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love to hate you | jjk [vii, preview]
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“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”
— genre: sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU
— pairing: jungkook x female reader
— word count: estimated 100k for the series, 1618 for this preview
— warnings: none for this preview
— playlist: to be added
— a/n: hi. im here to deliver a new chapter and banner for my favourite two idiots. im thankful to everyone for waiting so incredibly patiently and being so nice. i hope this snippet can satisfy you guys until the actual chapter drops (10k+ so far) !! oh and for anyone who might have forgotten the timeline of the story, the characters are stuck in December!!
— find it here
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“Is everyone going home for Christmas?” Namjoon asked, wiping his mouth before grabbing his glass of wine, holding it up to his lips, speaking into it. “I know Kook is for sure.”
Jungkook nodded. “Got me there.”
And even without looking at him, you knew he was smiling and more than excited to go back home. He squeezed your hand, and you could tell he did so unconsciously. You squeezed back, happy for him that he was happy.
“Oh, right, I’ve been meaning to ask!” Jimin gasped, turning rather dramatically towards you. You blinked, unsure of what was about to spill from his lips.
“Is it true that you’re going back home with Kook, Y/N?” 
What?
Everyone turned to you, Chaeyoung raising her brow at you because were you? You stared back at her, mouth opened and closing because no, right? You weren’t, or were you? Your eyes lifted to Jungkook, and he had that same look on his face. Neither of you knew what to say or do. This wasn’t something you had discussed. And why would you have? It’d be ridiculous to assume that you’d be going back home with Jungkook to meet his parents for Christmas.
“Uh-?”
“I’m just asking because Kook’s parents have been asking me if I knew if he’s actually gonna bring you,” Jimin continued, shrugging. And maybe you would have focused on how much you wanted to strangle him right now and needed him to shut up if your mind wasn’t reeling from the fact that Jungkook seemed to have not only told his parents about your existence but also that you would be spending Christmas with them.
What?
“Okay, yeah, no, wait,” Jungkook interjected, a clear panic in his voice, turning fully to you. “I can explain.”
You blankly stared at him, unable to even make a single sound. He dug a hand through his hair, looking even more panicked the longer you said nothing.
“So, uh, my brother saw my posts and stories online and might have told my parents… that I’m dating you. And so they’ve been really curious and asking about you a lot, and it was a little annoying, so I just told them that I might bring you around for Christmas to shut them up. But—” He held out his hand as if to get ahead of you saying anything. “—I didn’t promise them anything. I just said it to get them off my back, you know?”
You continued staring at him, unsure of how to react or what to say because well, you hadn’t thought that either of your parents were ever going to get involved in any shape or form. You hadn’t even played with the idea of telling your parents. And why would you? All of this was fake! A ruse, so Jungkook could win his stupid bet!
“It wasn’t planned, or anything, okay? I wasn’t going to tell them about you-”
“You weren’t?” Jimin blurted out, brows pinching together. He seemed to have lost all ability to read the room, just a glass or two of wine enough to dull his brain. “Ow-!”
He glared at Taehyung, rubbing his arm. It still wasn’t enough to shut him up however. 
“What was that for? I’m just saying I’m a little surprised that Jungkook, the definition of a mama’s and papa’s boy, was planning on keeping his girlfriend a secret when he hasn’t shut up about Y/N for months-”
“No, wait it’s not like that,” Jungkook quickly scrambled, gesturing wildly. “It’s just that my parents, you know, can get a little much. And, I don’t know-”
His sentence didn’t find an end, and Jimin seemed to just take that as a sign to go on, 
“Didn’t Narae meet-”
“Okay, how about you finish your food, huh?” Taehyung interrupted, taking Jimin’s fork and picking up a big piece of meat before shoving it into his mouth. Namjoon and Seokjin exchanged glances, cringing. Yoongi lowered his head, and Jennie slid down on her seat. Chaeyoung looked at you with big empathetic eyes and Jisoo even gave your hand a squeeze. 
If there was anything genuine between you, this would have been devastating. Luckily, there wasn’t. So it couldn’t hurt. And yet, your heart felt like it was bleeding in your chest, a dagger shoved in, a dagger with Jungkook’s name. He was staring holes into you, but you couldn’t look at him, settling on the edge of the table instead. You weren’t hurt. You weren’t hurt that Narae with her perfect smile and manicured nails and beautiful hair and glossy lips got to meet his parents and you didn’t. It didn’t bother you at all! That was what you told yourself at least. Because you couldn’t possibly be hurt. Not when your relationship was transactional and just an act. And yet, to your misery, you were hurt, deeply. You hated it, how you weren’t all that unbothered as you wanted and more importantly, should be. 
You were pulled out of your thoughts though when you saw the glare Hoseok was looking at Jungkook with. It dawned on you how awful all of it had to sound to your friends then. Narae, who never even was Jungkook’s official girlfriend, got to meet his parents, but you, who was officially (at least to them) his girlfriend, he not only didn’t want to introduce to them but also planned on keeping a secret?
“Oh my God, you guys!” you laughed, loud and light, like it was all so very dumb and stupid. With a big swoop, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand on the table, hoping no one saw the shake in your fingers. Everyone looked at you.
“You’re misunderstanding. We had agreed from the beginning that we should take it a little slower, and not tell everyone immediately. I knew he wasn’t going to tell his parents. I told him not to.” You put on your most convincing smile, swallowing the knot in your throat, hoping desperately it was enough. Everyone was looking at you, and you looked right back at them, at everyone except for Jungkook. Your vision almost blurred, hazy at the edges, feeling your composure threaten to slip.
“It’s nothing.”
There was a slight shake in your voice, the tiniest of a waver. You couldn’t tell if your friends noticed, their faces unreadable to you. A moment of silence stretched across the room, the food long forgotten about. In the end, it was slightly tipsy Jimin, the one who started it all, to break the awkwardness.
“Okay, well, do I text them… yes or-?”
You wondered if Jimin was this stupid, or trying to put you through hell on purpose. His question made Taehyung next to him sigh and shake his head, lips pressed together as he stared daggers into the older one.
“What?” Jimin whispered, offended. Maybe you should have taken the wine from him sooner. 
You looked at Jungkook finally. He didn’t seem to have an answer at all, his eyes big and wide like a child’s. There was something in them that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It almost seemed like he wanted you to agree, say yes, of course, you’d meet his parents. You had to be imagining it. As quickly as it had come, you squashed the thought.
It was up to you. The decision was in your hands. Everyone was waiting for your answer. Jungkook would have to go with whatever you were saying, whether or not he liked it. 
A lot of it was probably spite, spite that Narae met them already and you hadn’t. And how would it look if you weren’t there when Jungkook inevitably made a post about being back home with his family and you weren’t there in the pictures? What would Narae think? You could already see a backhanded Instagram story in front of your eyes, how there was trouble in paradise. It was something you wouldn’t put past her at all, seeing as she had done so before, posting just an hour after Jungkook celebrated your one month anniversary about how cringe some couples could be. Anyone doubting your relationship might just lead to Taehyung doubting your relationship and then to Jungkook losing his bet and all of this would have been for nothing. That couldn’t happen, right? You had to do something against it!
“They probably won’t stop bothering you until you tell them yes, right?” 
You tried your hardest to sound casual, nonchalant, chill as some might say. This was no big deal, you told yourself.
It wasn’t what Jungkook had expected. He thought you’d give some roundabout answer that in the end summarised that you needed to keep things slow and easy. But you agreed. You were going to meet his parents. He searched for something in your features, anything to tell him how you genuinely felt about it. He was trying to read you, but it was like he had the wrong dictionary. 
“If that’s alright with you-” Maybe it was to hit the nail on the head, finish it off, you couldn’t say. But the urge was strong right then, just once to say it. “—babe?”
You turned to him and looked at him almost confidently. It was both your face and the pet name, but Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, now you were going to call him babe. A grin spread across his lips.
“Okay, yeah.” He held your hand firmer and tighter. “I’d be more than happy for you to meet my parents. They’d be thrilled.”
He was a great liar. It sounded oh so very genuine.
You squeezed his hand and turned to Jimin. “I guess you can text them I’m going.”
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latetaektalk · 2 years
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a lover’s bond | jjk [preview]
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“what’s jungkook supposed to do when he loses you, but go beg the god of the dead and king of the underworld to give you back?
or a retelling of the greek myth of orpheus and eurydice, a tragic love story.”
— genre: greek mythology! AU, orpheus and eurydice! AU, implied smut, fluff, heavy angst, grief
— pairing: jungkook x female reader
— word count: estimated 23-25k, 551 for the preview
— warnings: major character death, cursing, light alcohol consumption, themes of grief
— playlist: to be added
— a/n: okay this is the baby ive been working on for the past month!! super different from what i normally write, but this post has been haunting me forever now and i also came across this reel, so i just had to! also i looked at song of achilles by madeline miller a lot to figure out how to do this, so there might be a few subconscious influences! to be added to the taglist, shoot me a message/ask! and, thank you to both lira @koocycle​​ and  soobs @subways-stuff​​ for reading this!! ily guys so much!!
— coming sunday, january 30th 2022
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“I broke your heart?” you ask, quirking a brow. Your faces still impossibly close, words whispered between each other. 
Jungkook grips the chair tighter, the skin stretched white and thin over his knuckles. It almost offends him that it’s his heart that’s beating as fast as it is. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. And yet, he can’t pull away from you, drawn in, practically brought to his knees.  
“How did I do that—” He anticipates the end of your question. He knows it will be his name. And he also knows that you’re aware of how desperately he loves to hear those two syllables spilling from your lips. He’s almost sure you won’t give him the satisfaction, until you do, finally, thankfully. “—Jungkook?”
He wants to shake his head, scoff at the innocence you’re feigning, the act you’re presenting him with—eyelashes batting, head tilted to the side, a smile quirked up on your mouth. A part of him is almost infuriated by how you have him hanging on your lips.
“You left me,” Jungkook reminds you, staring into your eyes and he thinks he’s going to get lost in them. “Remember?”
“Oh, did I?” you gasp, and it makes him tongue his cheek. You’re playing this well. “I did, didn’t I?”
You wait a beat, and he knows what you’re going to ask before you even do. 
“Did that hurt your pride?”
Jungkook takes his time to answer your question, letting you mull in silence. Partially to see if you’d grow uncomfortable, and partially because he isn’t sure if he wants to admit to it or not. It would be another hit to his ego and pride. But when he remembers the way you smiled when he declared you the winner and gave in, the choice is easy.
“You know it did.”
The answer satisfies you, your mouth splitting into a grin. 
“And why’s that?”
When he meets your gaze, he can’t believe it’s his face that flushes, his breath that hitches, his pulse that triples, his voice that dies in his throat. That, even though Jungkook came prepared, you’re the one in power after all. 
He exhales a quiet scoff and shakes his head. “You know why.”
The small laugh you let out then should probably offend him. And yet, all he can think about is how beautiful it is, how melodic and delicate. It’s ingrained in him already, replaying in his mind.
“What now?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “How do you want me to fix it, hm?” You put your hand on his chest, right above his heart. He stills. He’s sure you can feel the way it beats and thumps in there, loud and fast. “That broken heart of yours?”
This game you’re playing, the dance you’re dancing, he’s bad at it. You’re winning this without even trying. It was foolish, he realises, to have thought that coming here might allow him to even out the fields, score a point himself. You’re running circles around him without even running. 
“Have dinner with me,” he whispers, unable to speak louder than this.
You tilt your head to the side. “You think that will help?”
“I think—” The words come out slowly. “—it will do a lot to mend my heart.”
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coming sunday, january 30th 2022
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(road)tripping for you | jjk [preview]
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“it was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. but it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than jeon jungkook, a complete stranger. well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.” 
— genre: roadtrip! AU, strangers to lovers! AU, only-one-bed! AU, summer! AU, fluff, a bit of angst
— pairing: jungkook x female reader 
— word count: estimated 25-30k, 614 for the preview
— warnings: cursing, light alcohol consumption, awkward situations, clichés 
— playlist: to be added
— a/n: a preview of my new jungkook oneshot for this summer !! super self indulgent and filled with every cliché and trope you can think of!! to be added to the taglist, shoot me a message/ask! oh, the release date might change. also huge thank you to miss lira @koocycle​​ again for listening to me talk abt this fic and also beta reading it!! she’s an absolute babe :(( ily so much
— coming monday, august 30th 2021
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“What do you mean they aren’t coming?” 
He stares at you with huge eyes, doe eyes so big you think they’re about to fall out. One good slap on the back of his head and they’re out. You’re sure. 
You sigh and close your eyes, your jaw on the verge of breaking. Sooyoung’s dead.
“They just called me,” you hold up your phone as if you needed proof, “and well, turns out they’re out of town and stuck there because the railway companies went on strike.” 
You press your lips together. “They aren’t coming.”
Jungkook stares at you like you’ve just grown a second head, and you can’t blame him. It took you a number of “Wait, wait, wait, what?”s and “You’re kidding, right?”s to process this information too.
He presses his hand to his forehead. “So, what?” The knit between his brows deepen as he comes to the same realisation you came to just a few minutes prior, leading to you cursing out Sooyoung over the phone. “It’s just you and me? No Joon? No Soo?”
You reluctantly nod.
Jungkook blinks at you in total five times before he reacts again, his face morphing into something you can’t pinpoint. It’s something between worry and fear, you think.
“Can’t we go pick them up?” he suggests, a proposal you’ve already made.
“No,” you begin and look into the distance, repeating what Sooyoung told you over the phone. “The issue is that we already booked all of our hotels, so if we were to pick them up, our reservations would fall through. And no, they also don’t let you reschedule either. I guess that’s the service you get when you book the cheapest hotels possible.”
You can see Jungkook think, desperate to find a solution to this. You want to tell him that you’ve thought about it all already, that you don’t want to go on a roadtrip with just him either, but you refrain, pressing the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth.
He lets out a hollow chuckle when he comes up with no solution. The sound arises from the back of his throat. It’s meant to lighten the mood, you think. “Well, what fucking genius suggested booking our hotels beforehand?”
You let the question hang in the air for a moment, scrunching your nose and looking down to your shoes before answering, fingers fumbling in front of your stomach.
“I did.”
Jungkook quiets then. Maybe you should have bitten your tongue and not said it.
“Well, I mean,” he scrambles, “you couldn’t have known-”
“I mean it’s not just the hotels,” you interrupt, probably saving Jungkook from embarrassing himself further and possibly even insulting you again. “We also already rented the car.” You gesture behind him. “And Soo and Joon also don’t want to inconvenience us. They said they’d take the next train back and try to catch up with us somehow.”
He nods then. A prolonged silence stretches between you like gum, sticky and gross. You don’t look at him, and he doesn’t look at you. 
In the end, he speaks first again, clearing his throat. “So, uh, we’re going on this trip together then?”
You press your lips together and tuck a strand behind your ear, still refusing to meet his gaze. It’s almost ironic how good the weather is today, perfect for a roadtrip, a roadtrip you no longer want to go on.
“Unless you want your money to go to waste, yeah, seems like it.”
Jungkook stares at you, and then nods. You look down at your suitcase and put your hand on it. 
This is happening.
You heave out a long sigh.
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love to hate you | jjk [vi, preview]
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“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”
— genre: fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU, angst, fluff, sexual themes (later chapters)
— pairing: jungkook x female reader
— word count: estimated 80k for the entire series, 2378 for this preview
— warnings: none for this preview
— playlist: to be added
— a/n: i dont even know how to begin this because its been almost six months since the last chapter,, to make up for the long wait, ive decided to give you guys the entire first scene! i hope this can make up for the radio silence!! and once more, i would like to thank the wonderful @koocycle​​ aka lira for being a literal angel and not only listening to me cry abt this series but also beta reading for me!!
— coming monday, december 27th 2021
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Jimin would say your worst trait was how judgemental you were. You would say your worst trait was how hopeful you were.
Because Jungkook was right.
Behind all of that cynicism and snark and eye-rolling, there was very much a part of you that was as hopeful as a child on Christmas Eve, believing and thinking of Santa as you fell asleep, excited to wake up in the morning for the presents under the trees.
You knew that kissing and sleeping with Jungkook was far from smart. You knew even as you did it, when you leaned over and grabbed him by his collar.
But you had done it. Because the truth was, you couldn’t help it.
Because kissing and sleeping with Jungkook meant you could forget. More importantly, it meant you could pretend. For that bit of time, you could pretend that he and you were something you were definitely not. It meant you could let that hope grow in you, that hope that maybe, somehow, all of this could miraculously turn out fine, that Jungkook and you weren't the bad decision you thought it was.  
It was nice.
It was nice to pretend, even if just for a short moment, that you had found someone who saw the not so perfect and not so great and not so picture-perfect parts of you and still chose to stay, someone who cared for you even if you told them your deepest fears and let them in on the shameful and pitiful pieces of you.
This was stupid, you realised. Putting all of that faith and hope into Jungkook. You should be more careful. Because you knew just how deceiving and cheating hope was, how having hope in someone was like loading the gun, giving it to them, and closing your eyes, waiting to see whether or not they would deliver the final blow. It was like playing Russian roulette. One wrong move and you would be done for.
Hope could kill.
And when you awoke to the ruffling and quiet cursing, your heart knew instantly, sinking in your chest. You hadn’t even opened your eyes. The shot rang loud in your ears. It hurt, but not nearly as much as it did when you finally looked and saw him.
His naked back was turned to you, tattoos running up his right arm and wrapping around his shoulder. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning over to pick up his shirt. And as you watched him slip into it, you knew.
Jungkook was leaving.
He still hadn’t noticed he had awoken you, and you wanted it to stay that way. Because your eyes were starting to hurt and you knew it wasn’t the lack of sleep.
But before you could close your eyes and pretend to be fast asleep, he turned and looked at you, his eyes meeting yours. You couldn’t decipher the look, but it was enough to make you freeze, a lump forming in your throat that knotted it tight.
“Cabbage.”
His voice was raspy with sleep, and you hated that your first instinct was to tease him for it.
“Hey.” It came out slow. “You’re up.”
He smiled a small smile, the kind of smile that could make you melt. But you resisted, your hands tightening into fists at your side.
You wished you had put on clothes, feeling so goddamn naked and exposed in every way possible right now. Even with the blanket tightly wrapped around you, you thought he could see through you, see into you. And you didn’t want him to see you anymore. So when you straightened up, thankful you were anything but neat, some old clothes just in reach, you made sure your back was facing him.
“I was just gonna-” He pointed towards the door, and a part of you died inside. You wished he wouldn’t speak, wished he would just spare you of this conversation and just leave without a word.
You cringed at how small your voice was, on the verge of breaking, when you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t hear, hoped your shirt muffled the shakiness as you pulled it over your head. “Yeah, just go.”
You couldn’t look at him when you said it, gaze staying averted, vision beginning to swim. If you had just turned to him though, you would have seen the confusion crossing his features, brows furrowing together.
“What?”
Swallowing the knot in your throat was futile, but you tried anyway. It was getting hard to breathe with it lodged in there. You grabbed an old pair of sweatpants.
“I- weren’t you about—” The words wouldn’t quite leave you. You had to pull them out of you, force them to form. “—to go?” You swallowed, praying finality was swinging with your voice as you continued. “So go.”
You were desperate to sound cold and distant. Because you couldn’t let him know just how much this was affecting you, what kind of unimaginable power he held over you, power you never knew you had given to him until now when your voice was quivering and your eyes burning with tears. You wished you would be stronger, better at this, in control of your emotions just a little bit more.
You got up without another word, tucking a strand behind your ear as you pretended to clean up, grabbing the pieces of your costume and tossing them into the laundry bin before moving over to the two water bottles you had left on your cough, tracing the evidence of last night and throwing them all away. As if you could erase it all like that, like he and you hadn’t happened.
“Cabbage, do you-” There was a pause. You had your back to him. “Do you think I’m leaving?”
“Are you not?” The response came quicker this time, a little more stable too. You grabbed the cookies from the floor, not quite bringing it over your heart to toss them out. So you just put them on the coffee table, hiding them in the mess.
“Weren’t you just about to get dressed and dip?” There was an edge to your words, as sharp as a knife, ready to plunge and end it all. “Go before I woke up?”
You looked over your shoulder, thinking you would find something in Jungkook’s eyes that would confirm all of the fears you had and the assumptions you were making of him right this moment, that would satisfy something in you and make it easy for you to write him off. But when you saw the look on his face, the confusion and perplexity, you stilled.
“Y/N,” and you loathed how your heart rumbled in your ribcage when he said your name, “I’m not leaving.”
Jungkook stood up and took a step in your direction. But when you backed away, he stopped, face twisting as if he had just physically run against a wall full force, knocking out on it.
“Unless you want me to, of course.”
You could hear the disappointment in his voice, and all you could do was stare at him.
“But I’m not leaving. I just-” He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, voice growing quieter when he spoke again. “I was just gonna go out and surprise you with the cookies I promised you. Remember when I stepped on the-” He stopped, sighing. “I just thought I could sneak out without you noticing and then come back and-”
You hated him.
You hated him so much because his words could do things to you they shouldn’t be able to, tear down any attempt of a defence you had built up to bits and pieces, make you relinquish all of the power over your mind, your heart, yourself. You hated him so much because he could make you load the gun and hand it over to him without him even asking for it.
You hated Jungkook so much because in reality, you didn’t hate him at all.
You crossed the distance faster than he could realise it, your arms wrapping around him so tight, he thought you wanted to suffocate him. You knocked the air straight out of his lungs.
“Cabbage-” He didn’t continue, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. He didn’t understand, but he knew to stay silent. Jungkook hugged you back.
Goosebumps graced his skin, and you held onto him even tighter, eyes screwed shut. His muscles tensed under your touch, and you would have made some stupid comment if you weren’t feeling as much as you were right now. His heart was beating under yours, every beat loud and clear, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He was warm and comfortable. You knew you could fall asleep in his arms.
You found it again, that same sense of peace from last night.
You found it again in his arms.
He wasn’t leaving.
It hadn’t been foolish to have hoped, and for that, you couldn’t even begin to put it into words just how much that meant to you.
“Thank you,” you mumbled into his skin, and Jungkook hugged you tighter. He wasn’t sure what exactly you were thanking him for, so he just kissed the top of your head, mumbling for you not to think about it.
But you did think about it.
You thought about it every night.
Thought about what it might just mean, him staying. Thought about if maybe, just maybe, somehow his words, the three words he oh so liked to tell you, were true.
When you pulled away, gaze finding his, features soft and tender, you pressing your lips to his was the last thing Jungkook expected you to do. The kiss was slow and calm. It was delicate. The opposite of what you had shared last night. There was no rush at all, no need to prove anything to anyone, no desperation or fear that this might just be over in a second.
He put his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him and leaning into you, chasing your lips. You smiled, quieting the part of your brain that told you that you shouldn’t be doing this, that you should be talking about the fact that he and you had slept together and were kissing now when you were merely supposed to be fake dating one another, supposed to keep this professional and solely business.
When you parted, your breathing heavy and your mind clouded, and you looked at Jungkook, you felt something between your ribs. It was weak, but you had an inkling it was about to grow stronger, and soon enough, all-consuming. There was no stopping it. You were in the middle of falling, going down the deep end. You just had to wait to see if by the end, the landing would be graceful or bone-crushing; wait to see if by the end, you were wrong and the gun was going to go off.
“I-”
You should explain, you were aware. But you couldn’t, the words breaking in your mouth. And when Jungkook whispered, “I know.”, your inability to speak, it was fine, a mutual understanding established.
You were giving him nothing, at most scraps and pieces. But for now, it was enough.
You pulled him closer and buried your face in the crook of his neck. Closing your eyes, you hoped Jungkook knew what you were trying so desperately but pathetically failing at saying. (Not that you knew what you wanted to say anyway.)
And for a while it was quiet.
“I think,” he began, whispering, “we might have broken a rule, cabbage.”
“Did we?” you mumbled and pulled away to look at him.
He nodded, feigning a frown, as if worried about the consequences that might follow from this rule break. “We did. Rule three.”
“Remind me again which one that is-”
And when Jungkook wrapped a hand around your neck and tilted your head upwards, you knew. But it was too late. He pressed his lips to yours. You almost started laughing. He was an idiot. An idiot you enjoyed kissing a bit too much.
When you parted, he was grinning.
“Right, that one.” You cleared your throat, a poor attempt of yours to gain some composure and to calm your thumping heart. “I remember now. Thanks for that... reminder.”
Your words came out breathless and short.
“Always happy to refresh your mind,” Jungkook smirked. “What do we do now?”
You feigned contemplation, letting out a long sigh and puckering your forehead. “Well,” you began, “technically, I didn’t break any rules.”
He raised a brow, and you took that as a sign to continue, a proud smile forming on your lips.
“Technically, only you,” you dug your finger into his chest for emphasis, “couldn’t kiss me. So technically, only you broke a rule.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes at you. “You’re such a smartass-”
“So technically, I could kiss you.”
You could pinpoint the exact moment your words clicked with him, something changing in his eyes.
“In that case,” he leaned into you, his lips ghosting over yours, “please kiss me again, cabbage. And please,” he was pleading, tightening his grip around your waist, “never stop.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“You know,” your voice was a low whisper, and Jungkook listened to your every word, soaking up every syllable, “rules are meant to be broken, right?”
He stilled for a second, eyes turning hazy. The next thing you felt was his lips on yours, his hands gripping you tight and pulling you closer to him.
There was a sense of urgency in the way Jungkook moved his lips against yours, almost as if he feared you would change your mind any second. You smiled into the kiss. The thought that this insecurity might just be swirling around in his head, it was funny to you. Because you wouldn’t. You would never change your mind, you knew that now.
And even as you were sure that you were sealing your doom with this kiss, that the landing was going to be bone-crushing because there was no possibility of this ending gracefully, the cocking of the gun ringing in your ears, you pulled Jungkook closer to you.
You hoped you were wrong.
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(he)art thief | jjk [i, preview]
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“jungkook is charming, kind, smart, and funny. jungkook is the guy to fall in love with. he is perfect in every sense, except that he is also a member of a notorious heist group and only getting close to you to steal from you. but what does he do when he starts to fall for you? who does he choose? his brothers or you?
genre: heist! AU, thief! jungkook, art curator daughter! oc, ocean’s! AU, fluff, angst, sexual themes/implied smut (in later chapters)
pairing: jungkook x female reader
estimated word count: 35 to 40k
warnings: cursing/swearing, a bit of alcohol consumption
a/n: this is loosely based off the ocean’s film! to be added to the taglist, shoot me an ask/message! also, gureum is jungkook’s dog! and thank you to movie club for helping me come up with this amazing title!!
coming sunday, may 30th 2021  
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Jungkook avoids playgrounds.
Does so because when he was at the tender age of just seven, he fell off a swing. He ended up in the hospital (his first but not last visit); seven stitches, his mother told him, but he could swear it was a million.
Needless to say, Jungkook has been avoiding playgrounds like the plague ever since.
But here he is, in the middle of one, dog leash in his hand, and heart pounding in his chest so violently it might just explode.
A mob of boys runs past him, all of them no older than six—which means that, for the most part at least, they’re harmless—but still, Jungkook flinches. It’s embarrassing, even more so because Gureum turns and stares at him. If one of them should flinch, it should be Gureum, with him being a dog and Jungkook a full grown adult, but God, today is just not his day. He’s stressed! Out of it! Nervous! A wreck-
“Did you just flinch?”
Jungkook feels his heart drop. Fuck, he thought he walked out of sight!
“No, I didn’t, Tae,” he hisses, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.
“You flinched! We can still see you- ah, okay, not anymore. But we saw that-”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I definitely did not flinch-”
“Denying it is pointless. We all saw it. Back me up here, Jimin.”
“You definitely flinched.”
Jungkook stops dead in his tracks, is about to walk back to the car and tell them that they must be hallucinating because he definitely did not flinch when-
“Can you see her already, Kook?” Namjoon asks and for a moment, Jungkook forgot why he is here, you.
He looks around himself, and it doesn’t take him long to find you, sitting on a bench, under a big tree, soft shadows dancing on your skin.
“Yeah, I-I see her,” Jungkook says under his breath.
“Okay, good. I’m gonna need you to focus up then,” Namjoon continues, and Jungkook nods like Namjoon could see him.
“Yeah, if you screw this up, it’s your fault if we end up in jail-”
“Tae!” Namjoon warns, and judging from the ‘ow’ that follows, someone punched him. Jungkook’s guess is Jimin.
“What? I’m just saying-”
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you come,” Namjoon mumbles and runs a hand down his face. “Hey, Kook, don’t listen to Tae, yeah? He’s just messing with you.”
“Yeah… I know,” Jungkook mutters, and he means it. He really does know that Taehyung is messing with him, but there’s a part of him that takes it to heart, that is worried sick about how he’s going to fuck this up and be the reason for why they all end up in jail.
“Don’t worry, Kook,” Jimin cuts in, taking the phone from Namjoon. “We’ve got your back. All you have to do is repeat after me, say what I say. You’ve got this. Remember what I taught you?”
“Always smile and laugh and never talk about yourself. Keep the conversation about the other person because people love talking about themselves,” Jungkook repeats, and looks at you again, heart heavy in his chest.
He shouldn’t feel like this, wishes he wouldn’t. But he can’t help it. This isn’t how he imagined he’d meet you. Jungkook thought he’d meet you at some fancy event, sipping expensive champagne, or at some luxury clothing store maxing out your parents’ credit card—after all, your mother is a world famous art curator. But instead you spend your time at playgrounds, babysitting.
There’s actually no reason for Jungkook to be this nervous. Jimin did practise with him this exact scenario, but he can’t help but think that with a flute in his hands and some alcohol buzzing through his system, he’d feel more comfortable. But here he is, in the middle of a sea of children.
“Kook, do you copy?”
“What? Sorry, I wasn’t…” Jungkook pauses. He shouldn’t admit that he wasn’t listening.
“Get your head in the game, please,” Namjoon tells him over the earpiece.
“Sorry, you’re right. I’m here,” Jungkook says and starts to walk again even though he still feels fucking lost as a goddamn adult at a playground. Gureum follows him when he tugs on the dog leash.
“Okay, good. Just- just try your best,” Namjoon says, voice a bit muffled. “You’ve got this.”
Jungkook could swear that there’s a waiver to his words.
“Don’t worry. We’re here,” Taehyung tells him before Jungkook can think about it too much, distracting him from the quiver he heard.
He stops behind a tree, close enough for Gureum to spot you, but not close enough for you to spot them. His knees crack when he kneels down to stroke Gureum’s ear.
“Hey, Gureum? I’m gonna unleash you in a second and then I’m gonna need you to run towards,” Jungkook points as discreetly as possible to you, “her, yeah? Just like we practised? Remember? Remember how you ran towards Seok and Yoongi? Do it exactly like that again, okay? If you do, I’ll get you your favourite treat.”
Gureum doesn’t run away instantly when Jungkook unclips him because he’s trained, but when he points at you and whistles, he’s gone.
You react surprisingly calm to a dog barreling towards you, barely flinching. You lean down and greet Gureum.
“Approaching target now,” Jungkook mumbles quietly and can only faintly register how Namjoon tells Taehyung to be quiet from now on, all of his attention on the mission now.
With the leash in his hand, Jungkook jogs towards you, heaving extra hard to sell the act of a dog-owner-who-has-been-chasing-his-dog-for-the-last-ten-minutes to you.
You look up to him when he stops in front of you, eyeing him. Jungkook stands there, bend over, his hands on his knees, breathing like he’s struggling to catch his breath.
“Uh…. hi,” you start, brows pinched together.
Jungkook puts on his most charming smile, ignoring his thumping heart to the best of his abilities.
“Hi.”
“Oh, we’re starting- okay, showtime: I’m sorry, are you okay? My dog- he just ran and I couldn’t stop him. I’m so sorry,” Jimin says in his ear.
“I-I’m so sorry.” There’s a quiver to Jungkook’s voice, and it isn’t on purpose. “Are you okay? He just ran and I-”
“It’s fine,” you tell him with a small smile, still petting Gureum who has clearly taken a liking to you. During practise with Seokjin and Yoongi, Gureum always ran back to Jungkook, but now he’s staying at your feet, relishing in your pets. “Is that your dog?”
“Yes, yes, it is. I’m so sorry. I just unleashed him for a second, but then he ran away and I couldn’t catch up with him. Are you okay?”
“Yes, and I’m so sorry. I just unleashed him for a moment, thinking it was okay, but-”
“Can you prove it?” you interrupt and Jungkook pauses. “I mean that it’s your dog. It’s just that he isn’t really reacting to you, you know?”
Jimin’s response comes a bit late. “Oh, yes, I can. His name’s Gureum and he is- what’s the breed of your dog again? I don’t remember. If you look at his collar, you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”
“Oh, yeah, I can,” Jungkook smiles, wiping the non existent sweat from his temple. “His name’s Gureum and he’s a white Maltese dog. If you look at his collar, you’ll see that I’m not lying.”
You actually look at the collar and part of Jungkook is offended that you don’t just believe him. Does he look like a liar to you? “Actually, I have pictures too-”
“No, no, it’s fine. I believe you,” you say before gesturing for Gureum to go back to Jungkook. He does, but somewhat reluctantly and Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret this.
“Ask her if she’s okay again.”
“Are you really okay?” Jungkook says and offers you a smile the way Jimin taught him to. “I really am sorry about-”
“It’s fine,” you tell him and wave him off. “Nothing happened. Don’t worry about it. Just leash your dog.”
And then, you turn away from him. Jungkook stands there awkwardly for another moment before kneeling down to Gureum, absentmindedly petting him, mind filled with questions because what now? How does he communicate to the others that you turned away from him? That the conversation has ended and he has no idea how to start it again?
“What’s going on Kook? Is she smiling-”
“Ah, Gureum, no,” Jungkook cuts in. “Don’t turn away- I can’t leash you if you do that. Don’t turn away.”
“Oh, shit, she turned away, huh?”
“What now, Jimin?”
“Shush, Joon. Let me think, yeah?”
Jungkook fiddles with the leash like he has a problem clipping it, hoping that maybe you’re going to offer him your help. You don’t. And why would you? He’s an adult after all.
Before Jimin can come up with anything though, the solution to the problem presents itself. It comes in the form of a girl running and tripping right next to Jungkook and him catching her just in time before she can faceplant in the dirt and scrape her knees open.
“Oh, hey, careful here!” Jungkook brings the girl back up on her two feet. She stares at him with big eyes, and he recognises her from the pictures. It’s Siyeon, the seven year old girl you babysit regularly, the reason why you’re spending your afternoon at a playground today. ”You okay?”
“Kook, what’s happening right now?” Namjoon asks.
Siyeon looks at you, and you’re already kneeling beside her, fixing her hair.
“Siyeon, I told you not to run. See, you almost fell now!” You say it the same way a mother would, less strict though. “If he hadn’t caught you, you would have hurt yourself, wouldn’t you have? Now, what do you say?”
“T-thank you,” Siyeon mumbles, and Jungkook isn’t sure if she’s staring at her hands because she’s embarrassed or just about to cry.
“Who’s that? Who are you talking to? Who’s he talking to?”
“Was that a kid?”
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks Siyeon, ignoring Namjoon and Taehyung to the best of his abilities.
“Y-yes, thank you.” She won’t look at him.
Jungkook smiles. “Well, I’m happy that you didn’t get hurt there.”
“Kook, answer please. Do you need help?”
“Should we interfere?”
Jungkook’s about to snap. Does it seriously sound like he needs help? He’s talking to a seven year old, for fuck’s sake! Sure, he didn’t practise this scenario, but God, he was capable of improvising!
“Thank you. She’s really clumsy,” you say to Jungkook.
“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’m like that too. After all, I let,” he looks down at Gureum and finishes his sentence by gesturing to him and then you. You laugh.
And that’s when Siyeon seems to notice Gureum for the first time, eyes growing big at his sight like she has never seen a dog before. A chance.
“His name’s Gureum. You wanna-”
“Do you think we should go over there? See if he’s okay?”
And with that, Jungkook snaps. Yoongi is going to give him an earful for destroying his oh so precious equipment, but he can’t do this any longer with Jimin, Namjoon and Taehyung in his ear. So in one smooth movement, Jungkook digs out the earpiece and crushes it between his fingers, hiding it in his hand.
“Sorry, a fly, I think,” Jungkook says, swatting at his ear, and before you can think about it, he moves on. “Do you wanna pet Gureum, S- Is it okay if I call you Siyeon?”
Siyeon stares at Jungkook like he can’t believe he just asked her that. It’s probably the first time an adult has asked her for permission to call her by her name, and she seems to appreciate it immensely because she beams at him and gives him a huge nod.
“Okay, Siyeon, do you maybe wanna pet Gureum? He doesn’t bite, I promise.” Jungkook can feel your eyes on him. He’s doing it, charming you!
Siyeon turns to you.
“Can I-?”
You hum. “If Gureum is okay with it-”
Siyeon kneels down. “Hello, Mr Gureum. Sir, can I please pet you?”
Jungkook melts, and so do you.
Receiving no response from Gureum, Siyeon looks back up to you. Jungkook quickly takes his paw and waves. “Hello, Mrs Siyeon, if you promise not to hurt me, you can pet me. I like it especially if humans pet me at the back of my head. Just, please, be nice to me.”
In all of the years he has had Gureum, Jungkook has never tried to imagine what his voice would sound like, but he knows for a fact that he doesn’t sound like a chain smoker. It’s a questionable choice, but he doesn’t regret it. Because not only does it make Siyeon laugh, it also elicits a chuckle from you.
You look at him with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet, have I?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Jungkook says, and you two rise to your feet when Siyeon starts to pet Gureum and he doesn’t bite her.
“Well,” you stretch out your hand, “I’m Y/N.”
Jungkook swallows the ‘I know’ that wants to slip him and takes your hand. He has to stop himself from bursting with pride, only allowing his smile to grow into a blinding grin.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says, and he means it. It’s really nice to meet you. “I’m Jungkook.”
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love to hate you | jjk [v, preview]
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“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”
genre: fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU, angst, fluff, sexual themes (later chapters)
pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 50k (could be more since this is a series!)
warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, banter, swearing
a/n: hi finally posting smth love to hate you related after five months of nothing,, to make up for it, this teaser is a bit longer! please all go thank the wonderful, amazing and kind lira @koocycle ​for beta reading this!! without her, this wouldnt have happened !! to be added to the taglist, shoot me a message/ask! also, this is inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han!
coming sunday, july 25th 2021
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You hated yourself.
Not in a self-loathing and self-sabotaging manner. More in an annoyed and pissed off one. Because if you were maybe just a little meaner and stronger, you wouldn’t be in this situation. You wouldn’t be doing this. And by doing this, you meant standing outside Jungkook’s class, waiting for him, a paper bag pressed to your chest.
You were contemplating for the fifth time now whether or not it was too late to dip (whether or not this was a good idea has been long established. It wasn’t.) when the doors opened and students filtered into the hallway. 
The first person you recognised was Seokjin. He was swiping through his phone with one hand and pushing through his hair with the other, brows furrowed. If you were honest, you weren’t actually sure if Jungkook was in this class. He had mentioned it once before, you think at least. You could be dead wrong and have wasted your time. And so, just to be sure you hadn’t (and to not continue looking like a complete idiot, standing outside a class), you flagged down Seokjin. Or well, you tried to because, with his eyes set on his phone, he didn’t see you. Until he almost bumped into you.
“Oh, sorry- Y/N?”
“Uh, hi, Jin.” You put on a smile. It looked awkward, especially compared to Seokjin’s who seemingly didn’t know what awkward is, his smile so convincing he might as well just be shooting a commercial right now.
“Hey, it’s been a minute! How are you?” The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly. He put away his phone, giving you all of his attention.
“Good. I’m good. How about you?”
“Doing great too.” An awkward beat hung between you. He broke it in the end, of course. “Now, how can I help you?”
You cleared your throat and tucked a strand behind your ear. “Uh, this is weird, but Jeon is in this class too, right?”
And then Seokjin’s smile grew into a smirk. “Oh, is this a surprise for Kook? I see.” Before your cheeks could heat up in embarrassment, he continued. “That’s so cute! But yes, he is. He should be coming out just now. Do you want me to look for him?”
“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly assured him, the paper bag crinkling when you put up your hands. It caught his attention.
“What do you have there?”
Seokjin was already moving to look into it. Panicked, you pulled it away from him, pressing it close to your chest and hugging it like it was a treasure.
“Oh-”
“Sorry,” you smiled as well as you could, “it’s, uh, a secret. I-I can’t let you look.”
It didn’t click with you just how misleading all of this had to have seemed until you saw Seokjin try to bite away his laughter, his smirk causing your face to grow as hot as the sun.
“Stuff that he forgot?”
“No! God, no,” you stupidly stammered, trying to come up with an explanation, but your mind was wiped blank.
“Cabbage?”
You had been so caught up in your conversation with Seokjin, you had completely missed Jungkook walking up to you. You jumped at his appearance, heart dropping into your stomach.
“Hi!” you said a bit too enthusiastically, voice a few pitches too high. “You scared me there!”
Jungkook blinked at you, mouth wide open before twisting up into a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He looked between Seokjin and you. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh,” you started gesturing around, pointlessly. You couldn’t think straight, not with Seokjin smirking at you and Jungkook staring holes through you. “I, uh-”
You never finished your sentence, deflating in the end. 
“I’m gonna leave you two alone,” Seokjin announced after a second, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before sharing a look with you, his smirk never leaving his face. “It was nice talking to you, Y/N.”
“Yeah,” you breathed out, raising a hand to wave him goodbye. “It was nice, for sure.”
Jungkook raised a brow when he was gone. You could barely meet his gaze.
“What was that?”
“I-” You tried, but failed. Seeing that people were beginning to look your way, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand. “Uh, let’s go first.”
You didn’t need to say it for him to understand. Jungkook nodded and led the way, but not without peeking over his shoulder and giving you a grin. 
“My car?”
“Where else?”
Jungkook smiled at your response, agreeing with you under his breath before holding the doors open for you.
The walk to his car was relatively short. The moment you shut the car door, Jungkook turned to you, an annoyingly big smile on his lips.
“Don’t-”
“Can I just ask how happy that just made me? Seeing you waiting for me?”
The way Jungkook looked at you surprised you. Eyes bright and big, crinkled at the corners, cheeks bunched up, mouth split into a gigantic smile, nose wrinkling just the tiniest bit. It was all too precious; a sight that made your heart fumble in your chest in ways it shouldn’t.
He looked soft, gentle, kissable, loveable-
Wait, what? 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jungkook asked, tearing you out of your thoughts. He had a smirk on his lips, like he just read your mind and knew exactly what you had been thinking. 
“Uh, nothing. I’m not. I just-” You finished your sentence by waving your hand around in the air, a dismissive gesture. 
He raised a brow at you, his smug smirk growing with every second.
“You’re just, what?”
You bit on your tongue and shook your head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
“You sure-”
“Yes, of course!” The words shot out of you too fast and too loud. It made you cringe. 
You stared at the paper bag you were holding, and you wished you had just shoved it into his hands and ran away.
Jungkook looked at you. Discomfort was practically oozing off of you. So even though he wanted to dig the answer out of you, he dropped the topic, moving on smoothly. 
“Tell me,” he clapped his hands together, ridding the air of the awkwardness, “why were you waiting for me?”
You looked at him before turning back to the paper bag in your hands. You had been clutching it so tight it had wrinkled. Now that you could finally speak, you realised you hadn’t thought this through at all. You had been so focused on getting his class right and getting there in time, you hadn’t spent any time figuring out what you wanted to say.
Concluding there was no good way to start, you thrust the paper bag into Jungkook’s hands. 
“Oh, okay,” he breathed, surprised by your decision. With a chuckle, he looked inside. Your heart thumped a bit too heavy in your chest as you watched him dig through the bag, swallowing when he pulled it out.
For a second, Jungkook seemed confused, just staring at it. The lack of reaction scared you, had panic bubble up in you.
Rubbing your hands, you explained, “I’ve been kinda thinking about what we could, uh, dress up as and I came up with this. It’s a stupid idea. I just figured you might like it-”
“Like it?” Jungkook stared at you, mouth splitting into the biggest smile, genuine excitement gleaming in his eyes. “Are you kidding me? I love it!”
You blinked at him, thrown off guard by his sudden reaction. “Yeah?”
“Of course! I mean, look at it, cabbage!”
He showed you the costume like you didn’t order it, waving it around in the air. You should tease him for his eagerness, roll your eyes at him. But something about how stupidly excited Jungkook got over this—eyes scrunched up in crescent moons, sparkling like the stars—made you smile too. 
“Wait, if I’m gonna be,” he pointed at the costume, “are you gonna be-?”
Jungkook didn’t finish his question, almost like he thought if he said it out loud, you would scoff at him and deny it. You were tempted to tell him no to mess with him, but you couldn’t do it. Not when he was looking at you so hopeful, holding his breath in anticipation and nibbling on his bottom lip. 
“Yeah.”
And like you had told him the greatest news possible, Jungkook cheered. It was stupid really. You knew he was going to get excited, but you didn’t think he would get this excited. It was cute in a way. 
“Oh, I can’t wait for the party now!”
You could only hum in response, not quite sharing the same sentiment. He didn’t notice, too enthralled by the costume.
“How much do I owe you?” Jungkook suddenly asked you and was already pulling out his wallet, but you stopped him, shaking your head.
“No, it’s fine,” you told him. “I mean you’re already paying me... and for everything we do, I can also, you know.”
“That’s not what’s written in the contract,” he said, but happily put away his wallet. You hummed and shrugged. “Well, thank you then.”
And then, Jungkook turned his gaze to the costume in his hands again, staring at it like it was the most precious thing he had ever seen. The tiniest smile pulled on your lips as you watched him.
“You’re welcome.” 
It felt awkward for you to say that though. Because really, Jungkook had paid for the costume. With the amount he was depositing into your account weekly, anything you were buying now was paid by him. It felt wrong-
“Hey.”
You snapped your head around, surprised to see that Jungkook was no longer examining the costume but looking at you instead.
You quirked a brow and shifted in your seat. “What?”
And then, you watched his face break out into a smile, eyes staring down yours.
“Thank you.”
The smile he was giving you was soft and gentle, delicate. It made your heart skip a beat and your throat grow tight. You didn’t know how to react. An awkward silence filled the air, your lack of a response to be blamed. 
“Uh, yeah, sure thing,” you mumbled before turning away and dismissing him with a flick of your wrist.
“No, seriously-”
“It’s fine. I get it,” you chuckled nervously. Jungkook stared at you, the corners of his mouth twisting up in an amused smile. Before he could say anything, you announced, “I actually have to go now,” you were grabbing the car door already, “so I’ll, uh, see you around, or whatever.”
Jungkook opened his mouth to stop you, but you jumped out of his car and shut the door on him, hurrying away like you were running late to something. Just as you thought you could breathe again, you heard your name. 
Turning around, you were met with the sight of Jungkook jogging towards you, the car door wide open, abandoned, like he didn’t care if anyone got in right now and drove off. 
You frowned when he stopped in front of you. “What?”
Jungkook smiled at your puzzled state, his hands reaching for yours. You tensed, eyes growing wide, the urge to pull away building up in you. You resisted. People were looking.
“Uh, what are you doing?” you chuckled nervously.
Jungkook didn’t respond right away, taking a moment to look at you instead and take you all in. His smile widened. 
“I love you.”
He said the words just loud enough for you to hear. You stared at him with big eyes, heat crawling up your cheeks and reaching the tip of your ears. Your mind was wiped blank at his words. You cursed yourself. Why did you still get this flustered whenever he did this?
You opened your mouth to respond, but Jungkook shook his head and squeezed your hand.
“Don’t,” he told you, his smile growing bigger. “It’s fine. I just wanted you to know.”
And before you could even comprehend, tell him that he had told you this before, that you knew already, reprimand him because you had told him to stop telling you he loved you when he clearly didn’t, Jungkook leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Sorry,” he whispered, his smile breaking out into a grin. “I had to.”
Jungkook squeezed your hand one more time before completely pulling away and walking away, leaving you standing there, frozen, mind reeling, still trying and miserably failing to understand what had just happened.
What the fuck was that?
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You were in the middle of getting out your notebook in preparation for class when Jisoo found you and slipped into the seat next to you. 
“What did I hear about your boyfriend and you cuddling it up on campus and being all coupley and gross?”
You whipped your head around, the question leaving you speechless.
“What?”
She rolled her eyes at you. “Just fess up. Don’t play dumb-
“I-I’m not playing dumb,” you defended yourself, cheeks ablaze at the suggestion that Jungkook and you were being overly affectionate in public. “We didn’t do anything. I don’t know what you heard, but it’s not true.”
“So there was no kiss?”
“Kiss? No!” You paused, and she raised a brow. “I mean-” 
Jisoo gasped, her jaw falling wide open as if she had just caught you in a major lie. You were quick to stop her from making any suggestions, your glare silencing her.
“Stop, Ji! It’s not like that. You’re being ridiculous. You know I don’t like PDA,” you hissed.
“But you just said-”
“I didn’t say shit,” you said, looking at your hands as they pulled on the hem of your shirt. “I was just going to say that he kissed my forehead. Nothing more. It’s really not a big deal.”
Jisoo raised a brow and eyed you carefully. She stared at you before smirking. “Then why are you being so weird about it?”
“What? How am I being-”
“You’re avoiding looking at me and you’re playing with your shirt. Almost like you’re nervous,” Jisoo hummed, and you rolled your eyes at her.
“Who are you? Sherlock Holmes?” you huffed.
Jisoo snickered, clearly enjoying this a little too much. “Well, I’m glad to see you and your boyfriend doing well.”
“Of course, we’re doing well. What would make you think we aren’t?” You clicked your tongue and shook your head, as if the suggestion that things between Jungkook and you weren’t going so great was ridiculous, as if things were going on between him and you to begin with, as if this wasn’t all a ruse.
“I don’t know. We just realised we’ve never really seen you two kiss and stuff,” Jisoo pointed out and unpacked her stuff for the lesson, your professor slowly finishing setting everything up. 
You stared at her in surprise. You hadn’t thought that Jungkook and you not kissing each other would raise suspicion. 
“I mean, you know that I’m not overly affectionate,” you said, and Jisoo hummed.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” She shrugged. “But there was the occasional kiss when you were dating, uh, you know who.”
You blinked at her, hands flattening out against your thighs because Jisoo had a point. When you were dating him, you would share a kiss here or there with him in front of the others. God, shit. Maybe you had to break the contract.
Maybe you had to kiss Jungkook at one point.
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(he)art thief | jjk [ii, preview]
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“jungkook is charming, kind, smart, and funny. jungkook is the guy to fall in love with. he is perfect in every sense, except that he is also a member of a notorious heist group and only getting close to you to steal from you. but what does he do when he starts to fall for you? who does he choose? his brothers or you?
genre: heist! AU, thief! jungkook, art curator daughter! oc, ocean’s! AU, fluff, angst, sexual themes/implied smut (in later chapters)
pairing: jungkook x female reader
estimated word count: 35 to 40k
warnings: cursing/swearing, a bit of alcohol consumption
a/n: this is loosely based off the ocean’s film! to be added to the taglist, shoot me an ask/message! 
coming sunday, june 27th 2021  
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“You wanna get out of here?”
The question hangs in the air for a second, floats and floats, waiting to be taken and given an answer. But it doesn’t come. Jungkook never responds. He just takes your hand and drags you out.
You don’t try to be subtle at all when you sneak out, the two of you boldly pushing through the crowd. Neither of you care, laughter spilling from your lips as you run down the hallways and turn the corners, feet carrying you to the big front doors.
The air is warm when you step out, the streets still wet from the afternoon rain. The night sky is decorated with pretty stars, stars that you outshine easily. People look your way, brows raised, but you only have eyes for each other—everything else around you blurring into a haze. You run down the street, the sound of your steps drowned out by your laughter. 
Jungkook turns to you, hand tightening around yours. Your eyes are so bright and beautiful and full he thinks he can see the entire world in them. His heart is thumping in his chest, beating in his ears. 
Looking at you, he knows. 
This is what happiness feels like.
Jungkook knows this now. The thought scares him, but he doesn’t back away. He doesn’t drop your hand and run the opposite direction. Instead, he tightens his grip and runs faster with you. 
He can’t let this go.
Jungkook can’t let you go.
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