down at a peacefully sleeping baby.
“Y/n…I`m sorry…I…” Jungkook finally breaks down, now you understand why he looked so disheveled.
“Jungkook, hey…ssh, calm down, whose baby is this? Don’t tell me you stole a baby kook.” you hold him closer to you, he leans into your touch just like he always did. You were his safe place, where he knew, he will not be judged, where he knew, he would get help and solutions to his problems.
“Y/n.” he looks at you, tears and fear swimming in his big eyes, the thin red veins creating a web in the whites of his eyes as he sniffles, bottom lip trembling. This was serious.
“She is mine.” Jungkook breathes out and you forget how to breathe as you stare at him wide eyed not knowing what to do. A soft cry of the baby laying down in the cot makes you break away your fixed stare on the boy in front of you, your eyes focus on his pale face, tears sticking to his colorless cheeks making a trail down to his chin, he hiccups, he`s been crying, maybe for hours. You bend down to pick up the small human being from the cot, you took babysitting jobs before college but never for a baby this small, she was literally a baby, not even a year old. You think.
“Hey, hey…shhh…shhh, you`re okay…sshh.” You cradle her on your shoulder, her small face finds warmth in the crook of your neck as you rub her back, that seems to calm to her down a bit as she whimpers softly against your shoulder, she was not crying anymore but you could feel that she was uncomfortable.
“Why the fuck did you bring her in the kitchen Jungkook? It`s freezing in here.” You hiss walking out of the kitchen, the baby cradled in your arm carefully, she makes a sound as she gets comfortable in your hold, Jungkook gulps, following you. you knew you both didn’t have a blanket her size, so you go to your room and take out your soft woolen lilac colored cardigan.
“Spread it on the bed.” You motion with your head when you see Jungkook lingering by your door. He moves quickly on his feet, his eyes are still frantic as he is wondering why you`re not shaking up a storm right now, but how could you? not when you had the most angelic looking baby girl in your arms, not when her dumb father was planning on freezing her to death. Your room was warmer, you put her small body on the cardigan, wrapping both sides of it around her carefully so that she`s covered well, she tries to kick the fabric off with a happy cry making you give her a smile, her round doe eyes looking back at you, they looked awfully familiar.
“Does she have a feeder? I think she`s gonna be upset without it.” You pick her up from the bed.
“No, nothing came with her.” Jungkook says like he`s explaining that his favorite toy didn’t come with some spare parts.
“It`s 1pm Jungkook, don’t tell me you didn’t feed her? When did she come here?” you hold the baby close to your chest, she snuggles in the warmth making your heart clench.
“I got her from the hospital at around 9 in the morning, the nurse fed her and changed her diaper, she told me.” He says looking down at his feet; his voice didn’t hold that energy it usually held.
“Jeon Jungkook, you can`t even go an hour without pigging out on something and you kept this poor baby hungry for hours?” your voice was low enough for the anger you were feeling right now, no wonder this poor child was fussy.
“Babies this small need to be fed like every hour or something,” you say walking towards the door.
“Come on, we`re going to get her some things.” You tell him.
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You two come back with lots of bags, all of them held by Jungkook as you held the baby, she was changed and fed at the baby store, the owner was a very nice middle aged woman who took you and Jungkook as a clueless young couple and you played along with it, not really seeing the point in explaining something you didn’t even understand yourself, you were shook to the core by the news, Jungkook? A father? How? When? Why? You had all kinds of questions for him but right now you couldn’t lash out on him, you had this infant in your arms, it was not her fault that her parents are some irresponsible horny teenagers, this little angel deserved nothing of your anger and you were planning on keeping it that way. You will talk to Jungkook, maybe when she`ll be asleep. The lady in the store had hooked you on the right formula for a baby her age; she said that her experience says she looks five to six months old, you took her word for it because by the time you got to the store the baby in your arms was shaking up the entire block with her cries and screams earning you few judgmental glares and stares. Jungkook behind you closely without a word, he was mostly silent, doing what you told him to do.
She looked peaceful after she got her diaper changed and got fed, sleeping against your chest, your arm was cramped but you didn’t dare move it, getting out of the car carefully. When did you get to this point? You didn’t even thought of something like this when you woke up this morning. Jungkook, you little…The baby whimpers.
“Sshh, sshh” you loll her a little close to you and she calms down again. Jungkook opens the door for you and you go straight for your room, placing her on your bed, putting two pillows on either side of her just to be careful, the new baby pink blanket with small teddy bears on it was handed to you by Jungkook, he hesitated, he looked sad, nothing like Jungkook and it broke your heart, you take it from his hand and put it on the sleeping fairy. This was not what she deserved, she should not be greeted with a sad and scared father, she should make him happy, happy for her to be in his life. Your heart broke at the thought when you looked down at her and back to Jungkook, your anger dissolving quickly, it was done and you or Jungkook couldn’t do anything about it.
“Y/n..” Jungkook says.
“Shh.” You cut him off and walk towards the door; he takes the hint when you hold the door for him, shutting it slowly as you two walk towards the living room. You plop down on the couch, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“You were about to give her formula for two year olds and that too in a glass.” You can`t help but chuckle at Jungkook`s idiot tendencies, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands.
“I just grabbed whatever in hurry from the hospital pharmacy; I didn’t know they make…it for different ages.” Now it makes sense, why the pharmacy guy was looking at him a little weird.
“So…what is all of this kook? Can you help me understand?” you say leaning back on the couch, you were not angry like you were earlier, you were genuinely curious about how he got himself into this situation, it was not surprising that he attracted trouble once again, the kind of trouble was a little alarming this time though, this was some serious stuff. A child? This Jungkook who was smashed on this couch after emptying his guts on the side walk last weekend is now a father on a Wednesday afternoon?
“Do you remember Hanee?” He says timidly, still afraid that you will get angry, you did all the time when he got in trouble but you also helped him, helped him get out of those problems like no one did. You were a mystery to him, you always have been. He has done so many things for you to break this friendship with him, but you didn’t and he was thankful for it because honestly he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you weren’t there. He can take on a fight against a dragon if you said he could do it, he`s dependent on you, too much for a person who doesn’t like to be attached to anyone or anything but it was you, you were an exception.
“The waitress from that bar your band played at?” of course you remember Hanee, tall, brunette, dimples, bright eyes, just gorgeous. Of course you remember her, how could you not? Her screams and moans are still etched into your mind when one day Jungkook decided to bring her back to the house, he never really brought his hook ups home out of respect or maybe he didn’t wanted the morning to be awkward, always spent the night at the girl`s place if he had to and you thanked God for this because that night was, well, really loud. You and your poor neighbors didn’t get a lick of sleep. Jungkook didn’t knew you were home, you said you would spend the night at Soojung`s place but something came up and you had to come back home. Jungkook froze in his place when he saw you coming out of your room the next morning. You acted as if nothing happened, balancing out the awkwardness by snatching his breakfast from him making him shake his head as he slid his coffee cup towards you as well.
“Yeah” he sighs. “She called me last night and told me I had a daughter, I didn’t believe her at first, I thought maybe she`s just joking but then she sent me the DNA reports y/n, she is…mine.” Jungkook flinches as he says that, it was scary, you knew it was. He was in college right now, he lived his life on the edge, you knew the thought of being tied down was eating him up, the thought of everyone knowing that he is now a father was eating him up. He was scared, you knew that.
“I couldn’t sleep the entire night and when I was about to come tell you about it, I got a call from the hospital that my daughter is there for a routine check up and that her mother said to call you to pick her up.” His voice shakes, you knew he was trying to keep it together, you move near him, pressing your hand into his shoulder, rubbing it lightly. “Y/n I didn’t know what to do, I…I didn’t know, I just brought her home…I`m sorry.” He was frantic now, his hands gesturing vaguely to nothing really as his eyes overflow with tears, bottom lip trembling as he spoke breaking your heart at the sight. You didn’t like this Jungkook, not at all.
“Jungkook, hey…it`s okay.” You make him face you, running your thumbs on his cheeks to wipe off the tears.
“It`s okay, I understand, you don’t need to be sorry okay.” You smooth his hair with a small smile, he sniffles, lips turned into a frown as he focuses on your words, trying not cry again.
“When they called me, I just…I just couldn’t leave her there…she had no one and she was sick.” He whispers, his voice was groggy and scratchy from all the crying, he looked so tired.
“I know, I know.” You hug him tight, he lets out a relieved sigh, squeezing you in his arms a little too tight, like you were keeping him from falling, maybe you were.
“I got scared, y/n I`m so scared, I don’t…I don’t know what to do.” He clings onto you as he sobs into the crook of your neck.
“I know, it`s too much kookie, but hey, look at me.” You make him look at you. “We will figure this out together okay, you fucked up, I`m gonna be honest with you but hey you always fuck up and we find a way through it all, right?” you let out a soft chuckle, wiping his tears with the sleeve of your sweater. His lips twitch a little as he nods.
“Go and get some sleep, you look dead.” You pinch his swollen red nose. “Did you eat anything?” you ask him softly and he shakes his head. “Not hungry.” He whispers.
“Okay.” You say. “Just take a nap for me okay? You cannot think straight without sleep.” You usher him off the couch and he gets up, a little hesitant, he lingers a little farther from the couch.
“Go.” You say sternly and watch him turn away from you and go inside his room. You fall back into the couch, you told Jungkook that you two will figure out all of this together but honestly you were scared shitless too, how can you tell him to handle being a single father at his age? How can you do anything for that matter? His parents? What about them? They will cause a scene for sure.
You get up and go back to your room, the mild and pleasant fragrance of baby powder was already in the air of your room, it calmed your senses for some reason as you tip toe towards the bed to see her sleeping peacefully in the same position you left her in, she`s too small to change sides I guess. You think with a shrug, slowly replacing one pillow on her side with yourself.
“You`re really pretty aren’t you?” you whisper, your face inches away from her. She looked like a doll, chubby little hands curled into fists, pink lips in a pout, her eyelashes were the prettiest, the cute little button nose was calling for a boop. “We must give you a pretty name too huh angel?” you can`t help but feel soft for the small bundle of pure happiness in your bed right now.
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You wake to the soft whimper of the little lady sharing your bed, as if she was being polite and considerate enough to not scream and wail and give you a heart attack.
“I`m up, I`m awake with you, here look.” You croak sitting up quickly, her round eyes stare back at you, her eyes were so pretty, they were identical to Jungkook`s, the realization made your heart grow with fondness, she looked a lot like him, even without a DNA test you would’ve believed she was Jungkook`s child. You pick her up in hopes of calming her down but she was still uncomfortable.
“Hungry?” you coo, she blinks up at you, still wriggling in your hold. “Let me check your diaper hm bambi?” you smile at her; your heart was warm even when you were awake at ass o clock in the morning. You walk out of the room with her snuggled close to your chest, her diaper was not dirty yet but she was being fussy again so you immediately start making her bottle once you enter the kitchen.
“I know, I know, being hungry is not fun right? I know.” You coo, lolling her as you shake her bottle. You surprise yourself with how well you`re multitasking right now but she`s so small so it`s easy for you to handle her with one arm.
“Almost done, 18, 19, 20…there you go.” You push the rubber nipple past her small mouth, she latches onto it like a starved little puppy, letting out a satisfied hum as the liquid pours down her throat, her small hand coming to mindlessly play your hand holding the bottle up.
“Good? Look at you, you were so hungry.” You giggle at the way she`s desperately trying to suck on the nipple, whimpering when she works her little lungs a little too much. You check the time on the kitchen clock. 5 Am. You can manage two more hours of sleep before your first class.
“Are you dozing off again ma`am?” you whisper with a smile watching her eyelashes flutter, thankful that she just wanted her bottle and didn’t chose violence overall. You walk back to your room, she doesn’t wake up, her tummy is full lulling her to deep slumber again. You decide to jump under the covers yourself wanting to hold onto the precious strands of sleep you can get before mids and now with a baby in the mix, you had a feeling you will not get any anyways. Sleep was ready to knock you out the moment your head touched the pillow.
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You wake up again to your bed getting dipped a little, you open your eyes slowly, a frown on your forehead by the sunlight coming in your room, Jungkook was hovering over the baby to pick her up, that was completely unnecessary but hey he didn’t do it once before he became a father well…yesterday.
“Hey.” You rub your eyes.
“Hey, sorry to wake you up, she was up so I thought I`ll take her out of your room so you could…” He looks a lot better than last night, his long hair were wavy after the shower, wet strands moving as he sat back on the bed, his hand on his daughter`s small foot, his daughter? That sounded so weird and strange but it was the ultimate truth of his life, your life. Your best friend/sometimes crush was now a parent. Life really takes unexpected turns, you never understand that until one of its turns hit you in the face out of a sudden.
“No, no it`s fine, I have to get up for class.” You get up gathering your hair behind your back.
“Oh you`re up too bambi.” Why were you in such a great mood was beyond you, maybe it was the beaming face of the happy baby with big doe eyes blinking back at you, she was starting to recognize you. she breathes a loud happy sigh, her toothless smile making your heart jump as she kicks around.
“Oh you like your nickname little bambi?” you kneel to smother your face in her little stomach making her giggle, her small hands grabbing onto your hair giving it quite a yank.
“Ow, ow” you laugh trying to pry her little iron grip on your strands. “You`re one strong little lady.” You rub your roots, clearly feeling the yank on your sensitive scalp. Jungkook was watching the scene before his eyes silently, you didn’t like how quiet he was, it was not him.
“Jungkook, are you okay?” you turn your attention to him, he jumps, you flinch.
“Y-yeah.” He stutters and your heart shatters with it. This boy was not Jungkook.
“Kook, I know this is hard, I really do trust me, and I`m telling you this is not ideal for you right now when you are still in college.” You hold his hand, it was cold as ice, you feel his breath hitch at your words as he looks at you with glassy eyes.
“But” you rub his knuckles with your warm thumb. “It happened okay? And we`ll go through this together, I`m with you in this, I will never leave you alone kook, just please I don’t want you to shut yourself up and walk on eggshells around me or anyone.” You move forward to hug his arm, resting your head on the round of his shoulder, you feel his breath shudder as if he was trying not to cry.
“I`m scared y/n. what will mom and dad say? What will the world say?” you hear him sniffle through whispers.
“I don’t know honestly Jungkook, I don’t, I wish I did and I wish to make it easier for you but I can`t, I`m sorry, you have to be strong and I promise I will never leave your side through it all.” You sit back to look at him, his nose was red again; you wipe his cheeks with your fingers.
“Stop crying, even your baby doesn’t cry this much idiot.” You press your lips together to stop yourself from giggling so near to his face.
“Thank you, I honestly thought you would kill me before I even have to worry about others.” He laughs, the sound going straight to your heart making it grow. “now that you haven’t, I don’t know what to do about the rest of the world.” He smiles, the small dimple pops in his cheek making him look exactly like the infant lying on your bed, pure and innocent.
“You`re such a drama queen, I would never kill you, you know that.” You flick his forehead and he winces rubbing the abused area. “I would just break your arm, but hey I didn’t.” you raise both of your hands in defense when he freezes comically at your words.
“Because have you seen this pretty little bambi? How can I ever be mad that you brought her home hmm?” you pick her up, your baby voice making Jungkook laugh loudly, this time the baby turns her head towards the musical sound, obviously hearing it for the first time and you can tell she likes it because she smiles and cackles at her father.
“Bambi?” Jungkook asks rather amused at your nickname for her.
“Yes bambi, look at her eyes kook, she looks just like bambi awwww!” you coo when she switches her big eyes from her father to you when you speak, the sound of your voice more familiar to her senses.
“Jeon Bambi? Does have a kick to it right?” he says ruffling his semi wet hair a little. You smack him on the back of his head.
“Ah, what?” he cries out, bambi giggles.
“I swear to God I`m gonna kill you if you name your daughter bambi Jungkook, she`s MY bambi, but she has to have a name, a real name you imbecile.” You frown.
“I know, I was just joking.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. He wasn’t joking and you knew it. You roll your eyes.
“Can`t believe this thing is your dad now angel.” You pout looking down at bambi. “But don’t worry you`ll have me with you, I`ll keep you safe.” You hop off the bed with her, your grin not faltering. Jungkook lets out a soundless chuckle, you looked so happy, it was not a new thing for him really, you were always a happy and positive person but today you were glowing, Jungkook would be lying if he said that he never saw you in any other light than just being his best friend because he has, you two were each other`s first kiss, it sounds cliché well it does to Jungkook but he thinks that you cannot forget your first kiss no matter how hard you try no matter how bad it was, you just can`t get that moment out of your head and it was the same for Jungkook, he had kissed another girl on the playground in that same week but he couldn’t even remember her name and the innocent little pecks that you two considered “Practice” were something he cannot forget, not even now when his track record of making out and sleeping around has just gone through the roof, whatever he does, whenever he feels lonely at the most crowded and nicest places, he thinks of you, he thinks of how you treat him, he thinks whether he deserves someone like you in his life or not?, is he selfish to always want to tie you down with him? You never really went out except sometimes with your girlfriends from class, was it because of him? Was he too much to handle? In his own ego and need to be independent, he often takes initiative to be responsible, to be enough for himself, handle himself like you handle him with so much ease and grace, he even wants to take care of you show you that you`re nothing special and he can do what you do just fine but that`s a dark part of him, a part of him that envied you, that wanted to be you, you were the ideal human being for him ever since childhood and what irritated that dark part of him the most was how easy you pulled all of this perfection off, just like right now, he watches you place a soft kiss on his daughter`s head like she was yours, she was not and you met her yesterday but you accepted her like your own, you didn’t sit down losing all hope, you didn’t scream and shout at him like he would do in this situation and then regret it later, you came up with solutions, you calmed him down, you made him feel safe even when he fucked up and bad. How do you do that? He hates that he can never find out, he couldn’t in all these years and he knew he couldn’t in the rest of his life. He was also feeling a little tug of jealousy watching you with this little intruder, will you give all your attention to her now? Does he have to “grow up” now? Will you always be with “your bambi” now? You two looked perfect together, pure, innocent and just beautiful, where does he stand in all of this? Self doubts cloud his mind just like they always did.
“Oh look, my first class got cancelled, so I can stay here with bambi while you go and take your classes for the day okay?” you look up from your phone, bambi still tucked close into your arms, here you were pulling him back in the little circle you made, a circle that is safe, a circle that is home, care and love and you never forgot to pull him in this little home. The space was wide enough for him and his daughter that even her mother abandoned. It was big and airy because your heart was big and airy and just beautiful.
“Jungkook?” your soft voice says and he jumps out of his thoughts. “You don’t have to worry one bit alright? You can trust me with her, I`ll keep her safe.” You tease with a smirk on your soft, slightly sleep swollen features. Of course you would, he wasn’t even thinking of not trusting you with his child. In just one day, you were more of a guardian to her than he was; he was practically starving her until you came.
“Yeah, okay.” He says slowly shifting his eyes from your face.
“Yeah, go study hard kook, don’t worry about a thing, I have it all planned and ready to go!” you lean forward to place a feathery kiss on the apple of his cheek, the skin flutters after your lips leave it. It wasn’t something unusual, cheek kisses, head kisses even forehead kisses were a normal occurrence throughout your life but something about this whole situation was not normal, he doesn’t know if its just him but he can`t help but feel different about…everything even…you. maybe he was going mad, but he thinks he can think a little weird right now, nothing that happened to him in the last 24 hours was normal.
“Okay” he ends up smiling fondly at you. his daughter was just like him, already looking at you like you were the guiding star in her little and limited world.
“Great! Go get ready.” You push his shoulder to usher him out of the room.
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Bambi has a name now, Haru, meaning “day” more like a day in the spring and that`s what she was, fresh and welcoming as spring, beautiful like a bright sunny day that keeps you warm and light even if you are feeling down, but she was still your bambi, she responded more to bambi and was very fond of you in general, seeking the motherly warmth and love in your embrace and little pats on her back. She was a calm baby by nature, really patient for babies her age, an angel, Jungkook was still getting used to all of this of course, he`s still awkward in holding her, feeding her, changing her diaper and all that but he was trying you could tell. He holds her at arm`s length like she is something lethal which never fails to make you laugh, just like right now, he was sitting on the couch in the living room holding Haru on his lap, she was away from the warmth and home of his torso, angel baby almost perched on his knees.
“Jungkook, I swear to God if you don’t hold her like a normal human being I will smack you across the face and step on your foot.” You glare at him, he was annoying.
“I am!” He almost whines, just like he always did when he was being defensive.
“No you`re not, you`re holding her like she is gonna bite you, look at her she`s so uncomfortable.” Your eyes soften when you look at the little girl who`s gotten a little chubbier and rounder making her look like a dumpling, the rolls in her bread thighs made it completely impossible for you to stop yourself from biting her. She has her small index finger in her mouth, round eyes fixed on the confused and awkward looking man holding her as she sucks on her finger to ease her own nerves. She was fond of him, you can tell by the way her eyes light up when he`s around or when he`s holding her even if it`s like this.
“I`m trying.” He whispers, looking down at the beautiful girl in a plaid black and red overall. He was, he really was but nothing prepares you for sudden parenthood, not even planned parenthood prepares you for this, the idea of a small human baby that relies on you for everything was terrifying to him, he couldn’t even take care of himself, he thanks the gods for your existence or else he would’ve gone mad.
“Just” you sit next to him, placing your hands on his warm ones holding Haru, “show a little love kook, that`s all she wants.” You say softly, you knew it was hard for him, you often felt bad for snapping at him when he forgets to change her diaper, feed her or play with her.
“A little closer, snuggle with this snuggle bunny.” You coo looking down at bambi who starts giggling watching you after like thirty minutes, finally some interaction instead of an awkward fool holding her like she was a hot potato. Jungkook is still frozen by your side.
“Come on kook, you love cuddles so much!” you jump on the couch, moving behind him to sit on the back rest of the couch, his body automatically making place for you to get comfortable. Your knees almost get tucked in under his arms, touching his ribs as if to hold him in place so that he doesn’t escape away from the little tutorial on cuddling you`re about to give him.
“And once you cuddle little Haru, you will never want any cuddles from anyone even me.” You lower your upper body on his shoulders, your hands bringing his along with the baby closer to his torso. Your chin rested on his shoulder.
“That`s not even possible.” He says in a hum, face turning towards yours on his shoulder, warm breath hitting your face, this was way too close, way too intimate but you stand your ground, keeping your heart tightly inside your chest when it wants to fly out, what if he can hear it trying to drum its way out of your chest against his back? Your eyes flicker to his doe ones, they were brown and soft and honeyed. This is bad; you gulp and see him lick his lips, his cheeks looking soft and pink from this close, the little dent he got in a fight with his brother looked like an art statement of an artist but also offensive on his overall smooth skin. You clear your throat.
“Yeah yeah, we`ll see.” You try to loosen the coil tightening in your stomach, lifting your chin up to create some distance. The scent of his shampoo filling your senses for a bit. His head follows your movements almost in confusion of the moment, his heart was beating in his ears, his throat was constricted for some reason. It was you, just you, you who scolded him; you who pinches the inside of his arm because it hurts the most. Just you but he wasn’t just him.
“For now, can you please just hold her with a little more care? She`s terrified.” You brush your hair back with a soft chuckle, a try to suppress your own nerves. You bring yourself back to hold his arms bringing Haru closer to him, he flinches when she touches his torso, her small head resting on his arm.
“Relax” you whisper near his ear and feel him soften up a bit; you rub the back of his hand holding the baby. “Like this, see? This is perfect.” You tell him with a smile, he looks down at his daughter, the corners of his mouth twitching.
“This feels…nice.” He turns towards you, eyes glassy.
“Yeah? Told you, you just need to show her love, it`ll feel nice.” You pinch his nose, he scrunches it, you lose it.
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Jungkook was about to leave the class when Mr. Lee stopped him.
“Mr. Jeon, can you please see me in my office after lunch?” Mr. Lee looks up from his laptop.
“Of course Sir.” Jungkook says, a little scared, what did he want? He didn’t even score bad in his subject, you were always on his tail to make him study while Haru was either with you or at the day care.
He didn’t feel like eating anything today but you came in like a gush of wind during the gap in your class and handed him your half eaten sub and a brownie you made last night. He ate it all just because you told him to.
His steps towards Mr. Lee`s office are slow, his nerves heightening with each passing moment. He could not afford trouble, not right now, his parents didn’t even know about Haru and if he gets in trouble in his studies, his Dad will flip out on him and it`ll not be pretty considering he`s never really happy with what Jungkook does. He knocks on the door, each knock hitting his heart.
“Come in.” comes the voice of Mr. Lee. Jungkook walks in slowly, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.
“Mr. Jeon, please take a seat.” Mr. Lee points at the seat in front of his desk. Jungkook sits.
“I`m sorry, I should’ve told you that it was nothing related to your studies that I wanted to discuss, my apologies if I caused any distress.” Mr. Lee chuckles, probably noticing Jungkook out of his skin. This calms down Jungkook down visibly.
“Oh no Sir, it`s completely fine.” He straightens up, clearing his throat. Mr. Lee nods understandingly.
“Mr. Jeon, I want to discuss something with you that is not about your studies or anything academic in fact. Please know that I want nothing but the best for you as your teacher, please don’t misunderstand my intentions.” Mr. Lee rests his elbows on the table. Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, confused as to what he has to say other than academics.
“I…understand Mr. Lee.” Jungkook shifts in his seat.
“Jungkook, I know that you have a daughter.” Mr. Lee lets out a breath. Jungkook looks at him thinking simply, So? What about it?
“I do...” Jungkook lingers, not really sure of where this was going.
“You`re young Mr. Jeon, full of dreams, aspirations and a child might tie you down with them.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jungkook frowns, completely missing the point of his teacher telling him all of this, yes he has missed few of his classes in the beginning of the semester because he had to go with you to the doctor for Haru`s monthly checkup. Whatever it was, Jungkook thought it was completely unnecessary, inappropriate even for him to tell him something like that.
“Mr. Lee, I don’t really understand what you mean.” Jungkook leans forward a little as if closing the distance between the two of them will make him understand what he was saying.
“I will say it again, please don’t misunderstand, you have a lot of potential, if not in studies, in your hobby, music, I`ve heard nothing but good things about your skills and having a child at this age will only limit your horizons, you will have to give up a lot of things for the sake of your child.” Mr. Lee said with an exhale, Jungkook couldn’t understand why that man was going in circles. He just gives him a questioning look, encouraging Mr. Lee to go on.
“Mr. Jeon…” Mr. Lee reaches out in the file in front of him, takes out a brochure, a purple and yellow shiny paper and slides it towards Jungkook.
“This is…an adoption brochure, I really hope you give this a chance and if this is not what you want to do, my brother…” he straightens up, his eyes waver when he looks at Jungkook, “My brother and his wife are also looking to adopt a child, they are good people Mr. Jeon, who really want to be parents, if you…”
“Mr. Lee, I don’t want to discuss this any further, this is my personal matter and I`m not looking for giving up my daughter for adoption, it never crossed my mind and it never will.” Jungkook gets up with a quick movement, the chair behind him lifting off of the ground, how can someone think he will give away his child?
“Jungkook, please don’t react like this, this is a normal thing that a lot of young parents do when they can`t handle a child on their own, a young child needs a stable home, two parents and a lot of financial support that a young and jobless father like yourself cannot afford to provide.” Mr. Lee walks over to Jungkook.
Jungkook feels his throat dry up, was he not good enough of a father for his own daughter? Was he not enough for anyone in his life? What is he? Is he nothing but a disappointment to everyone around him?
“Please think about it, I`m not forcing you or anything, it`s your choice at the end of the day Mr. Jeon.” Mr. Lee picks up the brochure and shoves it in the side pocket of Jungkook`s bag. Jungkook was so lost in his thoughts to stop him, was Mr. Lee right? Should he think about this? He never felt this way, he never really had to sacrifice anything because…you were there for both him and Haru, you never really made him feel that his life is over after Haru, he hasn’t really given up on anything because you are here with him on each step of this unexpected journey.
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Jungkook comes back home, his shoulders slumped, the conversation he had with Mr. Lee was draining, he didn’t like one bit of it, how dare someone from the outside tell him what to do with his child? His life? But he was sure Mr. Lee didn’t know about you. The true angel in his life, the one who has kept him in one piece. A small smile makes its way to his tired face when he hears you humming a Disney song in your room, Haru sitting on the pile of your clothes, fascinated by the colors as you fold them neatly, a video plays in the background on your phone.
“Oh, you`re home.” Your kind voice brings his attention to you; his eyes focus on your beaming face.
“Yeah, the last class got cancelled, good thing I will have some time before my gig tonight.” He rubs the back of his neck, walking forward to pick up Haru, he was so much better at this now, so much more comfortable.
“Yeah, that`s great, me and bambi also just came home like fifteen minutes ago.” You smile at the father-daughter duo.
“How was your day?” Jungkook asks, Mr. Lee made him realize one thing and that is that he never really takes care of you like you do. His heart weakens at this thought. You didn’t have to do anything you do for the two of them but you do without complaining or wanting anything in return.
“Just great, everything I submitted as my thesis entry?” you roll your eyes, Jungkook frown with a nod. “60% of it got rejected, gotta start over.” You whine, shoving some clothes in a bag.
“Oh no, that`s terrible.” Jungkook pouts; he knows how hard you worked on your research.
“I know!” you pout back, Jungkook`s heart lurches in his chest, you were the cutest, the baby blue sweater you were wearing made you looked so soft.
“But our Haru…” you clap. Our Haru? Jungkook blinks, was he reading too much between the lines. “…made lots of new friends at the new day care, I was worried all day that she might be crying her eyes out but no, she was fine, so happy, so happy that she didn’t want to leave.” You giggle, walking over to Jungkook who was holding Haru, who was busy playing with her father`s blue strands, the color entertaining to her.
“Right little nuggy.” You coo trying to bite her bare chubby arms, she squeals, it was your love language and the toddler lets you have your way with her with her happy squeals and sometimes a fist full of your hair to protest against your playful nips on her soft, doughy skin.
“That`s honestly a relief, grumpy Haru is not fun Haru.” Jungkook kisses her round cheeks making you coo at the sight, these two were adorable.
“Come on, let`s get changed and then eat.” You lean in to take Haru from his grasp but she squeals happily and hides her face in Jungkook`s neck, hiding away from you, her little hand waving “bye-bye” to you, she learned that from you, and now whenever you leave her at the daycare, she goes “bye-bye” with her little hand.
“I see how it is hm, you see daddy and all of a sudden bye bye y/n?” you try to tickle her, she squirms with a loud cry of joy, Jungkook giggles too.
“It`s okay bambi, you spend time with dada okay?” you hold Jungkook`s shoulders to bring him down a bit so you can press a smooch on the back of Haru`s head. “We all like him here, he`s nice.” You tease, turning to Jungkook.
“Just like? I`m the material for looooveee.” He sing songs and you laugh.
“Of course you are.” You shake your head. Of course he was.
You are on your way to the kitchen to heat the leftover pizza from last night for Jungkook and yourself, Haru is gonna have some mashed bananas. You see Jungkook`s bag on the ground, rolling your eyes you go to pick it up.
“This guy, who would believe he`s a father…” you shake your head and pick it up from the ground, a shiny, eye catching purple paper falls to the ground. You pick it up, your straighten the crumpled paper to see what it was, whether it was something important or just trash as Jungkook usually carries in his bag. Your heart jumps to your throat, hands feeling cold against the glossy paper in your hands. Adoption brochure in Jungkook`s bag? Is he thinking about putting Haru up for adoption? He can`t right? He didn’t even talk about it. Do you even have a say in this? She is his daughter after all.
“Y/n, Haru just went down, I`m sorry I know you said she had to eat something but I think she was tired…” you hear Jungkook behind you.
“What is this?” you turn towards him slowly, the hot tear that lands on your cheek lets you know that you had been crying. Jungkook looks at you a little confused and then his eyes land on the paper, the dreaded purple brochure, his throat constricts when he sees your tear filled eyes.
“It`s not what it looks like, I…” Jungkook strides towards you, his hand outstretched as if you were threatening to jump off a cliff, but he knew what it looked like, he knew what it meant for you to give Haru a somewhat normal family, a father, he knew how much even the sight of this paper tore you apart.
“Jungkook, please no, please, not her, she doesn’t deserve this, she deserves you, please…” you were crying now, the hand that was holding the paper shaking like a leaf in autumn.
“y/n…listen.” Jungkook chokes on the air he breathes, he knows he has triggered you, why didn’t he just throw the damn paper when he was coming home?
“Please…no…please, my bambi, she`s your daughter, please don’t leave her, I beg you…kook please.” Your vision is blinded by the tears that keep on forming in your eyes, your legs give up and you fall to your knees.
“Y/n!” Jungkook leaps in front of you on the ground. You are shaking at this point, was bambi not good enough for Jungkook like you weren’t enough for you father?
“I`ll take her huh? How about that? G-give her to me hm? Just d-don’t let h-her go like this Jungkook NO!” you shake his shoulders as if trying to bring him out of a trance.
“Okay, okay, ssh calm down precious.” He nods trying to calm you down. “Breathe please.” He can`t bear to look at your tear stained face.
“Jungkook why? Why all of a sudden? What happened? She`s such a calm soul, she never bothers us, she doesn’t…bother me, why?” Your eyes are frantic as you cry.
“It`s nothing, I swear, I will never give her away, y/n shh… calm down shh.” Jungkook`s bottom lip trembles as he holds you close, his warm hand covering your ice cold one, trying to pry away the brochure you caged tightly in your hand.
“Don’t give her away…” you hiccup. “She loves you, she likes her room please.” You hold his shoulders to support your falling frame, your limbs were weak, your breathing was irregular.
“Never! Listen to me! y/n!” he shakes your shoulders making you look up at him.
“I will never give her away, how can I? she`s not even mine to decide things for her, she`s yours, your bambi, remember silly girl?” he smiles a little at you.
“I`m just a biological parent y/n, you! you are the one who is always there for her, no one can take her away from you…from us.” He brushes your hair away, patting your head a little to smooth them on your head.
“Then this? What about this?” you sniffle, looking around for the brochure.
“This is bullshit, it`s nothing, trust me…do you trust me?” he wipes your tears with his sleeve. You nod.
“Good, that`s all I need.” He whispers, pulling you in for a hug, you pull him closer instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck, releasing a relieved sigh into him.
“I`m sorry, I didn’t even listen to you.” you rub his shoulders.
“Hah, wouldn’t be the first time right?” he laughs earning pinch on his nape.
“Ow!” he yelps, shaking a little into the hug, shaking you with him.
“Jungkook?” you say softly, rubbing circles on his shoulder.
“Hm?” he hums, you feel the vibrations in your entire being.
“Just never give up on her please.” You sigh.
“I won`t, I promise.” He says, squeezing you a little tighter.
This kind of panic attacks were a common occurring in your childhood and Jungkook was there through all of them, the fear of someone leaving you, someone close to you just saying they want nothing to do with you one day, this fear, this sense of loss always rode your life, the only person who understood you through all of this, the one who knew what you were feeling, the one you could tell what you felt was Jungkook, it was him from day one, just like today, his steady heartbeat, sunshine smile and warm hands held you together. You know he thinks you`re something special and he tries to be like you but he doesn’t how much you would want to be like him, what you would give to be like him, free, happy, brave…Jeon Jungkook was perfect and you were not but you hope he doesn’t realize that, you hope he keeps on thinking you are perfect just for the sake of keeping him with you because who wants something broken in their life?
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It was a cozy Saturday night, nothing special was planned, Jungkook was also home, you two bought a new crib for Haru last week and it still wasn’t put together, still in a box in the corner of your living room, the little girl was getting big now, almost a year old at this point, she needed something spacious now.
“Bambi is down, snoring away in dreamland.” You plop on the couch next to Jungkook who is typing away on his laptop, he`s looking for a job these days, a stable job, this is his last semester and his grades are good enough to land him a good corporate internship.
“Hm, good.” You can tell he`s distracted and you don’t want to bother him further so you take your phone out and scroll through things like you usually did when there was nothing to do. After some time, you hear a sigh from your right.
“You good?” you ask softly. He nods, letting his body fall in your shoulder. “Just bored.” He sighs, you adjust your arm to snake it across his shoulders, he shifts closer, pulling you in with his arm around your stomach. Your hand automatically move to play with the strands of his hair.
“Your hair got longer.” You say as you twirl the curls on your fingers.
“Hm, didn’t have time to cut them plus Jimin said I should keep them, they give me the rockstar vibes you know.” He mumbles right above your chest and you chuckle, he feels the vibration against his ear.
“Single rockstar dad ready to take over hearts, drop panties and create chaos!” you announce dramatically. Jungkook giggles against your shoulder. “That`s your merch tagline, I`ll be happy to accept my commission.” You roll his earlobe between your thumb and index finger, he hums in content and you feel a smile pressed into you.
“Okay, you`ll get your commission, don’t worry.” He says diving further into your neck. He was clingier than usual today. You shake your head at the way his knee was pressing into your thigh or the way he was pressing you closer to him by his arm around you, the arm you have around his shoulders freezes but you try not to make it awkward and pat the side of his head.
“Are you going to sleep?” you rest your head on his, fingertips scratching his scalp.
“I will if you keep doing that” his words are slurred already as he sits up shaking his head.
“Come on, let`s put together that crib we bought.” He claps.
“Jungkook, I can do that myself, don’t worry, sleep if you want.” You tame his crazy hair.
“Oh I know you can do anything by yourself wonder woman, but please allow me to help you for once.” He smirks at you and you huff, of course he knows you cannot do it by yourself, if he wasn’t that apt in the brain department, you definitely needed his strength to move the huge box into Haru`s room, thankfully she was taking a nap in your room right now or else you would have to postpone this to tomorrow.
“Okay, let`s go, be ready for a lot of nagging though.” You point a finger at him and he raises his hands in surrender.
After he helped you with taking the huge box to Haru`s room, Jungkook went to the kitchen to pop open a bottle of wine, jogging back to the room. He clinks the two cups making your head turn towards the door.
“Really? Us two? Drinking wine? While trying to do something productive?” you put your hands on your waist.
��Let`s live on the edge y/n.” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows and you shake your head. “Alright”
After three more cups of wine and hundred crib tutorial videos, you two still couldn’t figure it out, it wasn’t that hard you knew that but the little buzz from the wine was making you careless, a little giddy too. Your face felt hot.
“You really thought this was a good idea, didn’t you?” you chuckle lazily, resting your back against the box, your eyes focused on how the wine swirls inside your cup.
“I mean yeah…we both really don’t have time to go out and get shitfaced so I thought we should get lit tonight.” Jungkook sits next to you, the fluffy purple rug was soft and warm under your feet.
“You better hope bambi doesn’t wake up idiot, I already have a headache.” You rub your temples with the tip of your fingers.
“I`m so ashamed of myself, I used to feel nothing even I drink plain gasoline and now look at me, getting lit on cheap wine? Couldn’t be more dad than this.” He frowns, downing the rest of the wine. You laugh. “A dilf, if you will.”
“Dilf, y/n? are you trying to tell me something? Because you know you just have to ask.” He shoves your shoulder with his, you stumble a little.
“Yup yup, you`re a dad now, a single, sex deprived sleazy dad who hits on the babysitter.” You push him back to his place.
“Hey! I`m not.” He pouts. “You called me a dilf first.” He pinches your side making you yelp.
“That`s what a young, hot dad is known as these days grandpa.” You narrow your eyes at him.
“See? You`re calling me young and hot, what am I suppose to do?” he points at you accusingly.
“Keep it together lover boy, I think I might just let you go out tomorrow, let you live a little because goddamn you are losing your marbles.” You laugh, looking into his wide eyes.
“Meanieeeee.” He whines.
“No seriously kookie, you should not just abandon your previous life, Haru has me, don’t worry, you can really go out and have your fun, it`ll be good for you, you`ve been working so hard lately.” You take his cup from his hand placing it next to yours.
“So do you.” he mumbles.
“Uh yeah but my life has been like this since…forever, the most I miss out on is some shopping sprees with Dahyun and Mina and I don’t mind that at all. I`m never bored thanks to my little bambi.” You grin, head resting back on the box. You were really happy in life right now. Jungkook hums in response, he was familiar with you and what you liked and it was as you said... being a homebody.
“Oh” you jump when you remember something. “You had a Friday night gig yesterday right? How did it go? I`m so sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” You slap your forehead.
“It was good, they paid well too.” Jungkook plays with a stray string on the fluffy carpet.
“Wonderful.” You hum.
“Yeah, thank God I caught Jimin and the waitress making out under the bar before the manager did or else we`d be banned from every bar on that lane.” Jungkook chuckles deeply.
“Ah typical Jimin, wonder what that feels like.” You chuckle back half heartedly.
“You`ve never been kissed?” you feel him turn his head towards you, his voice just above a whisper.
“I was envious of how brave he is dummy.” You turn your face towards him. “and you were my first kiss.” Your heart breaks a little at the thought of him not remembering this information. Was it not that important for him? Was it that easy to forget that it was around Halloween and you two were in his mother`s closet to look for a long coat for you when it happened, the determination to learn how to kiss fueled that moment between you two as you two sat down on your knees by the cupboard, hands fidgeting in your laps, face flushed at the thought of doing something soooo scandalous. You cannot to this day forget how his lips looked in a small pout when he was going in for the kiss, eyes squeezed shut as his trembling cold hands held yours tightly almost crushing your fingers.
“In mom`s closet, yeah I remember.” He smiles as if reading your mind. You blink at him, he remembers? Of course he does, Jungkook remembers how you smelled that day, how your hair was all chalked and dried up because of the colored chalks you let him use on you, various colors on your head, to him they made you look like a fairy, a rainbow fairy. He remembers how soft your hands were, both your knees touching his, the small inhale of breath when your lips connected with his, he remembers it all. The kiss itself was probably the worst kiss in the history of kisses but the person he shared it with was special, so so special he can`t even put it into words.
“Yeah, I specifically remember how you almost jumped into my lap when you heard coco bang her paw against the door.” You shake your head with a laugh, remembering how Jungkook jumped out of his skin, he thought his mother caught you two red handed.
“I did not!” he huffs a loud breath.
“Hm sure sure, whatever you say.” You try not to laugh.
“And I remember how you ran away from Jaebeom after he tried to kiss you. what was it again? Ohhh…” he cackles, turning his body towards you completely.
“Don’t you dare…” you warn him.
“Jungkook Jungkook!!” he imitates your voice. “Jaebeom tried to put his tongue in my mouth, I ran away!” he goes on in a shrill girly voice that is supposed to be yours.
“I didn’t know asshole and don’t try and act all cool now, do you remember what you said in return?” you slap his chest.
“Y/n oh no, let`s go home, I have a mouth wash that kills 99.99% germs.” You deepen your voice and widen your shoulders dramatically.
“Is this supposed to be me?” he frowns but is clearly amused.
“Yes who else, you troll.” You deflate.
“God, we both were such idiots.” He rubs his eyes with his fingers, letting out a sigh.
“You still are.” You mumble.
“My kissing game is ace now honey.” Jungkook grins and you don’t have to look at him to know he`s sporting that cocky smirk.
“Good to know, keep it up, I`m sending you out tomorrow remember.” You brush your hair back.
“What about you?” he asks all of a sudden. Your eyes open as you frown at him in confusion.
“what about me?” you parrot back.
“Do you still not like tongues in your mouth?” he looks straight, not even sparing you a glance.
“Umm…no…tongues are good…tongues are fine…now” You ramble, your head spinning at the question alone.
“good, nice nice.” He nods equally nervous of the whole conversation. Why the fuck did he ask that? You nod back, straightening up a bit.
“So do you like…talk to…boys?” he asks a little hesitant, round eyes taking one look at your flushed face and then going back to busy himself in playing with the rug. What was he implying? You found it too cute how he wanted to ask if you were having sex or not.
“Um not…really.” You thank god your hair covered the side of your face from him.
“I see.” He hums. “but do you um like…uhh…” he clears his throat. “…do it yourself.” You whisper and you inhale air too quickly than you should have making you cough. Wow this escalated quickly.
“Jungkook!” you gasp.
“What? I`m just asking as your best friend, I care about you plus I know a very good toy site, you can order…” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.
“Jungkook” you laugh lazily. What was he even saying? “Thank you for your concern, I really appreciate it.” You can`t believe what just happened. He doesn’t speak after this and so do you.
“So you use hands or toys, showerhead?” he asks and you whine.
“Stop thinking about it!” you groan.
“I`m just curious.” He whispers, why is your best friend curious about what you get up to? What is this? Was there something in the wine?
“Showerhead.” You find yourself whispering. “Fingers are too small.” You don’t know how you gather the courage to look at him, but the way he looks at you makes you want to hide inside the box behind you. his eyes are hooded and dark, coral lips parted as he gulps after your words.
“Yeah?” he hums taking your hand in his; you feel a literal spark igniting in your spine. “They are pretty small, I bet they`ll feel great on me.” He says more to himself than to you as he examines your significantly smaller hand in his huge one, your fingers twitch in his grasp. Your heart threatens to overheat by beating twenty beats at a time, your throat feels dry.
“You want me to have fun doll?” Jungkook makes you face him, brushing your hair away from your face. You nod.
“I want the same for you.” he husks near your face. “Why don’t we help each other out a little huh?” his thumb caresses your jaw.
“Are you drunk?” his thumb runs over your bottom lip. You shake your head a little. How can you be drunk after all of this? Jungkook pushed his digit inside your mouth; the hot feeling of your mouth makes him suck in a sharp breath. You looked so good right now, so innocent, clueless as you look at him with your pretty eyes. He retrieves his thumb from your mouth with a pop. You were disappointed to say the least. You are struck with lightening when you feel his fingers play with the waist band of your sweatpants, you look down and then up at him.
“This okay?” he husks, his forehead is pressed against your temple, he smells so good, the breath that fans over your face smells like wine. What do you say to this? Yes you want this; yes you want him, but what about the effects of this whole thing on your years long friendship? You can`t just brush it off like nothing happened in the morning. Jungkook said it was fun, just fun but that was not what it was for you and you knew it would hurt. He stretches the band a little and lets it go to slap back on your stomach lightly, bringing you back to him as you blurt a yes.
In a flash, he`s yanking down the sweatpants down your legs, leaving you in nothing but a flimsy black underwear and a tee shirt. His hands feel so soft, so comforting and warm on your shaking legs as he rubs them up and down.
“Good girl.” He spreads your legs; something stirs in your stomach at the term of endearment. You let him do what he wants to you and soon he`s pushing you back into the rug with a hand on your stomach, he settles himself between your legs, your legs on either side of him as he lowers himself towards you.
“Is it too late to make up for that shitty kiss?” he says so close to your lips that you can practically taste his breath making your breath hitch in the back of your throat, this time was definitely different than the last time you had him this close to you, he was far more confident, determined and zeroed in on you that it made you shudder. His hand brushes against your cheek.
“Baby, use your words please, I need to hear you.” his thumb is feathery on the apple of your cheek, his eyes focused on you, big and sparkly.
“No” you muster up the courage to whisper, “It`s not too late.” You hold his cheeks with both your hands, he wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours, a mutual sigh is shared between you two at the contact. Your eyelashes flutter at the overwhelming feeling of his soft lips moving against yours, you don’t know about you but he was definitely not lying about his kissing game being strong now, one of his hand is besides your head, the other is holding your leg up from the underside of your knee bending it to have more access to you and honestly that`s the only way you feel you are staying on the ground because otherwise the way he is licking into your mouth is enough to set your feet off the ground into the air, his tongue is hot in your mouth as it tangles with yours. You moan into his mouth when bites down on your tongue, the move was sensual, dirty and it almost drove you crazy, he moans back, a whiny, desperate sound as if to reciprocate yours, the hand close to your head tangles in your hair fisting them as if you will disappear under him. You were running out of breath and he was getting wilder with each second. You break the kiss, a coward move, who needs air? You wished you hadn’t seen that sight, his eyes almost closed, lips cherried and a thin string of saliva connecting your lips with his glossy ones was enough to turn you into a madwoman, this was too much, this kiss was a thousand times better than your first one but it was ten thousand times more deadly. He takes one look at your (most probably crazy) state, the way your hair is a mess creating non perfect halo around you, the way your lips are swollen and blood red right now, he hasn’t seen this before, the way your chest heaves up and down as you breathe, the way your eyes are set on fire, your soft hand on his cheek, an audible sigh is released into the air when your fingers caress the hair on his nape. He jumps up, leaving you on the ground, suddenly you feel cold, naked and insecure under his gaze. Did you do something wrong? Did he realize you two shouldn’t be doing this? Yes, yes he did, of course he did, you should’ve just said no when you had the chance to save yourself this embarrassment. You get up, supporting your weight on your hands as you look at him with wide eyes. Jungkook moves to settle himself behind you, his back against the box, yours against him when he pulls you against him with a swift movement, the jolt knocking the air out of you, the air you were exhaling felt solid and the one you were inhaling was nonexistent at this point. His slender fingers lift up your shirt revealing the lace of your black panties to his eyes.
“These have to go.” His fingers skim over your mound making you sigh, your head thrown back against his shoulder when he presses his palm over it harder, your breathing stutters.
“Please…Jungkook…” your eyes threaten to roll back into your head when he starts rubbing his middle finger over your clit, his fingers hook into your panties, you lift up your ass from the carpet to help him take it off.
“Sweetheart, can you help me take them off?” he mumbles against the skin of your cheek, you nod eagerly, hunching forward to yank the flimsy material off your legs,  huge hand lands on your breast bringing you back into him, kneading the flesh over the soft shirt, your head falls forward, hair falling like a waterfall, legs twitching, one hand is rubbing torturously slow circles on your pussy, one hand pushing you back into him by your breast.
“You`re dripping already beautiful, I can understand, it`s been too long, it`s okay I won`t make your life a living hell over this, I promise.” He lets out a deep husky laugh against your ear before biting down on it hard.
“S-shut up.” You sigh; your hands are clutching his thighs.
“Uh-huh precious baby, it`s time for you to shut up and enjoy for once.” He lifts up your shirt to reveal the smooth expanse of your stomach, holding the hem to your mouth tapping your lips softly once which makes you clutch the cloth between your teeth.
“Can you relax for me and enjoy your time hmm?” his fingers yank the loose shirt down your shoulder pressing open mouth kisses on the skin, sucking on your shoulder. You nod. “Yes.”
“Good girl, I always knew you could listen.” Large hands hook under your knees to hook your legs over his in a way that when he spreads his legs your legs open wider. Your back slides a little lower against his chest, your legs adjust just above his knees giving him and the cold air the perfect access to your pussy. You shudder when he runs his fingers over your folds, spreading them with two fingers, dipping the middle one into your seeping hole.
“Huhh-ahhh” you whine at the weird stretch, your eyes almost closed as you look up at him, head pressed into his chest.
“I know, I know baby, it`ll be real good soon.” He says through clenched teeth, already lost in the way how you struggle with just one finger.
“Kook…hmm” you bottom lip trembles, teeth clenching harder on the hem of your shirt in your mouth when he starts pumping his finger inside you bringing it back to slick your clit, rubbing circles around it as if he wants to avoid it just right now.
“Relax, huh baby.” Your sodden lips flutter against his finger when you feel his free hand on your naval, rubbing soothing circles into your skin easing you further into him stopping your squirming.
“Gonna add the second one now okay?” he bends his legs, bending your body in half when your legs go up with his.
“Ohhh, unnghhh!” you rasp when he puts his ring finger inside your hole with his middle one.
“How does it feel princess?” Jungkook presses the sweetest little kisses on the side of your neck to distract you from the even weirder stretch now.
“G-good so…ahh…good.” Your moans are muffled against the cloth in your mouth when he speeds up, the heel of his palm adding the perfect friction on your clit.
“Good? It shouldn’t just be good pretty baby, it should be great, the greatest only for you.” Jungkook almost whines when you back into his dick, he quickly adjusts your legs on his thighs.
“J-jungkook.” You`re intoxicated, the wine was nothing compared to this. Your head falls forward again when his fingers get knuckles deep into you. A hand snakes around your neck, his thumb pressing deliciously into your pulse as he makes you look up, the shirt falls from your mouth and rests just below your chest.
“Eyes on your pretty little pussy while I fuck it, got it?” he kisses your side burn, your fingers claw the fabric of his sweatpants, legs threatening to close but the way they are hooked on his don’t let you have much of a choice other than to keep them wide open like they already are.
“Look how good it looks with my fingers stuffed in it.” He licks your cheek and you whine looking down at your pussy dripping down his knuckles, the wet squelch making you clench around his fingers more.
“See? How good fingers can feel when they are long?” he moans against your nape, his eyes on your center and then on your stomach and how the muscles in it are tense.
“Can you feel how deep I am gorgeous?” he hooks his fingers inside you making you scream, the hand around your neck stops you from toppling forward.
“unnhhhh” you cry out lazily “yes so deep.” You slur, the pleasure was so overwhelming that you want to rip your hair out, instead you settle on squeezing your boob, the other hand clawing on Jungkook`s thigh as he brings you closer and closer to your destination.
“A pussy like this deserves so much more than this…oh fuck!” Jungkook groans when you reach out your hand behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, yanking at the blue locks.
“It deserves to be fucked daily, licked 24/7, so wet, so tight.” He moans along with you, his hair falling into his eyes, lip caught between his teeth as he finger fucks you like his life depends on it, thumb rubbing frantically on your clit, the hand on your neck loosens its grip to turn your head by your jaw, hungry mouth finds you lips in an urgent kiss making you squeal in the kiss when he traces his tongue on your lips, biting down on the bottom lip he connects your forehead with his, fingers not stopping scissoring into you.
“I…I`m…” you breathe into his mouth.
“Go on.” He pecks your lips sweetly, big eyes focused on how your face contorts with pleasure, how you bite your lip and how your eyes flutter as you come with a scream of his name, falling limp against him, your legs dangle dead from his legs as you try to calm your heart, breathing his calming scent in as he brushes your hair away from your face with his feathery touch.
“Want to…suck your dick.” You babble, still drunk on your orgasm.
“It was all about you pretty, you don’t need to do a thing.” He kisses the crown of your head melting you further into him. You stay against his chest when he unhooks your legs from his, rubbing them soothingly and straightens your shirt. Just on cue, you hear Haru`s soft cries, you stir against him.
“Relax, I`ll take care of her.” Jungkook whispers as he makes you sit by yourself, quickly jumping to his feet.
“Let`s take care of the big baby first, come on.” He easily lifts you off the ground, scooping you in his arms. Your hands immediately hold him for support.
“It`s okay though, I would`ve came around when alive again.” You mumble into his neck and he chuckles.
“Nope and we`re going to your room anyways, so hold on tight or else I might drop your ass.” He gives you a little fright when he wiggles you to the ground a little, you shriek circling your arms around his neck quickly.
“Don’t you dare asshole, now hurry up bambi`s crying.” You cling to him tightly.
“Yes ma`am.” He laughs.
You were glad that the next morning you didn’t have work or a thesis meeting with your instructor, you just wanted to stay home even if you didn’t sleep in, Jungkook on the other hand had to take a class and then he had an interview.
“Good morning.” Jungkook`s lips stretch into a smile when he watches you stand all quiet by the kitchen door.
“Morning” you mumble, your face was probably getting red with each second, last night, hm well, last night was unlike any other night with Jungkook, you were…shy about it, scared of it, what if he regrets it, what if things change, the other part of you was scolding you for thinking all that it was making you remember how into it was Jungkook, his little noises, the pleasure he felt when he pleasured you was creating whirlpools in your stomach, your legs hooked on his, his hand all over your body, choking you at one point….
“Y/n?” the close proximity of Jungkook`s voice shakes you physically out of your daydream.
“Yes.” You blurt out. He sighs towering over you.
“I know how pessimist this little brain is.” He pokes your forehead gently making you roll your eyes, he knew you. “So whatever negative thought you are cooking up in there, needs to be kicked out.” He ruffles your hair. You nod slowly.
“I made you breakfast, eat and relax, I`ll check on bambi.” He pinches your cheek with the sweetest smile on his gorgeous face, the one that makes his nose scrunch and eyes squint.
“Okay” your heart flutters at the gesture.
Jungkook was okay, everything was okay it always was, you`re just the biggest idiot to ever grace this planet, why did you make it awkward? It was alright, he just told you, you could’ve known this yourself. You mentally scold yourself as you shove the fruit Jungkook cut for you in your mouth, the pancakes looked delicious and….a perfect round this time. You giggle at how many distorted ones he would’ve eaten to give you these perfect round ones.
“Wanna see y/n hm? I know you do.” You hear Jungkook`s voice coming closer to the kitchen as he strolls in with Haru in his arms. Haru immediately screeches when she spots you on the stool.
“Good Morning bambi!” you sing song in a baby voice that you use with her most of the time. She jumps in her father`s arms at that, reaching out for you.
“Hey, I just changed your diaper, don’t be too excited to see her at least.” Jungkook pouts, nudging his nose against Haru`s cheek. You laugh. Haru on the other hand was not very appreciative of the delay in meeting you so she whines loudly, grabbing a handful of Jungkook`s hair, giving it a yank.
“Ah, owowowow!!” Jungkook yelps in pain as Haru yanks his hair, squealing and giggling at his reactions. You jump off the table to help him, unable to contain your laugh.
“Bambi, leave dada`s hair please baby.” You say in between your fits of laughter.
“Booboo” Haru`s eyes shine when she looks at you. booboo is something she calls you, it was silly you liked it.
“Please bambi, yes come to booboo.” You reach out for her and she immediately releases Jungkook`s hair, jumping over to you.
“That was a tight grip little lady.” Jungkook winces massaging his scalp, Haru obviously doesn’t care nor understands and clings to your neck, resting her head on your shoulder after her active morning.
“Good job” you whisper loud enough for Jungkook to hear, kissing Haru`s shoulder. Jungkook huffs, a cute frown on his lips and forehead.
“I have to go but don’t think I`ll forget this, ever!” Jungkook shoves your shoulder a little, the pout still intact on his lips. You stick your tongue out at him.
“Bye bambi, have a good day.” He kisses the back of her head, she acknowledges him with a happy babble. You were too busy looking at them that you didn’t saw the sweet kiss coming until it was placed on your lips making your breath hitch, eyes wide open when he pulls back.
“Never let your guard down.” He winks with a lopsided grin, you are too gone to answer,your lips were tingling with the feeling of his lips. “You have the greatest day and think about me okay?” His thumb brushes your chin, you nod in a trance making him laugh.
If you said that the days after the two of you fooled around were the best days of your life, it wouldn’t be wrong at all. Jungkook was different, he was looking at you different,now like a predator looks at its prey and now every time Haru takes a nap you know what your engagements would be, it`s either quickies before he has to go to work or in between your breaks from your research, questioning this arrangement was the last thing on your mind when you bury your heels in Jungkook`s spine as he licks your pussy, plump cherry lips wrapped around your clit sucking with a passion, the only thing you can think during that is how you can give him more access to your pussy or sync your grinds against his face with the way his tongue glides up and down between your slit, the way he teases your clit by circling his hot muscle around it without touching has you crying into your palm to which you receive breathy chuckle against your needy pussy even the puff of his breath enough to push you over the edge, he yanks your hand that is pressed tightly on your mouth and intertwines his fingers placing the laced hands on your stomach, you lift your head to look at him, big mistake! You realize the moment you see him spit a glob of his spit on your clit, you wince with a pathetic whimper and watch him dive back in your pussy, his piercing eyes on you, you thought you were strong enough to maintain that eye contact but you were wrong, your head falls back into the couch with a shameless moan.
“Come on pretty girl, this time you`re gonna make yourself come by just getting your clit sucked, I will only stuff you with my cock today, no fingers.” He says into your sodden lips before enveloping your engorged clit into his hot mouth again. You grind yourself against his mouth.
“Yes, yes just like that, make yourself come all over my mouth doll.” His words are slurred against your pussy and before you know it you are unraveling against his mouth with an animalistic moan, tears streaming down your face making you sniffle. Jungkook doesn’t wastes his time in manhandling you until you are sitting on his lap, back facing him, a whimper leaves your mouth when he slaps your ass and then soothing the disturbed skin with the flat of his palm. Your body is lifeless from the shocks of your first orgasm, pussy still tingling from his loving assault on it.
“Lift your arms up baby.” He kisses your cheek from behind and you lazily oblige, he yanks the shirt over your head, the bra follows soon after.
“You too, wanna feel you.” you cry when he rolls your nipples between his fingers.
“Okay.” He presses kisses along your shoulder before peeling his hoodie off of him, the warm, soft skin felt heavenly against your back. Jungkook holds you with one hand and loosens his sweatpants with the other enough to spring his cock free.
“Can`t wait to be inside you.” he throws his head, pumping himself to get ready for you, you shudder every time the tip touches your ass cheek.
“But we did it this morning before your work” You whisper.
“I know, couldn’t even think s-straight the whole day, was hard the whole day.” The hand on your breast squeezes the flesh in his hands making you whine. “So soft oh god!”
“Yeah you like knowing that you make me hard during work, I know you do.” He chuckles, positioning himself at the entrance of your dripping quivering pussy, your knees dig into the couch on either side of his knees, spreading your legs farther to accommodate him. Your breath hitches audibly when he pushes himself in you, one hand digging into your hip now, the other on your breast kneading and squeezing the soft flesh in his tattooed hand.
“Ohhh…” you arch your back, head thrown back enough to land on his shoulder as he keeps you in place.
“I love this oh fuck I love this pussy.” He moans biting down on your shoulder. “so fucking good, tight, warm…oh fucking great.” He ruts his hips into you, hand snaking around your belly to keep you on him without slipping off, the other switching to the other boob. You cry out in pleasure leaning back on his shoulder, back arched, hands pressed on his thighs; he makes you bounce on his cock with each thrust.
“Jungkook…oh fuck yes!” you clench your teeth.
“How does it…feel mhmm…fuck!” he shakes his head like a crazed bull, you were so tight around him, the hand on your boob moves up to snake around your neck to pull you closer, the back of your head touching his shoulder, the angel arching your back more, making the strokes deeper hitting the spot each time.
“Good…so fucking good!” you manage to choke out in between sobs and hisses.
“Oh God you`re dripping…you`re so messy…you like being messy doll?” he says ramming his cock into your dripping hole, your juices leaking around it. You nod with a chocked moan. “y-yes….ahhuhhhggg!!!” you sob, under his mercy.
“I can feel you…getting tighter, are you gonna come for me already?” he hums against the back of your shoulder, his speed not wavering as he makes you take his cock, the hand around your waist dips lower to rub your clit roughly. Your whole body twitches at that in attempts to get away from the delicious assault, your core was extra sensitive.
“Take it!” he hisses, the hold around your neck tightens a bit. “Take it like a good girl, I know you can.” He coos against your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, fingers flicking your sensitive button like there`s no tomorrow.
“Uhhhhhhnnn!!” you whine, hands clutching his thighs.
“Let go…” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, hips snapping up into you. after a couple more thrusts and frantic rubs on your clit, you come with a wail, he holds you against him to chase his high, a cry leaves your mouth each time he rams into you until he`s relieves himself. Jungkook leans back into the couch taking you with him, rubbing your stomach soothingly as your breathing calms down, he presses soft little kisses along your shoulder and neck.
“Too much?” he husks, voice still deep and husky from his orgasm.
“Loved it.” You shake your head against his shoulder.
“Come on, I`ll run us a bath.” His fingers tap lightly against your stomach. That moment, that moment was heaven for you.
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It is a Sunday morning, a lazy one, the one where you just lay on the couch and watch TV, Jungkook was in the shower, Haru was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with her smurfs plushies. You smile looking at her, her hair were getting longer, she was getting bigger and more and more aware of her surroundings, still the same angel as before though. Her pout looked identical to Jungkook`s when she concentrated on toys, trying to play, making whatever scenarios her little brain is able to make. The door bell dings making you turn your head towards the door instinctively.
“I`m going to open the door okay bambi, be good.” You pick her up and place her on the carpet next to the couch so that she doesn’t fall when you`ll be gone. You walk over to the door opening it without a care but the sight in front of you kicks you in the stomach, your legs shake immediately.
“Surprise!” three voices say in unison, you forget to breathe.
“See I told you she would be super surprised to see us all of a sudden.” Your mother leaps forward with a huge smile on her face as she squishes you into a hug.
“Mom…” your voice shakes a bit when you choke out.
“It`s so great to see you after almost a year.” Mrs. Jeon comes forward and takes her turn in squeezing you.
“Hey kiddo!” Mr. Jeon pats your head.
“What a…pleasant surprise.” You manage to croak, in any other circumstances this is the ultimate surprise, of course you were happy to see your family but what about Haru who`s playing in the living room, Jungkook, Jungkook? He doesn’t even know. His parents don’t know any of this. What is going to happen? Your nerves kick in.
“The house looks like a place humans would live in.” Mr. Jeon chuckles looking around.
“It`s all because of y/n of course, if it was just Jungkook living here…” Mrs. Jeon jokes.
“No actually, Jungkook is a clean freak now, he can`t stand anything dusty.” You nervously laugh, not forgetting to defend Jungkook even in this situation.
“Wow, that`s a surprise, a pleasant one of course.” Mr. Jeon raises his bushy eyebrows.
“You two completely forgot your old parents so we decided to come ourselves to see you, we`ve missing you two troublemakers.” Your mother side hugs you, you were slightly taller than her.
“I`m so happy to see you.” you kiss her forehead. Haru`s babbles are heard the more you all near the living room. Mrs. Jeon gasps when her eyes land on the little girl playing with the toys. She strides towards her with a big smile, lifting her off the ground into her arms.
“Oh my my, look at this beautiful girl.” She coos, Haru on the other hand is petrified of this complete stranger holding her, she looks over at you with her button eyes, her bottom lip trembles before she starts bawling.
“Oh no no no, booboo is here, sshh.” You run towards her, taking her from Mrs. Jeon`s arms.
“Are you taking babysitting jobs y/n?” your mother smiles at the little girl who has wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, her face tucked into your neck as you rub her back to calm her down. You just look at the three of them, how do you tell them? Is this even your place to tell them?
“She seems so fond of you.” Mrs. Jeon smiles at you.
“y/n, whose child is this?” Mr. Jeon says something for the first time he enters the living room, his eyes are sharp on you, out of instinct you hold Haru a little closer.
“Mom, Dad, mom!” Jungkook`s voice rings in your ears and you feel as if you are able to breathe again. You feel his presence near you as he leaps to hug his two moms, he has always called your mom- mom, earning few coos and “oh you got skinny” typical mom talk from them, you couldn’t bring yourself to say something and pull his leg like you always did in these situations because you were scared to death right now. He hugs his dad too, earning a few hard taps on his back that`ll surely rearrange the position of one`s lungs. That was Mr. Jeon`s way of greeting his son.
“We were just talking to the little princess here.” His mother coos again. “Do you even help y/n around the house; look at her taking babysitting jobs and all that”
“This is not a babysitting job.” Jungkook says simply and your heart skips a beat, you didn’t expect him to be this forward but Jungkook knew that there was no point in dragging this any longer, he was tired of living in constant fear of how he would break this news to his parents. In this moment he really said “Fuck it” and just hoped for the best. You look at the moms, their smiles fading a little bit at that, Mr. Jeon was now also looking at Jungkook.
”She`s mine.” He says and your neck snaps towards him, he looked determined, unafraid and stern when he uttered those words, you were proud of him for that and you would’ve expressed it too if your legs weren’t shaking right now.
“What do you mean she`s yours?” Mrs. Jeon`s mellow voice says a little shocked more like confused  then she gasps looking between the two of you.
“You…y/n, is she….” She tries to connect the dots which were not even there.
“No, Mrs. Jeon, she…Haru is Jungkook`s daughter.” You interrupt her before she gets any more ideas.
“Who is the mother?” she asks, looking at Jungkook.
“She left her in the hospital when she was just a few months old.” Jungkook says, his voice doesn’t waver.
“Oh dear God Jungkook.” Mrs. Jeon practically falls on the couch, clutching her head in her hands as she sobs softly.
“Y/n, and you didn’t tell us too?” your mom sits next to Mrs. Jeon, rubbing her back.
“Mom…I…she`s his child, we should just acce…” you start rocking Haru gently against your shoulder.
“Never! She`s no one to us, how can we accept just anyone into our family?” Mr. Jeon barges in the conversation.
“You accepted me…my mother into your family.” You tear up and watch Mr. Jeon freeze at your words.
“I was a stranger Mr. Jeon, but she…she is your blood, please don’t do this to her.” You go near him, Haru clinging to your neck.
“Please…choose love, this little angel... just needs your love, that`s it.” You put your hand on his shoulder, hoping that he would understand what you were trying to say instead he flinches back and storms outside the house, slamming the door on his way out. Haru flinches, softly cries against your shoulder at the loud sound.
“Ssshh bambi, I`m here.” You rub the back of her head. You turn to see Mrs. Jeon and your mom behind you.
“Jungkook what have you done?” Mrs. Jeon tears up again punching his chest lightly.
“I`m sorry mom, but it is the truth, the biggest truth of my life, I am a father now and nothing can change this fact.” He sniffles, finally breaking down in front of his mother; she engulfs him in a hug, Jungkook sobs in her neck, he just couldn’t be weak in front of his father because he thinks that`s what he thinks of him anyways, Haru hears Jungkook`s sobs and starts crying too.
“Jungkook…” you say softly and he breaks away from his mother, taking Haru from your arms.
“Dada” she puts her small hands on his tear stricken cheeks and he sniffles.
“It`s okay…dada is okay.” He says holding her close to him and that seems to do the trick, calming the little girl.
“She looks a lot like you.” His mother states the obvious, a small smile creeping up on her face as she watches her son and his daughter in front of her.
“Yeah, y/n says so too.” Jungkook smiles through the tears. His mother tucks herself under his arm smiling with her eyes closed, she looked content, he shifts Haru on one arm and opens one arm for your mother, she gladly takes the other side smiling through the tears.
“I hope she`s not entirely like you.” your mom jokes pinching his cheek.
“Mooommm!” he whines softly before laughing a little, you watch them with a soft smile.
“Thank you y/n…thank you for being there for my crazy son through all of this.” Mrs. Jeon turns her attention towards you.
“You don’t need to thank me Mrs. Jeon, I love Haru more than anything in my life, she makes me happy, she`s for me in a way.” You try to widen your arms enough to engulf all three of them in a hug, Haru definitely enjoying the attention. They all giggle at your attempt to hug them all, your face pressed into Haru`s back.
“Jungkook can you please put Haru down for a nap? She gets grumpy in five minutes I`m warning you.” you chuckle.
“Of course.” He smiles.
“And I will try and talk to Mr. Jeon.” You press your lips together, gesturing towards the door.
“Y/n you don’t have to, he`s never gonna accept something related to me and I can live with that now.” Jungkook looks bitter when he says those words but you know deep down he wants his father around, he wants him to be happy and accepting of his daughter.
“I need to try, our bambi needs her grandfather hmm?” you smile, rubbing his bicep, he nods.
The cold air was not too hard on your face when you got out of the house, Mr. Jeon should be around here somewhere, you hope he is because where would he go? He is not from around here. You walk down the street to see Mr. Jeon holding onto a pole, his back turned towards you.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” you ask softly.
“Always but not if you`re here as Jungkook`s lawyer.” He says, his back still turned towards you.
“Who would want to be his lawyer? I`ll definitely loose, he`s hopeless.” You joke and Mr. Jeon lets out a hearty chuckle. If you weren’t so traumatized by the word “Dad” you would definitely call him dad, Mr. Jeon restored your faith in men, in fathers, he showed you that you were good enough for a family, a home. He loved you unconditionally as a father and you were beyond thankful for it. Your heart ached when you saw a flash of fear and disappointment in his eyes earlier before he stormed out of the house.
“He`s so young y/n and maybe that wouldn’t even be the problem if it was someone else but it`s Jungkook, the same Jungkook that still needs you to function properly in his daily life, how would he raise a child?” He says after a pause, turning towards you, his eyes were soft when he talked to you, you were the daughter he never had.
“I know and I agree, he still sometimes wears different socks to office.” You smile at him and he shakes his head. “But he really loves Haru Mr. Jeon, I know how he deals with her, maybe he wants to get babied by all of us but he is the perfect father to Haru, he didn’t back away from her Mr. Jeon, he accepted her with all his heart and he chooses her every day.” You feel your eyes tingle with tears, you knew one thing and that was Jungkook`s love for his child.
“Y/n…” Mr. Jeon starts, his eyes also glossy.
“Please this is not the person I know, you are an example for how to accept people in your life and I was not even blood, she is your own family Mr. Jeon, you are her family please don’t do this to her, she doesn’t even understand all of this.” You hold both of his hands in yours. “Please.” You whisper. Mr. Jeon sighs.
“Okay.” He says slowly and your face lights up.
“Really?” you beam and he nods with a smile.
“Only because you have faith in my idiot of a son.” He smiles down at you.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” you hug him immediately and he lets out another hearty dad chuckle.
The rest of the day went by so quickly because of how happy everyone was, Haru loved her grandmothers, she played with them like the polite sweet little girl she is, even Mr. Jeon and Jungkook were on their best behaviors, talking about each other`s works and Jungkook even discussed getting a new car with his dad, asking for his opinion on which car to get. The house felt empty and dead when they all left, Haru was so tired and whiny by the end of the evening that you had to put her to bed early and now you were helping Jungkook with the dishes, he was washing them and you were drying them.
“Careful with that glass container, it`s your mom`s.” you remind him for the third time.
“Stop it or you will seriously jinx it and I`ll end up breaking it.” He whines carefully picking up the container from the soapy water to wash it properly.
“Then be ready for what`s gonna come your way.” You shrug your shoulder, focusing on drying up the dishes he washed already.
“Thank you for today, my heart is full with nothing but warmth and satisfaction knowing that my family knows about my family, and it`s all thanks to you.” he says looking at you with his soft lazy gaze.
“I don’t even know why we were so scared, it`s our family hello? We know these people and how accepting and loving they are.” You laugh at the whole situation, well now you can as it was all settled.
“Mom and mom yeah I can agree but dad only came back because you talked to him, just accept my gratitude you little shit.” Jungkook groans making you laugh.
“Okay okay, no problem, anytime, hm? Happy?” you roll your eyes. He dives in with the speed of lightening taking your lips with his in a deep kiss, the more he licks into your mouth the more your afraid the plate in your hand will fall, he retreats with a loud pop that echoes in the kitchen.
“Very” he bites down on his bottom lip looking down at you. both of you going back to doing what you were doing like nothing happened.
“You should go sleep, aren’t you gonna wake up early in the morning?” he says after few moments.
“No actually, all my work can be done from home now.” You put the dish down and look at him.
“My thesis advisor recommended to complete the rest of my research from other universities around the world, it`ll really diversify my study.” You say, watching Jungkook listen with great concentration.
“That`s great, are you planning on taking up the offer?” he asks, his attention on you.
“I don’t know kook, I`ve…I`ve never been away from home, from you and now Haru…I don’t know what I feel about this.” You sigh, a small frown on your forehead.
“Hey, you don’t need to worry about anything, this is a great opportunity for you and I think you should experience something out of the box for a change y/n, I say go for it!” he dries his hands with a napkin. You nod, he was right and it was just four months, six at most.
“Haru and I will be right here waiting for you to come back.” He smiles down at you, squeezing your shoulders into a hug.
“You`re right, I`m just a big baby.” You laugh against his chest.
“Yeah, a cry baby.” His voice was suggestive and you knew what he was hinting at, your suspicions solidify when he slaps your ass bucking you into him.
“Stop, leave me alone!” you whine, your arms squeezing tight around him making him chuckle. “Okay” he hums, still holding you close.
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Everything seemed to be going really well, a little too well for you and Jungkook, he had a job now and didn’t even had to completely say goodbye to his hobby, singing made him happy and you were glad he still got to do that sometimes on the weekend with his friends, sometimes watching him juggle work, hobbies, you and Haru made you laugh internally. Was he the same Jungkook? The same crying and whining little kid who you met because he had scraped his knee on the sidewalk. He was a changed man now and you were glad for him, happy to have witness this growth.
You were walking back from the little café just few blocks away from your house where you met up with Namjoon, a fellow student who was also advised to take his research internationally, it was nice knowing someone who was in the same boat as you, had the same work field as you, thought almost like you and he was nice too, discussions with him always led to a point which helped you in your work, he was a gem of a friend you made after Jungkook. Jungkook? Was he your friend anymore? Friends don’t fuck each other`s brains out every chance they get, do they? friends don’t randomly just join friends in shower, hold them close and then crowd them against the wall to fuck them senseless, friends don’t kiss at random unnecessary moments, they just don’t, that`s not friendship. What worried you the most was Jungkook`s lack of interest in acknowledging this situation, maybe he was thinking about it just like you are and you didn’t even talk to him so you can`t really blame him for anything but one thing was for sure, today you are going to tell him how you felt, you are going to let him know that what you were doing with him and most importantly feeling for him was anything but friendly, you liked him, you loved him and you needed to tell him that now! Your heart was fluttering in your chest excitedly as you adjust your scarf around your neck. That idiot is gonna be so shocked. You laugh at the thought, skipping your way home, the sun was setting making you think it was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen or was it just the thought of loving Jungkook and now you had the guts to tell him?
“I`m home!” you sing song happily.
“Kook today I`ll make anything you want for dinner, no take outs…” the big smile on your face drops in an instant when you walk into the living room, the sight in front of your eyes made your blood boil but at the same made you knees shake with nerves. Jungkook looks up at you, his eyes soft and worried when he took in how you stopped in your tracks, the hand around your half loosened scarf also stopped in place. Your eyes are glued to the woman sitting on your couch…Hanee, in all her tall and gorgeous glory as she stared back at you with her sharp, seductive eyes. On the same couch, you and your family sit.
“Y/n…” Jungkook says carefully, he knows you enough to tell when you are about to lose it.
“Where`s Haru?” you ask him, snapping your hard eyes from her to his face.
“She`s in her room…y/n list…” you don’t let him finish his sentence and storm to Haru`s room. There`s absolutely no way you are gonna let Hanee ruin what you have right now, she`s not gonna take Haru from you, she can`t, she left her alone in a hospital, how can she come back? You had long forgotten about Jungkook and you feelings for him at that point, you were worried about Haru and how her mother can take her away from you and Jungkook. Will Jungkook let that happen? Does he still have feelings for her? The thought makes you slide down next to Haru`s crib, watching her sleep peacefully as you sob weakly. She is his mother after all, what are you? nothing, the bitter, the dark part of you shouts in your ear. Hanee is the mother of Jungkook`s child, if he still feels for her, who are you to blame him, who are you to claim him as yours? No one! The voice shouts again as you sob silently looking at Haru`s sleeping figure, sleep takes over your exhausted senses and body soon.
You feel yourself get lifted off of the ground in a strong embrace, Jungkook`s familiar scent clouding your senses as he carries you close to his chest probably taking you to your room.
“Let me down.” You say still sleepy and broken. He doesn’t say anything and keeps on walking, the door opens and he sets you down on the bed, flicking the lights on, you realize it was his room. You chuckle, it may look crazy to him but you were so tired of everything, tired of having to repress your feelings for him, the feelings you thought were just your teenage dream nothing else, you were tired of always being not enough.
“You might wanna start looking for a double bed now that your baby mama is back in town.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, the tone of your voice makes Jungkook wince. You were hurt and he could see that in your body language.
“Y/n don’t do this.” Jungkook says softly looking at your defeated figure.
“What am I doing? It`s a good advice if you ask me.” You scoff, you thought you were numb but the pang in your chest told you otherwise.
“She said she was sorry and she missed her baby and…me.” Jungkook looks away from you as he spoke, his voice shook.
“Of course she did now that you are out of the woods with everything, now that you have a job, now that you are “mature” now that your daughter is all healthy and not fighting pneumonia at a hospital nursery, of course she misses you two.” You feel the tears falling down your cheeks, how can he be so okay with all of this?
“I didn’t invite her in or believed what she said, trust me, I can`t do that.” Jungkook kneels in front of you, his hand on your knees.
“Please, don’t cry y/n please, you know it breaks me to see you like, I get scared watching you like this, please.” He presses his face into your stomach, you feel him sniffle against it, your hands remain at your sides, clutching the bed sheets between your fingers.
“Why are you crying idiot?” your bottom lip trembles as your heart shatters at the sight in front of you, your fingers reach for his head, massaging his scalp as he cries into your stomach, holding your closer by your lower back.
“I don’t want to make you upset…it’s the last thing I want.” His words are muffled against your belly.
“Ssshh…it`s not your fault, non of this is, let`s sleep.” You make him look up at you as you wipe his tears, he nods.
That night, you feel his calm breathing on the crook of your neck as he holds you close but you stay wide awake.
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The days that you thought your life was just perfect, it couldn’t get any better? seemed like a dream now, Hanee is over at your house most of the times now or Jungkook is over at her place with Haru. You and Jungkook barely talk anymore, he goes to work before you get up in the morning and comes homes late at night when you are asleep. You are not asleep all the time, you hear him shuffle outside your door, contemplating to come inside and then going back as you toss and turn. Were you the villain in this story? Not wanting a mother and her child to reunite? Were you the bad guy here?
Haru was grumpier than ever today, she came back with Jungkook late at night, way past her bedtime.
“Oh oh, what happened bug? I know you`re not having fun right now, here, here.” You try to hold her against your shoulder, patting her back to lull her to sleep and this always helps but she keeps on kicking, she was grumpy and whiny because her sleeping schedule was completely messed up thanks to her “Mom”. Jungkook walks in from his room, you motion him with your hand to not making a noise, Haru whimpers softly against your shoulder as you pat her back, humming a soft tune. She calms down after a while and you take her to her room, her sleeping music and lights always helped putting her to sleep. You smile down at her sleeping figure, she was finally at peace today. You close the door slowly behind her. You needed to talk to Jungkook because his and his apparent girlfriend`s activities are taking a toll at Haru`s health and mood.
“Jungkook we need to talk” you say as soon as you enter the kitchen, he looks up from his phone to look at you.
“Okay” he smiles.
“Kook you can leave Haru with me when you go to Hanee`s.” you say straight up, the time for being subtle was long gone at this point.
“But I go there to let them both spend time together.” He says frowning a little. You scoff, okay like you are supposed to believe this.
“Okay but can you like tell her to meet her at a reasonable hour, bambi caught a cold and she`s so hard to put to sleep these days because you two keep messing with her sleeping schedule.” You sound annoyed.
“You think I`m not a good father, she caught a cold because of me?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow taking a step closer to you.
“I didn’t say any of that Jungkook.” You were not intimidated by him, not one bit as you look into his eyes.
“You were implying it y/n” he chuckles bitterly almost mockingly.
“You don’t have a right to interpret what I`m implying.” Your eyes are hard. When did the two of you go from being all laughs and giggles to this? You missed him but he was getting more further from you each passing day.
“All I am saying is that I have no business with what you do or where you go” a complete lie, your heart shattered even at the thought of Hanee and Jungkook and what they might be doing together when he was not home. “Just keep Haru out of this, she is too young for this, she needs a peaceful sleep every night to grow properly, leave her with me I can take care of her for you.” you say and turn on your heels without waiting for his reply because you were sure you`ll cry and that`s the last thing you want right now.
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You and Namjoon were practically kicked out of the café for staying there till midnight. You both giggle gathering your stuff and get out of the café, the clouds were grumbling indicating the arrival of the winter rain.
“Whew, the owner almost kicked our asses out.” Namjoon giggles as he rubs his hands and then shoving them into his pockets.
“Really that was close.” You giggle. “But we got a lot of work done today, just three weeks before the big step.” You were excited to explore the horizons, but at the same you were scared, your heart a little uneasy.
“Yup, me too, I`m too excited my bags are all packed.” He walks with you.
“Oh my god really? That`s actually great, you wouldn’t have to panic in the last minute like me Namjoon, I didn’t even pack a sock yet.” You whine.
“It`s okay, start from tomorrow, slowly and gradually I think you would pack everything before your flight.” He giggles.
“I hope so” you giggle with him. He stops a cab.
“Hey want a ride?” Namjoon asks as he opens the door.
“Um no, my house is just a block away.” You smile at the gesture.
“You sure?” he gives you a look.
“Yes Joon I`ll be fine and I like this weather, great for a walk.” You push him towards the car.
“Okay, have a great night.” He gives you his cute dimpled smile which makes you smile automatically.
“You too Joon.” You wave at him as he gets in the car.
The walk to the house was short and pleasant, the weather was gloomy and dark, a perfect winter evening.
“I should make some hot chocolate when I get home, I hope I have some marshmallows left.” You think to yourself, Jungkook loves hot chocolate and he doesn’t like it when there aren’t enough marshmallows in his cup, by enough you mean half the cup just filled with marshmallows, the multicolored ones. What if he`s not home? Your throat constricts at the thought but his car in the driveway makes your heart jump with happiness, you try to be quiet, maybe he`s asleep, you will wake him up and surprise him for a movie and hot chocolate, it`s Saturday anyways. You creep through the front door slowly, excited to finally spend some time with your best friend and maybe by the end of the movie, you`ll tell him how you feel about him; just get this weight off of your chest once and for all. You tip toe towards the living room, a big smile on your face but it drops when you hear Hanee`s voice coming from the living room.
“…your roommate doesn’t like me.” You hear the fragment of the conversation.
“She`s not a roommate, she`s my best friend.” You hear Jungkook huff.
“So what? Why is she trying to be more than that? Why is she trying to be Haru`s mother?” her shrill voice doesn’t pierce your ears as much as her words do.
“She`s just looking out for her, she raised her, what are you even talking about?” Jungkook sounds annoyed.
“Raised her? A lot of baby sitters raise children when the mothers are not around, that doesn’t make them family.” She huffs a bitter a laugh and your heart drops at her words, eyes stinging from how much you were widening them.
“Hanee…” Jungkook raises his voice a little.
“What? It is true, she is just a free of cost baby sitter Jungkook, good for you actually because she lives with you and she is your friend, saved you a lot of money.” You hear her say and then feel the tears stream down your cheeks, you waited for Jungkook`s reply in this moment, you needed it, you wanted it in this moment but it never came. He didn’t say anything to her. All you hear are wet, sloppy kissing sounds. Your heart had forgotten how to beat the moment you listened to her venomous voice, how can something that looks so beautiful to the eyes be so vile and disgusting from the inside? You wipe your tears quickly and try to make your presence known to them, clearing your throat you enter the living room. Hanee is straddling Jungkook`s lap as she licks into his mouth, her hands in his hair and her dress riding up her thighs. She jumps off of him mainly because Jungkook shoves her down the couch when he watches you stand in the living room door, his eyes are wide looking at you, lips red, buttons undone on his shirt. Your heart can`t take it, your eyes can`t take it. You head to kitchen without saying a word. You will drink that hot chocolate you don’t care just like he doesn’t care for you. your lips tremble as you mix the hot liquid in your cup, heartbeat could be heard in your ears as the veins in your temples vibrate because of how angry, frustrated and hurt you were. Hanee`s words would`ve had no meaning if only Jungkook had told her to shut the fuck up but he…didn’t? was that all you were? Is this your worth? Is Hanee your true friend who made you realize this?  
“Y/n…” you hear Jungkook coming in the kitchen.
“Hey” you give him small smile, not crying anymore. “Where`s Haru?” you ask him like nothing happened, nothing happened really except for the fact that Hanee gave you the biggest reality check of your entire little life. A reality check that has been cutting through your heart like a blunt knife ever since you got it. You take a long swig of the hot liquid, it burnt your tongue but the fire inside you was far more intense than this harmless liquid.
“y/n…” Jungkook sounds desperate now, he knows you, he knows this looking all okay and dying inside trick of yours.
“I should go check on her.” You say walking towards the door past him but he stops you, holding the wrist that wasn’t holding the cup.
“What? Sorry I didn’t make you any…” you show him your cup.
“y/n what are you doing?” his voice is small as he tries to read your completely straight face.
“What I am supposed to do Jeon Jungkook, as your “Free of cost babysitter” remember? You have to, come on! it wasn’t that long ago.” You chuckle, yanking your wrist from his hand. Your body was getting cold by each passing second, the hurt consuming you.
“You are not a babysitter y/n please don’t do this to me.” His voice shakes as he reaches for you again and you take a step back from him.
“I am Jungkook!” you scream, tears welling up in your eyes as the grip on the cup in your hand tightens. “I fucking am, I thought I was not, I thought I was your best friend, your only bestest friend, the one and the only y/n” you laugh bitterly, tears now falling on your cheeks. “But no! I got to know today that I was the idiot here, because when she called me all of that you didn’t say anything” you look at him, the hurt in your teary eyes makes Jungkook choke on his breath as he stumbles back from your words, softly crying now. “not a word, when she called me just a babysitter who you didn’t pay, no wait! You did actually pay me by fucking me here and there, we totally forgot about that.” Your words were nothing but pure green poison on your tongue you spat on him. He winces at that, crying audible now.
“And I took that payment like the foolish bitch I am, I should’ve asked for money, it could’ve helped me in life you know but damn” you wipe your tears, taking yet another swig of the hot chocolate, watching Jungkook cry through the rim.
“I`m sorry y/n, please, I know I fucked up and I have no excuses just please forgive me, please forgive me like you always do.” He strides towards you, holding your forearms as he cries uncontrollably.
“There`s nothing to forgive Jungkook, you two just showed me my worth and I`m glad you did, better late than never.” You whimper.
“But just know that I`ve always seen bambi as my own child, not even yours, my own.” You crack a smile at the thought of her. The first time you held her when she cried, how she slept so peacefully in your bed next to you for the first couple of nights because she was sick.
“No I know please don’t explain anything to me please y/n, I know who you are, no no.” he holds you to his chest as he whines and cries into your hair, his hands are trembling.
“I feel like I have to Jungkook, you questioned the most precious and pure relationship I have and it broke me, it really did. You questioned my love for Haru? It hurts.” You sniffle against his chest, your hands dangle by your sides, not willing to hold him for the first time in your life.
“Please tell me how can I fix this…” he was desperate once again, his words sped up.
“I don’t think you can.” You whisper pushing him away from you.
“I just hope you don’t treat Haru like you have been treating her for the past month, she doesn’t deserve you two as her parents.” Your eyes are hard once again and your words trigger something in Jungkook.
“I`m her father, I know how to treat her.” He says wiping his tears. The dark part of him telling him that you mocked him once again intentionally or unintentionally, he doesn’t care. Why doesn’t his daughter deserves someone like him? Why did you say that?
“Yeah?” you say with a straight face. “How about you tell that to her sinus infection, the fever she runs every night and how less she sleeps because of you and that bitch who takes her out in the cold? Jungkook how about you tell this all to the doctor who asks me everytime when I visit him about you? how about you tell this to your daughter who wants nothing but her father to be with her in the mornings and put her to bed every night like he used to?” you scream on his face, the veins in your neck popping out of the delicate skin.
“She is your responsibility as a father, she didn’t ask to be born just because you liked getting it on raw Jungkook, she`s a human being who needs a father and a family, the quality of life she deserves.” Your voice was getting dryer with how much force you were putting into it.
“And what do you know about family and father and quality of life huh y/n?” you freeze in your spot, the moment these words leave his mouth. The world around you stops and you find it harder to breathe with each second as you look at his hard face, was this Jungkook? No no he can`t be can he? He would never hit you where you bled the most. On cue, the thunder rumbles, making you stumble back physically, your legs are about to give up at any point. Jungkook knew what those words did to you, he saw you die because of this topic on numerous occasions in his life but the damned dark part of his soul didn’t want to stop there.
“What do you know about a family? A father? How can you lecture me about something you`ve never experienced yourself?” he hisses and watches you hold onto the counter, your chest heaving up and down, not a single tear coming out of your eyes though.
“How can you say any of this when you lived off of my family and me to fix your daddy issues your whole life y/n?” he chuckles bitterly, the way you were struggling to breathe in front of him was completely ignored by him. His dark side won finally, all his insecurities that crept up because of you, won this time, he killed you, he killed you with his bare hands tonight. You peel yourself off of the counter to get to your room, practically crawling towards the drawer as you search frantically for the inhaler, your breathing turning animalistic at this point. You suck it in your mouth, pumping it with shaking hands, the constricting air finally easy to breathe. You sit there for a moment before getting up, Jungkook was already in the kitchen when you looked for your phone like a maniac, your hair in tangles, cheeks tear stained and blotched, hands trembling, legs jelly.
“Y/n, I`m sorry, please I don’t know what came over me, pleaseplease listen to me.” Jungkook tries to stop you with his whole body as you look around for your phone with trembling hands and crazed eyes.
“LET ME GO!” you scream, scraping your throat with the intensity of your voice.
“No please no, here slap me, hit me y/n please but please forgive me, I didn’t mean any of that please noooo.” He cries as he takes your arms and uses your hands to slap his face.
“Let.me.go” you grit each words through your teeth, your head was spinning with anger and hurt. You shake him off of you with so much force that he stumbles back, his state disheveled, his eyes were blood red, button up shirt undone from his endeavors with Hanee, hair a mess.
“Y/n…” he reaches for you again. You take the hot chocolate cup from the counter and slam it on the ground with your full force, the china flying into hundred little pieces at the impact.
“Don’t you…fucking come near me.” You hiss through your teeth as you shake your head. It was raining cats and dogs outside at this point.
“Please…I`m sorry please don’t do this, I…sorry y/n!” he drops to his knees few steps away from you, joining his hands together to ask for forgiveness, you were numb at this point but one thing was for sure you can`t forgive what he said. He knew you better than anyone and he knew what this all meant for you, what he meant for you, what Mr. and Mrs. Jeon meant for you and he still said all of that. He still mocked your father leaving you.
“You m-made the only thing that was a safe place for me so unsafe and scary that now… I am s-scared to even look at you.” you cry a heart wrenching cry at this, you felt homeless all of a sudden. Jungkook took your home, your family from you.
“Please…please…I`m so sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say as he cried still on his knees in front of you. you wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater and storm outside of the kitchen. Jungkook scrambles to his feet with wide eyes, following you, watching you head for the main door.
“y/n, y/n, no please no.” he shakes his head with wide eyes following you.
“DON`T MOVE! STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!” you scream and watch him flinch at your voice. “Don’t even think about following me or I swear I`ll forget that we were friends once.” You grit your teeth, yanking the door open, stepping outside in the pouring rain, the cold rain immediately trickles down your back as you walk with full speed, shivers running all over your body.
“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear Jungkook`s strained voice running behind you.
“I`m serious Jungkook, don’t make me do something we`ll both regret in this moment, leave me alone.” You say without even turning around and walk straight ahead. Jungkook watches you walk away from him, his heart was dead in that moment. He ruined the only good thing in his life.
You walk for what it felt like hours in the rain and stopped once you realize the rain had stopped. You thought this rain would wash away the hurt this night wrote in your fate but it didn’t, your heart was breaking constantly, the ache was making it hard to breathe the cold air. You hug yourself shivering from the cold. Jungkook said all of this to you? you still couldn’t believe it? You didn’t want to believe it. You take a cab back to the house, the driver eyeing you from the rear view mirror, clearly concerned for your state. You on the other hand were thinking of getting out of the house, you can`t stay with him, not after this.
The house was quiet, Jungkook wasn’t home you could tell, his bedroom door was opened, maybe he went to search for you, he will never find that y/n he was friends with once, he killed her tonight. You hurry to your room and change into dry clothes, shoving everything that seemed important into your bags and zipping them. Your heart almost stopped when you heard Haru`s sleepy whimpers, you rush to her room.
“Hey bambi, hi angel.” You coo, picking her up from her crib.
“I`m sorry for everything today, I know I screamed a lot today, I know.” You lay her against your shoulder, patting her back, that always seems to do the trick.
“I love you so so much bambi, so so much you don’t even understand.” You lips tremble as you rock her gently in your arms.
“I will always pray for you my angel, it is really sad that we have to part because of some people in our lives but my love please know that booboo loves you so much, my angel, my precious little sweet girl.” You see her already asleep, she always found comfort in your voice and embrace. You gently put her in the crib.
“I`ll miss you sweet angel, I hope life treats you better than it did me.” Your voice shakes as you kiss her forehead one last time.
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Jungkook comes back to the house; your wet shoes were on the carpet. He sighs a relieved breath, you were home, you were finally home. He barges into your room to ask you for another chance, put his head on your lap until you give him another chance but you weren’t there. He looks around to see most of your stuff gone, he looks around the house with a frantic look in his eyes. You weren’t here, you finally had enough of him. He drops to his knees, drained of emotions at this point, looking into the space in front of him with his teary red eyes. He wished he could’ve turned back time if not to his childhood when life was simple and you were the happiest but to few days back when he was the happiest, when he had you in his embrace, when he had his family.
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opaljm · 7 months ago
i. legend of the lamp (m) – jjk
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➺ pairing: genie!jungkook x female reader
➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; fantasy au; magic au; strangers to lovers
➺ warning/content tags: 18+; explicit sexual content: female masturbation (solo shower time activities, pro anal enthusiast y/n she wants it SOO bad but is very deep in denial); underwater sexual activities plz do not attempt at home you might drown (kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, boob kink jeon makes his debut, he likes to bite and make it hurt but he also likes to kiss it better); sex in public (jungkook is an exhibitionist freak, y/n and jungkook give the ‘mile high’ club a new meaning, very mild food play, mean cocky jungkook shows up as expected, jjk's dirty talk is UNMATCHED, gross nasty jeon with the spit/licking kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, the slightest bit of breath play/choking kink, impregnation kink is mentioned, possessive attention whore jungkook); sloppy cunnilingus with too much teeth tbh, finger fucking, there’s almost fisting but they both wimped out— there's always next time tho ;), forced orgasms, big dick hung like a fucking stallion jeon jungkook, unprotected sex but its fine cuz koo is a genie with fetus deletus powers, spanking, soft dom jk who degrades y/n like a CHAMP if it were a contest he would be winning a gold medal for it, jungkook likes to punish y/n until she can’t even think straight, standing up sex courtesy of strength demon jeon, praise thirsty competitive af constantly wanting validation jungkook, they both have a size kink let’s be real, reader has a strength kink throughout this entire fic she just wants to be manhandled and thrown around like she’s jungkook’s pretty sex doll, soft passionate sex, creampie, lovely aftercare from our cleaning fairy koo
➺ word count: 23k semi-edited but im too tired to actually do it properly :(
➺ summary: Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. 
➺ author’s note: Sorry for disappearing after announcing a fic, I had a health scare which kind of had the domino effect of making me have a really shitty three weeks regarding my education and future and pulling me into a depressive episode (which yea turns out can be firmly blamed on the medication I've been taking because its a possible side effect). It's been a mess and a half but, I'm here, the fic's here (or half of it anyways). I hope you all enjoy it and leave some love 💕 Also, if I had known that all of that shit would’ve happened, I would’ve posted part one a lot longer ago, since you all know I had finished writing it a while back. I just kept holding out hope that I would be able to finish the entire fic in time but life got in the way of that. I hope that y’all don’t hold that against me too much! Part two will drop after Jimin’s birthday fic drop so I don’t fuck up that deadline as well! I’m under a lot of pressure as one of the hosts of his birthday collaboration. Please, please, please leave feedback for this story. Since it’s a two shot, your feedback is absolutely critical in helping my self-esteem about the direction of the story and flowing my creative juices for writing part two! 
This fic is a part of Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade! Banner made by @kimtaehyunq​. Beta-read by @jimilter​ (miss girl helped out with the content warnings too we love her!), @ressjeon​, and @amourtae​ the lovely angels❣️
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Today has just absolutely not been your day. 
It seems like things went off to a rough start from right when your morning began. You woke up late because your alarm clock hadn’t gone off, and in your hurry to leave for work this morning, you picked out your outfit for the day half asleep as you attempted to brush your teeth and comb through the unruly mess that was your bedheaded locks of hair. When you spit out that white cloud of mint flavored foam, it got on your peach colored lavallière top, staining the silk pussycat bow. 
You ended up wearing a too tight black with gray pinstripes pencil skirt you kept meaning to donate to Goodwill, but never quite got around to it, and a silky white blouse that you had loved when you thrifted but then later had realized that the abstract black lines that made up its designs were not flowers like you initially had thought but were rather depictions of nude female silhouettes. The shirt is lovely; it’s certainly a statement piece and one that would look great on you on most occasions and would make for a darling ‘outfit of the day’ post on Instagram, however it is not exactly workplace appropriate attire for the public university where you work as an admissions counselor. 
But even with that little kerfuffle, you had not been too stressed early on in the day. Oh, if only you knew how badly the rest of the day would continue to be. As you went out the door, you smartly thought of snatching your black peacoat off the coat hook in the entryway, which could be used to cover up the sexually deviant positions the ladies on your shirt were contorted into. You ended up needing it too, after a mishap at the coffee shop in the student union left you with dark coffee dripping down your torso and making your shirt transparent as it clung to you with the wet sugariness of the shaken espresso seeped with vanilla syrup. 
Things continued to go badly during your appointment with an incoming freshman and her parents who wanted to pull her out of the university because of the trouble she had gotten into over the summer after graduating from high school. Your heart goes out to the girl after remembering how badly that conversation had gone and how despite your best attempts, neither you nor she could sway her parents’ made up minds. You weren’t even able to convince them to change her enrollment to an off-campus one where she could commute from her parents house, whereas she was previously an on-campus student with a room in the freshmen dorms. They wanted her to pay for her actions by going to community college and getting a part time job.
Making matters worse, you had almost thrown up the 6-inch Subway tuna melt you had gotten and now as you walk home, in your pinching heels, too tight skirt, and your peacoat hiding your stained shirt, to your apartment just two miles away on the far end of the glittering and bustling university village that was adjacent to one of the largest and most vibrant cities in the country, it starts to drizzle.
Normally, you do not mind the rain. Of course, your previous attitude of the rain was based on the fact that you did not have too many experiences of being wet like a drowning rat, caught in the middle of the storm without an umbrella or any sort of protection while wearing shoes that were not that slip resistant. 
You sigh as you continue onwards, wondering if maybe you should duck into the Target that you are passing to buy an umbrella. But you already know that Target will be out of stock, like it always is out of stock during unexpected bouts of rain because the students buy out the umbrellas, even going so far as to making the overpriced ones in the student store, that are in the school colors and have the school’s mascot imprinted on them bold and center, out of stock. 
When you finally do get home, you leave your wet shoes on the mat you have just inside the entrance, toeing them off and exchanging them for your fuzzy pink bunny slippers that are not only soft and dry but a huge and warm comfort to your freezing feet. You scamper your way to the opposite side of the apartment, sliding the glass doors that lead to the balcony open, and you hang your coat off of the backs of one of your iron outdoor chairs for it to dry, or at least keep it from dripping all over your apartment. 
You debate whether you should take your clothes off on the balcony too. You’re not afraid of university students seeing you; your apartment is out of most of their price ranges except for the richest of them all, but even knowing that, you don’t have a lot of fear since half of your balcony is covered in thin mesh privacy netting. The half of your wraparound balcony that is exposed to the elements is the part of it that you can access from your bedroom’s sliding doors as well. Not wasting another second, you quickly shed the offending articles of clothing off, just standing there in your fuzzy slippers and a matching black pair of Sabrina panties and brassiere from Honey Birdette. You regret your decision instantly as the transparent tulle and ribbons of lace do nothing to protect you from the blasts of wind causing the rain to drift your way but you fight through it. After letting those clothes hang to dry as well, you make your way back in, bypassing the living room to head straight for the shower. 
Your black underwear set clings to your body, you notice when you catch a glimpse of yourself of the giant mirror that takes over half the wall over your dual sink vanity. You see a figure with hardened plum colored nipples, covered in goosebumps, staring back at you. Her eyes widen from her surprise at how her body quivers even indoors and her hair is drying in messy curly tendrils around her ears. You look almost unrecognizable.
Flittering around the modern minimalistic styled bathroom, you busy yourself turning on the shower and waiting for the water to turn warm, as it always takes the pipes a moment to heat up. In the interim, you grab two fuzzy towels, one for your hair and one for your body, to throw over the glass partition of the shower since there are no conveniently placed towel racks. You also grab your fancy pink “cloud” face wash from the sink, which honestly does too little for its steep price point, in your opinion, and your A Thousand Wishes body cream from Bath & Body Works, that you had stocked up on during the summer semi-annual sale. 
By now, the water is finally hot enough and starting to steam up your bathroom a bit. You slide off your bra and step out of your panties before flinging them into the laundry hamper. Walking into the shower stall is a welcome respite after your long day. For a moment, you just stand there motionless, letting your eyes flutter shut as the showerhead jets water over you, soaking your hair completely and soothing your worn out exhausted muscles. You could pass out from comfort in the shower and that would be horrible but oh you understand now why some people are able to fall asleep in their baths. 
Your shampoo and conditioner bottles are the pump kind so you don’t need to put in too much effort to squeeze out the peony and amaretto scented ambery gold colored liquid into your cupped palm. Today is going to be a simple shower; you’re too drained to go into your whole hair routine with its scalp scrubs, serums, and hair masks, in addition to the usual shampooing and conditioning you do. When it's finally worked into your hair, making it foamy from how well you scrubbed it in, you let the shower wash your hands clean and let the suds disperse. 
Your shower gel is A Thousand Wishes scented too; you’re not the type to mix scents and give yourself a migraine when you can avoid it. Abandoning the loofah, you decide to run your soapy hands over your body for a quick clean. When your hands skim over your breasts and your long acrylic nude ombre nails catch on a nipple, instantly turning the already hard nub into a rock solid bullet, you stifle a surprised moan. Your mind whirls as you recover from the sensation. 
Even as fatigue clouds your mind, the world seems to get closer as your senses become hyperaware. Suddenly you can feel the cool stone underneath your feet that much more as your toes curl in pleasure from how it contrasts wonderfully with the warm water cascading over you. As your hands wander down your body, molding your palms against every curve and divot, the shower gel and water provides a nice lubrication, making it easy for you to slide your fingers over your body. You have to press harder to make your touches rougher, and the delicious friction that comes from those more frantic brushes make your voice catch in the back of your throat before it crawls its way up in the form of a delicious keen.
Oh, what you would do to have a gorgeous male manhandle you right now. You like it rough; you like a little bit of force that reminds you of the strength behind his muscles that you know he would never use on you but the idea that he could make your strength and size kinks come alive. Your hand now transverses over to your throat and you wrap your slim fingers around it, your long nails lightly scraping against the delicate flesh, relishing in the hold but sighing in frustration that your small weak hands can’t apply the pressure that you actually want. 
You’re single because the males you keep finding have no idea how to treat a woman in a way that makes her feel safe even when she wants to be utterly destroyed. A lot of it is based on trust and respect. The shitheads you meet? You wouldn’t even trust them to walk you home at night without angling for a kiss you don’t want to give. 
Abandoning the hand from your throat, you instead press your front side against the marble walls of the shower, pretending that it’s your lover who’s got you clinging to the damp stone and that his hands are dipping over your hips before going lower, wrapping themselves around your thighs in a way that has his thumbs pressing into the clefts of your asscheeks as he spreads them apart and the water from the shower flows into the puckering hole that is revealed. You hate the concept of anal sex but as one of your hands busy themselves in the front, plucking at your clit and fluttering across your folds as you tease yourself to the brink without any insertion, the other hand is working on your tight asshole, your thumb pressing onto it, flirting by only letting the tip of your thumb in before pulling away.
What you would do to have a big heavy cock stroke your ass, painting it with its precum, taunting the sensitive hole hidden between by pressing against it but not entering. Or for you to be on your tiptoes with your legs parted so that his cock could slide underneath, thrusting against the petaled furls of your pussy until he plunged into it from behind while you’re trapped between his warm slick body, his hard abdominal muscles and chest pressing against your back, and the cool marble, your nipples turning into stiffened peaks that are begging to be touched but finding no purchase against the slippery walls. It would feel almost claustrophobic, like you can’t move due to his delicious weight and like the only part of you that could move was your pussy, its walls clenching around him and clinging to him every time he slammed into you. 
With three fingers inside you, you can almost pretend that it’s real. Though, you know that at any moment you can move away since there's nothing actually trapping you into the position that you are in. You can’t finish though, your mind is your own mental prison, too cynical and realistic for its own good. You find yourself reaching up for the removable shower head and pulling it down. Your hand frantically clicks on the controls, increasing the water pressure. You debate if you want to do this standing up but you know that you will lose the feeling in your legs the second your explosive orgasm hits after being edged for so long. Thus, you slide down to a sitting position in your shower, your back against the wall, your legs folded up and spread apart as you position the showerhead right at your cunt, knowing that your clit will be getting the maximum pressure possible. 
You emerge from your shower ten minutes later with your legs feeling so jelly-like you have to grip at the walls to make it back to the sink to finish up your skincare routine and return the products that you had taken with you into the shower back to their original homes. 
When you feel squeaky clean and refreshed, bundled up in your favorite pajamas, a beige plaid set you had gotten as a white elephant present so they are very roomy and swamp your body, you finally deal with your wet work clothes properly and put them for a cycle in the dryer. You’ll likely have to deal with your Chinese Laundry peep toe pumps as well so that the leather doesn’t dry weirdly and make them crack in places but, that’s a concern for you in the future.
With a towel wrapped high around your head in a way that might end up giving you a receding hairline, if you don’t stop using that method to dry your hair soon, you step back into the main part of your apartment. Your eyes quickly go to the coffee table where it appears that your best friend had dropped something off while you were away at work.
There’s a bouquet of pink and white peonies that you immediately fix up in a vase with the proper amount of water, a square box covered in black matte wrapping paper with art deco style gold designs embedded into it, and lastly, a wine bottle in a gorgeous black and gold gift bag that compliments the wrapping on the box and has a matching envelope pinned to it. Before you sit back down on the plush comfort of your oat colored cloud sofa, you rip the envelope off from how it’s been stapled to the gift bag so that you can tear open the flap and get to the card inside. Reclining back, you narrow your eyes to read, having forgotten to grab your glasses from your bedroom dresser and having already taken off your contacts for the day:
Happy Birthday my darling Y/N! I hope that your 25th birthday is the most beautiful one to come so far! Wishing you nothing but blessings and good fortune on this beautiful day! Your present this year is one that surprised me as well but when I saw it, I was drawn to it instantly and the thought that it might be perfect for you abruptly flooded my mind! Can’t wait to hear your opinion on it!
Love, Safi
P.S. Don’t waste this wine by keeping it for a better day! Live in the now by cracking it open today and enjoying a birthday toast because today is just as important as whatever future occasion you’re trying to justify would be a better opportunity to enjoy the wine! (save the Sephora gift card for a rainy day though lol)
You laugh self-indulgently and look back inside the envelope where there is indeed a black $100 Sephora gift card before putting them all aside. You suppose you should listen to Safi’s advice even though today has not been a great birthday by any stretch of the words since it will be nice for you to unwind with a glass of wine. Pulling the bottle out you can see that it is a bottle of rosé, Gerard Bertrand Cote des Rosé to be precise, and the glassware is magnificent with the bottom of the bottle being designed in the shape of a rose with all its petals. 
The box lies unopened for now even if it’s your main present. You have too much of a one track mind and you immediately want to crack open the alcohol to let loose and make yourself forget about your day for just a little bit. You head for the kitchen cabinets and reach for the first drinking vessel you can grab, not too picky when it’s almost 11pm and you have to wake up at 6 in the morning. Perhaps Safi didn’t want you to drink the alcohol out of a coffee mug, in your most comfy sleepwear and a towel wrapped around your head, but it’s the best you can do at the moment. 
You nestle the bottle in the crook of your right arm, holding the mug in the same hand while grabbing the box