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cr-komi · 4 months

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"All's Fair in Love and War"

Summary: You harbored a deep hatred for Jeon Jungkook, your new roommate at Skyline View Apartments. Despite his outward kindness, the constant noise of his nightly activities with different partners fueled your resentment. Envious and frustrated, you couldn't help but wonder if he truly made those women feel as good as they sounded.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6,061

Warnings: Swearing, angst, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people), multiple orgasms

Authors Note: This is not proofread. I hope you all enjoy this story, it was fun to write but this is also my first time writing something like this so please be kind!

You hated Jeon Jungkook with every bone in your body.

When given this information, one might ask why you despise a man who has been nothing but nice to you since you became his new roommate at the newly built, Skyline View Apartments, although those who wondered about your dislike for him never had to hear him fucking the daylights of a new girl every single night.

You resented Jeon Jungkook so deeply that it had become an obsession. Day in and day out, the melodic moans and rhythmic thumping from his bedroom invaded your peace, a constant reminder of his promiscuity and your own solitude. Each passionate encounter was like a dagger piercing through the thin walls, leaving you seething with envy and frustration.

I mean, honestly, could he really make all those women feel that good?

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The apartment was a patchwork of sunlight and shadows, dust motes dancing like tiny fairies in the afternoon glow streaming through the half-closed blinds. You sat on the edge of the secondhand couch that had seen better days, fidgeting with your phone as you checked the time once more.

"Any minute now," You whispered to yourself, the words lost in the quiet expanse of the room.

Your gaze flitted over the ad you'd posted online – 'Roommate Wanted: must be clean, quiet, and okay with late-night baking sessions.' The rent, unyielding in its monthly appearance, had become a specter haunting your bank account. Sharing your space wasn't ideal, but neither was the idea of moving back home to two unsupportive, narcissistic parents.

A knock at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You took a deep breath, smoothing down your shirt as if the gesture could iron out your nerves.

You opened the door to reveal a young man with a bright smile and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"Jungkook?" You asked tentatively.

"That's me, you must be Y/N," he replied, his voice carrying the warmth of a summer breeze. "I hope I'm not too early or anything."

"Right on time, actually." You stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. "Welcome to what might be your new home, I guess."

"Thank you," Jungkook said, stepping past the threshold. He surveyed the room with an appreciative nod. "You've got a great place here. The ad didn't do it justice."

"Photography isn't really my strong suit," You admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle.

Jungkook set his duffel down, careful not to disturb the arrangement of magazines on the coffee table. "I'm pretty easy-going. As long as I have somewhere to sleep and cook some simple meals, I'm set."

"Ah, you cook?" You perked up, interest piqued. "That's definitely a point in your favor."

"Nothing too fancy," Jungkook confessed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "But I can manage well enough not to starve."

You laughed, the sound more relaxed than you felt. "I tend to bake when I'm stressed. So, between your cooking and my baking, we might not be the healthiest household."

"Sounds perfect to me," Jungkook grinned.

"Listen," you started, suddenly serious, "I really need someone to split the rent with. And you seem nice enough. But are you sure you're okay with the rules? My work schedule is kind of erratic, and I need quiet to focus when I'm at home."

"Totally understand," Jungkook assured you.

"I keep odd hours myself sometimes. For the record, I'm clean and respectful of shared spaces. I would want the same if the roles were reversed."

"Guess it's settled then." You extended her hand, feeling the strange mix of relief and trepidation churn within you. "You're welcome to be my roommate, as long as you want to."

"Well I wouldn't be here if I wasn't interested, now, would I?" Jungkook replied, his handshake firm and reassuring.

You nodded, laughing quietly, "I guess you're right. Let me show you around."

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As the days turned into weeks, your initial reservations about Jeon Jungkook began to dissipate. Contrary to the image you had built up in your mind, he turned out to be an ideal roommate. He was considerate, always cleaning up after himself, and never complained about your late-night baking sessions that sometimes left the kitchen a mess. He was quiet and respectful of your space.

You found yourself growing closer to him, drawn in by his infectious laughter and the genuine interest he showed in your life. It was as if a friendship had blossomed from the ashes of animosity. You began sharing meals together, chatting about everything from work to your dreams for the future. For the first time in a long while, you didn't feel alone.

That is, until about two weeks ago when Jungkook started banging every girl that he found within a 5 mile radius.

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The clock struck midnight, and you lay in your bed, the moonlight casting ghostly shadows across your room.

You had been trying to fall asleep for the past hour, but the hope of rest was dashed each time a new wave of noise crashed through the walls from Jungkook’s side of the apartment.

"Ugh, not again..." you muttered under your breath, pulling the pillow over your ears as if it could shield you from the cacophony next door.

A rhythmic thumping against the shared wall set a maddening tempo, accompanied by the high-pitched squeal of bedsprings in protest.

You could hear Jungkook's voice, a melodic baritone, now moaning without any hint of restraint or concern for his roommate.

"Seriously, does he have to be so loud?" You grumbled, annoyance simmering as you kicked off your tangled sheets.

It wasn't just the volume; it was the frequency. This had become an all too familiar soundtrack to your nights, and with every encounter audible through the paper-thin walls, your patience wore thinner.

"God, do they ever get tired?" The thought came unbidden, as you sat up, clenching your fists in frustration.

You paced back and forth, considering banging on the wall or maybe even screaming into your pillow. Each stifled cry and laugh from the other side felt like an invasion of your already cramped personal space.

"Okay, think... headphones. Where are my headphones?" You whispered to yourself, fumbling through your nightstand drawer in desperation.

Stressed and sleep deprived, you froze with a sudden realization: your headphones were in Jungkook's room.

You mentally cursed yourself for leaving them there, how could you be so damn forgetful?

"Are you fucking serious?" You groaned, mentally debating on whether you should interrupt Jungkook's late-night escapade or not.

"Tomorrow," you vowed silently, "I'm buying earplugs. Or soundproofing. Or moving to the moon."

As the seconds dragged on, punctuated by the occasional 'Yes!' and 'Right there!' from next door, your initial irritation gave way to a begrudging resignation. You knew this wouldn't be the last night spent battling for sleep against the symphony of Jungkook's indiscretions.

"It's now or never, Y/N. Just get it over with."

Summoning a newfound resolve, you rose from your bed and marched determinedly towards Jungkook's room. The hallway was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a cracked doorway that spilled out a warm, amber glow.

With every step, your anger fueling your actions, you were prepared to confront him about the disruption he was causing.

Clenching your fists tightly, you hesitated for a brief moment before knocking forcefully on his door.

The sounds from within abruptly ceased, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Your heart raced in anticipation as you waited for a response. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open slowly, revealing a disheveled Jungkook standing on the other side, bare chested with a sheet hanging loosely around his waist. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, clearly caught off guard.

As you stood at the threshold of his room, you were met with clothes strewn across the floor. The air was heavy with the scent of passion, mixing with a tinge of regret that hung in the air like an unanswered question.

"What the hell do you want, Y/N? Can't you see I'm busy?"

He gestured with his hand towards the inner parts of his room revealing a girl who seemed to be about your age, wide eyed and clearly uncomfortable with the situation that was playing out before her.

Your anger flared, the frustration of sleepless nights fueling your words. "I want some peace and quiet, Jungkook! This is not the first time this has happened, and I'm tired of being subjected to your...activities." You couldn't help but glare at the girl, her presence only amplifying your annoyance. "And who is she? Another one of your conquests?"

Jungkook's expression hardened, a mixture of annoyance and frustration crossing his features,"Y/N, you shouldn't come barging in like this! The stuff that I do in my time is none of your fucking business. And besides, we were just catching up."

"Catching up?" Your voice dripped with sarcasm. "Is that what you call it? Because I've heard more than enough catching up these past few weeks."

The girl let out a whimper, her eyes wide with fear, as if she was suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation.

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. Turning to the girl tangled in the covers he stared with apologetic eyes, "Look maybe you should just leave for now. We can finish what we started another time, yeah?"

The girl nodded, hastily gathering her clothes and making a beeline for the door, completely avoiding your gaze.

With a scoff, you turned your attention back to Jungkook, taking in his frustrated expression, "There, are you happy now? She's gone."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, his voice low and controlled. "You know, Y/N, you don't have to be so judgmental. Just because my lifestyle doesn't align with yours doesn't give you the right to invade my privacy and shame me for it."

Your anger flared even hotter at his words. "Invade your privacy? You've been invading mine, night after night! This is my home too, Jungkook. I deserve some peace and quiet."

He scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly. "And what about the peace and quiet I deserve? What if I told you that you're not the easiest person to live with either?"

The words stung, but you refused to back down. "I'm not the easiest person to live with!? That's bullshit! This is my apartment, or did you forget?"

He shook his head, frustrated by your accusations. "You act as if this place belongs only to you. Don't forget, Y/N, we agreed to this living arrangement equally. I have just as much right to live here as you do."

You threw your hands in the air, frustration finally starting to boil over, "Of course you fucking do! I don't care whether you have sex or not, or with who for that matter! I just wish you could be a little quieter. Is that too much to ask for?"

Jungkook laughed harshly, "If you don't care who I fuck or when I do it, then why are you standing outside my door right now, getting mad at me for that exact reason?"

If murder wasn't illegal, you would strangle Jeon Jungkook with your bare hands right fucking now, no regrets.

But instead of giving in to the violent urge that bubbled within you, you took a step back, trying to regain your composure. It was clear that this argument was going nowhere, and you knew that escalating the situation further would only make matters worse.

"I came here to address the noise issue, Jungkook," you said through gritted teeth, your voice strained with frustration. "I've been struggling to sleep because of the constant disruptions, and I wanted to talk it out like adults. But clearly, that's not possible."

Jungkook scoffed, "Are you saying I'm not mature enough to handle this situation?"

Oh fuck, someone should restrain you before things get violent.

"What?? When did I say th--" You paused for a moment, thinking before allowing a sly smile to spread across your features, "Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up in disbelief, his eyes narrowing in anger. "You think you're so high and mighty, don't you? Always acting like you're better than everyone else," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

You smirked, the tension between the two of you crackling in the air. "Well, at least I have some self-control. Unlike you, who can't seem to keep it in your pants long enough for me to get a good night's sleep."

His face flushed red, a mixture of embarrassment and rage contorting his features. "You don't know anything about me."

"Oh please," you scoffed. "Enlighten me then, Jeon Jungkook. I'd love to hear your story that justifies keeping the whole apartment complex awake every damn night."

Jungkook's jaw clenched, and you could see the anger flickering in his gaze. But instead of retaliating with harsh words or escalating the tension further, he surprised you by exhaling slowly, seemingly calming himself down before suddenly leaning in close enough that you could feel his warm breath fanning across your face.

"Are you sure you're angry because it's too loud for you to sleep?" He whispered, a devilish smirk etched into his features, "are you sure it's not just because you're jealous?"

"Jealous?" You sputtered, taken aback by his change in demeanor, "of what? Of the fact that you're fucking every girl and their mother?"

Jungkook nodded slowly, "Do you want some of the action, Y/N? Do you want me to fuck you so good you see stars?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at Jungkook, his words hanging in the air between you, the tension between the two of you reaching its peak. A part of you was shocked, but another part was aroused by his audacity.

"What the hell are you suggesting?" You hissed, your voice barely above a whisper. "You really think I'd let you do that to me?"

Jungkook smirked, a predatory gleam flaring up in his eyes. "Don't tell me you're not curious. You've seen me with other girls, you've heard the noises... do you ever wonder what it's like for them? To be in my arms, to be with me?"

Your breath hitched as you processed his words. Was this really happening? Was he really saying these things to you?

"You know, Y/N, you keep complaining about all the girls I've brought home these past few weeks, but you've never once stopped to ask me why."

"Because you have the same sex drive as a horny teenager?" You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

He took a step closer, his body language commanding your attention, "I was home that night." He whispered, eyes sparkling at your retort, a twinkle of mischief in his gaze.

"W-what do you mean? Which night?"

Jungkook's voice lowered, dangerous and seductive, "The night you came home with Taehyung."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," You stammered, feeling your body heat up as his gaze lingered on you.

Jungkook's smirk widened, "Oh, I think you do, Y/N. You came home that night, tipsy and flushed, your hair still wet from the rain that had been pounding on the windows."

You laughed nervously, trying to act innocent despite the fact that you knew exactly what he was talking about, "What...what do you mean?"

"I heard every noise you made that night, Y/N. Every cry, every scream, every moan, every whimper."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl, "And I watched you. I watched you give yourself to that boy, your eyes closed tight, your body arching back and forth in rhythmic motions. I saw every flush of color, every quiver of your lips, your nails digging into his back as you came undone."

You froze. If you had known Jungkook was home that day, there was no way in hell you would have left the door open as Taehyung fucked you into oblivion. At least...that's what you want Jungkook to think.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You wanted to deny it, to push him away, but at the same time, a part of you was yearning for more.

"Jungkook what are you--"

You couldn't finish your sentence before he was upon you, his mouth devouring yours in a passionate kiss that left you breathless.

You knew you should stop him, that you should push him away, but the arousal that Jungkook had stirred within you overcame any rational thought. You moaned into his mouth, your body arching into his, desire and want consuming your whole being.

He gently pushed you against the wall, his body caging yours in. Your lips met in a passionate collision that sent sparks flying between the two of you. Jungkook's tongue darted out to taste you, delving deep into your mouth with a groan. You welcomed him eagerly, your hands running through his messy hair before moving to his back, nails scratching lightly against his skin, leaving trails of desire.

He pulled away for a moment to run his nose along your jaw, inhaling deeply. To him, you tasted like cherry lip-gloss and wine, and Jungkook loved it. He captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it softly before whispering hoarsely against it, "You have no fucking clue how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you."

His hands slid down your body, caressing your curves, making their way to your hips.

He lifted you up just enough that you wrapped your legs around his waist, arching into him.

Jungkook's free hand found its way under your shirt, tracing circles on your stomach before working its way up to cup your breast.

You moaned into the kiss, your head spinning from the mix of emotions coursing through your body. You've never been this intoxicated by someone before.

The scent of his cologne filled your senses, making you dizzy with want and need. You pressed your body against his hard length, feeling him stir against you. Your heart skipped a beat at his arousal, and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

You pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air as you looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Take me to your room." Your voice came out husky, a mere whisper.

Jungkook didn't need to be asked twice, pulling you closer towards his room. As the two of you moved, he nipped at your neck, causing you to gasp and squirm in his arms.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, the sound of your passionate breathing filling the air. His room is only a few steps away, and he stumbled through the door, out of breath.

The two of you tumbled onto the bed together, your bodies entwined in a sea of need.

"You're everything I've ever wanted," he murmured against your skin before kissing his way down your neck towards your clothed breasts. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your softness as his mouth traced a trail of fire across your collarbone. Your bodies moved together sensuously, practically in unison.

You paused for a moment, looking down at the obvious erection he was sporting beneath the sheet that was somehow still wrapped around his waist.

You could feel the warmth of Jungkook's body as you sat next to him, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with his breaths.

You couldn't resist the temptation any longer; You reached your hand out to touch the bulge in the sheet that covered his waist. Boldly, You slid your fingers over the fabric, teasing him as you dragged the seets downwards to reveal a hard, hot shaft.

Jungkook groaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your hand around it, encasing it within your warm, soft palm. It twitched in response, pulsing slightly under your touch.

Jungkook moaned softly, his lips parting as he watched your every move, hunger burning in his eyes. You had never felt so powerful before, so in control.

"You're going to drive me crazy, Y/N." Jungkook whispered, a hint of warning in his voice.

You grinned, happy to have succeeded in your goal, "But you know I love pushing buttons." you replied, voice thick with desire.

"Keep going." His voice was ragged, broken. He grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together, guiding your hand up and down his length. The fabric of the sheet brushed against your knuckles as it lay draped against his thighs.

You began to stroke him in sync with his movements, your breath hitching slightly at the feel of him. You took in the scent of his skin, warm and slightly salty with arousal, and the sound of your entwined fingers rubbing against the sheet, rustling softly.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his neck as you continued to stroke him. His skin was warm against your mouth, and you savored the taste of his sweat.

You nipped at his earlobe, delighting in the way he shivered beneath your touch. "Jungkook, can I suck your dick? Please?" You asked, your tongue dancing along his jawline.

He nodded against your lips, his hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact. You slid your other hand down to caress his balls, gently cupping them in your palm. They were heavy and full, and you couldn't help but wonder what they'd feel like in your hand when they were covered in your juices. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through your core, and you found yourself growing wetter and wetter by the minute.

"Y/N..." he moaned, his voice hoarse. "Please..."

You slipped the sheet away from him to allow yourself better access, quickly falling to your knees in front of him, and boy, did Jungkook love the sight.

You marvelled at the size of his cock, large and thick, glistening with pre-cum. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you wrapped your lips around the head, feeling his warm skin against your tongue.

Jungkook moaned deeply at the sensation, his fingers tangling in your hair as he felt the hot wetness envelop him. You licked and nuzzled the underside of his shaft with your tongue, teasing the sensitive skin with each flick before taking more of him in your mouth. You pulled back slowly, the head of Jungkook's cock slipping from your lips with an audible sucking sound, and then slid back down, taking him to the root with a loud gulp. Jungkook's hips bucked up off the mattress involuntarily, craving more.

You hummed in approval, cheeks hollowing as you bobbed your head up and down, creating a rhythm that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. You cupped one of Jungkook's balls in your hand, massaging gently as you continued to deep throat him. Jungkook's taste exploded on your tongue, filling the room with a musky scent that made the both of you shudder. Each time you withdrew, you flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue, driving Jungkook insane with lust.

"Fuck baby...just like that." He moaned, threading his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer to him.

Jungkook's muscles tensed under your touch, his thighs trembling with the effort to hold still. He felt himself growing closer to his peak, his cock throbbing in your mouth. The sounds of your breathing grew louder, faster, and the room was filled with wet, slurping noises as you sucked harder. His eyes fluttered open when he felt your teeth graze against the sensitive skin at the base of his cock, and he cried out, arching into the touch.

"Ahh, shit, that mouth feels so good.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a smirk gracing your lips. "Like that?" You asked, voice rough with desire.

Jungkook nodded, unable to form words as his body was consumed by pleasure. He reached down to stroke your hair, feeling the silky strands between his fingers as you moved faster, taking more of him into your mouth. Jungkook's hips bucked wildly now, meeting the rhythm of your bobbing head. He could feel the familiar tingle spreading through his body, his heart pounding in his ears.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-- shit, I'm close."

With one final thrust forward, Jungkook came, his release hot and thick in your mouth. He groaned loudly, almost giving out as he lost control.

You welcomed every drop, swallowing greedily as you continued to stroke Jungkook's length.

The room fell into silence, the only sound being their ragged breathing. Eventually, you pulled away, a satisfied smile on you face.

"That was amazing," Jungkook whispered, his cheeks flushed with arousal.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His hands cupped the back of your head, holding you close as you tasted your own handiwork. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you whispered, your voice still thick with desire.

Jungkook nodded before fiddling with the hem of your shorts, "Let me make you feel good too, Y/N. I wanna taste you."

You felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as he began to run his fingers up and down your thighs, his touch sending shivers coursing through your body.

"Jungkook, I'm all yours," you whispered, your eyes never leaving his as he continued to explore your body.

He smiled softly before slowly kissing his way up your inner thigh, his tongue tracing a path that sent a rush of excitement coursing through your body. He paused for a moment, his knees brushing against your legs as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire.

"Just tell me what you want, babe," he rasped, his voice low and full of lust.

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. You had never felt this exposed before, never this vulnerable. But you knew that this was what you wanted, this connection with him, and you trusted him implicitly.

"I-I want you, Jungkook. Please, just touch me."

Jungkook nodded moving himself slightly have have better access to your dripping pussy.

Smiling, he slowly pulled your shorts down your legs, revealing your most intimate parts to him.

You part your legs slightly, inviting him in as he pressed his lips to you slit, exploring with soft little licks and kisses. His warm breath bathed you sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh fuck..." You let out, arching your back slightly into his touch.

His tongue dove in, tracing your folds and flicking against your clit, lapping at your juices like a hungry animal. Your hips jerked forward involuntarily as he began to suck on your sensitive bud, drawing out a moan from the depths of your throat. "Jungkook..." you panted, gripping onto his hair tightly. He sucked harder, pulling on your clit between his teeth, and you gasped, feeling your whole body tense up.

"You taste so good," he mumbled against your entrance, tongue darting around inside of you.

To him, you tasted both sweet and salty, driving him wild.

Your breath hitched as he started thrusting his tongue in and out, in sync with his fingers that are now rubbing your entrance. His other hand squeezed your ass cheek, pulling you closer, and you whimpered, unable to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through you. Each thrust of his tongue hit your G-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core.

"Fuck, Jungkook," you cried out, throwing your head back, hair falling in front of your face as you lost control.

You tried to push him away, needing a moment to catch your breath, but he didn't budge. His tongue pushed deeper, exploring every inch of you, and you can't help but whimper

"I'm so close!" You warned, voice thin and breaking.

Jungkook smirked, feeling a sense of power in being able to bring you this close so quickly. He quickened his pace, his tongue flicking and thrusting inside of you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips bucked wildly, your back arched, and you cried out, your whole body trembling with pleasure.

When you could finally take no more, you cried out his name, your body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, your orgasm gripping his tongue and clenching around him. Jungkook continued to lick and suckle at your sensitive folds, drawing out every last drop of pleasure that he could, until you finally collapsed back down onto the bed, spent and breathless.

He gently pulled away, giving you space to recover, his own breath coming out ragged as he stared down at you, awe written across his face.

"Y/N. That was incredible. You're incredible." He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair.

You leaned back slightly to meet his eyes, "I want you inside of me, Jungkook. Please."

"But...don't you want to take a break?" He asked, concern clear in his voice as he looked into your eyes. You smiled softly, understanding the concern behind his words.

"No. Please, Jungkook, I need you."

"Fuck..." He lowered his head and you found his dick, hard again after eating you out.

You gave him a few swift strokes, eliciting a moan followed by a string of curses.

You guided him towards your entrance, slowly opening your legs to expose yourself to him. You wanted him, needed him, and began taking him in slowly, inch by inch.

A low growl escaped his throat as you enveloped him fully, the two of you moving in perfect sync. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you closer, deeper.

"Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good," he groaned, chest heaving.

Jungkook thrust into you with a steady rhythm. His hips slapping against your ass as the two of you moaned in unison. The bed creaked with your movements, filling the air with an erotic melody. Your nails dug into Jungkook's back, leaving red marks visible against his perfect skin. He growled, biting down on your neck as he lifted you up and slammed you down onto him with more force. Your breasts swayed with each movement of his hips, nipples hardening against his chest.

"You feel so damn good," he growled, his hips bucking faster with each thrust, his eyes never leaving yours.

You moaned softly, meeting his thrusts with fervor. His breaths came out ragged, panting as he continued to move inside of you.

Your bodies moved together in perfect sync as he pinned you down, not wanting to lose the feeling of being this close to you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left you gasping for air.

To him, you tasted of both of your combined sweat and his essence as he nipped at your bottom lip before devouring it once more.

Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, urging him to go deeper. He groaned into the kiss and complied, slamming into you harder as he felt your inner walls clench around him.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, the word lingering there as you both pulled apart to gasp for air. "You're so fucking perfect, Y/N." He slammed into you again, his pace quickening as he lost control. His fingers dug into your hips, marking your flesh with his nails.

The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, echoing in the silence. Your head hit the headboard with every powerful thrust, eyes rolled back in ecstasy. You whimpered Jungkook's name, voice hoarse from the pleasure coursing through your veins.

You felt everything, each inch of him inside of you, and every touch that sent shivers down your spine.

You gripped onto his hair, pulling him closer for another deep kiss. Your tongues tangled together, hearts racing as the both of you lost yourselves in this moment. With every stroke of his hips, you felt the burning sensation between your legs intensify.

It was as if he was setting you on fire, and you couldn't get enough of it. His cock hit your G-spot over and over again, driving you wild with desire.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" You screamed, "I'm close!"

Your nails dug deeper into his skin, Jungkook hissed but didn't pull away, instead, he growled low in his throat and took your lip between his teeth, marking you.

You responded by biting his neck, hard enough to leave a mark of your own.

"Ah, Jungkook!" As Jungkook slammed into you harder and harder, a familiar coil began to build inside of you, bubbling up until finally waves of pleasure crashed over you, one after the other as you found your release.

Your moans and gasps filled the room, drowning out everything else, and Jungkook followed suit, his orgasm overtaking him not long after yours.

"Holy shit, Y/N, I'm gonna-- fuck!"

With one final thrust, Jungkook groaned and his hips stuttered, his warmth filling you up completely.

Your tongues tangled as the two of you kissed, your hearts beating together.

As you caught your breath and lay there together, your bodies still intertwined, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of completion. The air was thick with the mingled scents of sex and sweat, and your skin was slick with a sheen of perspiration.

Jungkook stroked your hair softly, his fingers gentle against your skin, and you could hear the ragged rhythm of his breathing. Your gaze met his, his eyes filled with vulnerability.

You leaned forward, lips brushing against his cheek, and whispered, "So, was all of that earlier...just to make me jealous? So I would give in and take the initiative?"

Jungkook's cheeks tinged a shade of pink, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "You have no idea how long I've been into you. When I saw you with Taehyung, I just...I don't know. I saw the way you were with him, and I realized that I wanted to be the only one to make you scream like that."

Woah, that was some confession.

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of surprise, joy, and confusion wash over you. "What do you mean, you've been into me for a long time? For how long?"

Jungkook took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with a blend of fear and love. "Since the first time I saw you. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just couldn't resist you. You're everything I've ever wanted, and I knew I had to have you, Y/N."

You felt your heart flutter at his words, and you gently caressed his cheek. "I...I've had feelings for you too, Jungkook."

"Although this absolutely fucking pains me to admit, I knew you were home that day. You know, the day with uh, Taehyung. I did that on purpose. I was...I was t-trying to make you jealous."

Jungkook laughed, continuing to stroke your hair, "Well it fucking worked."

You chuckled softly at his admission, your heart swelling with affection as you traced his jawline with your fingers.

"As long as we're honest with each other, it's all good. And honestly, I don't think I would have been able to resist you either," you admitted, a shy smile playing on your lips.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I want to make sure we get this right, Y/N. I don't want to rush into anything, and I want to make sure we're both happy."

You nodded, understanding the importance of taking things slow. "I agree, Jungkook. We can take our time, and we'll figure this out together."

As you lay entwined, your sweaty bodies still glistening from your passionate encounter, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was just the beginning of your journey together and you knew that, as long as you had each other, you could face anything that came your way. The world had just opened up in the most unexpected way, and the two of you were ready to explore it together, side by side.

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yeehaw4yoongi · 2 years

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Iced Americano | JJK

Pairing: jk x barista female reader

Rating: 18+ | minors dni | nsfw

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: drinking alcohol, kissing, some swearing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, mentions of cum, titty play, mentions of food/eating, mentions of milk (but literally just milk nothing nasty is being done with the milk), shower sex, dom-ish jk

Genre: fluff, smut, non-idol au, strangers to lovers, some angst

Summary: You wake up thinking today would be like any other day but you were wrong.

A/N: Hi tumblr! This is my first stab at writing any kind of fanfic. I'm new to all the warnings, categories, and abbreviations so please bear with me. Thinking about doing a part 2 since I feel like there is so much build up in this half, so if you enjoyed it, please comment, reblog, and like!

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Today started like most of your days do. The alarm yanks you out of your slumber at 4:30AM and you drag yourself to the shower. You have about half an hour to get to the bus so you can make it to work at 6:00AM. You sprint to your stop and make it just as the bus pulls up. You won’t be late today.

As you ride down the dark city streets you make a list of everything that needs to be done to open the cafe by 7:00AM. You take inventory of everyone out and about already hard at work. Street sweepers and stall keepers mill around setting the scene for the world that has yet to wake. Despite the start time, you love the opening shift. It’s where humans on different paths cross as night transitions into the morning. Party people with pupils the size of the moon and 9 to 5’ers alike find themselves convening in the queue for coffee. The day goes by as usual. Taking orders, making light conversation, steaming milk, and cleaning up empty cups make the morning go by quickly, and before you know it’s nearly time for the shift change. By now the freshness of the morning ceases to exist. You’re covered in coffee grounds and sweat has taken its toll on your makeup. You switch out the till drawer and head to the office to count the morning’s takings. Once you finish, you collect your bag and head back into the bustling cafe. It’s a small space so you weave your way through the crowded shop. You stop by the counter on your way out to bid your workmate adieu and that’s when you notice him.

His tall slender frame leans against the counter as he orders an iced americano. He reaches for his wallet and you notice the tattoos on his hands. You don’t allow yourself to keep looking. Instead, you push passed him and the other people queuing and head for the door. One of your workmates shouts behind you “see you tomorrow!” and as you turn around to wave you meet eyes with Iced Americano. For a split second, your heart plummets into your stomach. He looks down at his phone and you’re released from his grip. He seems unfazed but the depth of his glance has shaken you. Walking down the street toward the bus you brush off the interaction. This city is full of attractive people. You serve them every day. What made him different?

“Never mind,” you tell yourself as you climb the steps to the top deck of the bus. You have errands to run and a friend’s birthday dinner to go to tonight. As the afternoon wanes you forget about Iced Americano and go about getting ready for the evening’s festivities. You make your best effort. The restaurant you’re going to for the party is one of the nicest Italian places in town and you want to look the part.

The city sparkles as you make your way through town in the cold. You see the restaurant down the road. The warmth practically flows out of the windows. As you enter, you’re met with a scene of beauty. Peach-colored light is defused through sheer fabric dressed around each of the fixtures that hang from the ceiling. They reflect off of the polished brass glass rack hanging above the marble-top bar and bathe the marble walls in a rose gold hue. Vintage mirrors hang above a row of pale blue booth seats that run parallel to the bar and give way to the dining room. You stand at the door and take it all in. Scanning the dining room you realize you’re the first of your group to arrive. The maitre d’ pulls out one of the plush mint green bar stools and motions for you to take a seat. You order yourself a glass of wine and pass the time looking through your phone. As you wait, the bar fills up around you. Your phone buzzes and it’s your friend saying they’re nearly there. You motion to the bartender to close out your tab. He places the bill on the bar. When you look down you see something familiar out of the corner of your eye- a tattoo and more importantly the hand it belongs to. How long had Iced Americano been there? Your eyes never leave the tray the receipt is on as you slide it towards you. That’s when you hear his voice. “What wine are you drinking?” You mess up your signature but decide there’s no way he was talking to you and so you push the tray back toward the bartender and place your card back in your wallet. It’s when you get up to tell the maitre d’ your group has almost arrived that you meet Iced Americano’s gaze. Turns out he was talking to you. He looks at you with an inquisitive brow as he awaits your response.

“I, I uh, it’s the Cabernet” you manage to blurt out through your shock. The bartender nods at Iced Americano and he orders the Cabernet. “Thank you,” he says with a wide smile. You stand there looking up at him for what was probably only 2 seconds but feels like much longer. Just then your friends swan in and swallow you up in their hugs and kisses of greeting. You look back at Iced Americano and smile and give him a small wave as you head to your table.

Your seat at the table faces one of the mirrors hung on the walls. You and your friends order two bottles of wine and some small plates to start. You’re wrapped up in the comfort of their company. Everyone is sharing the highlights of their day and listening as the birthday girl lists off all of the presents she’s gotten. As the server brings the wine and serves a sample to your friend you look up into the mirror. Sitting at the table directly behind you is Iced Americano with two others. His seat at the table gives you a clear view of his face in the mirror’s reflection. You try your best to stay engaged in the conversation happening at your table but the image in the mirror pulls your gaze back to it. His face is kind and his eyes are soft and doe-like. The curve of his jaw is sharp. Even through the vintage mirror, you can tell his bone structure resembles that of a statue. You’ve lost yourself in his image and he must have felt you staring because his eyes look up to meet yours. You’re rendered breathless but you don’t divert your eyes. The server pours your glass of wine and you refocus on the table.

Several food courses and drinks go by before the bill inevitably arrives. Your party wraps up and as you collect your things to leave you steal another glance at Iced Americano in the mirror hoping it won’t be the last. You make your way out with your group and wait with them as each of their cabs arrive. Standing alone on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant you watch your Uber get closer and closer to picking you up but you’re not ready to go home yet. You look behind you through the restaurant window and see Iced Americano sitting at the bar. You decide to throw caution to the wind and cancel the Uber.

The liquid courage running through your veins makes it easy, a little too easy, to take the seat directly next to the man that has captured your attention. You don’t say anything to him as the weight of your decision begins to hit you. It’s too late now, and when the bartender asks what you would like you say, “He and I will have an espresso martini,” and motion to Iced Americano sitting next to you. He looks at you with a surprised look and you grin. “Did you order that for me?” he asks with a chuckle. You nod. “What’s your name?” you ask. He responds, “My name is Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you.”

You sit at the bar nursing your drinks and talking. He’s in town working for a couple of days. You mention being a barista but don’t mention where. You talk about traveling and the places you’ve been, comparing notes on cities you’ve both visited. He is incredibly well-traveled and regales you with stories about his time spent on the road. As you chat the restaurant starts closing down. Eventually, the bartender makes the last call and Jungkook asks if you’d like to take a bottle of wine to go. The idea sends a tingle up your spine. You initially thought the espresso martini would be the nightcap but your shift doesn’t start until the afternoon the next day, and why wouldn’t you get a bottle of wine to go? You answer him, “I’d love to. I know a place we can go with it.”

When you step outside the cold air hits your lungs and the warm blur from inside the restaurant sharpens. You are greeted by the sounds of cabs passing by and people chatting and laughing as they make their way to the train station. The city lights shine and wrap you up. You feel safe under them. The libations from dinner and the impromptu nightcap make your mind feel light and optimistic like anything could happen. As though somehow this moment is the beginning of your life.

You start walking down the road and turn to see if Jungkook is following you. He’s still standing at the door holding the wine and thanking the staff for a wonderful meal and exquisite service. Waiting for him a few paces along the sidewalk you take the opportunity to admire his whole form. He’s tall with broad strong shoulders. His turtleneck hugs his arms and chest and his slacks are perfectly tailored - a statue. As he walks toward you he asks, “Where do we go next?”

The two of you make your way through town passing the theatre district down to the river. You find a bench along the bank and take a seat to watch boats pass while lights on the other side twinkle in the background. He had the forethought to ask the bartender to uncork the wine but you both forgot cups. He playfully pulls the cork and takes a swig straight from the bottle and then hands it to you. It’s cold out but you don’t feel it. Maybe it’s the wine? Maybe it’s him? Either way, you never feel uncomfortable. You talk with him about what brought you to the city and how you love being there. He listens intently and seems to hang on to your every word. Time flies as you take turns drinking the wine and before you know it, the bottle is empty. You sit there with him in the dark a bit longer looking out over the water. The silence between you is pleasant. You can feel his arm up against yours and you fight the urge to take his hand at that moment.

He looks at his phone and breaks the silence, “Let’s walk back to where I’m staying and I can get you a cab back home.” By now, you know that even if you didn’t desperately want to walk him home, you’ve had so much wine that there’s no way you can get into a vehicle without walking it off a bit. As you stroll up to the beautiful historic hotel, you see there’s a town car parked in the front. “This is for you,” Jungkook says with a smile and motions to the car. Going home is the last thing you want to do but you don’t want to force anything. You thank him for the ride and tell him you hope he has a great remainder of his stay in town. As you turn toward the car, Jungkook takes your hand in his and pulls you toward him into a hug. You breathe him in and he smells like clean fresh laundry. “Thank you for showing me around,” he says releasing you, “I had a great time.” You go to respond but don’t get the chance. He leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you around,” he whispers in your ear with a sly smile and you stand there stunned. He notices that you’ve been caught off guard and walks to the side of the car and opens the door. That’s your cue. You get into the backseat and he closes the door behind you, giving a small wave as the car pulls away from the hotel.

Your whole body buzzes as you ride through the city. When you get home you realize you never exchanged numbers. As you sink into bed you replay the events of the evening in your mind. Every look, every word, every brush of his arm against yours. The kiss cycles over and over. Even if it was just tonight, it was worth it.

The next day you have a slow morning. By some miracle, you aren’t hungover but the booze has made you feel sluggish. You think about Jungkook as you get ready for work that afternoon and while heading to the bus stop. You think about him as you ride through town and as you walk to the cafe. You can’t shake him and you don’t want to. Deep down you tell yourself not to get your hopes up. What are the chances of you seeing him again? Despite you trying to manage your expectations, you watch the cafe door your entire shift hoping he’ll appear there. Patron after patron comes in. No Jungkook. Finally, you give up hope that he’ll come in but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about the night before. You spend the rest of the shift on autopilot, stuck in your endless daydream. You close up the shop and head back home. You have to open up the next day and can’t afford another late night. Riding the bus, your mind drifts to last night. It remembers the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. It remembers the feeling of his lips pushed against yours and the feeling of his breath on your ear.

Once again, your alarm startles you awake at 4:30AM. Another day, another shift. You’ve accepted the idea that your evening with Jungkook was only a brief encounter and one of the many perks of living in the city. You never know who you’ll meet and what will happen. The memory will live fondly in the back of your mind for a while until time inevitably reduces it to a blip on the timeline of your life. The shift goes by as normal and you greet and serve the first arrivals into the shop. The morning is peppered with the regular corporate types and rave stragglers. You spend your time chatting, catching up with them, and listening to what they have planned for the rest of their day. As the lunch rush starts to pick up, the queue for service extends to just outside of the door. You’re nearing the end of your shift but there’s still a lot to do, so you move from the till to behind the coffee machine to help your workmate with the influx of coffee orders flooding in.

As you steam the milk at the end of the counter, you grow tired and the awareness of what’s happening around you disappears. It’s just you and the milk pitcher. You watch the milk swirl around in the jug making sure not to burn it. With your focus on the upcoming orders you never see Jungkook enter the cafe, but now he is standing at the end of the counter and says, “Hi” breaking your focus. When you look up and see who the greeting comes from, you almost don’t believe your eyes. The chances of you meeting again seemed slim and yet here he is. You realize that you’re fully staring at him, mouth agape. You try to respond like someone who has spoken before but your “Hey! How are you?” comes out as more of an abrupt shout. He doesn't skip a beat and tells you that he was meant to leave town the day before but that he still had some things to wrap up and extended his trip a few days. You’re delighted by this news but you do your best to stay cool and nonchalant. His drink is a few places behind others in line but none of the other patrons matter anymore. You make each drink and just slide them to the end of the counter as you and Jungkook chat. He didn’t know you worked here and mentioned how he was in the cafe a few days ago. You pretend not to remember. Finally, his drink is up. Unlike the coffees before his, you take extra care and gently slide the drink directly toward him. He asks you for a lid and as you go to put it on, there is a brief fumble. He doesn’t anticipate you putting the lid on for him and reaches to secure it as you place it on top of his cup. His slender fingers and soft palm land directly on the top of your hand. You both look up at each other and giggle. He takes a sip of his drink and thanks you for making it just right. You swoon and he notices. He says that he’s been given tickets to a show later that night and asks if you’d like to go with him. You exchange a glance with your workmate standing to your left. She has completely stopped making espresso shots and is waiting for you to respond to him while nodding her head as though to say, “Say yes, fool!”. You quickly turn back to face Jungkook and tell him, “sounds great”. Noticing that the number of people waiting for their coffee has caused a crowd to form, he takes a pen from his bag and writes his number on a napkin, and hands it to you. “Send me your address. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

As soon as you finish work you text him your address. [See you soon.] he replies. You race home and start the process of getting ready. No task is spared as you prep for a night on the town with quite possibly the most beautiful man on the planet. You try on all of your clothes and then all of your roommate’s clothes before finally deciding on what you’ll wear. You put on the designer perfume your grandmother gave you for your birthday. Promptly at 7:00PM your phone buzzes. You give yourself a last look and take a deep breath. When you open the front door, there is Jungkook sitting on the street in an Aston Martin. He gets out of the car and goes around the other side to open the passenger door. He’s wearing black combat boots, fitted black trousers, and a knit charcoal grey crew neck sweater over a white collared shirt. You walk toward him and he takes your hand to help you into the car. He gets into the driver’s seat but before he puts the car back into gear, he looks over at you and says, “You look amazing.” You thank him and reciprocate the compliment even though “amazing” doesn’t even begin to describe how gorgeous he looks. He is fucking hot with his black hair combed in a way that exposes a bit of his forehead. You fight the urge to lick your lips as you watch him wrap his tattooed fingers around the steering wheel.

You arrive at an elite member’s only Burlesque club in Soho. The hostess shows you to a cozy private booth with soft cushioned upholstery and oversized pillows that line the back. As the two of you settle in, the manager stops by the table to drop off a complimentary bottle of champagne. Jungkook smiles when he sees her and stands up to greet her with a hug and cheek kiss, as though they’ve met before. He introduces you and she winks as she greets you. She says, “Any friend of JK is a friend of mine. If you need anything at all, just ask for me.” A server comes by and takes your drink and food order just as the lights in the club dim and the spotlight flicks onto the stage. Jungkook makes sure your glass never runs dry as one beautiful woman after another takes the stage. Each one of their performances is glamorous and sensual. As the show goes on, the two of you inch closer and closer to each other until he takes his arm and puts it over your shoulder. You allow yourself to let your guard down and lean your head to the side to rest it in the nook where his chest meets his shoulder. You stay there until the show is over.

The club isn’t far from his hotel and as you stroll down the street it dawns on you that that’s the direction you’re heading in. You brace yourself for another town car. When the hotel is just within eyeshot, Jungkook makes a random but smooth turn onto a narrow alley and points out some street art on the wall. As you follow behind him trying to see what he’s talking about he turns around and slowly walks back toward you until you’ve backed yourself onto the wall opposite of the one he was looking at. He walks right up to the point where you’re nearly touching and then stops. You turn your gaze upward to look him in the eyes and he says, “I’m just kidding. I wanted a private place to kiss you.” He leans in and lays a small kiss on your lips. And then another. You kiss him back as you slowly wrap your arms around his waist and draw him in closer. For a few moments, the two of you stand there entwined seemingly suspended in time. It feels like you’re levitating. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue into yours, triggering all the butterflies in your stomach to a frenzy. Pulling back, he lays a few more small kisses on your lips before bringing your arms up around his neck and wrapping his arms around your back to pull you into him again. You stand there in silence breathing in unison. As you stroke the hair that grazes the nape of his neck he leans into yours and kisses it softly. Kissing your neck he says, “Do you,” another kiss, “want,” another kiss, “to come up,” another kiss, “with me?” You reply into the night sky as your head rolls back, and his kisses drift further down your neck, “Absolutely”.

Your heart pounds as you walk through the hotel doors but you aren’t nervous. Facing the front of the mirrored elevator doors, Jungkook stands behind you. He admires your reflections for a moment and you watch him as he drapes his left arm over the front of you while using his right hand to caress the left side of your face and turn it up to the right to meet his for a kiss. The doors ding open and you walk into the elevator. He pushes a button near the top floor and the doors close.

You are standing on opposite sides of the elevator and with each floor that passes the tension between you grows. It takes everything you have not to throw yourself on him but you test the waters and ask, “Why are you all the way over there?”. His demeanor shifts and when his gaze meets yours, you see a fire burning in his eyes. He takes the two steps across the elevator, looks over at the buttons, and smashes the Emergency stop. The elevator halts. Facing you, Jungkook raises his hand and places his thumb on your lip, applying some pressure while moving it carefully and with purpose until your mouth is slightly open. He starts to lean in, slowly sliding his thumb and index finger down to the tip of your chin, and lifts your face until your mouths meet in a deep and passionate French kiss. Your face rests gently in the palms of his hands. The way he kisses you feels like he needs you to breathe. “Can I touch you?”, he asks, his voice nearly a whisper but not quite. As he waits for your response, once again you find yourself answering into the sky but this time you’re met with your reflection in the mirrored ceiling of the elevator. You look yourself in the eyes as they roll back into your head and you whisper, “Please”.

When the elevator doors open Jungkook slides his fingers out from your now-damp underwear and leads you into an immaculately decorated suite. He flicks on a lamp and then another and you stop at the end of the entryway to take in the space.

As you admire your surroundings, Jungkook asks if you’d like a glass of wine while he pulls back a heavy curtain to reveal a private terrace with a breathtaking view of the city. You walk over to where he’s standing by the window and look out. The city lights twinkle in a panorama. He asks you again if you’d like some wine but you are too distracted by flashbacks of the elevator ride up when he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you as he rubbed your clit with the bottom of his palm to notice Jungkook waiting for your response whilst you look out over the city. He clears his throat and you are suddenly very aware of him waiting and see him looking at you out of the corner of your eye.

You turn toward him and say, “I think I want something stronger,” as you move your hand over the front of his trousers to find what you actually want. You land on the task at hand and you feel him twitch slightly under your palm, as he begins to harden at your touch. Looking up at his face, his eyes are closed and he lets out a soft moan as he exhales. You keep your hand where it is for a bit longer before moving it up toward his waist until your fingers are touching the bottom of his sweater giving it a light tug to signal that it’s time for him to take it off. He crosses his arms over his torso, reaching to where your hands are resting near his waist, and pulls the sweater up and over his head. While his arms are still mid-air, you reach up and start unbuttoning the white collared shirt. You lay a kiss on the skin that is exposed with each undone button. He is breathing heavier now. You only get halfway through unbuttoning his shirt before he takes you by the waist and turns you toward the window. He puts his hand on your back and presses you into it just enough to indicate that he’s the one in control. His hand moves down your back to your hips and guides them into place. His other hand is busy lifting your skirt and resting the fabric on your lower back to expose your ass. “If you want something stronger, that’s what you’ll get”. You hear his zipper coming down and his belt clink as he unbuckles. The glass is cold against your palms and arms. The city continues to glow in front of you as you feel him slide your panties down.

The anticipation begins to bubble over and every part of your body throbs and screams out for him. You let out a whine when he starts teasing you with his tip, before slowly and gently sliding every inch of him inside of you. You both moan softly and relish the first moment your bodies fully meet each other. Jungkook pulls out nearly leaving you but slides himself deep inside you again. He repeats this a few times and then proceeds to slowly and steadily fuck you from behind. Each thrust is deliberate and forces you to feel all of him as he strokes your g-spot. You can feel the pressure inside of you starting to build and he can too. He gradually quickens his pace remaining consistent with the depth and cadence of his strokes. Your head gets cloudy as your orgasm continues to mount. “Fuck!” you exclaim as Jungkook starts to hammer into you with a rhythm where you cease to see straight anymore. You try to regain your composure but all you can do is plead with him not to stop- never stop. “I won’t,” he barks through gritted teeth. You come so hard that your legs nearly give out and he’s quick to catch you with one arm around your torso to keep you from buckling. He never misses a beat and the waves of your orgasm keep crashing over you.

When he feels you reach the other side of pleasure, he pulls himself out of your warmth and gently rubs the head of his cock across your ass cheeks as he releases onto them. You feel the warm trickles of his cum roll down as he steps back to admire his work. Still bent over and facing the window you look back at him over your right shoulder and see him standing there with a naughty smile stretched across his face while he pulls up his trousers. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. In an effort not to make a mess of your skirt, you unzip it and bring it up over your body and head. You drape it over one of the armchairs and hear the shower turn on in the other room. As you walk toward the sound you remove your top and drop it onto the floor.

Entering the bathroom you are met with a fully naked Jungkook. The form that you’ve admired through turtlenecks and fitted trousers is now on full display. He has a striking physique and you can tell that he takes time to maintain it. He is lean but still muscular. He’s strong but has made an effort not to overdo it so that it looks almost effortless. You can see all of his tattoos now and you’re surprised by how many there are.

Steam spills over the top of the walk-in shower and he opens the door and beckons for you to get in. He takes the sponge hanging on the wall and squeezes some soap onto it. The scent of gardenia wafts through the steam as he creates a lather and drags the sponge along the different parts of your body, paying particular attention to your ass making sure to remove whatever is still left of him. He wrings out the sponge and hangs it back on the wall. As the warm water continues to cascade down, you turn to face him and wrap your arms around his waist to pull his body close to yours. You rest your head on his chest and feel him breathe. Still captured in your embrace, Jungkook turns the two of you as a unit so that you are facing him as he slowly sits down on the banquette that is built into the shower. You continue to stand. You place your hands under his chin and tilt his head so that he’s looking straight up into your eyes. You lean down to kiss him. He kisses you back gently and when you move your head to change angles you catch a peek of his face through your partially closed eyes. His brow is furrowed as though he is savoring every second of this kiss. His expression is soft and sincere. It makes you feel like at that moment, you belong to each other. Like you want to take care of him. To protect his heart. To make sure he always feels cherished. You start to lose yourself in your head as you continue to caress him. The emotions rising into your throat border on heartbreaking. You know this is a fleeting moment. Nothing is promised after tonight.

You pull back from the kiss and start to straighten your stance, while he glides his mouth down your neck and chest until he has one of your breasts in his mouth. You feel his tongue circling your nipple as his hand takes your other breast into it. He rubs his thumb over your other nipple while using his free arm to keep you close to him. Gently, you comb your fingers through the wet hair on the back of his head and hold it as he transfers his mouth to your other breast. You reach down between his legs as he continues to suck on your tits and find that he is hard.

Jungkook adjusts so that he is sitting on the very edge of the banquette to make it easier for you to straddle him. As you lower yourself down onto him, he pulls you in so close that it’s hard to tell where he starts and you stop. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your face is pressed against the side of his. Once you feel that he is completely inside of you, you start rocking your hips back and forth slowly. He moans when he feels your core grip around his cock. Breathing in unison, every slight movement becomes more gratifying than the last, transporting you to an alternate realm. Nothing else exists as you allow yourself to surrender to the intimacy of this moment. No one can see you. No one will ever know the energy exchanged here tonight. It belongs solely to the two of you. “Give it all to me, baby,” Jungkook coos in your ear, as though he’s cheering you to the finish. Your ears pop when you come and for a moment you are totally paralyzed as you let out a silent scream and throw your head back while palpable bliss courses between you. As you slowly grind on him you bring your face to his eye level and kiss him while he comes inside of you. Even after he’s finished you stay connected on the banquette while the water continues to run so you can stay in this moment as long as possible.

Dawn starts to shine over the city skyline as you climb into the big hotel bed. Jungkook pulls the heavy curtain across the window and the room descends into nearly pitch darkness. He crawls into bed next to you. You’re both still naked and your skin is warm and clean. The two of you lay in the darkness talking for a while. You talk about how beautiful the burlesque dancers were at the show and about how delicious the food was. Your conversation wanders aimlessly as you curl up into the nook of his neck and he reaches down to pull your leg over him. He holds on to the bottom of your thigh to keep it draped over him. His breathing starts to deepen and you are lulled to sleep by every inhale and exhale. You smell gardenias as you doze off.

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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Late Night Talking

Jungkook/Reader

Summary; Fluff loosely based on the drunk live he did the other day cuz he killed us all with it.

Warnings; established relationships, fluff, swearing, drinking/alcohol, female reader, implied sexual content, (nothing happens) use of noona.

Word count;1136 Masterlist

Jungkook had randomly decided that he wanted to go live...At 2AM, why? You had no idea. He was even doing it without permission, which did make you a little concerned but, what could they really do to punish him at this point?

You didn’t really understand why the live couldn’t have waited till tomorrow, i’s not like he wouldn’t have had time but whatever, plus you were a night owl so you didn’t mind waiting up for him. Not that you had much of a choice either way, considering he had taken over the bedroom.

You were currently sat in the room adjacent to the bedroom, just mindlessly scrolling on your phone as Bam lay next to you. You could hear Jungkook talking and even singing from the next room, you cringed at how loud he got at some points. Hopefully the walls were thick enough so that your neighbours couldn’t hear you. He had been live for over an hour at this point, putting the time at not long past 3AM.

You decided to change tabs on your pone to check up and see what he was actually doing.

‘I have Y/N’s initials in a little heart on my inner arm.’ His tired voice flowed from your phone as he showed his arm. He was showing his tattoos off. This would make ARMY go crazy, you silently chuckled at the thought of them getting what they had been asking for since he first started getting tattooed.

‘Y/N has JK on her for me.’ Your ears perked up at the mention of your name, ‘She also has a little cookie that she got years ago. She’s kinda embarrassed about it.’ He laughed at the last part. Your face heated up as you noticed his chat suddenly speed up after he exposed your secret tattoo.

You groaned as you closed out the app, leaning over to cuddle up to Bam, ‘I’m going to kill your dad.’

Truth is, you were a little embarrassed by the small cookie tattoo on your ribs. You got it not long after you started dating, being the result of a drunken night spent together. Luckily, the two of you had managed to stay together since then, not that it was a difficult task by any means.

Just under an hour had passed since you checked in on him, until you noticed your twitter notifications going more crazy than usual.

‘What the-‘ You were kind of scared to look honestly. Usually when twitter went off like this it wasn’t due to something good, but your face lit up with amusement when you realised what was happening.

(Ignore the time on the tweets)

You had a wide smile on your face as you got up to check on him once gain, Bam not hesitating to follow closely behind you.

‘Kook?’ You slowly pushed the bedroom door open.

‘Ah noona...’ He looked up at you with wide eyes, almost as if he had forgotten you were here. Yeah. He was drunk, you thought to yourself.

‘You ok? You’ve been live for quite a while now.’ You smile at him as you moved closer, Bam way ahead of you, already nestling up against Jungkook who started to scratch his head.

He reached his hand out to grasp your and pull you forward.

‘Come say hi to ARMY.’ Your eyes widened as you realised he wanted you to appear on camera. You swiftly anchored yourself to the floor, not allowing him to move you anymore.

‘Boy it’s pat 4AM! You’re insane if you think I’m getting on camera looking like this!’ You were currently sporting one of Jungkooks oversized t-shirts, using it as a nightgown as it came to your mid thigh, with only your panties underneath, hair pulled into a messy ponytail and face bare. If he were sober, he wouldn’t be so careless to try and get you on camera in your current state of undress, but obviously his judgement was a little clouded right now.

‘You always look beautiful to me though...’ His face dropped slightly at your rejection as yours also softened. Feeling bad, you reached forward and pulled him up by his arm so his face was out of camera view, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his lips. As you pulled back, you pushed some of his fluffy hair out of his face before moving to rest your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch.

‘I’m gonna lay down in bed, why don’t you come join me soon?’ You tried your best to speak softly to him, in a effort to not be heard by his live stream, but with a quick glance at the screen as you fully pulled away, it confirmed to you that yes, they had in fact heard you.

JUNGKOOK!

Kookie is gonna get some OMG!

Don’t leave us Kook L

Y/N IS A MASSIVE SLUT!

Are we cockblocking JK right now?

OMG guys I cant.....

And so on. You get the picture.

You couldn’t help but laugh as around 10 million people now knew that Jungkook would be getting lucky when he got off live.

He flopped back down in view of the camera, cheeks tinted red with blush at the flood of messages coming in about his sex life.

‘Anyway...’ Jungkook trailed off, trying to change the subject as he once again lay down on his arms, reading the chat.

You laugh to yourself again at how cruel you were to him, but could you push it further?

Before crawling onto the bed you turned back to look at him, causing his eyes to flick up to you. Smirking, you began to slowly lift his shirt from your body and over your head, revealing your naked form to him, with only your lower region covered by a thin pair of panties. You then turned away before laying down on the bed, facing away from him on your front as you played with your phone, just to tease him a little more.

His eyes widened and he sat up a little as he took you in. If he were sober he would have been able to hide his reaction better, alas he was not so now, he was faced with millions of people in his chat, basically demanding to know what he was looking at. He now had to find a way to quickly end the live stream without seeming too suspicious, but that ship had already sailed, as a quick check on twitter revealed to you that #KookieGetsLucky is already trending. You bit your lip as you tried to conceal your laughter.

If he wasn’t already in trouble with the company, then he for sure would be now and it was all your fault. Oh well, worth it.

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armpirate · 8 months

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I'll be randomly posting one-shots whenever I come up with any ideas. Mainly, they'll be about Jungkook and San (Ateez), but if you have any requests as well, please don't doubt on sending them my way!

🔥smut

🌶suggestive

💕fluff

Jungkook

Is it the water or is it me? 🔥

A friend's help (Part 1) 🔥

A friend's help (Part 2) 🔥

Driving lesson 💕

Disturbs on the 3rd floor 🌶

Disturbs on the 3rd floor (Part 2) 🔥

RED 🔥

You're the Only One 🔥

A little blessing 🔥💕

Temptation 🔥

Did I say I love you? | Bf experience 🔥💕

San

I hate how bad I want you (Part 1) 🌶

I hate how bad I want you (Part 2) 🔥

Kalla 🔥

I hate how bad I want you (Part 3) 🔥

Soundleasure 🔥

I hate how bad I want you (Part 4) 🔥

Twisted 🔥

Wander through my body | Bf experience 🔥💕

Better than Fiction | Bf experience 🔥

Through the storm | Bf experience 💕

Bittersweet | Bf experience 🔥

#masterlist #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #one shot #ateez #choi san #sanxreader #armpirate #fluff #jungkook fluff #choi san smut #choi san fluff

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multidxni · 1 year

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naps on rainy afternoons

pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

It's raining. Jungkook is sitting on the couch with Y/n lying in his lap. She's reading a new book while he's watching documentaries on TV.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"I really want to marry you." Jungkook lets out, while her eyes suddenly raise from her book, as she looks at him.

He smiles warmly, while she gets up to straddle his waist.

She ends up smiling with him, their foreheads touching.

"Me too, Jungkook." She whispers, placing gentle kisses on his cheeks.

He melts into her embrace, his arms around her tiny waist tightening.

She hums a quiet song to him, brushing his hair back from his forehead, a habit she surely picked up lately.

Closing his eyes, he feels the safest he's ever felt, already wanting to fall asleep to her caresses and soft, lovely voice.

"Wanna lie down baby?" She sweetly says, realizing he was getting sleepy.

"Mhmm" He murmurs, a yawn following shortly after.

She lies down first, stretching her arms out. "Come here."

He's watching her through heavy eyelids, a smile sill present on his lips.

His body covers hers like a blanket, as her arms wrap around his back.

"I love you." He mumbles in her neck, tickling her with his breath.

"I love you too."

Her eyes are starting to get heavy too, as she sees him part his lips, breathing slowly. He is already sleeping.

"My sweet man." She whispers, caressing the little scar on his face.

In no time she falls asleep too, while they hold each other, their feet tangled together.

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clownprincehoeshi · 27 days

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Parallel Hearts - Chapter 7

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?

Pairing: fem reader x ?idol

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: for all chapters-Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Stalking-Harrassment-Cheating-Death mentions Minors don’t interact!

Word count: 5637

Previous chapter

Masterlist

After a few weeks away from your new home in Seoul, coming back broke your heart a little more. Because it reminded you of Mingyu and you still had feelings for him. Just whishing to make the feelings go away it won’t do anything.

Of course you had thoughts about you maybe rushing into breaking up and not believing in him enough. But he had a reputation and you saw with your own eyes. Also, Jun told you he doesn’t think Mingyu did anything that night, because he knew the guy loved you.

Loved? Does he still love you? Did he ever love you? Would you give him a chance?

You really don’t know, and all this thinking gives you a headache. Better think about something else, or even better, find something to do to keep your mind away from him. So you decide to make today a day for yourself. You will go on a date with yourself, a walk, some ice cream, maybe a movie.

So you take a nice shower, put all the lotions of the world all over your body, put a great outfit with a cute makeup and go for a walk.

The November air is pretty cold and you like to feel warm, so you opted for an oversized coat and a fluffy beanie. Also, a mask, because you can’t stand cold air coming into your nose and mouth. Trees are almost bald at this time, the scene might look sad and creepy, but somehow it’s a feeling of freedom.

Everyone should take themselves on a date from time to time, you think. You don’t know why when it’s almost zero Celsius outside, you crave ice cream. Is it because Mingyu used to bring you some all the time and you would cuddle on your couch, eating a whole bowl together?

Memories like that keep sneaking up on you. Every little thing reminds you of him, that’s how your brain works. It was the same after every major breakup you had. It’s normal to get attached to someone and after they’re gone, your mind still goes to them and connects dots.

A cute fancy cake place catches your eye and decide to enter and chose whatever you like. Something with marshmallow and strawberries. Feels nice to sit on a window table, eating your cake in peace, looking at the people walking on the sidewalk.

You remind yourself to workout more, maybe drag Hana to a local gym 3 times a week. Even going on long walks it’s really good for the mind and body, you always loved to walk and observe the city.

Hmmm, I wanna go out and have fun tonight, should call Hana.

Hana: Wifey, hiiii!

Y/N: Should we go out tonight and dance?

Hana: Hell yeah!

Y/N: Ok, then I’m going to the cinema in a little while then going to head home and get ready.

Hana: Who you’re going with? Date?

Y/N: Date with myself, yes. I really need to take my mind of everything that happened lately. I know I just came back from my vacation, but here, everything reminds me of him.

Hana: Wifey, you need some fun in your life. More than usual.

Y/N: I don’t know, not really in the mood for going out. I would just sit on a chair and zone out, and people would just come bother me with stupid questions.

Hana: Ok, then maybe something more quiet, like dinner and hanging out? You could invite Jun too and I don’t know…

Y/N: Girl. Do you like Jun?

Hana: Haha, look at the time. See you later at your place, I’ll bring food and drinks. Byyeee!

She always does this when she’s caught. She’s so ridiculous. But she’s right, I should do more fun stuff.

After texting Jun about tonight’s plans, you walked home. On the way, you stopped at the supermarket to get your favourite snacks.

As soon as you’re close to your complex building, a text comes up on your phone screen.

Unknown number: You look pretty today, but pretty girls shouldn’t walk alone all day.

Trying to remain calm, you pretend the text didn’t phase you, you put it in your pocket and walk a little faster. You look around to see if you’re being followed but now that you’re thinking about it, everyone looks suspicious.

Getting inside your building never felt safer. You ask the security at the front door if anyone asked about you and they say no.

You hurry to get inside your apartment and immediately call Hana. She doesn’t pick up. You call Jun. no answer, he’s probably really busy. Your mind starts to go places and you even contemplate about calling Mingyu.

Ugghh, I’m just sick of this shit!! Why are they doing this? It’s probably stupid Jungkook again. I should be more careful from now on about my surroundings, I never am. I’m so dumb sometimes.

Managing to calm yourself down after a while, you need to unwind some of this pent up frustration, so the best solution for now is going to the gym. Some boxing will sure help. Even at the private gym in your building, you keep an eye on every single guy that’s in your line of vision. Nobody is to be trusted.

30 minutes hitting the boxing bag, already feeling better, then some heavy weighting to end. Feeling like a brand new person. Now it’s time to get back to your apartment, take a hot shower and get thing ready for the little get together with your friends.

It’s 8 PM and Hana and Jun are at your place, eating some Mexican food and talking.

Y/N: Guys, I think I am being followed again.

Jun: What??? Who’s following you?

Hana: It’s fucking JK again? I swear to God, I’ll kick his balls!

Y/N: I don’t know, it might be him. Or I might have another stalker.

Jun: Girl, wouldn’t it be a good idea if you told Mingyu about this? He might be able to help, especially if it’s concerning Jungkook.

Y/N: Ugh, I don’t wanna talk to him though. I am not ready to hear from him or see him.

Hana: Please be careful when you’re on the street, when you’re walking into your building, in the elevator, even when you’re about to open your door. Who knows… I’ve seen and heard a lot of crazy stories.

Jun: Can you promise me something? If things like this happen again, please let Mingyu know. I know he still cares about you and would do anything for you.

Hana: How do you know that?

Jun: We talk, we’re besties. He knows we hang out and he always asks about you, if you’re ok, if you’re sleeping, eating, if you’re sad or lonely. Maybe with time you two can talk about what happened, fix things between you and even be friends.

Y/N: I don’t know, really. If I didn’t have this much shitty history with exes, maybe I’d give him a chance to explain. But I’m just so tired, you know. Just tired. I’m still not over him, but I can’t keep let men lie and cheat. Even if he didn’t cheat, I won’t allow my partner get into that type of situations where they make me doubt them and look like a fool.

Jun: I think you just need to do things in your own pace, nothing more. I’m sure he will wait for you to heal.

You feel so emotional that tears start running down your face, because you really feel loved right now. You have two good friends that are ready to throw hands for you. They both rush to hug you and they hold you like that for minutes, until sobs start to disappear.

The rest of the evening, they make you sit on the couch between them, holding your hands while watching your favourite funny movie, The Grinch.

Hana: Want us to sleep over? We can make a huge bed in the living room and sleep here all three.

You just nod and cuddle into them more.

Y/N: I’m so lucky to have you both. And thank you, Jun, for being genuinely my friend and not having hidden intentions. I feel like so far, all the men in my life that acted as friend had other intentions. So thanks, you’re a real one!

Next morning, Jun left for work early and both you and Hana got ready for office together. You gave her some of your clothes to wear.

Hana: I’ll drive you home after work today, and I’ll be doing that for a while, to make sure you’re not followed.

Y/N: I’d usually say no, but I am actually a little concerned. So thanks, it means a lot. And you know I’d do anything for you too.

Hana: Love you!

Y/N: Love you too!

Today there’s a shoot for Jongga, and you didn’t bother asking who amongst the Seventeen members will be in it. You just knew one of them is the new ambassador for the company.

When you walked into the studio, you saw the staff doing their jobs. Some was sitting on the chair, having his makeup done. Couldn’t see his face, but you were sure it wasn’t Mingyu and you felt relieved, even though you missed him.

This guy has black hair, a little long and a little curly. Wearing a red suit and looking really good from behind. When he gets off the chair and turns around, you two lock eyes and stop for a moment. His cheeks turned pink and it made you smile, remembering the time when you pushed him into that wall and kissed him in front of JK and Mingyu.

Well, he looks hotter than usual, more buff. And that longer hair does things. You were impressed, but then you remembered how he was a little shit to you. So you thought you could play a little and get your revenge. Nothing big, just teasing him.

So you take advantage of the situation and the way he’s blushing after seeing you and you wave at him and send him a cute wink. It works, not his face is all red. You start to giggle and you turn to find the photographer for some last touches about the set.

The whole shoot, you gave Hoshi long flirty stares and smiles. You loved watching him fluster. He kept on zoning out, not being able to focus, kept on running into things, stumbling over. You could feel his eyes on you every time he looked. And each time, you would look back at him to catch him and make him feel shy.

After the shoot was over, your assistant brought some food and drinks and you got an idea. Seeing as Hoshi was getting his makeup removed, you grabbed a tray and put some food on it, stuff you thought he would like, then went towards him and placed the tray on the table next to him.

Y/N: Here, I’m sure you’re hungry. We’ve been here for over 8 hours, you’ve worked hard.

He turned and looked into your eyes and blushed again.

Hoshi: O..oh, thanks! Really.

You touched him shoulder, a little pat and smiled, then walked away. That should do for today, he’ll be thinking about me all day. He thinks he’s a big bad tiger, huh?

Then you went to Hana’s desk to tell her about it.

Hana: At least I am seeing you smile, it’s been weeks since the last time you smiled. But please, don’t break the poor boy. He seems so helpless.

Y/N: I can’t forget how he treated me. I won’t treat him the same way, I’m not evil, but a little teasing will be fun.

Later that day, while you were at the grocery store, you got a text from Jun.

Jun: What did you do to Hoshi? He’s been talking about you the whole day. We had practice for the performance team and our ears hurts from how much he yapped.

Y/N: Oh, what you mean, bestie? I did nothing, I’m an innocent angel. I was just nice to him.

Jun: I don’t know, he kept saying you’re really cool and pretty. He’s insane. What you doing now?

Y/N: Market, wanna cook tonight and go to bed early. Tomorrow we’re having a big meeting about your new show that we might work on.

Jun: Wasn’t Hana driving you home?

Y/N: She did, but the market is next to my complex and she dropped me here. I’ll be careful.

Jun: Text me when you get home.

Y/N: Ok, mom!

You had no idea you spend an hour inside the store, because now it’s dark outside. You have a 5 minute walk to your building. Taking a left, you notice a guy walking your way, wearing black clothes, a hoodie and mask.

Oh. Shit, I don’t have the pepper spray on me.

There’s nobody else around and you feel tensing up as you and the stranger walk closer and closer towards each other. Right when you get close enough to him, you pretend to wave someone behind him, so he thinks someone’s waiting for you.

Suddenly, you start running, carrying groceries in your paper bag. The fastest you ever ran, you think, but then why did it seem like you didn’t move an inch?

The guy started calling your name, yelling after you. You were sure he started running, trying to catch you. So you started screaming.

Y/N: Leave me alone!!!!

Stranger: Y/N!!! I’m going to catch you, so stop running!

But your building was so close and you felt a little better knowing the guard will be net to the entrance. As soon as you reached the door, you started punching the glass for the guard to let you in. you felt a strong hand grab your coat as the door opened and you got inside.

Trying to get away from his grip, you screamed at the guard and threw your bags on the ground. Both hands pulling on your coat. The stranger hesitated to step inside the building, but he kept trying to get you out of it. This is not how you imagined your end.

Luckily, the guard came over and scared the stranger away, and the jerk ran. Your fell on the floor after he released the grip on your coat. Tears starting to cover your face, your whole body shaking from the scare. This had never happened to you, not at this scale.

Guard: Miss, are you ok? Did he hurt you?

But you were not able to make a work for some minutes, you were in shock.

He managed to lift you up and you threw yourself in his arms, asking if the guy is still around.

Guard: No, he ran away, you’re safe now. Let’s get you a chair and some water.

He sat you down, your hands still shaking. You couldn’t stop crying. He offered a glass of water and you drank it all immediately. He waited for you to calm down a little, until you were able to speak.

Guard: We should call the police and your family or friends, or someone.

Y/N: Can you please get my bag? My phone.

He brings your bag, you take your phone out and press the call button.

Y/N: Please come. Someone attacked me in front of my building and I’m scared.

You were sobbing while on the phone, but he understood everything and the only think you heard was “be there in 15”.

When you saw him, you felt like crying harder. Your legs couldn’t move, he came to hug you and tell you it’s going to be ok. You knew that no matter what, he will come.

Mingyu: Tell me what you need right now? Want to call the police?

Y/N: No. I don’t know. Take me upstairs, please.

He took your bags in one hand and your hand on the other. The whole way up in the elevator, you couldn’t keep away. You felt to scared that you needed to be stuck to his chest to feel safe. He was so angry this happened to you.

He put in your door password and got you inside. He felt happy you didn’t change the password after the breakup.

Mingyu: Let me put the food away and I’ll run you a bath, ok?

You just nod, with a sad face.

After the bath was ready, he lifted you in his arms and carried you into the bathroom where he slowly put you down.

Mingyu: Can I help you take your clothes off or you want to do it? I can leave the room..

Y/N: You do it, my hands are still shaking. Please.

You should feel embarrassed, ashamed, but all you feel is safety. Because you know him, you feel comfortable.

He takes your clothes off, then helps you get in the hot tub. While you’re sitting in the hot water, he keeps on patting your head and back.

Mingyu: I’m here, you’re safe.

You finally lift your eyes and look at him and you see how miserable be looks. His eyes are teary.

Mingyu: Want to talk about it?

Y/N: Not right now. I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.

Mingyu: Baby, you can always call me. I told you.

Y/N: Were you busy?

Mingyu: Doesn’t matter, you are more important. But let me call the guys and let them know you’re ok. They were worried. Jun wanted to come too, but he needed to stay for practice.

He gets his phone to call Jun. He answers so fast.

Jun: Tell me she’s ok.

Mingyu: Yes, she’s fine. I’m with her at her place.

Jun: Jesus fuck! What happened?

Mingyu: I don’t know yet, she will tell me later. She’s too scared right now.

Jun: Ok, just keep me posted, ok?

When he gets back to you, he sits on the floor next to the tub, holding your hand.

Y/N: Can you stay tonight?

Mingyu: Of course.

When you’re out of the bath tub, he helps you dry off and put comfy clothes on.

Mingyu: Come on, sit on the couch and I’ll make some tea, then prepare something to eat. I don’t wanna hear complaints.

You sit on the couch, covered in your favourite fluffy blanket, watching him cook in your kitchen. You try to think about how this makes you feel. If you could forgive him and get over what happened. Your break your own heart again, realizing that you could never forget about it and you could never be the same with him.4

And what’s the point of being with him if you can’t get over it and be happy and trust him again? You like to hope though, but deep down you know it. It’s not the same, it’s never going to be the same again. You never want to trust a man again.

You cry again, but this time because of your heart. You still love this man and you can’t be with him.

He sees you’re crying and he comes to hug you and kiss your cheeks. He also kisses your lips, a small peck. But it felt like fire. It burned you whole and it made your heart hurt more.

Mingyu: I will get back to the kitchen, but I’m here, not going anywhere.

You lay back into the couch, wanting to be swallowed by it and just disappear and make the pain go away.

After a while he comes back, food ready. He cups your cheek, asking if you want him to feed you and you say no.

You tell him it’s ok to sleep in your bed and that you need him to hold you. You know this will break your heart even more, but what’s one more, right? You’ve got this far, you’re poor heart is on the floor in thousands of pieces. Nothing will build it back together anyway.

He holds you the whole night, whispering sweet words.

Mingyu: I’m really sorry. For everything. We could talk about everything that happened tonight and between us when you’re ready. I wish I could take us back in time before I screwed up, but I can’t. I know you can’t trust me now and I swear, I could never cheat on you. Never.

You can tell he’s crying too. Maybe he’s telling the truth.

After he’s making sure you’re asleep, he closes his eyes too.

You wake up in his arms, feeling his breathing into your hair. You used to love this, but now it only brings you anxiety. You feel like he’s not yours anymore and that he could just disappear any moment. You hate this feeling.

When he feels you shift in hi hold, he brings you closer and kisses your head. A soft “I love you” passes his lips and you feel like crying.

You need to end this, you can’t take it anymore.

Y/N: Gyu?

Mingyu: Yes, my love.

Y/N: I can’t do this.

He slowly sits up in bed to face you. He wasn’t expecting this.

Mingyu: Can’t you try?

Y/N: I can’t trust you, and every time you look at me or tell me something nice, my heart breaks again. Because I know I can’t go back to what we were.

Mingyu: I was very drunk that night, I admit. And I remember talking to that girl. I just don’t remember going to my room with her, everything is blurry after I left the party. I would not lie to you. I swear. I’m sure this is a set up of JK.

Y/N: I just can’t believe that. You don’t even know what happened, if something happened or not. I can’t forget that and if we’d get back together, my mind would keep going back to that moment and I would feel miserable. It would influence our relationship. Trust me, I know myself. I’ve been there before.

Tears start to fall on his cheeks and he take your hands in his. You pull them away.

Y/N: I just can’t. I can’t give you what you want. At least not now. I don’t know about the future. Maybe 5 years from now I am able to heal and start over, maybe you’ll be married with the love of your life.

Mingyu: You’re the love of my life, you’re the one I want to marry.

You drop your head and try your best to keep your tears inside, but you can’t.

Y/N: I’m sorry. I still love you, but I can’t do this to myself. I would be miserable.

Mingyu: I understand. You…. want me to stay a little longer today? Are you feeling better now?

After you broke his heart, he’s still thinking about you. and this makes you break some more.

Y/N: You can go, I’m ok. I’m sure you need to work.

He comes closer to you to give you one last hug then he gets up and leaves. You know that if you don’t walk him to the door, you’ll feel worse.

Y/N: I’m here if you ever need me.

Mingyu: Same. Bye, Y/N!

God, now I can finally ugly cry alone. I’ll miss you, Gyu!

And you cry, the whole day. He calls you at some point to make sure you’re ok. He also tells you that he will take care of the situation from last night with your stalker. He is sure it was Jungkook or some guy hired by him. He won’t leave things like this, not when you don’t feel safe.

Maybe I’ll get over him in a few weeks, thought would anyone get over the Kim Mingyu? Like…ever?

The next weeks are extremely hard for Mingyu also. He can’t be 100% at work and he feels like shit, knowing he’s disappointing his members. They just had a comeback, they are in full concert frenzy and it’s practice, travel, performing, shooting non-stop. It never stops and he feels like soon enough, if he’s not having some time off, he’s going to go insane. His members are worried for him and try to talk to him.

Hoshi still tried to understand what happened between you and Gyu, and seeing him so sad these days, he decides to do an intervention. He brings Jeonghan with, hoping they will somehow help Mingyu’s case.

Hoshi: We can see you’re not ok, and we can only guess why.

Jeonghan: You should talk to us about it, Gyu. Let it out, it will help.

Hoshi: But start from the beginning, because I feel like I was out of the loop for a while.

Mingyu: I’m sorry, Hosh. I’ve been an asshole to you. It wasn’t intentional at first, you then I thought it was funny how you thought something else. Truth is, she was nothing but an angel. And I ruined everything. She can’t trust me anymore and I understand why. But it’s still hard to accept it. We still love each other and we can’t be together. I know I’m not perfect, maybe I’m actually a jerk and she deserves much better.

Jeonghan: Come on, you know that’s not true. You’re a great guy, 10 out of 10. I don’t know many guys like you. don’t put yourself down. Maybe you’re just not meant to be together. Or maybe it was not the right time.

Hoshi: Look, I’ve talked to Coups too and we all agreed that you should take a break. A month or two. Something like this takes time to heal, we all been there. We will manage and we’ll be waiting for you to get back. It’s not the end of the world.

Mingyu: I think you are right. I feel like I am sinking into the ground slowly. I need to breathe. I need to leave for a while.

After a week, Pledis announces Mingyu’s hiatus that’s going to last for an undetermined period. When you found out about it you knew why he’s doing it and you felt guilty. You wanted to call him and be there for him, but it would do more harm than good.

It’s been weeks since you last saw him and all this time helped you a little. You need to keep distance for now, to heal. Won’t help either of you if you keep talking or meeting. It’s fine, you’ll have him back in your life in the future. Just not right now.

Since Mingyu’s hiatus, you were able to spend more time around Jun and the rest of the members, either at concerts or just simple gatherings and dinners. Jun adopted you as his little sister. Hana kind of liked him, but it was not reciprocated unfortunately.

Today, you had a shooting with the performance team. They are planning an MV for a new song. The set is really fun, they will even get to dance in water while getting their pictures taken. The stylist picked some flowy outfits, all black, for that scene.

As you were standing on the side, watching them dance and pose, making sure everything is right, you felt someone pinching your arm.

Hana: Earth to Y/N!

Y/N: Oooowww! What the hell!

Hana: Can you be more obvious than that?

Y/N: What do you mean?

Hana: You were practically drooling over them, or one of them. Who is it?

Y/N: Pff, don’t be ridiculous. Plus, my bro Jun is there. How could I drool over him?

Hana: Maybe you were not starring at him? Is it Hao? I’ve been seeing you two being flirty.

Y/N: Girl, we are just flirty people, but it’s innocent. And it’s nobody, leave me alone!

Hana: I know you. I know what you’re thinking when you’re making that face.

Y/N: And even if I liked someone, I don’t want a guy in my life. I’m done with men, I’d rather be single forever.

Hana: You don’t even believe that.

Y/N: Just watch me.

She scoffs and leaves you there. Were you really starring and drooling? You didn’t think so. Well, they look good, and those clothes were hugging their toned bodies a little to close from that damn water that splashed everywhere. The water floor was your idea and now you are not sure if you love it or hate it.

After a few hours, the shoot is over and you get an idea, walking towards the 4 guys.

Y/N: Great job today, really!

Dino: Oh, thanks, Y/N! Your team is really professional, they did almost all the work.

Y/N: Nonsense, it was all you.

Minghao comes and puts his arm around your shoulder, smiling at you.

Minghao: It’s hard to find a woman who’s this attractive, smart and talented.

His flirting doesn’t make you blush anymore, you got used to it by now.

Y/N: Staaaahp, it’s not like you guys are not 10s. Any woman would marry you instantly.

Hoshi: Would you?

Y/N: Duuhhh!

Jun: Ugh, stop this flirting, it makes me sick!

Y/N: What about flirting more at dinner? My treat today, I wanna spoil you guys.

Hoshi: Yaaasss, I love food!!

Y/N: I know.

Hoshi: And you know that because.. you like me?

Y/N: Pffaahh! Me? Like you? As if.

A s you all walk towards the exit, you try to annoy Hoshi for saying such a ridiculous thing, so you catch up to him while he’s walking next to Jun and you pretend you trip and push Hoshi. With an innocent and shocked face, you apologize to him.

Y/N: Oh no, I’m so sorry! My eyes are blind from such beauty and such light emanating from your face.

Everyone starts laughing and Hoshi pouts.

The dinner went pretty much the same. You kept making flirty jokes with Hoshi, sometimes making him blush, sometimes getting hit back with his flirty lines. At some point you would talk in a cute voice, pretending to want to feed him a piece of meat and he would open his mouth without thinking. When the meat was right in front of his mouth, you would just take it back and put it into your mouth.

Hoshi: Wow, you’re so mean. I don’t wanna be friends anymore.

Y/N: Does…this mean…you want to be lovers?

And you cup your cheeks with your hands, blinking uncontrollably and cutely, making shy faces.

Hoshi: No, you’re too annoying for that. I like girls who don’t make fun of me.

Y/N: Nooo, please! What can I do to make you forgive me?

Hoshi: For starters, you could make some really cute faces and I’ll think about it.

Then you do your best aegyo, without thinking. Those few shots of soju helped, you hate doing this normally. The other guys start laughing at how cute and funny you looked, but Hoshi blushed. His face was fucking red. He started frowning, eating angrily.

Y/N: What’s the matter? Too cute for you?

Hoshi: Shut uuup!

This banter continued for the rest of the evening and you felt it was the most fun you had in weeks. Many weeks. At the end, you started to become a little emotional.

Jun: Hey, are you and Hosh twins? You’re both the same when you drink.

Hoshi: No, we’re not. I’m more cuter, she’s just annoying.

Y/N: You know nothing, Kwon! And I am fine, I’m not going to star crying like you. I don’t cry for men anymore.

Minghao: Why would you cry for men? Look at you, they should cry for you.

Y/N: Riiight? I am so done with relationships and love.

Minghao: What if you fall in love by accident?

Y/N: I’ll just ignore it.

Dino: How can you ignore that?

Y/N: I don’t know, I’ll distance myself from the guy, I guess.

Hoshi: That’s just dumb. You should be happy you found love, and embrace it.

Y/N: What do you know? You don’t know how one sided love is. Or how it is to love someone and not being able to be together.

Hoshi: Yes, I do.

Dino: Oh, don’t remind him of that, he’ll start crying.

Jun whispers into your ear: he was in love with a girl once and she let him think she liked him, then fucked one of his friends.

Y/N: Oh, shit!!!

Then you go sit net to Hoshi and give him a pat on the head, seeing that he was about to cry.

Y/N: Come on, Hosh, shit happens and it’s in the past. We’re drunk, we should not talk about exes. Fuck them!

And you take another shot. You can hold your drink better than him, and when you see him trying to take a shot too, you grab the glass from his hand and drink it yourself.

Y/N: Here, drink some water. You don’t wanna get a headache tomorrow, do you?

He’s looking into your eyes like a lost puppy. His mouth in the most adorable pout and you just wanna squish his cheeks. So you do it, you let your invasive thought win. You start squishing his face, playing with it, pulling on his nose, pinching his cheeks.

He’s all smiles and giggles, he loves it. You both forgot about the teasing. Without realizing, you end up cuddling into each other, on your chairs.

You don’t know how, but you ended up in your apartment with Hana. She’s trying to make you shower before bed and drink some water.

Hana: Y/N, stop being stubborn and take these off! You can’t shower with pants on.

Y/N: Why not?

Hana: Because clothes are not skin. And you need to watch your skin.

Y/N: But clothes need washing too.

Hana: Yeah, in the washing machine.

You were finally in your bed, cuddling your bestie.

Y/N: I like cuddles. People should cuddle more.

Hana: Good night, drunky pants!

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borahaerhy · 1 year

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Gone (end) - jjk

Summary: You and your childhood best friend, Jungkook, have grown apart over the years, although you still have the same overbearing fun-loving bestie, Aria, that really wants her best friends talking again, something neither of you really want to be apart of until Aria goes missing, and the only other person that could help you find her is the one you've spent years avoiding.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Best friends to enemies (ish?) to lovers, High School AU, eventual smut, slow burn

Warnings: Time skip, descriptions on how everyone's dealing with trauma, way too much fucking fluff, obscenely fluffy smut, protected sex (bc that's cool), slight dirty talk, lots of eye contact, very vanilla, sappy ass ending :)

Word Count: 1.7K

Six Months Later

You pulled your keys out of your pocket as you walked down the long hallway leading to your apartment, twirling the keyring between your fingers before you picked the right key out of the lineup and slid it into the lock. The inside of your apartment was still pretty empty, a small sofa, coffee table and TV sitting in the living room, no decorations in the living room or the small kitchen; just unpacked boxes covering various surfaces.

You smiled thoughtfully to yourself; happy to finally be moving into the next chapter of your life. “Jungkook!” you called out, but you were only met with silence. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, a slight pang of anxiety coursing through you as you slipped your shoes off and set your bag down on the floor.

“Jungkook?” You walked carefully through your house, moving silently as you made your way back to the bedroom, and then the bathroom; Jungkook being nowhere in sight. The slight pang of anxiety grew exponentially as you ran around your new home looking everywhere for him. Suddenly, while searching the hallway closet, you heard the unmistakable sound of your front door opening.

You stepped back into the living room right as the front door closed softly, Jungkook closing it as quietly as possible after seeing your shoes and bag sitting on the ground. Your anxieties faded as you watched him try to slowly turn around, his eyes meeting yours as a guilty look spread over his red face. “Why are you wearing gym clothes?” You questioned, a new concern taking over you.

“You know, funny story-” You groaned lightly as you started walking toward him. “I didn’t think you were supposed to be home for another twenty minutes?” He questioned you, arms suddenly crossed and hip cocked out as he looked you up and down; as if you were the one being sneaky.

“You just got shot, Jungkook, you’re not supposed to be doing any strenuous activities for at least another month, you’re going to hurt yourself-”

“No strenuous activities? Then what do you consider sex-”

“That’s different and you know it,” Your face suddenly started heating up, but you pulled him down to hug you before he could notice. He chuckled into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you, melting into each other as you did every time you saw each other. “You smell, go take a shower; Aria’s coming over for dinner, she’ll be here in an hour,” He scoffed, feigning hurt before he pulled away from the hug, his hand meeting your jaw to guide you lips to his.

“You love it,” He smirked as you broke apart before he kissed your forehead and ran back to the bathroom.

“So, naturally, when a bunch of drunk people are in charge of the bonfire, it got way too big, and thanks to the dry season it started spreading-”

“That’s how bonfire’s are supposed to be,” Jungkook nods in agreeance, his movement nonchalant as if this was the most expected turn this story could’ve taken.

“I don’t think that’s the right takeaway from this story-”

“So, obviously, the cops get called because it spread into the neighbors yard, and none of us had any hope of being able to put it out; someone threw vodka on it trying to put it out, but instead the lost their eyebrows-”

“You know if nothing else, I thought what happened would make you want to sit still for five minutes and just enjoy the smaller things in life, but nope. You’re still fucking insane, Ari,” You spoke and she giggled, bringing the glass she was drinking from up to her lips to take a drink.

“And I wouldn’t have it any differently,” She smiled again before she continued telling her story, mostly to Jungkook, who seemed much more interested in her antics than you did.

Aria was much more affected by what happened than she ever let on, but you were glad she still acted like her. She’d been through so much throughout her life that she’d mastered the art of acting like nothing happened. It may not be the healthiest coping skill, but it works for her.

She speaks to a therapist twice a week; you all do. Some days she struggles more than others, but some days, she’s somehow still miraculously as upbeat and outgoing as she always has been.

Jungkook’s changed, his anxiety high anytime you’re out in public or there’s an unexplained noise. He’s even more protective of Aria and you now, if that’s even possible. He all-but begged Aria to move into your guest room when we signed the lease, but she’s always been independent.

And you somehow were still holding up better than the others. You were anxious, sure, but you had always been, so there’s not much of a change there. Authority figures are more intimidating, loud noises startling and a general dislike of burning buildings, but aside from that, everything was normal. Jungkook was normal. Aria was normal. You were normal.

“Why don’t you let that sit until tomorrow?” Jungkook’s voice was low as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the space right below your ear softly. Aria had just left - Insisting that she shouldn’t keep her dog waiting any longer.

“If you plan on scrubbing the dishes clean when you wake up, then sure,” You smiled, leaning into his embrace as you pulled your hands out of the sink and dried them off before putting the towel back down on the counter and turning around, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s neck.

“I’d love to,” He grinned, his warm eyes looking down at you lovingly, an odd sense of calm surrounding you. He leaned down and kissed you, the same gentle kiss from back in the hotel room. You deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to you as you tangled your fingers in his smooth locks. He hummed into you before he picked you up, hooking his hands under your thighs and pulling them to wrap around his waist, his lips not leaving yours.

“Jungkook, you’re going to hurt yourself-” You attempted to wiggle from his grasp, but he only held onto you tighter.

“The more you fight me the longer it’s going to take me to walk us to our room, but I’m not putting you down,” He smirked at you, standing in the middle of the kitchen holding you like he had all the time in the world. To be fair he did, jobless prick-

You groaned but stopped moving, wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist before he started back down the hall. He kicked the door closed behind him, his lips back on your before you even made it back to the bedroom, and gently put you down on the bed before he crawled on top of you. You wrapped yourselves around each other, his arms both under you to hold you closer to him.

The feeling whenever you were with him was almost indescribable. All your worries and anxieties just seemed to melt away and the only thing that mattered anymore was him. His touch was so gentle and so warm it spread throughout your entire body; every look he gave you melted you into the overwhelming feeling of safety and comfort.

And while he melted you, you melted him; the blush that always crept across your face after you caught him staring, the way your hands were always so soft and gentle with him. He was addicted to you, the way you say his name and hold his hands; your incessant nagging about his safety and the sarcastic comments he’d once loathed were now almost poetic to him.

When it was just the two of you, you were all that mattered.

His lips grazed gently down your neck, his fingertips ghosting over your ribs as if they were still broken as your hands traveled up his shirt, his warm skin begging to be pressed against you. Your shirts were both gone in an instant, his mouth coming back down to meet your chest as he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the floor with your shirts.

Jungkook pulled himself away from your chest and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, his nose brushing against yours and his loving eyes darted between yours. “I love you,” His voice was small and vulnerable; a side of him only you saw. You kissed him softly, bringing your eyes back to his as you parted.

“I love you too,” He smiled, almost giddy before he kissed you again, gently for a moment before they grew needier, wanting more and more from each other. One of his hands unbuttoned your ants as the other pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer - one of the few things that’s already put away.

Needy kisses turned desperate and seconds later he was sliding into you, groaning gently as he rested his forehead on yours. You hummed out a moan as your hands held his face, his cock fully pushed into you before he gently starts rocking into you. “You’re perfect,” He mumbled into your lips, his hands running softly along your stomach and hips.

You moaned out as his finger landed on your clit, his thrusts speeding up as his face gets buried in your neck, sloppy wet kisses left along your collarbone. You pulled his hair lightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together to pull him further into you.

“Jungkook,” You moaned out, the bed creaking from under you from the power of his thrusts. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck baby, please cum for me,” He kissed you hungrily, his fingers and hips moving faster against you until you unfold around him, holding onto him tightly as you repeatedly call out his name. He follows you, your pussy clenching around him sending him into his own orgasm. He stilled inside of you, resting his weight on you as he kisses you softly. “Are you okay?” he asks as he lifts his head up to look at the ribs that healed months ago.

“I’m great, Kook,” You giggle, bringing his attention back up to you. “Are you?” You ask softly, eyes wide as you search him for any signs of discomfort.

“Of course,” He kisses you softly, rolling off of you and pulling you onto his chest as he lets out a slight groan of satisfaction. “I’m always okay when I’m with you.”

It turns out you were right all those years ago on the playground.

It’s just you against the world.

Note: AAHHHH IT'S FINALLY THE END!

I'm so sorry that that took me literally forever to finish, I just didn't really want to say goodbye, you know?

I hope you enjoyed the ending, and thank you so much for sticking with me the whole way through. This story is my baby, and I honestly can't wait to keep working on it.

I love you <3

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loveliesmoon · 11 months

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don’t leave me.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers, some angst, these bitches are bad at communicating, everybody is crying it’s a whole ass mess 😔, happy ending!!!

warnings: a couple f-words 😨

you knock on jungkook’s door. to your surprise, jimin answers the door and smiles brightly, “hey, y/n! i’m glad you finally made it! we’re only halfway through the movie. you didn’t miss much, we can catch you up.” he whispered, as to not disrupt the movie the boys were watching.

this caught you off guard. you didn’t hear anything about movie plans. in fact, jungkook hasn’t spoken to you in weeks. that’s why you decided to come over without telling him. if you asked, he would’ve made some lame ass excuse about his apartment being messy or how tired he was. you frown briefly before fixing your face into a smile.

“thanks jimin! i appreciate that.” you whispered, searching the dark living room. lo and behold, there he was. in the flesh. jungkook hadn’t noticed you entering the living room as he asked who was at the door, eyes glued to the screen. as frustrated as you were with him, you couldn’t help but find his absolute focus to be endearing. his dark eyes wide and shiny with anticipation. “it’s y/n!”

as jungkook hears your name, he chokes on the popcorn he was eating. his head whips to you and jimin. your eyes boring into his, arms crossed. his eyes widen and he shifts uncomfortably, face growing hot as your stare intensified.

“h-hey y/n… how are you?” you scoff, smiling as fake as you possibly could. “im doing great, jungkook.” you cut the conversation off quickly as the two other boys started to feel the growing tension. jimin side eyed taehyung, who looked back at jimin with an uncomfortable look.

“umm… we have to go actually. we need to get… groceries.” and just like that, the two boys were gone. leaving you and jungkook on opposite sides of the couch. jungkook refuses to look at you. eyes staring into the screen, movie still playing. you grab the remote, and turn off the TV. jungkook looks at you, frowning.

“hey! i was watching that!” he pouts and you roll your eyes. “and i’m trying to talk to you? i’ve actually been trying for weeks!” you spit out, sounding more harsh than you wanted. jungkook suddenly cant bear to look at you anymore; his gaze quickly shifting away from you. you notice how the tips of his ears reddened. your eyes soften and you scoot closer to him.

“look, i didn’t mean to snap at you. i’m just…” you trail off, sighing. you can see he’s looking at you through his peripheral vision, “why aren’t you talk to me? lately you’ve been acting like you hardly know me. we’ve been best friends since we were in middle school! i know you better than anyone, but right now i can’t tell what’s bothering you. did i do something wrong?” he said nothing, no longer looking at you through his peripheral vision either. you stare at him in silence for a minute more before you get up and storm out without another word. in the back of your mind, you secretly hope he’s chasing after you. you get to your car and realize he’s not following after you, nor is he eager to give his explanation. suddenly, tears start pouring out of your eyes. unable to stop, you break down into a sobbing mess.

it was the first day of middle school. lunch time. you usually sat at a table, away from the crowd. you were finishing up some homework when a soft voice caught your attention.

“c-could i sit with you..?” you look up, a boy with jet black hair that almost covered his eyes stood in front of you. he couldn’t look you in the eyes, and he was shifting his feet uncomfortably. you smile brightly and nod. “yeah of course! my name is y/n. what’s yours?” he responded, the tips of his ears turning bright red, “jungkook…”

and from that day on, you sat together at lunch everyday, for three whole years. even hanging out outside of class. studying, getting ice cream, listening to his singing. as you grew up, you got incredibly close. you knew all of each others secrets, fears, and even crushes. however, he stayed relatively shy. it wasn’t until you saw him with his six other best friends that you saw him unfold. this shy, bashful boy could be a giddy, laughing mess when he was around his friends. it was endearing watching his older friends help him blossom and grow.

when high school started, everything started changing. he went from your cute, baby-faced best friend and grew into a man. a very attractive man. you couldn’t lie, a crush started to form. and not just because of his looks. he was still respectful, kind, talented, and still so very shy. girls started paying attention to him, coyly giving him snacks and gifts.

one morning, you and jungkook are approached by a girl, “h-here you go, o-oppa… i got this for you…” she mumbled, looking at the group before running away. her friend group watching from afar, giggling loudly. you smirk and poke his arm, taking the item from his hand. it was some snack, one he absolutely hated. he was bright red with embarrassment shooing you away before you could tease him further.

“ohh~ jungkook oppa!~ please take this snack as a token of my love!” you dramatically handed him the snack, laughing at his reaction. “you’re the worst!” he groaned, before laughing.

the memory made you laugh, wiping away any left over tears that were left on your face. however, the tears returned once you thought about where this left your friendship. maybe he knew that you had a crush on him. maybe he caught you staring too much during dance practices or just when you guys got to hang out. maybe he was so uncomfortable around you that he felt y’all couldn’t continue your friendship. tears fell onto your cheeks once more, lips quivering as you tried to hold them back. “why didn’t he just tell me upfront? maybe it would’ve hurt less…” you thought, tears falling rapidly as you start to fall apart once more.

meanwhile, jungkook was having his own crying session in his apartment. he definitely just fucked up your whole friendship all because he was in denial about his massive crush on you. why didn’t he just say something? “i’m so fucking stupid! she’s gone and will never want to talk to me again. you’re so fucking stupid, jungkook! fuck!” he sobbed, looking over at his wall seeing your smiling face plastered all over it. cringy middle school pictures you begged him to take down, you guys smilingly brightly when you graduated middle school and high school. pictures of you guys at the beach, before and after concerts, and at home.

he was absolutely, undoubtedly in love with you. he had pictures of you in his wallet, a candid polaroid of you eating ramen. he was absolutely whipped. he was so scared of rejection that he did everything in his mind to get rid of that silly crush. he didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship by confessing to you, so he avoided you at all costs. your phone calls, your texts, the funny tik toks you sent him. he even made excuses to not have you over. the thought of your heartbreak when he was avoiding you made his stomach hurt.

“i- i have to do something. i have to fix this.” he mumbled breathlessly, grabbing his keys and running out of his apartment. but there your car was. right where you always park it. he ran up to your window and knocked. you jolted up, seeing your best friend. you noticed his eyes and nose were bright red. had he been crying?

you open the car door, stumbling out frazzled. he had definitely been crying, and you know he could tell you had been crying. he started shakily, tears still welled up in his eyes. “i- you- i’m… sob i’m so fucking sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry. i don’t want to lose you. you mean so much to me. i’m not gonna let you go so easily. i love you. i fucking love you, y/n. i’ve been in love with you since middle school. i was so scared of losing you that i thought this was the best way to fix my problem. i’m so sorry. please forgive me. i love you so much.”

and just then, he kissed you. with all the love, passion, and adoration he could muster in his body, he kissed you. one hand on your waist, the other buried into your hair. you could feel the tears that fell from his eyes. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, returning the kiss. it left you breathless, your body yearning for this for years. you kissed as if you were going to die tomorrow.

when you pulled away, you hugged him tighter than you ever had before. “i love you too, jungkook.”

the weight of the world had finally left your shoulders. you had your soulmate back. your lover, your partner-in-crime, your better half, your best friend, jungkook.

hey y’all!! this is my first post ever so bare with me lol. i hope you enjoyed because i had a lot of fun writing this!

all my love-

loveliesmoon ⭐️

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kxxkiecxre · 1 year

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╰┈➤ Old Friends | Jeon Jungkook

✎PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader

✎SUMMARY: somewhere along the way Jungkook and you lost the lead. You’d take one step forward and four steps back. Somehow everything was lost in the path of love, in the path of something so beautiful.

✎WARNINGS: minor character death due to breast cancer, angst. Jk is a little mean for a short while, parental divorce, fluff!!

What started out as a young and blossoming friendship between the seven year old Jungkook and seven year old Y/N, turned into a sour misadventure of young hearts, splitting right under the setting skies of Paris, The young boy still living in Jungkook had his confidence and love taken, and the small girl still lively in Y/N, had her first true heart break.

Y/N found Jungkook under the staircase of their gym. Big bug eyes teary and small button nose red, her heart skipped a beat in pity and hurt, without a word hugging the younger boy to her smaller body. She offered him her favourite animal crackers, which only served to make him cry a little harder, sobbing heavily as he murmured a small ‘thank you’ and picked up a few of the lions.

Y/N smiled at him, eyes crinkling with her deep and sweet smile, urging Jungkooks boyish smile. Tears glistening in the boys eyes as Y/N wiped them away, optimistically telling him ‘now no more crying’ in her high pitched voice. The young boy nodded, smiling shyly as Y/N nudged his shoulder ‘wanna tell me what upset you?’.

The mysterious and cute boy swallowed thickly, chest swarmed with hurt and discomfort, ‘Henry told me I don’t belong here’. His voice was raspy, cracking as his bottom lip wobbled, y/n cooed, pecking his salty cheek and giving him her orange juice.

He thanked her, smiling a small smile.

From that day, Y/N became jungkook’s first friend and his favourite person. He invited her to his birthday party, which was exclusively only for him and her to enjoy in some restaurant his mom booked, full of games they could explore idly. Their moms sat somewhere in the corner, watching their two children being extremely loud and ruckus with everything but enjoying themselves.

That day, he traded his larger teddy with Y/N, telling her the pink teddy was too girly for him even though he did genuinely like it. She handed him his present, ‘i hope you like it kookie’.

The iron man teddy, though now slowly loosing his threads and has age related marks still sits on his bed. At fifteen years of age, the teddy is still his favourite item he owns. Just like the pink teddy is precious to y/n. Not really understand the homework he had, he asked his most valued person for help.

A couple days after the birthday party, you had learned jungkooks parents were divorcing. He was having a rough time, asking where his father is, wondering why he left. At the age of thirteen, Jungkook started resenting his father for leaving his mother and him for a younger woman. Now he sits across y/n with books splayed out in front of them, both rubbing their heads in confusion.

“Honestly kookie, I don’t think I’m much help to you”

He laughed. Y/N, had noticed how much he started growing into his features. His doe eyes turning more foxy, cheeks becoming higher and jawline more prominent. Y/N, though she knew much earlier, has became frighteningly more aware of Jungkooks handsomeness. She started wondering what it’d be like to kiss him. To feel his soft lips against hers. But she never let him know. It was her little secret, even if she knew it was wrong because he is her best friend and she’d never risk it like that.

At eighteen Y/N realised her feelings were much more than just a teenage crush. She hated the sight of him with other girls, it hurt her deeply. It made her tummy churn and her chest squeeze. In turn, she’d take that pain and sleep with men she didn’t particularly know much about.

What she didn’t realise is Jungkook’s feelings were even stronger for her, hating the sight of her crying over men who didn’t deserve her, worrying about her twenty four seven, staying up all night when she’d go out for drinks with her friends, always picking her up and comforting her the next morning when she’d throw up. She was his third eye, she was the woman -along side his mother- he’d protect with all his might. The woman he’d chase across the world.

Everything he was working on, his entrance for college, his career, everything was for her. Even if he didn’t end up with her, he was doing it all to ensure she had the most beautiful life possible. Opening a savings account and putting away money for her. So he can make sure she’d never have to worry about money problems like she did when they were younger.

The day both of them stumbled into his home drunk and giggling, his mother was there with a worried look and a slipper in her hand as she slapped both of them on the ass for worrying her about their were abouts.

At sixteen, Jungkook had to comfort Y/N when her mother passed away to breast cancer. He stayed all week with her, feeding her small amounts of food and helping her cope. For three months straight, Jungkook ensured her comfort. Ensured Y/N knew she had someone aside from her father to lean on. Jungkook was her fallen angel.

The young pair was together through thick and thin. From picking each other up and glueing one another back together, to sharing wonderful memories. They were there for each others firsts, from first kisses, to first cars. Jungkook and Y/N, though they did not know it yet, were destined for each other. They were bonded for life.

For their 21st birthday they flew to Thailand. Exploring new places and destinations, spending sunsets and sunrises together. That was the first time Y/N rode on a motorcycle, clinging to jungkooks back as he chuckled, wind blowing threw her hair as she laughed away. A beautiful sunset taking over the city. It was magical, beautiful. It was everything Y/N dreamed of, having Jungkook to herself for a week straight.

At twenty five years of age, they travelled to Europe, Paris was their destination. They were to spend a year there, learning French, making cheese from scratch and working at a bakery. Jungkook was the happiest he was in his life.

“I’m screwed,” y/n whispered to Jungkook, “the bagel is not bageling”.

Kneading the dough, jungkooks brows furrowed as he snickered, “that’s not a word love”.

“You get what I mean”.

Y/Ns dream was to open her own bakery in Paris, and Jungkook was adamant on making that dream come through, soon he’d tell himself.

“Well lucky for you I knew the bagels were not bageling,” he chuckled, “and made a new batch”.

He watched the way her eyes lit up, pecking his cheek as she tied the apron on her back, “you are mighty kookie!”.

During their two week work-vocation, they spent the last weekend drinking, drinking a little too much. A little too confident with their steps back to their shared apartment, somehow, words have been twisted, and Jungkook finally uttered the feelings laying heavy on his chest.

“Leave that ugly French guy,” he’d say to the sobering y/n as he swayed and she opened the door, “he’s no good for you. He could never treat you the way I could. Y/n you know me practically all my life, and to be fair, I fell in love with you when I was seven years old.”

“Oh don’t be silly, you didn’t even know what love was at seven.”

That crushed Jungkooks heart. Though he was drunk, he understood everything you were telling him and it stung him even worse than when his father left. He nodded, shutting his mouth and going to his room. Y/N didn’t intend to respond like that, she got far too nervous. She wasn’t sure wether he was spewing random Freud of love thoughts within his drunk-ness or if he truly meant his words.

The following morning, as Jungkook woke up with a pounding headache and Y/N, ever the light weight, was throwing up, he tended to her like always. Even if his heart was on its last hinge. He still rubbed her back and helped her up. Later that day, Y/N approached Jungkook.

“Yesterday, when we uhm, got home-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Y/N was hurt, he remembered but didn’t want to acknowledge it. It was pitiful the way he didn’t even look at her and instead, sipped his beer and looked at the tv. Y/N felt like she was choking, like he took a knife and slit her heart open. It was an awful feeling and she hated it. To be so ignored just told her she was falsely hopeful.

What y/n hated, was that for the next week Jungkook gave her the silent treatment, as if they were ten years old and arguing over who touched whose toy. At the bakery they worked in, y/n once again approached Jungkook, this time a lot more gently and sweetly.

“Kook can we talk”

“I’m busy.”

Y/N felt herself finally breaking down. Her heart aching so painfully she thought she was having a heart attack. To be shut down by your best friend is one thing, but to be ignored and given to cold shoulder is another thing. It hurt her so bad, that once they got home she looked at him with eyes full of tears and once again asked.

“Kookie, can we please talk”.

“We have nothing to talk about.”

Nodding silently to herself, she didn’t even shrug of the knee length faux fur black coat, instead turning to the door and leaving. Her fishnets done absolutely nothing to keep her bare legs warm in the bitter cold of Paris. Her above knee checkered dress was usual in keeping her body from shivering. But she was hurt, and she needed to be away from him, or else she’d be completely broken.

For more than a week now, he’s ignored her. Shut her out. Didn’t utter a single word to her, and refused to discuss what had been said. Now she sat at the curb of the path, staring up at the lit up Eiffel Tower, stuck in the city of love with a broken heart. She scoffed to herself, sniffling as her eyes teared up all over again.

Though hurt and stubborn, Jungkook followed her steps. He knew he messed up, but the way she had answered him that night really hurt him. Closed the deal for him. He shouldn’t have expected her to reciprocate his feelings, but he hoped, that maybe even a little bit of her had more than just friendly feelings for him. Despite it all, he still had to make sure she was okay.

Sitting beside her, he nudged her shoulder, offering her a pack of animal crackers. She looked at him with knitted brows, clear hurt evident in her eyes, “so now you want to talk? It took me breaking down for you to talk to me? Really Jungkook?”.

He sighed, his head hanging low, “y/n there isn’t much to talk about. I told you I love you and you told me it wasn’t real, what’s more to it? You want to tell me you hate me too?”

She scoffed, getting up of the curb and patting her backside off any dirt, “maybe if you talked to me, you’d realise I was nervous when you said that to me. Maybe you would have had the opportunity to tell me again, and I could tell you I felt the same way, but this time you’d be sober,” she turned away from him, “and I broke up with ugly French guy a long time ago.”

She began walking away, and as stunned as Jungkook was, he sighed heavily once again, following her closely as she walked away from him and into the city, taking the known route back home. The bustling of the streets was loud, at ten past nine it was usually busy. He had to make sure she got home safely.

The following day, jungkook unexpectedly back hugged Y/N in the bathroom as she brushed her teeth, weakly trying to shrug him off, “I’m sorry love, I have something to show you, will you come with me it’s important?”.

Even if she was beyond annoyed with Jungkook and upset, she’d follow him into the depths of dark, so nodding an annoyed yes, she dressed quickly and followed the man closely.

“Before we get there, I want to tell you, that I truly am sorry. I was just so upset when you said my feelings weren’t real, I thought you were trying to tell me you didn’t see me like that. It was childish of me to react like that anyway, but I hope you aren’t too upset with me”.

Her annoyed expression was enough to tell the young man she was pissed off with him, “I’m mad but I’ll get over it.”

He smiled, hugging her to his side as they continued to walk. Finally, they were stood in front of a unit, on the shopping street, there were plenty of shops and restaurants and business around, and there was this little place, outside covered in an ugly green and white colour. Her brows furrowed, unsure of why she was directly staring at their reflection in the windows, until she noticed the small Neon sign on the far wall ‘Angel Bakery.”

The name she told him she’d put down as their bakery’s, name. Her eyes teared up as she turned to look at him, he held a set of keys, his own eyes tearing up as she smiled at him, falling into his arms as she hugged him. She sniffled into his neck, his arms hugging her tightly as she pulled away from him, holding his chin in her hands and pecking his forehead.

“My angel, you’re my angel kook. No matter what you do, you’ll always be my angel”.

He smiled that bunny smile at her, eyes glancing to her lips as he held her face in his hands. He stared deeply into her eyes, both of their chests swarming with feelings, tummy’s full of butterflies as if they were on a rollercoaster, his lips met hers in a sweet kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as his wrapped around her waist.

“Friends huh.”

The sound of Jungkook’s mothers voice brought them out of their daze. Both of their cheeks burning up as Jungkook muttered a “I didn’t think you’d be this early”.

“About damned time y’all settled down, I want grandkids for gods sake.”

The laughter filled the streets as his mother approached her son first, hugging him sweetly as she then approached you, hugging you tightly, her scent familiar and homely.

“He got you a ring since he was seventeen years old. Hopefully he doesn’t waste more time.”

A/N: enjoy my lovelies!!! This was so cute to write! I listened to ‘old friends’ by Coldplay as I wrote this.

NO TRANSLATION, COPYING OR RECREATION OF ANY KIND IS PERMITTED OF MY WORK!

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namintaeseokyoonjinkook7 · 1 year

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Yea.... no matter how much his body kills me, his face and words still makes me wish he was small enough to carry around in my pocket😭😂😭😌

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lilchibi-chan · 1 year

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Hi could I request some fluffy fluff of jungkook getting sick with a bad cold in the rain because he was playing with bam and girl y/n caring for him or you can make it Ot7 and his brothers find out he is sick and care for him . Just fluffy and comfort im sad these days need some peace .

Hello hello!! Of course I can! Thank you so much for requesting☺️

Rainy Day w/ Jungkook

You, Jungkook and the rest of BTS were hanging out when it suddenly started to pour rain.

You all tried to rush back to the cars but Jungkook decided he wanted to have his Hilary Duff ‘Come Clean’ moment. He starts running through the rain. Dancing. Just having a wonderful time.

The rest of the boys joined him and you watch from the car. You found beauty in the rain. In its sound. You didn’t want to be caught in it though.

When everyone has had their fill of the rain, they all go to their respective vehicles and Jungkook joins you, along with Namjoon and Taehyung.

The car ride is quiet since a couple of them are tired from the day.

“I can’t believe you ran through the rain like that,” you say quietly to Jungkook

He lets out a small laugh.

“It was fun. Although, now I’m a bit cold,” he says

He cuddles into you and you rub small circles on his temples. You notice he feels a bit warm and decide to deal with it when you get home with him.

✿♡∘˚˳°∘° ✿♡∘˚˳°∘° ✿♡∘˚˳°∘° ✿♡∘˚˳°∘°

Once you make it to the apartment, you and Jungkook say goodbye to the rest of the boys and you hold on to each other, making your way up the stairs.

Jungkook immediately lays down on the couch and puts his arm over his eyes.

“You okay,” you ask concerned

“Yeah, just a bit tired,” he says, moving his arm to look you in the eyes

He puts his arm down at his side and closes his eyes. You got to touch his forehead and now, he’s really burning up now.

You run to the bathroom and get a touchless thermometer.

You put it to his forehead and it reads 99.5 F.

“Jungkook,” you say softly,“you should go shower and change your clothes. You were out in the rain after all.”

He looks at you and then slowly nods. He gets up and you help him to the bathroom just in case.

Once you hear the water running, you head to his room to get him some sweatpants, a tee shirt and a hoodie.

You knock on the door and once he says you can enter, you place the clothes on the sink counter.

You then head to his room and add an extra blanket to his bed.

When he finishes in the bathroom, you tell him to go to bed so he can rest properly. You go to get a washcloth from the linen closet and wet it with cold water.

You go to the bedroom, where Jungkook is fully covered, with the exception of his arms being crossed above the blanket. You lift his bangs and place the folded washcloth on his forehead.

You turn to leave, when he sleepily grabs your hand in both of his

“Thank you,” he says

“You’re welcome,” you say with a small smile

You go to leave again, but he pulls you closer.

“Stay with me,” he groggily asks

You can’t help but smile at how precious he is.

“Okay, only for a little bit. I’m gonna go out to get some groceries to make you some soup,” you say getting under the covers

Luckily, he does have a cough, but he does sound a bit hoarse and congested.

He holds you close and you feel how cold and clammy his hands are. You start to worry his fever might be getting worse, but you try to stay positive.

You feel his breathing get sleepier and sleepier. You admire his features for a bit, then realize you should get up and head to the store, so he can eat when he wakes up.

You grab your phone and purse, then head to the door to put your shoes on.

You decide to call Namjoon when you walk out of the building.

“Hello,” he says

“Namjoon, are you and the others feeling okay,” you ask

“I’m okay and so are others. We all feel fine why,” he asks

“Jungkook has a fever and-”

“JUNGKOOK IS SICK,” Namjoon says, cutting you off

“Yes but everything-”

“Y/N what are you doing right now,” he asks

“W-well I’m on my way to the store to get ingredients to make some soup,” you say

“Okay. Be safe, we’ll look after Jungkook while you’re out,” he says and hangs up

“O-okay,” you say, still holding your phone to your ear while no one is listening

You go about the rest of your walk to the store, smiling at how worry Namjoon is for Jungkook. You love the relationship these boys share with each other and how they care for each other.

When you return to the apartment, you see Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Jin in the living area. Yoongi was coming out of the restroom with a damped rag and you follow him go the room since you were going to check on Jungkook when you came home.

Namjoon was at Jungkook’s side, kneeling next to the bed. Jungkook has woken up from his nap. Bed laughing with Namjoon and sounds a bit better.

“Hi Y/N,” Namjoon and Jungkook say simultaneously

“Hey,” you say with a small smile

“I’m gonna get started on your soup JK,” you and start to turn out the room

“Wait Y/N, let us make it,” Namjoon says

“A-are you sure? It’s really no trouble at all for me to do it,” you say

“No no, we can do it. You stay with him,” he says

“Okay…thank you,” you say, feeling touched

Namjoon and Yoongi leave the room and you join Jungkook in bed.

You snuggle into his chest and he rubs your head softly.

You decide to put on Netflix while the boys make soup.

When you hear a knock on the door, you know that’s the signal for the soup being ready, so you pause what you’re watching and help JK get out of bed.

He gives you a hug when he joins you in standing, then kisses your forehead.

You join the boys in the kitchen and the table is set with bowls for everyone and there’s rice and side dishes.

You all sit down to enjoy a nice meal and have a wonderful night.

I’m so so so sorry this took so long. IRL stuff got really hectic and busy but I hope you enjoyed and hope you request again!!!

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jojohooniie57 · 9 months

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My art

“As he was looking at the viewfinder, he was about to take a shot when. she turned and look at him and smiled. It was like slow motion as she turned as leaves slowly falling, he was too falling slowly at her”

🐰Pairing: Jungkookie x Reader

🐰genres: fluff, high school au

Jeon Jungkook, an ACE student of Yongsan international school is best known as the president of arts and photography club. Jungkook a young and passionate photographer With a camera always on hand, saw the world through a lens and art, capturing beauty in the ordinary and telling stories through images.

Everyone adored him but at last, jungkook was never interested in someone. he was cold to others except for his friends. Jungkook who is known to be quiet and always stuck in a book or camera, is known for his cold appearance and attitude.

He was intelligent and many people applaud him even though he is handsomely bitter still all of them know him as the ACE, but not all of them there is one.

Who simply does not care about any of the school's affairs. And to her, she only knew him from friends telling her about the handsomely bitter ace.

Not knowing that the school ace has begun to get interested in her.

One sunny day, while wandering through the school ground, jungkook was standing in the tree the fresh breeze blow on his soft hair as he was holding a camera.

Jungkook always loves taking pictures and painting them afterward adding detail to the art. Making astonishing paintings that tell stories about what he sees.

But these past weeks have been quite hard on jungkook as his having an art block on his painting same goes for photography, he was feeling mundane.

But

On this sunny day, as he was looking across the tree with the fresh breeze taking him in, jungkook’s eyes saw a captivating sight.

she was sitting across the tree, Y/N reading a book, surrounded by leaves that have fallen on the three. She was beautiful the way her hair was falling slowly, her eyes shine like stars at what she was reading reflecting every emotion she feels.

Y/N reflected on her emotions and dreams as she read. it was like looking at a painting and you never want to look away from how alluring the sight was, it was mirroring jungkook’s own artistic sensibilities.

He only has known her this morning when his friend was going ballistic on how beautiful she was. At first sight, she seems someone who is noisy and annoying. but now she was serene as the bright sun hit her.

Unable to resist the allure of Y/N's imperturbable expression, Jungkook Took a picture of her. As he was looking at the viewfinder, he was about to take a shot when. she turned and look at him and smiled. It was like slow motion as she turned as leaves slowly falling, he was too falling slowly at her.

Then without realizing it, he took the shoot out of bewilderedness.

Jungkook eyes widen in shock as he has been discovered. he immediately turn around taking his camera with him and was red as a cherry embarrassed about what was just Acquired as he is running at their school.

Not knowing Y/N was giggling softly at the sight. She was not mad she was more interested than mad at their school ace now taking a picture of her.

…

It was 4 pm in the afternoon Y/N was still walking in the hallways at their school. She was holding a stack of paper that her teacher signed for her to bring to the art and photography class. She was tired and bored already hurrying up so that she can finish this and go home eager to read her novel.

Engrossed in her thought she didn’t realize that she pass down the art and photography class not until she hears a humming sound. She stop and looked at the door hearing a clear and soft humming that She can feel the butterfly dancing in her stomach.

She looked at the window and saw the most enchanting sight she had ever seen it was like she was looking at someone unreal. like someone in her book that she has read his eyes shining as the sunset shines at him eyes focus on painting on his huge canvas. His plump pink lips hummed in a melodies way as his eyes flutter slowly, It was captivating.

She looks at the painting and registers that it looks like her.

She open the door slowly so that he didn’t hear her but at last, he did. He turn around fast at who the person was and his eyes widen. She flinches at that and quickly apologizes.

“I- I’m sorry I-” Y/N put her head down slowly embarrassed at what happened.

“I was just gonna put th-these paper that seonsaengnim assigned me. t-to put it on the arts and photography club…. I’m sorry” Y/N said and slap at herself mentally for stuttering.

Jungkook look at her and thought ‘Cute’ he didn’t even realize that he was smiling profusely as he look at her explain and stuttered it was cute and he can’t help but just giggle at her figure. But his thought got interrupted when she was about to go.

“Um uh so I should go sorry for interrupting you” she blurred as she place all the paper on the desk and was about to go out. But not until jungkook stops her.

Holding her wrist as she turns around slowly and meets his eyes. Eyes that tell I want you so please stay and he did he said that to her but of course not the part I want you but hey I would love to hear that.

“Hey you should stay, I really need to have a company by now,” he said as he let go of my hand and scratch the back of his neck and his ear is visibly blushing at what he said.

She look at him and blush at what he said “Of course” she said whiteout hesitating kinda missing his hand around her wrist.

They talk that day and Y/N watches as he paints her thought she’s not sure at first if it’s really her he didn’t even tell her what he was painting but she has a feeling. She had a feeling of light in her heart while looking at him too absorbed in painting and talking to her she slowly feel the butterflies she felt when she first saw jungkook. The way he laughs and smiles they are both comfortable in each other’s presence like they have known each other for a while.

They both look outside while laughing and stop, it’s already nighttime. they didn’t even know as they are both engaged in talking with each other Not even knowing it was already nighttime.

Jungkook sighed loudly at the feeling that they would have to go their separate ways. And then Y/N laugh at him it was like she knows what he was thinking.

“Hey don’t worry will meet each other tomorrow and we can still hang out tomorrow”, she said staring at him.

“Of course!.. I-i mean yes I would love that” he said hastily and look away. Didn’t see her vast smile at his cuteness he is just so cute. that she just want to pinch his cheeks ‘Ash what are you doing this to me my kookie’ she thought as she look at him ‘God that’s a cute nickname’.

Ever since that day, it was magical for the both of them they would always spend they’re time together it was unforgettable. It was the time they get to know each other they became school lovers birds even though jungkook hasn’t confessed yet they all know.

All know as they look at each other not just friends it was more. The way he looks at her is like he was picturing every moment with his eyes.

They couldn't help but feel excited about each other. Both secretly wished to confess their feelings to each other, but neither had the courage to confess. As fate would have it, jungkok can’t take it anymore with everybody nagging him and with her eyes that tell.

So he decided to confess to the art and photography club.

They were standing in the middle of the room jungkook breaths loudly trying to tranquil his beating heart. He looks at her and behind him was a huge canvas covered in sheet.

“Y/N… You know, you mean the world to me. You've always made me feel something I’ve never felt before, like a constant, beautiful presence in my life.”, he said full love in his soft eyes as she looked at her.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she mustered the courage to speak her truth. “kookie, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice quivering slightly.

“Wait before you say it I want to show you something first”, he looks at her determine to show her his painting.

Jungkook turned around taking the sheet out of his vast canvas and the time stop she looked at the painting of Her, it was the time when he took a picture of her on the tree their first interaction.

It was more then beautiful as she can feel the love and compassion of painting her on this huge canvas. As she slowly comes closer to the painting she touches the canvas she can feel her eyes becoming teary at this.

She turns around and smiles at jungkook eyes close and a tear has fallen.

"I... I've fallen in love with you. For the first time I have seen you, my heart has belonged to you, and I couldn't keep it hidden any longer.”, she said and open her eyes by that time jungkook was already in front of her.

He put his hand on her checks and his thumb wiped away her tears and looked at her with soft eyes with a warm smile crossed his face. “Y/N You are the most incredible person I know, and I treasure our friendship more than anything. But I must admit, my feelings for you have grown too. I just didn't know how to say it."

They looked at each other and smile profusely both feeling a warm feeling they felt. And slowly time stop as he put his hand on the nape of her neck pulling her close. closing their distance from each other slowly they’re nose touch and soft lips touched and they leaned in, and their lips met in a sweet and tender kiss, sealing their confession of love.

They shared a tender moment, and in that instant, they knew they had found something special. Both standing in the middle of the room with the warm sunset shining at their ravishing moment.

From that day on, they became inseparable. They spent their days together, exploring their passions, supporting each other's dreams, and growing as individuals.

As their high school journey came to an end, they knew they wanted to continue their love story beyond graduation. They both applied to the same college, hoping to study their respective passions while staying close to each other. They were accepted and began a new chapter in their lives as a couple, full of love and excitement.

With time, their love deepened, and they faced the ups and downs of life together. And so, Jungkook and Y/N’s love story continued, blossoming beautifully over the years, as they lived happily ever after.

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springalwayscomes · 2 years

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라면(Ramyeon)

Plot: Get to start the day in Jungkook’s arms, he’ll blow you out of your dreams and tell you that you’re the only person whose cat he wants to see. Maybe you’ll even get to eat Ramyeon together?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Wordcount: 1.8k

Author’s Note: This is not a lot but I find it cute and it was fun to write it. I’m writing less in this period because of work, but I’m still trying to end the story I started at the beginning of last year, so hopefully I will be completely done with it in not too much time, it’s the longest I’ve ever written. I hope you will like this little one for now, apparently this is my Jungkook period, so this was just me dreaming with my eyes open. I promise you it’s really cute and I hope it will make you giggle at least once!

A blow of air hits your face. It’s a weird feeling you can’t quite describe, it’s close and warm, as if it was only directed towards you and not anyone else. Especially, towards your eyes. It gets even stronger, as if the source of the wind got closer too. You squint your eyes and moan in frustration, realising what is happening as you get taken away from your sweet dreams.

«Yah!»

You hear him giggle, and he blows even harder. He gets so close to your eyes that all is left to do is lay his lips on them. He lets a kiss on each of them, squeezing you tight to his chest and then hiding his face low in the crook of your neck.

«Let me sleep»

«Did you sleep well?» he asks, low and in need of cuddles; you hear it from his silky tone. Too sleepy and still tired though, you don’t answer. Jungkook stays silent for a couple of minutes, still hugging you tight and caressing your back from time to time.

Then, he starts talking; he tells you about his day yesterday, since last night you were both too tired to even talk and just fell asleep in each other’s embrace. In fact, you think that sleeping in his hug is the best way to start the day; you wake up feeling fully relaxed and totally dizzy of love at the same time. It’s been three years now and he still has the same effect he had on you on the first. His chest is the place where you feel at home, his heartbeat singing you to sleep and his loving strokes guiding you to peace and serenity.

«You’re not listening to me» he pouts, hiding his face in your hair as he looks down at you, your eyes closed.

«You’re falling asleep again»

«I’m listening» you murmur, obviously lying, your voice muffled by his chest.

«I’m sleepy»

«You’re obviously lying, but I forgive you» he lays a kiss on your forehead.

«When I woke up I took a picture of you» he says.

«What?»

«You were too cute not to take one, your cheeks squeezed and lips pouting» he giggles, picturing the image in front of him. His bunny teeth showing as he eyes wrinkle.

«Can I see it?» you open your eyes, looking up at him. You know it too well that he can’t say no when you beg him with your eyes. Jungkook nods as soon as you ask him though, no need to beg, just happy that he finally got your attention.

«Please promise me you won’t delete it» he pouts at you. You nod, and happy he places a sweet peck on your lips. The touch awakenes something in you, and you end up holding him in place to deepen the kiss. Jungkook moans in your mouth, his tongue finally meeting yours in a sweet and loving manner. You straddle him, laying better on his chest afterwards, and he ends up thinking that if the world ended now, he’d die as the happiest man on Earth. It’s crazy how you make his heart flutter and his insides melt. His arms squeeze you onto him, as if he wanted to give you all he can, more of him without necessarily getting to have sex. You don’t need it now, the message he’s trying to send comes perfectly across; he loves you. And you love him too. So bad. He loves you with every inch of him, every molecule, every breath. The kiss becomes pecks again, until he kisses all of your face, hearing you laugh makes his smile spread wider.

«Let me see the picture» you remind him. He nods, reaching out to get his phone from the nightstand beside your bed. He raises it over your faces as he searches for the gallery, now clicking on the photo. You can’t help but chuckle. You’re totally laying on his chest, arms wrapped around him and showing your back to the camera, your cheek is on his chest, the other one squeezed by his hand making your lips pouty and puffy. His face is hidden in your hair, only showing the upper part, but you can still see him smile.

«You’re so cute» he murmurs with voice made of honey, clearly smiling.

«I thought about sending it to Namjoon, but then I though “Why should I? This is only mine to see”» he laughs.

You smile at him, your cheeks reddish and flustered. You hide your face back into his chest, getting comfortable again with your legs in between his. Jungkook squeezes you completely, now raising your face with two of his fingers.

«Can we cuddle the whole day?» he pouts.

You nod instantly, not sure how anyone could say no to such beautiful doe eyes and the embrace of his arms around you for the whole day.

«Are we having lunch in bed?» you ask. He nods again.

«We could order something and eat while watching Netflix» he thinks.

«Are you thinking about Netflix and chill or more Ramyeon at my place? Or maybe you want to see my cat?» you tease him, reminding him of his stories on Instagram the other day where he flirted with his fans.

«I wasn’t thinking dirty but that sounds-»

«Kook!» you lightly squeeze his cheek, making him moan. As soon as you leave his skin though you can see that he was just playing with you, getting back to laughing as soon as he has the choice.

«If I want to see someone’s cat, that would be yours baby» he reassures you when he’s done giggling at your jealousy.

«Glad to hear that, as it should be» you mock him back, sticking your tongue out at him and pulling away from his chest. Jungkook pouts at you as he tries to make you fall back into him but can’t because of your squirming.

«Yaah! Stop being like this and hug me again» he mourns «please»

«I got flustered too watching your stories the other day, imagine all of your fans looking at them- Aigoo, my heart!» you hold back your laughter, trying to hold onto the flicker of jealousy you’re feeling in your chest. You just like to tease him, you know it well that he didn’t mean anything out of it and that he was just playing with his fans just like they were with him.

«Aargh, just hug me!» he moves his fingers in the air as if he was a baby trying to get hold of something. In this case, you.

«The only person I really flirt with and want to flirt with is you, I only want to eat Ramyeon at our place with you and the only cat I want to see is yours. Do you want to call it Netflix and chill? It’s the same, now come back here and cuddle me»

Gosh, this man. The way he has you wrapped around his fingers without even knowing.

«Do you want pizza for lunch?» you mumble as you fall back into him, hearing him moan in relief as soon as his arms wrap around you again.

«Ramyeon» he teases again, making both of you laugh.

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armpirate · 8 months

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Driving lesson || Jungkook (Under Your Skin)

pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader || Under Your Skin couple

w.c.: 1.6k

Warnings: None. Just them making us feel single af

Summary: Jungkook had been insisting for a few weeks for you to get a driving license, or at least try it. Although he regretted the second he saw you on the driver's seat.

"Are you sure you want to do this" Jungkook asked, distrustful.

He changed seats after you insisted a few times you wanted to give a try to driving, surrounding the car from the back while you did it on the front. Jungkook saw you hopping on the driver's seat, sitting as straight as possible while being unable to hide the excited smile on your face. When your eyes landed on him, he was finally aware that he was still standing at the other side of the car, too lost looking at you to care about anything else.

Finally hopping on his new seat, he closed his door and looked at you once again "You don't need to rush it".

A glimpse of the short conversation you had a few nights ago came up in his mind, in which he tried to convince you that driving wasn't that difficult and that you might end up enjoying it. That was then, when he still thought you'd just get into a driving school. But when you came up with the idea of him teaching you on your first lesson, his blood froze and regret was all he could think about when remembering that conversation.

He trusted you. He sure did. Jungkook wouldn't hesitate to leave his life in your hands, but still his heart was beating fast against his chest when he saw your fingers holding the wheel tight.

His comment only made you huff, before your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He bought the car not long ago, after you convinced him to let Mark and Soo have their own car, so he could have his own in case he needed it -after he came back annoyed because he got wet after driving all the way from the studio to your shared apartment in the rain. The car was new, and you understood why he moved the car to a place with less traffic. But it annoyed you how he was the one that came up with the idea -after you also came back home, complaining about how late the bus was-, only for him to try and step back from his own words now.

"You don't think I'm ready?" you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. And he knew you were ready to clap back at whatever he could say.

"No" bending over you, he got to the lever under your seat, "You should be able to reach the pedals first".

Feeling how your cheeks burned, you helped him move the seat forwards, at least until you were able to step on the three pedals comfortably.

"Also," he continued, reaching the seatbelt and getting closer to your face "you need to put this on first, cocktease" without letting you do anything, you felt his kiss on yours.

It was a fast kiss, but it immediately made you smile, and soon got you pressing your lips together -on an ill attempt to wash the cute thoughts away to be able to focus on the road.

He explained everything you needed to know about the angles of the rear view mirrors, and how you should step on every pedal so you wouldn't force the car more than you should. And after you nodded at his last explanation, you could feel the muscles on your back and shoulders tensing at the vibration of the engine as you lifted your foot from the clutch pedal slowly -just like he taught you.

Jungkook could tell you were nervous. Actually, he was sure he would be able to point out each one of your muscles and bones if you were wearing a tank top instead of that thick sweater -that you borrowed from him.

"You're doing good, love" he praised you, giving you a soft smile while he looked proud of what you were doing after just a few explanations.

Fast learning was one of your main characteristics. It didn't matter what it was. If you were determined to learn, you would make it. That was why he'd always encourage you whenever you wanted to do something, or whenever you were frustrated over how difficult it was the explanation of an exposition -or the little time Jin sometimes gave you to get ready, because everything ended up being more rushed than it was intended to.

His girl was good at everything she put her intention on.

"Am I?" you asked, tempting to glare at him, but moving your eyes back to the road before you could perceive more than just his legs and his torso through the corner of your eyes.

"Yup" he patted your head, moving his palm down to your nape to give you a soft squeeze "You're better than me on my first time. I'm a good teacher"

"Or maybe I'm a better learner than you" you teased, finally feeling a bit more relaxed.

And the muscles on your shoulders were thankful to it, finally letting go of all the tension while you smiled.

Jungkook guided you for half an hour more. It was supposed to be for only ten minutes. At least that was what you said at first, before he finally gave in. But you looked so happy and excited, that he didn't care about making it twenty minutes more. And he also noticed how stressed you were the past few days because of your work, so seeing you finally like this was something that he wished he could keep forever.

"Do you want to try to park here?"

Stopping the car slowly, leaving the truck of the car a few meters ahead of the free space, you were unsure of his idea. It was your first day driving, and he already wanted you to park in between two cars. Not only that, but he wanted you to park at an angle.

"We'll do team work, okay?" he assured you "Just do everything I tell you".

Just like that, you followed each one of his orders, turning the wheel at the exact angle he told you, lifting your feet from the clutch pedal like he told you. And you were the happiest just following his instructions, under his attentive gaze.

At some point, he asked you to place your hands on your lap so he'd be able to take full control of the wheel while the car was still moving. Until it was perfectly parked.

"Now try to take it out by yourself" he told you. "It'll be easier than parking it. Just do the same thing" he bent over your body, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. "You earned a good reward after this".

You didn't know if it was the excitement of his words, or how close he was to you. But before you could realize it, you lifted your feet from the brake and the clutch. It was too late when you did, at the sound of something crushing at the back.

His face was completely pale when you looked at him. Jungkook for sure didn't want to get out of the car, and see the disaster that you caused. It was enough for him to look through the rear view and give a second look to the tree that he was already aware of, before he moved his eyes inside the car and realized the lever was still on reverse.

Making you step on the clutch again, he placed the level properly and lifted the hand brake. "Love..." you muttered worried, when he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped outside.

It took you a few long minutes before you also stepped outside, and found your boyfriend holding in his hand the broken pieces of the right rear light. How he looked at it, made you press your lips tight together, waiting nervously for him to rant at you. He bought that car not long ago, and as soon as you got to drive it, you ruined it.

It wasn't like Jungkook was going to yell at you or cross any lines to make you feel bad on purpose. It was even worse than that. Because when he was upset, his big doe eyes stared right into your soul and made you feel worse than any shouting could. And he wasn't even aware of it most of the time.

Just like he wasn't aware at that moment, when he finally looked at you after you called him for the second time. "I'm sorry" you muttered, stepping closer to him.

"It's okay" he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders. "It was just the rear light, so it'll be a fast repair" giving you a kiss on your temple, he joked. "Just make sure you're on the first gear the next time".

"You aren't mad?" you hid your face on his neck, wrapping your arm around his waist.

"No, I promise" he hugged you tight. "It's not like you did it on purpose. And, like I said, it's just the rear light. You didn't dent or scratch the car. It'll be fast" he assured you. "But remember that good reward?" he reminded you in a lower tone.

You nodded, getting ready to let go of all the ideas you came up with. It was time to say goodbye to a nice bath with your boyfriend, that would probably end up in a romantic and sensual good sex. And it was time to say hello to his punishment. That could either go from having to watch a whole season of one of his favorite animes, to not being able to cum that whole night.

"Should I forget about it?" you looked at him under your lashes, seeing him nod with a bread smile.

"And should get your ass ready for some popcorn and watch Cowboy Bebop. You will love that one" he mentioned excitedly, before he playfully spanked your ass and walked past you to get back on the driver's seat.

#ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #kookie #one shot #reader insert #armpirate #jungkook fluff #fluff

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jae-bummer · 10 months

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My Idol 3: Part Two

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

In the history of My Idol, you didn't think you had ever seen someone genuinely excited about doing a mission before. Often times, contestants tended to dread the red envelopes, with some even refusing to open them. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed almost more excited for this than anything you had discussed so far.

"To be honest," you grinned. "I thought the real adventure started when Yoongi was instilling a healthy amount of fear into all of us."

"Yeah," Jungkook cringed. "That wasn't part of the plan."

"What exactly was the plan?"

"Well..." he trailed, running a hand over the back of his neck. "He wouldn't tell me. He just said he was going to handle a few things."

"And that didn't set off any alarms?" you laughed.

Jungkook broke into a smile before shaking his head. "You try questioning him and see how far you get."

Directing your attention back to the task at hand, it was hard not to be enthusiastic when Jungkook was. Sliding a finger under the seal, he peeled the envelope open with a small pop. Grinning fiendishly, he slid the contents out and began to read.

"The healthiest relationships are those where you're a team! Grab a cold lunchbox at random and microwave it for the instructed time. While the timer is ticking, divide and conquer getting the rest of your snacks!"

"That doesn't sound too bad," you said quietly, suspicious as to why you got such an attainable mission.

"There's a second card," Jungkook hummed, waving it before reading. "See below for your shopping list. Confirm you have the correct brand and item before the timer runs out. Happy snacking!"

Looking over Jungkook's shoulder, your jaw dropped. The list of snacks had to have been 20 items long. You hadn't even heard of some of them before.

Glancing up at you, Jungkook smirked. "We're going to kill this."

"I hate to be pessimistic," you cringed. "But I don't even know what half of these things are."

"Okay," he said, furrowing his brows as he scanned the list. "We'll split the list in half. I'll take the ones you're not sure about."

"Oh," you breathed a sigh of relief. "You're familiar with everything then?"

"Nope," he grinned. "But I've got the spirit to make up for it."

It hadn't taken long for the two of you to split up the list and finalize a game plan. The only thing you hadn't been able to factor in was the time you would be allotted, or how to navigate other people shopping at the convenience store.

You looked nervously from the cold lunch boxes to Jungkook. His expression was soft as he gazed at you. "Hey, we'll be able to do this, okay?"

"And what if we don't?" you grumbled. You knew the probability of succeeding at every mission given by My Idol was slim, but you weren't looking forward to any of the penalties. You had already made yourself look silly enough in your audition video, there didn't need to be another highlight reel of embaressing moments.

"If we don't, it'll be my fault," he grinned. "Just worry about your part. You're going to do great."

You felt your heart stutter as you appraised him. Jungkook was so open and giving with his words and emotions. Not once had he made you feel uncomfortable or unwanted. You knew this experience was new for the both of you, but you were clearly out of your depth. Coming into this, you felt like you were drowning, but Jungkook proved to be an increasingly proficient swimmer.

"Do you want to pick?" he asked, finally looking away to you and toward the meals.

You chuckled uneasily. "I trust you."

"Might be your downfall," he joked, reaching in and grabbing what looked to be a pretty involved meal set. Checking for any sort of instructions, he let out a hiss. "Two minutes."

"That's fine," you nodded, trying to pump yourself up. "Two minutes. A whole 120 seconds. That's a lot of time."

"You're right," he said, nodding as well. Crossing the aisle, he began to remove some of the plastic packaging before popping the food into one of the available microwaves. "I believe in us."

Shutting the door, his fingers hovered above the numbers before he thought better of it. Dropping his hand to his side, he moved back toward you, grabbing your wrist instead.

"Wha-" you managed as he shuffled you toward the counter.

Lifting your hand with his, he smiled. "We'll do it together."

Letting out a soft huff of amusement, you allowed him to navigate your fingers toward the "Start" button. "Together."

Your breath was ragged as the microwave beeped loudly across the convenience store. Stopping just short of running into you, Jungkook grinned wildly in your direction, his eyes lit with excitement.

"We did it," he said, his voice gravelly. "We did the damn thing."

You laughed, looking at his now haphazard hair. Reaching up, you flattened a few strands back into his ponytail. The small movement caused him to go incredibly still, his eyes darting around your face before looking away. Once fixed, you took a step back, only to see him zoned out and biting his lip.

"Do you really think we got everything?" you whispered. Looking from his basket to yours, you were relieved to see quite a few snacks in both.

"If we didn't, we definitely got close," he murmured. "I'm proud of us either way."

A more lovely man simply did not exist. You were sure of it.

It wasn't long before the production crew seized your baskets and began analyzing everything. You were too nervous to speak, so you remained anxiously silent as you watched them.

"It looks like everything is here," one of the producers confirmed. "...besides the tuna and kimchi kimbap."

"What!" you and Jungkook gasped in unison. You thought back to your mad dash. That one was on your list, and you were certain you had grabbed it.

"It's not here," the producer sighed, pulling a red envelope from the back of his jeans.

"Wait, wait, wait," Jungkook said, stepping forward. "Let me look."

"We already looked at everything," another producer piped in. "It's not there."

"Then you'll have no problem letting me look too," he asserted, his hands already picking through the snacks. Sitting each one on the table in the order they were written, he paused. Looking over his shoulder at you, he smirked. "Found it."

When the producers were checking everything, it looked like the baskets had only been shuffled through. You watched with pride as Jungkook pulled the kimbap out from under the baked eggs.

"Oh," the producer said numbly. Stuffing the envelope back into his pocket, he sighed. "Well done."

"Well done," you muttered. You were going to have to keep a close eye on them.

"Now, to celebrate," Jungkook grinned, his nose scrunching. "Let's go go go!"

Settling into one of the plastic tables outside of the 7-Eleven, you assisted Jungkook with spreading out your winnings. You took turns going back and forth to heat up various things, but it didn't take long before you sat side by side.

"Mmmm," Jungkook groaned, taking a bite of the hot bar you had just set in front of him. "I haven't had one of these in forever."

"Not enough time?" you asked, taking a bite as well when he offered it to you.

"I order in a lot," he nodded. "I don't really like leaving my apartment."

You furrowed your brow as you chewed thoughtfully. "Why not?"

Heaving a sigh, Jungkook glanced up at the cameras before looking back at you. "Things can get a little crazy when you're a..."

"Idol?" you supplied. "Celebrity?"

"Something like that."

"Right,' you said slowly. Of course he treasured his privacy. He had so little of it. "But I'm curious, if you like to keep to yourself, why sign up for My Idol?"

"Why'd you sign up?" he shot back quickly with a teasing tone.

"I asked you first," you smirked.

Smiling in return, Jungkook resumed picking through the food. "I've realized that since I became an adult, I've gotten really introverted. It's hard to meet people when you're locked behind a door with your pets all day. I had some talks with friends, and they all thought this experience would be good for me."

You supposed you could appreciate that. "It's a chance for you to grow then?"

"Mmm," he hummed, mid chew. "In a way. I want to grow as a person, but it would be nice to grow with someone as well. You'll have to understand, I haven't really been "alone" since I was 15, so it's a double-edged sword. I crave that comfort, but at the same time, I've been burned by people who I thought I could trust."

"It's hard to be vulnerable," you nodded. "This is a chance to do that while also keeping rails around it."

"Exactly," he grinned. "I wasn't going to crawl out of my hole unless I felt safe to some extent.

Now, what about you? What made you submit your audition tape?"

"Alcohol," you laughed. "And a friend who said I needed to live a little."

"I think our friends would like each other then," he chuckled. "Both sat in front of a 7-Eleven because we were peer pressured to go on the highest stakes blind date possible."

"Hey, the 7-Eleven has been fabulous," you hummed. "And it's sentimental to you."

Looking over his shoulder, Jungkook gazed fondly at the building. "It really is. There's nothing like the feeling of practicing for eight hours and then stumbling down the street for some ramen."

"Eight hours?" you croaked.

"I was an underachiever, really."

You quickly narrowed your eyes at him, but immediately realized he was joking. Letting out a small huff, you shook your head. "How were your leg muscles even willing to make the trip after all of that?"

"It wasn't great," he winced. "But I was young and running off of the feeling of just belonging to something. When my members would be too tired to come out, I'd offer to carry them. Many a piggyback ride happened on the way to this place."

You tried to picture it. Jungkook who was barely a teenager and the slightly older teenagers who were made to raise him. They worked as hard as their bodies would allow until they finally got some recognition. They were sent catapulting into fame only to work harder than they ever had. There was something admirable about the journey to become an idol, but there was no way you could ever push yourself as hard as them. It took a special type of dedication.

You looked at Jungkook, assessing his features as he snacked. There was still so much of his youth in his adult features. While his softness had changed into hard edges, that child-like light never left his eyes. That mischievous tug never fell from his lips. The world had tried to beat him down so many times (and that's only what you saw on the tabloids.) Each time though, he picked himself back up and tried again.

You felt your chest give a tug. He really was someone you could grow close to if given the right circumstances.

Glancing up, his eyes caught yours. Smiling shyly, he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "Is there something on my face?"

"Oh," you squeaked. "Oh, no."

He leaned in close to you as if to share a secret. "You were supposed to say "Yes, Jungkook, there's beauty dripping everywhere."

You let out a surprised laugh as he crinkled his nose. "How silly of me! Here, let me help you."

Grabbing for his napkin, you began to dab his face playfully. "I'm worried that when I'm done, there won't be anything left to look at!"

Jungkook was erupting into full on giggles at this point, smacking your hands lightly as they roamed around his cheeks.

"Maybe if I took some for myself," you murmured, dabbing the paper on either side of your face. "I'll be as good looking as you."

"You already are," he said, breathless from laughing.

Getting caught on an exhale, you stilled. "Yeah, okay."

"Seriously!" he smiled, reaching up to boop your nose. "Sure, you might have things that you consider imperfections, but they give you character. I like looking at you."

You laughed through your nose. "I like looking at you too, Jungkook."

"That's as good as a declaration of love!" he gasped. "Move me on to the second round!"

"I'm not exactly sure that that's how it works," you sighed. "But nice try."

Jungkook looked down with a small smile. "I really would like to make it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he continued, still not looking at you. "I've had so much fun. And now I know you enough to make me want to know you even more."

"Hey," you chimed, setting your hand lightly atop of his. "You will be a very hard act to follow."

"You think so?" he smirked, finally looking up. "Maybe I should have taken you somewhere more special. Something the viewers-"

"Nope," you cut in. "This place of full of memories that you actually wanted to share. That's not easy when you're giving a small piece of your world to a stranger."

"It is a small piece of my world," he affirmed. "And it's been nice to be able to come back. I was worried it may have turned into something else by now. Thank you for taking care of that memory for me."

"No more talk about the next rounds or what viewers will think," you nodded. "Only talk about what's on your mind and show me pictures of your dog."

This would be the part of the show where the cameras cut away and come back to a montage of you and Jungkook laughing together, the two of you crowded around his phone, or tossing food into each other's mouths. You could almost see the editing as the time ticked by. While your conversation remained light and silly, it was so beneficial in getting to know the person you were expected to form a connection with.

Before you could even realize, hours had flown by. Glancing up in a daze, you realized the producers had been signaling for the two of you to wrap things up. Looking from the camera crew and back to you, Jungkook smiled sadly. "I don't think I want this night to end."

Ruffling his hair now that it had long ago abandoned his ponytail, you stood. "The sun is going to come up pretty soon and end it for us."

Jungkook nodded as he pulled himself to his feet as well. Wrapping his arm around you, he tucked you neatly into his side before strolling slowly toward the My Idol SUVs. You felt completely drunk without a single drop of alcohol coursing through your system. The two of you had entered your own little bubble, sprinkled with magic, and the promise of new beginnings.

"Even if I don't make it, we'll have to do this again," his voice cut through your thoughts.

You looked up at him with wide eyes. The implication of that sentence immediately sent your mind reeling to the previous two seasons.

"No, no, no," he said quickly, spinning you by the shoulders to face him. "Not like that. Just...spending time with you. It's been damn near therapeutic. I don't want to let that go. Whether it's as friends or something more."

"Oh," you breathed, your shoulders relaxing.

"I hope you had as much fun as I did," he smiled. "You did, right? If not, lying is acceptable. I'm fragile."

"I had a great time," you laughed. "It's been a treat getting to know you, Jungkook."

"You were better than any snack," he continued, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, maybe not the choco pies. Not much is better than choco pies."

"Understood and no offense taken," you grinned. "I'll see you soon."

"Soon," he confirmed, pulling you into his arms and wrapping them tightly around your waist. Setting his chin on the top of your head, he let out a sigh.

You took a deep breath in, trying to let yourself be surrounded by all things Jungkook. Although you had spent hours outside, he still smelled lightly floral. Pressed to his chest, you had never felt so warm and secure.

Finally pulling away, the loss of Jungkook's body was a stark one. You could've stayed in his arms for much longer, but you would still be unhappy when you had to let go.

Opening the car door for you, he provided his hand to grasp and ease your way in. Plopping on the seat, you turned to face him. "Thanks for tonight."

"I should be thanking you," he said quietly. Before you could realize what he was doing, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You sat in silence as he took a few steps back and shut the door.

Your hand immediately flew up to your face, gingerly touching the area of skin that now felt like it was on fire. Looking out the window, you smiled as he gave a small wave. Before you could return it, the driver steered away.

You sat on the feeling for a moment, trying your hardest to take everything in. Jungkook felt like a schoolyard friend that you had a crush on and were finally getting to act on it. It was that elated feeling of liking someone and finding out that they liked you back.

If you already had this level of warm and fuzzy from a man you just met, what would happen on your next six dates?

"Get it together, Y/N," you muttered, watching the 7-Eleven fade behind you. "You're just getting started."

To Be Continued.

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