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1-800-seo · 4 years

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— 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿/𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍

— 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌: 2655

— 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋: 2

— 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 90'𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐.

Your joints crack as you sit up in bed, you stare at the poster covered wall as your eyes adjust to the morning light. Taehyung shifts on his mattress on the floor a few metres away. The sun streams into the room through the slats of the blinds, honey glow lighting up the room. Your back aches as you stretch out your worn muscles. Last night’s activities tired out both your brain and your body.

You pad over to the chunky computer over by the window and switch it on before searching the room for your leather jacket. It’s on the floor underneath Tae’s feet, likely because it was discarded in a hurry to get some sleep. You rummage through the pockets until you find a small folded piece of paper, an old receipt, with a phone number and email address written in neat handwriting.

Once the slow computer has booted up, you load up the internet. The familiar ear piercing dial up tone You scramble to turn the volume down but it’s too late. Taehyung had already stirred and you’d jumped out of your skin. It scared you so much you have goose bumps and almost fall off your chair in the process of finding the volume button on the monitor.

Taehyung slowly sits up on the mattress, cradling his pillow like his life depends on it. His hair is ruffled and eyes heavy.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles out, voice croaky and low with sleep. “Sorry TaeTae, I was trying to ring up the internet but forgot that we played games on it on Wednesday night and didn’t turn down the sound.”

Apologetically you squeeze his knee, hoping he’ll be able to go back to sleep. You don’t like an overtired best friend, especially when yours gets extra cranky like a toddler. Luckily he lies back down and pulls his blanket over his head, most likely blocking out the light. You turn back to the computer and boot up the email program.

You input the email written on the paper, hands shaking as you type. You weren’t used to this, the email read ‘[email protected]’, it made you hyper aware that this doesn’t happen every day.

You begin writing your email to him, as you did so thoughts of gratitude and sentiment welled up inside. You u had to thank him for his kindness, after all, he spared you from a concussion.

The email read: Dear Jeon Jungkook/JJK,

Thanks for everything last night, it’s greatly appreciated. Your show was radical, and I’m sorry I bummed so much of your time. Hope we can meet again soon.

Sincerely, a loyal fan of yours, ~ ________~

You finished typing up your message and read it and re-read it for any mistakes. You wanted it to be chatty and casual but not overly casual so as to look like you don’t care. You left it at that and hit send. The paper airplane emoticon bounced in the digital wind as your email was sent though code to Jungkook himself. You got back in bed and hoped for your heart to stop fluttering.

By the time you received an email in your inbox that wasn’t from a school friend or an advertisement, it was the following Wednesday. You were having your usual hang out with Taehyung when the computer pinged in the background of your chatter. You just ignored it since a ping on your computer is usually just your school friends gossiping about how they want you to set them up with Tae, and went back to your sewing session.

By sewing, you and Tae weren’t exactly doing cross stitch, you were sewing on patches to his back pack and your denim jacket. After you had finished that, that was when you checked your ivory coloured, cube shaped computer monitor and spotted the sender’s name: Jeon Jungkook/JJK.

Tae almost had a heart attack when he saw it with his own eyes. To double check he brushed his fringe out of them. He grabbed you by the shoulder, and shook you back and forth. “Don’t tell me that’s the JJK! Are you serious?!” He exclaimed as he rocked your brain in your skull.

“I mean I think so, I emailed him on Saturday morning.” You scanned your brain for any reason why it wouldn’t be the real him, maybe a scam?

“Open it quick!” Taehyung jumped on the computer, spamming the enter button repeatedly. The email took its time opening, the loading bar going up bit by bit. Too slow for Taehyung’s liking. A few “come on, come on!”’s later and it popped on the screen in all its anticipated glory.

It read: dear ______, im glad to hear that youre ok. dont worry about ‘wasting my time’, you made a normal day exciting, and i cant thank you enough for that, doll. hopefully we can meet up some time? id like to invite you and your friend to my next scheduled show, don’t stress about travel, ill sort it, it’d just be nice to see you again and catch a bite to eat before the show. i want to see your pretty face again, angel. let me know asap.

yours truly - jjk.

As soon as you read the email, you shook with excitement and screamed. Taehyung had wide eyes and his mouth agape. “No. Freaking. Way.” He gasped, completely in shock.

“How did this happen to me? This is a dream, right?” You shake your head as to clear a non existent sleepy fog that could be making you hallucinate.

You look back at the monitor; the email is still there. “This can’t be real?!” You exclaim, turning to Taehyung on your swizzle chair, wide eyed.

“It has to be? This is a real email, it has his email address right there!” He pokes the screen at the point of mention. “It all seems legitimate?” You ponder, searching the screen any tell tale signs of a scam.

“I hope it’s not too good to be true... I want to be your future children’s godfather.” Taehyung said with a giggle, covering his bashful smile.

“You have to be kidding me, as much as I’d like to have his children, we’ve only met once!” You blush, cheeks going warm.

After all the fangirling, you decide to sort out the arrangements of your next meet-up, and exchange more heart fluttering emails as you smooth out the plans. A few emails later and the plans end up being that you’ll start the evening with catching something to eat on the boardwalk and then you’ll go to the venue for his next concert, meet Taehyung there, chill out in the green room, and then watch the show from front row seats.

The whole plan was unreal to you, unrealistic at its simplest, but you were excited nonetheless. The day came around sooner than expected and soon enough you were picking out the perfect date outfit with your best friend, as well as wondering whether to do pre-game shots to steady your nerves.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this plan, TaeTae?” You ask hesitantly, staring into the mirror and meeting eyes with him across the room.

“Of course I am, I’m just happy I get to see my favourite artist again in concert; never mind be wingman for my favourite girl. It’s extra special when those two events align though.”

Boxy grin on his face, he looks at the ground. “You’re the best, honey bear.” You say and pull him into a befitting bear hug.

“I’ve not heard that name in a while.” He chuckles under his breath and places a firm kiss on the top of your head.

“I know your mum used to call you that when we were little so I thought it fit you; my big honey bear, intimidating to others but so sweet to me.”

You release him from the hug and share a look that holds the bond of a years long friendship. “Right, what’re you going to wear then?” “Shall we coordinate outfits?” Tae asked picking out a camouflage bandana. “You could wear your camo print pants, and I’ll wear this?” He wraps the bandana round his head and fluffs his long dark wavy hair. His change of conversation kickstarts you back into the present reality. After that, you pick out a black sleeveless crop top to go with his advised pants, layered necklaces/chokers, and boots and put them on after you’ve adorned your pants with metallic dangling chains. Once you’re in your grunge get up, you shove your across the shoulder bum bag with any essential item you might need, such as lipstick, tampons, money, etc. and sling it over your back like a quiver. If you need it you’ll have to turn it round but it’s for the aesthetic so you ignore the inconvenience it creates.

A few hours later and you’re driving down the Cali roads in Taehyung’s 60’s Triumph TR6 with the wind in your hair and nirvana blasting on tape. Miles and miles of beach zoom by until you reach the board walk and you don’t stop until you reach the high end sea restaurants built to feed tourists.

Taehyung pulls up by the entrance and lets you out. He looks stunning in the golden sunlight, dark hair glowing amber in the rays. “Don’t have too much fun.” He lifts up his sun glasses before sending you a wink, saluting you goodbye, and driving away.

“See you at 8pm!” You shout over the roaring exhaust. He never turns around but raises a hand in a wave of acknowledgement as he drives away.

You step in to the restaurant to be met with the smell of sea salt and braised steaks. You scan the tables for a familiar face until you see a hand waving over the sides of a booth in the corner.

“Didn’t expect to be seeing you here.” You say coyly, sliding into the booth opposite him.

“Well, you know, I was just waiting for a beautiful girl, but I think I’ve found one who’s more to die for than the desserts here.” He pushes a lock of hair out of his eyes, it has a slight curl to it, even more prominent now that it isn’t as sweaty as when it’s most commonly seen.

“Oh, and who might that be?” You fold your legs and place your hands underneath your chin, looking into his eyes with a smile.

“I believe it’s you, babycakes.” A flush forms on your cheeks and he winks at you.

“So what do you fancy eating tonight? I think I have my eye on something...” He fully takes in your outfit, but you’re not sure his eyes are only on your outfit, maybe this croptop was a good idea after all.

“I don’t know, can you recommend anything? I like things that are creamy.” You reply, batting your eyelashes, feigning innocence.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to whip up something delicious for you, darling.” A waiter comes and starts their opening spiel, this sends fits of giggles through you both.

A date full of getting to know each other, flirty comments, and general adoration for each other later, your cheeks were hurting because of how much smiling you had been doing. JK was so charismatic it hurt.

Soon dinner was over and it was time to make your way over to the venue. Hand in hand you stroll across the board walk to get there. The way the sunlight hits the waves is enchanting and you find yourself stopping to gaze into the bay.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks whilst resting his hand on the boardwalk railings.

“Everything, nothing... I just keep thinking about how surreal this is, I feel like I’m in a dream. Partially because I’m in the presence of a super gorgeous singer and partially because said singer asked to spend time with me and now I’m on a date with them. If that doesn’t sound like a dream, I don’t know what does.”

You laugh and cover your face. Suddenly you feel two warm hands on yours, peeling them back from your face. When you open your eyes you are met with Jungkook’s emoting doe eyes looking back at you.

“I completely understand, I have felt the same before, like reality isn’t the same, or like I’m dreaming; but we’re here now, we’re present, you’re here with me and it’s real.”

He pulls you into a hug, his arms enveloping your body. Most people would feel uncomfortable, especially since you just met Jungkook, however here with him on the boardwalk, in the setting sun, you feel safe. You feel like you are where you’re supposed to be. You stand there hugging him on the boardwalk for what feels like a long time, and then you pull away and grab his hand, continuing the journey once more.

“Thank you Jungkook, that was so comforting, I can’t imagine you’ve been in a similar situation but I really am grateful for being here in your company. Can I ask, when have you felt like this?” You feel his thumb rub small circles into your skin, such a soothing notion.

“I don’t know, from time to time... I guess it’s just the perils of the job. Don’t get me wrong, I love this, it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, but their is just some days where I really do feel disconnected. Show after show, blurring face after face, I’m on a high when I’m on stage but when I come down, I come down, if you know what I mean?” You notice his gaze is on the cracked sun bleached wood of the boardwalk.

“I get that. It must be hard every night to go from having the time of your life, to go back to normalcy once your feet touch backstage. I get that you’re just a normal guy who feels like a normal guy, but when people treat you like a god, it can’t sit right, can it?”

“Yeah, it’s like when I’m up there I’m deified but when I’m at home I’m the farthest thing from likeable.” He’s looking up, eyes turned towards the sky now, you wonder whether he’s doing this to stave off the tears.

“Jungkook, I know I haven’t known you long, but I can guarantee that when the lights are off and you’re home in your pyjamas, you’re just as likeable as the guy with the heavenly voice on the stage. I’m not saying this as a fan, I’m saying this as someone who wants to get to know you better, to see you when you’re not on stage, when you think you’re unlikeable, and to be able to tell you all the reasons why you’re so so likeable and worth so much more than you realise. No one is worthy of being deified, but you are certainly worthy of feeling loved.” You squeeze his hand tight in your palm to reassure him.

“Would you be the one to love me?” He turns to you and looks you in your shocked eyes. His are softened and tear filled. “I am not adverse to that... however could I maybe get to know you a little better first?” you say back, as lovely as this boy is, and no matter how much you wanted to love him, you couldn’t really say that yet.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so stupid, sorry for that, why would I ask that on the first date? What the hell? But also yes yes that’d be amazing. I’m so sorry though.” His cheeks flush and you can tell a mile off that he’s flustered, he’s still cute though. You giggle in return, “You’re too cute.”

And so you continue along the board walk, hands clasped together, you both make your way to his next show.

𖣔 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𖣔

𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽!

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letholojimin · 6 years

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HOUR 8 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 8

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,475

Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 7 | HOUR 9 | MASTERLIST

“Hey Y/N!” Someone from the front yells, calling your attention. You snap your head up to see who’s calling you.

“Someone’s waiting for you outside.”

The rest of your weekend passed by rather quickly, with no other exceptionally uncommon things happening. You go through the same routine every Saturday and Sunday after all and nothing’s ever different. Jungkook doesn’t text you at all either, but then again Friday itself was pretty overwhelming. When Monday comes though, you find yourself in a panicky state because you’re actually going to see Jungkook again, only this time around he’s practically kissed you and touched you in ways nobody ever has before. There are so many- too many questions running through your mind. What is he going to be like around other people now that you’ve acknowledged his existence more? How is he going to treat you and is he going to act like you don’t exist? You surely hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

You weren’t about to lie to yourself either. If by any chance, you’d be the one who’d see him before he saw you, you might turn the other way. Avoidance was definitely never a good option unless you were stuck in petty fights but that was a completely different scenario. Jungkook may have opened up to you about the truth behind the image and reputation he and his group set for themselves while the two of you were alone but now you were back with hundreds of other students who believed so much in the social statuses they had in school. in the end, it was all about who hung out with who and what everyone did after class. Grades played a part since all of you did go to school to study, but ironically it wasn’t as important as all the other things like clubs, friends, parties, etc.

You were fucking worried- that’s for sure. But Jungkook wasn’t your classmate for homeroom which meant you didn’t have to expect to see him unless you’re in the same hallway which is bound to happen since you guys are in the same year after all. You just had to pray for luck and the essence of timing- to be in the right places at the right times.

Your clothes are a bit nicer than usual today. You took a bit longer to dress up and to fix your hair but other than that, it was only a subtle change to your everyday look. Only your closest friends would probably notice but there’s a little spark of hope in you wishing he would notice too. As long as he thinks it’s not for him though- that would be embarrassing as hell.

You manage to make it through the pre class period without seeing his face. Not that you’d complain though. At this point you have pretty much accepted that you’re a conflicted mess who doesn’t know what she feels. You’re scared to know what will happen if you finally get to interact with him but you’re also so curious you feel like you’re going to die. The classes roll by slowly since you watch the clock tick for minutes at a time but that is only because everything they’re teaching you is something you already know since you spend time actually preparing for lectures. It makes them boring, sure, but you don’t have to worry about getting shamed in front of your class for not knowing shit.

It’s only when the bell for recess rings that you get snapped back into the reality that is your life. You pack up your stuff and you get up from your seat, ready to get out of the classroom. You usually look for your friends in their own rooms but today, seems a little bit different because there’s someone looking for you outside. “Hey Y/N!” Someone from the front yells, calling your attention. You snap your head up to see who’s calling you. “Someone’s waiting for you outside.” Your classmate smirks, raising an eyebrow as she says this. With no more words uttered, she walks out and you walk towards the door.

You taken one step out before someone calls your name, and you recognize the voice immediately. He pushes his body off the wall and smiles at you, and your breath hitches in your throat. He looks good- he always does, but for some reason the way you view him changes since you’ve never actually given him a second glance or done a double take on him before.

His smile is contagious and soon, you find yourself doing the same. By this point, he’s made his way over to you in short strides and you greet him. You expected the first encounter of yours to be a bit uncomfortable at the least but then you remember that he’s not one to ever make you feel awkward. The past Friday night told you that when it’s him, you don’t feel that at all. It’s really just that you overthink too much sometimes.

He refuses to say hello to you in a casual way but instead he wraps his arms around your torso, engulfing your body in a hug you didn’t expect. You reciprocate, happy that he’s not afraid to at least show that you guys know each other to the other people passing by you guys. You don’t notice how some stop and stare because you’re too busy inhaling his scent and sharing body heat that you forget that he’s Jeon Jungkook after all- star player of the football team, the most sought-after boy in your year and part of the BTS group.

He lets go earlier than you’d like but you figure you’ve been standing there for quite some time since the hallway is starting to clear out. You separate from each other and his fingertips graze against your forearm ever so lightly before they end up finding your hand. He interlocks your fingers shamelessly then the two of you begin walking down the corridor in the direction cafeteria you spent your first hour in. That was the time he decided he could trust you with his thoughts and the time you decided there was so much more to him that what meets the eye.

Your face is burning, that’s for sure but he walks around nonchalantly and you spend your recess together. Your friends cross your mind but you’re too busy spending time with him that you conclude that they’ll let you off the hook this time. They better.

You finally eat legal cafeteria food or in other words, cafeteria food that you guys didn’t steal. You take a seat near the place you sat together when the place was isolated, sitting in front of each other. “How was your weekend?” He asks, starting off with a basic question which always keeps the conversation going. “Oh, you know,” You start off. “I was stuck in here with this guy for the entirety of Friday night, just the usual.” With this, he laughs lightly and you ask him the same question.

“Same.” He sucks in a breath and leans forward, placing his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. He’s staring directly at you and you’re sure his eyes are piercing straight into your soul. “I was just stuck with this gorgeous girl...” He bites his lip as he speaks his next words. “who I also just so happened to fuck with my fingers.”

He smiles mischievously, knowing the effect his words had on you. You were worried if anyone had heard that but since nobody seemed to be turning their heads that much, you felt you were safe. It doesn’t change the fact that you were absolutely flustered beyond belief though, and he knows that too well, seeing the light pink painting your cheeks. That’s one of his favorite things about you- how you’re so easy to rattle and how you react to his words so well.

“Jungkook!” You shout, hitting him on the arm lightly. If people weren’t already looking at you every once in a while from the rather new pairing in the cafe, they were definitely looking at you now. You don’t care though and he just seems to smile smugly. “Easy princess, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it too...”

“Say another word and you’re dead.” You threaten and he laughs, dropping the topic. You both get up from your seats and gather your trash, disposing of it. It’s only when you reach your locker when he leans against the one beside it (the clichest fuckboy move to ever exist) and speaks as you gather your stuff.

“Do you have any plans this Friday?” He asks, and since your locker is covering him, you fail to see how nervous he actually is to ask that question. “Yeah, why?”

“Good, I’m taking you out. I’ll text you.”

He walks away and for the enth time, he takes away your breath and leaves you speechless.

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