Art of the Soul
pairing; artist!jungkook x model!reader ft. DJ!yoongi
genre; angst, fluff, smut, f2l, artist au
warnings; y’all the angst is real in this one, slow burn(?), sexual tension, non-explicit implied smut, cursing, jealousy, infidelity, koo is extremely introvert except with reader, and reader is very outgoing and social which will cause some petty arguments, reader is also a major flirt in this one but she means well…mostly
rating; 18+
w/c; 11,758
a/n; this concept came to me from an artist koo compilation on YouTube that had me daydreaming on some “what if’s”. more specifically, ‘what if Jungkook used your body as a canvas’ and it was really soft and cute and then I realized I needed this in my life and maybe you do too so here you go! ps - the gif will make more sense at the end. I’m so sorry. 🫠 like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated! tysm <3
Read Part Two {Here}
He walked towards you with the backdrop of flashing lights from the countless amounts of paparazzi that flanked him. If it wasn’t for the security that also adorned his sides at a healthy distance, they would’ve swarmed him by now. His name was being yelled like some kind of mantra within the enclosed space, all vying to get even a second of his attention in order to get their ‘money shot’.
He would bow politely, and shoot heart signs with his hand, but unfortunately for them, that’s all he would be willing to give today. His attire alone shielding his face, all that was showing was his wide, doe, eyes. The black face mask covered his bunny toothed grin, and the matching black baseball cap successfully hid his newfound haircut he recently debuted during one of his art shows. His full body, black ensemble from his head, down to his toes, gracefully glided over to you with open arms. The action making the mantra of Jungkook’s name, now switch to yours upon seeing your figure wrapped up in his.
“Y/N! Y/N! LOOK OVER HERE!”
Paparazzi, reporters, and fans alike all screamed your ‘ship’ name in fervor. Hearing the cheesy name made you snort in Jungkook’s ear. His own chest rumbled beneath you both at your rather unladylike snort, and the equally as cringey name that also graced his ears. Pulling down your own mask, you decided to give the people what they wanted and leaned up to kiss Jungkook on his still face mask covered lips, the only reason you chose that spot. If it was uncovered, you would’ve opted for his cheek instead, knowing to actually kiss him on the lips would be crossing the line, but cloth covered was just playful and cheeky.
They ate it up just like you thought they would. A few paparazzi instantly departing in order to get the opportunity to upload the shot first for the world to see and to get the most money. Jungkook gave you the stink eye, but just shook his head in mock surrender, used to your spontaneous acts of affection over the years of knowing you. Pulling away from his hold, his large hand slid down your arm to engulf your small one in his to lead you safely through the airport to the unmarked, tinted, black SUV, that would serve as your saving grace from the barrage of people.
Once inside, you both waved for a few moments more as security closed the door behind you. The one action alone making the enclosed space get enveloped in a blanket of silence. The only sound to be heard was the soft singing that came from the radio in the front, and the faded, muffled, yells from the crowd surrounding your car as you departed. Taking off your masks simultaneously, you faced Jungkook as best you could within the confines of your seatbelt with a shit eating grin.
“You’re so annoying, y/n.” His rolled his eyes at you playfully, earning a middle finger from both of your newly manicured hands in retaliation.
“You know you love me, kookie.” You winked at him with a sideways ‘v’ being held up over your eye, before asking him the dreaded question.
“How did it go in London? Were you able to see her?” You asked the question with an underlying tone of sincerity and minor disgust. Your whole body inwardly cringing in on itself at the indirect mention of her, Jungkook’s on and off again girlfriend of nearly a whole year, Isla.
Someone who you regretted ever introducing him to unintentionally at one of the London fashion shows you participated in alongside her, him coming to wish you well before the show started with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She happened to be in line with walking after you on the runway, so she was waiting patiently behind you when he walked up to you. His eyes flickering behind you in her direction with his cheeks painted a pink hue that wasn’t there a second ago, is all the hint you needed to step aside and introduce the pair to their annoying, toxic, soon to be tragic, love story. And your fated, unreciprocated, one-sided, utterly friend zoned relationship with the male.
It was sickening the amount of times he would call you at four in the morning to go on yet another anger induced rant over why either she or him broke it off for the millionth time that month. You would then be forced to wait patiently for him to finish before monotonously telling him the same phrase you always did as a half assed attempt of consoling him over the matter, ‘you’ll get through this, you always do’, even though you already knew that by the time you woke up alone in your California king sized bed the next morning you would find a short text from Jungkook saying ‘we’re back together’. And the toxic cycle would continue, each time digging the metaphorical knife into your already bloody and scarred heart. The same heart that would woefully hope that the reason for their next break up would be because he came to the sudden epiphany of being in love with you, not her.
It never happened. And it never will happen.
You came to your own conclusion five break ups ago when he FaceTimed you the next day and showed you an engagement ring he had custom made for her. A fucking ring. He mistook the tears in your eyes as ones of happiness for them, when in actuality, you were inwardly letting go of all your feelings you held pent up inside over him. It was in that heartbreaking moment you realized you were done. And you moved on, or tried too.
Jungkook manspreaded all over his side of the car, leaning back into the car seat from exhaustion and jet lag. He tilted the bill of his cap down over his face before giving you a muffled reply.
“We broke up, then had make up sex. So, I guess we’re still together?” His muffled voice sounded more confused with his own words than confident. Flicking his cap back up yourself with your finger, you gave him a look. He let out a loud sigh, not wanting to hear your snide remarks about his relationship. He was well aware it wasn’t a good one. Instead, he tried changing the subject of relationships over to your recently changed status he only found out through the inflight news on the flight back.
“It’s always about Isla and I, but what about you, y/n?” He waggled his eyebrows at you before continuing, “How is your love life, huh? You’re with….what’s his name?” He feigned being in thought, then snapped his fingers in mock enlightenment. “Ah, yes! Min Yoongi.”
*******
It wasn’t easy. In fact, it was difficult for you to let down your walls enough to even humor the opposite sex with flirtatious comments and banter. Let alone to accept a date and the later offer of a ‘good time’ at their place of stay, cause you never wanted them to know where you lived. Having dealt with a stalker before, you didn’t want to go through the same traumatizing situation again.
It wasn’t until you crossed paths with Min Yoongi did your walls completely break down. You met him from an after party. He was the DJ for the evening, and having an affinity and admiration for all things music, you always made sure to greet the DJ’s and give a heartfelt thank you for their complex, amazing, work. Normally, all conversations would end there, but there was a certain aura that Yoongi exuded. It made you want to learn more.
He apparently felt the same pull as you did, and extended an invitation for you to tour his studio. You agreed, and after he wrapped up his show, you both left separately to his studio in order to avoid any unwanted attention. Upon your arrival, you found it was a modest, yet equally as intimate studio that connected to his modern style home.
What really sealed the deal for you was the overwhelming patience and kindness that he had for you. It didn’t matter if you were talking a mile a minute, where your focus would easily switch from one topic to another due to your excitement, he still made sure to be the ever perfect gentleman. And not once did he lay a hand on you, or try to attempt anything with you further than conversation. No sly suggestions, no racy comments, and no ulterior motives laced his words or actions the entire time. You didn’t think men like him still even existed in this world, but he proved you wrong.
After that fateful encounter, you made sure to exchange numbers. At first, it was just simple texts asking how the day was going, or if either of you had an upcoming project you were excited about and wanted to share. It was all strictly, friendly. The flirting didn’t start until after the first candid photos of you two taking a night stroll through a park after dinner, ignited the rather cheeky side of you to come out. You texted him the day after once you saw the story had dropped online, having been tagged in it various times on multiple social media accounts.
Good thing they didn’t capture us at a weird angle when I was leaning up to fix your scarf. They probably would’ve edited it to look like we were kissing. LOL. 🤪
Agust D 💦: Would that have been so bad though? If they did catch us kissing?
Too busy fixing your morning coffee for the day, you didn’t get a chance to look at his text until after you were comfortably seated on your loveseat sofa in your living room. You just took a swig of your liquid crack, when you effectively spit it right back out with wide eyes when you did finally read his reply. Holy shit. Was he being serious right now? Typing back a cautious reply, you tried to keep a playful tone, incase he was joking and just didn’t express it through text cause that’s how he was, not being one to use emojis all that often like you.
I mean, it wouldn’t necessarily be bad. I could only imagine the amount of fans that would bombard my socials with death threats, but I would be able to handle them if it meant being with you. Hahahaha. 🤭
Having sent out the first part, you immediately went to type a ‘jk’, but before you could, he replied back. Looking at his reply, you had to reread it multiple times, not truly believing what he just said. The school girl squeal coming out of your mouth as if you were suddenly back in grade school and your crush just admitted they liked you.
Agust D 💦: In fear that I may have misinterpreted previous gestures as you just being friendly, please just ignore this text all together and send me that skull emoji because I will effectively be dead from embarrassment. Otherwise, on the slim chance that you may just like me as much as I like you, I propose we try this whole kissing, hand holding, exclusive, societal term of dating and become boyfriend/girlfriend.
I both just spat out my coffee and squealed like a fucking school girl, so safe to say, that yes, I second your proposal and even go so far as to raise your brilliant suggestion with another hell-motherfucking-yes, Min Yoongi. I would love to be your girlfriend. If only for societal appeasement. Lol jk. But no, seriously, I’m so happy rn. Please tell me I’ll be able to kiss your cute face soon. 🥹
Agust D 💦 : And if you could hear my extreme exhale of relief, you wouldn’t feel as bad. It’s an honor to have you as a girlfriend, y/n. And I’ll be back in town tomorrow evening. Would you like to have dinner? I can cook your favorite meal at my place if you don’t feel like going out in public.
Another reason you fell so hard for the man? On top of being considerate of your feelings? Min Yoongi was an amazing chef. There is nothing that he could cook for you that won’t have you salivating in anticipation of taking the first bite. Or prevent the shameless moans that would emit from your mouth upon savoring the rich flavor it never ceased to have.
He was basically the whole fucking package.
And he was yours. How? You’ll never know.
It wasn’t until you got an incoming call from Jungkook to remind you to pick him up at the airport tomorrow, did you realize there may be a slight change in plans with your now boyfriend. You only hoped that he wouldn’t mind the sudden intrusion, him already well aware how close you and Jungkook are, but he knows you’re just friends and doesn’t feel threatened by him. Another breath of fresh air that had you swooning over Yoongi even more, cause just like you thought, he didn’t mind the extra company. He even went so far as to ask you what Jungkook’s favorite meal was, so he could make it for him.
You wanted to cry from how sweet and thoughtful and selfless he was. You truly didn’t deserve him. But you’ll try your damndest to be worthy of his affection.
*******
Which led you to where you are now, Jungkook being none the wiser.
You chuckled nervously at him, one that had his brows raising into his hairline from the sudden change in your usually confident personality. Yet he waited for you to spit out whatever it was that you were holding in, him crossing his arms over his chest, still in his lax position.
“Yeah, about that…,” you trailed off with a sheepish smile before word vomiting the rest, “We’re actually headed over to Yoongi’s place now to have dinner and it’s going to be our first time together being boyfriend and girlfriend so you’ll be there to witness it, yay!” You threw your hands up in a ‘surprise’ gesture, waiting for him to say something. Anything.
He gave you a blank stare as if still processing the words that just flew out of your mouth at the speed of light, his still sleepy and jet lagged brain fighting to keep up with the new time zone.
“Excuse me, what?” He stated, voice emotionless.
It had you questioning if you shouldn’t just cancel the dinner plans with Yoongi and avoid a potentially awkward situation. But then you thought back to the many times you had to play the third wheel in Jungkook and Isla’s dates when they first started talking, and all the silent cringing and gagging you did while watching them flirt with each other shamelessly in public as if you weren’t even there.
Sitting up straighter, you felt more confident in your decision.
“Yoongi invited me over to dinner tonight, and it’ll be our first time being together as more than just friends, since we’re dating now. You’re welcome to come if you’d like, or I can have my driver drop you off at home. The choice is yours.” You reiterated your last statement, but at a normal pace.
He grunted to himself as his eyes closed, head tilting back against the headrest. For a minute, you didn’t even expect him to reply back to you, or if he did, just to say no and laugh at you like you’re crazy for even suggesting such a thing. However, to your surprise, he said quite the opposite.
“Sure.” He shrugged his shoulders as best he could in the position he was in. Not wanting to reopen his eyes, he tilted the bill of the baseball cap back over his eyes and gave you the ‘ok’ signal with one hand he set free from his previous crossed arms. Then, you could only assume, he fell asleep. Cause he just stopped talking with you after that.
Knowing it was going to be a long ride, you texted Yoongi of Jungkook’s surefire attendance to notify him ahead of time incase he needed to prep anything beforehand. Ironically, he gave you the same ‘ok’ symbol, but this time through text.
Making yourself comfortable, you wrapped your jacket tighter around you and leaned your own head back to get some rest for tonight. You were going to need it.
*******
You expected Yoongi to greet you at the door like he normally does, yet this time, it was his housekeeper, Mrs. Yang, that greeted you and a half asleep Jungkook.
“Mrs. Yang! What a surprise. Is Yoongi okay?” You questioned her, worried.
Opening the door wider she gestured you both inside to get out of the cold of autumn. Walking inside, you both switched your shoes out for house slippers and hung your coats up on the rack that was conveniently next to the door. Once the door was shut behind you both, did Mrs. Yang reply.
“Yoongi is fine, dear. He’s just finishing up in the kitchen. He said you’re more than welcome to join him in there, or I can take you to where you’ll be dining this evening. Which would you prefer?” She explained and asked you politely, hands clasped in front of her like usual.
“In the kitchen–,” you said.
“In the dining–,” Jungkook echoed at the same time.
Both of you stared at each other, having a silent, yet intense conversation with your eyes. You wanted to see Yoongi as soon as possible, and you loved watching him work in the kitchen, it was one of your favorite things to do. But of course, Jungkook being ever the introvert, would want to just immediately hide away and avoid meeting Yoongi as long as possible. You loved Jungkook, but sometimes his personality could prevent you from doing stuff that you wanted to do. Like now.
Letting out a quiet sigh of defeat, you looked at Jungkook, giving him a mini glare. His eyes crinkled as he gave you a small smirk, knowing that he won the silent battle. You turned your attention back to Mrs. Yang, who was still patiently waiting for your definite answer.
“We can wait for Yoongi inside the dining room, if that’s okay, Mrs. Yang.” You gave her a small smile, one she returned in full as she bowed at you both before gesturing you guys to follow her down the hall towards the dining room.
While she was walking ahead with her back towards you both, you took the opportunity to slap your hand rather harshly against Jungkook’s chest, making him wince and mouth a ‘what the fuck’ at you, now rubbing the sore spot with his hand. All you did was point your finger at him with a look that could kill. He rolled his eyes at you before reaching out to pinch your lovehandle in retaliation. His action making you jump a little, gaining the attention of Mrs. Yang enough for her to glance back at you both while still leading you. Both of you straightened up immediately upon her stare and gave fake smiles.
Arriving at the dining room, it was already set up with an expensive looking dish set for three people, various appetizers already littered the table. You can even see some of your favorites, which had you smiling lovingly at the spread, an action Jungkook didn’t fail to notice, making him inwardly gag at your lovesick look. Jungkook stepped up to the table first, cutting you off. You gave him a look of confusion.
He pulled your chair out, and nodded his head at you to sit down, which you did, cautiously, still giving him a weird look. In all the 6 years of knowing him, he’s not once pulled your chair out for you. Interesting. Eyeing him warily, he sat down across from you, taking up the second set of dishes that were laid out, the only one left was at the head table, where you presumed Yoongi would sit, since it was his house and all.
Mrs. Yang poured you both a fresh glass of water before asking if you’d like any wine. You refused politely, and Jungkook agreed to a red wine, which she also poured for him after fetching it from his wine cellar. Once you were both situated and comfortable, did she take her leave, saying that Yoongi should be arriving shortly with the rest of the food and she was going to leave for the rest of the evening. Jungkook and you half bowed in your seated position at her and gave thanks for her hospitality. She bowed politely back with a smile and left, the front door opening and closing shortly after. It wasn’t until the door shut, did your boyfriend make his appearance.
Holding a rather large tray in his hands, he carefully walked towards the table to set it just as delicately in the free space located conveniently in the middle of the table where you could all easily reach it. Your eyes widened at the plethora of food, both of your favorites and Jungkook’s. It made you smile at him with glee, clapping lightly in thanks. Yoongi chuckled at your actions, and gave a mock bow. Jungkook just stared at the delicious looking food with a ravenous look, before collecting himself enough to both comment and greet Yoongi in his usual fashion of a introvert.
“Hey, I’m Jungkook. The food looks amazing. May I?” He looked at Yoongi for approval, hands already reaching out with chopsticks and a bowl to grab his favorite, ramyeon. Yoongi nodded his head with a smile and greeting of his own, still standing.
“Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m Min Yoongi, but please, call me Yoongi. And by all means, dig in, it was made for you specifically.”
His attention turned to you as Jungkook started to inhale his noodles. A quiet moan could be heard from the male across from you, one you knew all too well, having made your own to Yoongi’s food countless times. You could tell, he was in heaven.
Yoongi’s eyes gave a look of confusion, but not necessarily at you.
“Why are you sitting there, y/n?”
Now it was your turn to give him a look.
“What?”
Standing behind the head table chair, he pulled it out, before taking a stand behind yours and gently scooting it back. Maneuvering to your side, he held out his hand for you to take, which you did, still not understanding what was wrong with your seat. Yoongi guided you the few short steps to the head of the table, waiting for you to sit down. Once you were, he gently pushed your chair in, then resumed to occupy your previous seat. Switching out your glasses for you, he made sure your set up was complete before taking your hand in his with a smile.
“You were meant to sit there, Mrs. Yang must have forgot. I thought it would make more sense if you were between the both of us, in case Jungkook feels more comfortable being next to you.” He explained his reasoning, once again making your heart swell with joy due to his natural, caring nature.
Jungkook was listening, but still eating, so he didn’t comment. Not that he exactly wanted too in the first place. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he was grateful for the seating change. He did feel better with you closer. Unfortunately for Jungkook, it seems like Yoongi was interested in getting to know his girlfriend’s best friend.
Yoongi took a bite of his food and swallowed before shifting his line of sight to Jungkook. Observing the male in front of him, he realized he was younger than expected. All the stories you told of Jungkook made him seem older, especially from all the various accomplishments he’s already made due to his art. Having looked up his artwork already, he opted not too look up any personal info, wanting to get it directly from the male himself. And the only thing you did tell him, was that he was engaged, which was also public knowledge at this point, so it’s not like you were divulging any secrets.
“I hear a congrats is in order.”
Not realizing that Yoongi was directing the statement to Jungkook, the oblivious male continued to shovel various other food in his mouth. Kicking Jungkook under the table with your foot is what made Jungkook snap his head up at you with a mouthful of food before swallowing loudly and glaring at you.
You steeled your own gaze at him with a tight smile on your face and tilted your head towards your boyfriend.
“Yoongi is talking to you Jungkook, don’t be rude.” You started off calm before your voice became more sharp at the end. Jungkook only stared harder at you before relenting his head to look at Yoongi and finally acknowledge him.
With a tight, bunny toothed, grin, he asked Yoongi to repeat his question. He managed to sound genuinely sorry so you’ll give him points for his on the spot acting. And then scold him later. Hearing Yoongi for the second time, he was able to give a genuine smile to your boyfriend before replying.
“Yeah! I asked my girl to marry me recently, she said yes. Thank you!” He looked happy when he said it, as he should, but you couldn’t help but feel some type of way about it. You chalked it up to the few sips of Yoongi’s wine that you stole for making your emotions go all over the place. Jungkook continued speaking, much to your surprise.
“Did you know that it was y/n that introduced us?” He nodded his head in your direction for emphasis, making you let out a small laugh to confirm his statement. How could you forget? It used to be one of the worst days of your life, after all.
“Yes. She did mention that she introduced you two, but didn’t tell me the full story. Would you mind..?” He trailed off with a smile, waving his hand at Jungkook in a silent way of telling him to reveal the whole story. Unfortunately for you, he was more than happy to oblige. Even going so far as to disregard his remaining food and lean further in his chair towards Yoongi to recall the story fondly.
What little smile you had left immediately vanished behind the facade of now fully grabbing Yoongi’s drink to chug down the rest of the red wine. Unbeknownst to you, though Yoongi was facing towards Jungkook during his story, his peripheral was on you. So he noticed the slip in your mood. He’d have to ask you about it later.
It felt like Jungkook kept making the story longer than it really was, the clock mocking you with each loud ‘tick’. Swallowing yet another glass of your only reprieve for the night, you pouted when you grabbed the now empty bottle of wine in your hands before setting it back down with a – you thought quiet sigh, but apparently not, cause both male’s turned to you at your heavy, loud, exhale. Oops.
Clearing your throat at the sudden attention, you sat up from your once relaxed position in your chair that you settled for when the story kept droning on, long since finishing your food after the first 20 minutes of it.
“What?” You eyed the two males, but due to your up until now, quiet persona, when you opened your mouth to say the word, it got stretched out with the sudden yawn that came out to accompany it. Your entire body screamed that you were tired, both of them could tell. It was Yoongi that would come to your rescue, much to Jungkook’s hidden displeasure.
“As enjoyable as this was, we should probably call it a night. It looks like our y/n, here, is ready to pass out in her chair.” Jungkook didn’t miss, or like the way he said our. It left a sinking feeling in his stomach as soon as the simple word left his mouth. But he couldn’t argue with him over it, cause technically, it was true. He might have been your best friend, but Yoongi was your boyfriend, your lover. It held more weight to his title.
Nodding in agreement, Jungkook went to help clean up and clear the table, until Yoongi suddenly sprung up out of his chair in a flourish. The action startling you enough to wake you up and follow suit to Jungkook’s ministrations. Now he looked at both of you with an embarrassed look across his face, waving his hands in front of him in a fervor, he tried to stop you both.
“Please, you don’t have to help clean up, I’ve got it covered. You’re my guests–,” he stuttered the sentence out, losing his confidence in the matter now that he’s well and sober. His recluse side wanting to shy away from the innocent act of hospitality and just being a kind person, cause he wasn’t used to it, having company. Being doted over. It was unnatural to him, foreign.
But you both chose to ignore his pleas of stopping, it only making you two want to do it more. Stacking up the dishes, Jungkook gestured for you to stack yours on top of his already haphazardly stacked pile. You, being ever the smart one, made a show to stack your pile on top of the large tray Yoongi first brought out that could hold much more than you both ever could. Jungkook chuckled at your smarts, and you just winked at him, sinking back into the pleasant atmosphere it once was before the dreaded story came up.
Yoongi’s shoulders sagged in defeat, him reaching out to help gather his own dishes to set on the tray, before you gently swatted his hands away with your own and gave him a warm smile.
“Baby, please. You went through the hassle of cooking dinner and setting this up for us, it’s the least we can do. You just relax, okay?” You spoke in such a soft voice, it made Jungkook pause in his actions, savoring the warmth it brought to his body even though you weren’t even talking with him. It was just the kind of effect you had on him, but he’d never tell you.
He had Isla, he had to remind himself. He chose Isla. And you chose Yoongi. Now, he had to live with the consequences of his actions he didn’t act upon when he should’ve. Back when he once had a chance.
Feeling you both were about to share an intimate moment he didn’t want to be apart of, let alone witness, he noisily clustered Yoongi’s dishes on the tray and grabbed the handles, lifting it up with ease.
“If you could point me to the kitchen, I can bring these over there for you.” His voice was flat when he spoke, something you noticed, but didn’t comment on. Yoongi didn’t pick it up, thankfully, too focused on your figure in front of him and the way you made him feel with just your words alone.
Sparing a glance at Jungkook, Yoongi smiled at him in gratitude and gave him directions to the kitchen, informing him that he could just set them next to the sink and he would wash them later. Jungkook just clicked his tongue at him in a way of saying ‘got it’ and left the room in a brisk, yet careful pace.
You followed his figure until he went out of sight, your brows furrowed at his change of demeanor. You swear, his moods could give you whiplash. With a touch of his hand on your cheek, Yoongi had you looking back at him. You didn’t even realize exactly how close to you he got since Jungkook’s absence.
“Are you okay, y/n?” His face showed concern, though you don’t know why.
“I’m fine, Yoongs. And thank you for an amazing meal and evening. I think even Jungkook might’ve had a good time, and he’s a tough guy to please.” You joked with a light chuckle, leaning into the hand that still caressed your cheek.
“I’m glad to hear that, I was worried he wouldn’t like me.” His confession made your eyes widen. He usually never cares what people think of him, so why now?
“You? Were worried about someone liking you? Are you okay, Min Yoongi? Are you sick?” You playfully placed the back of your hand against his forehead, acting as if you were checking his temperature. He rolled his eyes at you playfully back, lowering your hand gently only to hold it in his own.
“Of course I want him to like me. He’s your best friend, y/n. If he doesn’t like me, then I’m basically cut. Out. Shouldn’t even exist if I’m being honest, cause you’re the only good thing I’ve got going for me.” At his words, you let out a laugh, thinking he was joking. He wasn’t, you soon realized, when he didn’t laugh along with you, looking at you as if you were something he wasn’t worthy of having in his life.
To him, you were just a friend, until you weren’t. It happened so smoothly, so naturally, he didn’t see it coming, until it did. And now, as bad as it may sound, he can’t picture life without you, nor does he want too. But he can’t help the nagging feeling in his gut that something is up with you and your best friend. And that that something is more than capable of Jungkook taking you from him in more ways than one.
But he knows, as you look at him with a look of worry and, dare he say, maybe even a hint of love, he doesn’t have the heart or courage to ruin the seemingly nice evening you three shared by voicing his concerns. It’ll have to wait for another time, when the source of his concern isn’t in the next room.
Your only reply to his statement was to lean up and kiss him softly, yet meaningfully, on his perfect lips. Using your actions, rather than your words you know would only hurt him if you told the truth. And right now? You wanted to enjoy your time with Yoongi, without the lingering thought that is Jungkook, burrowing himself more into your heart and mind like he always does.
Successfully ending the too deep conversation in your current state of mind, you sank into Yoongi and all he had to offer, hands splayed against his chest to keep you upright in his hold. Yoongi returned your affection ten fold, effectively getting lost in you and forgetting where you two were.
A throat clearing behind you is what broke you two apart, both of you coming to your senses as you sheepishly stared at each other as if you got caught doing something worse than what you actually were. Wiping the lipstick that somehow made it onto Yoongi’s lips with your thumb, had the male’s cheeks lighting up in a pale pink hue. The sight had you chuckling fondly at him, before you gave him one last quick peck on the lips. Pulling away for the last time, you patted his chest and stepped away from him to look over at Jungkook.
He stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, looking straight through you at Yoongi with a glint in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Tilting your head into his line of sight, you broke whatever spell he was under. Giving him a ‘you good?’ look, he shook his head at you before gesturing towards the front door and directing his attention back at the host of the now night, seeing as the windows were encased in blackness around you.
“I’m gonna head out. The dishes are by the sink. You can stay if you want, y/n. Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.” He glowered at you pointedly, a not so subtle jab that you definitely noticed. “I’ve already called for a car, they’re waiting for me outside. So I’ll call you later, okay? Thank you for the nice evening, Yoongi. It was a pleasure to meet you.” He half assed a bow, then gave a shit eating grin and walked out of sight. Shortly after, you heard the tall tale sign of him leaving, as the door opened and closed. The heavy door leaving a loud noise in it’s wake, as it cut through the silence like a knife.
*******
Jungkook would contact you a few days later. When you asked what made him suddenly drop off the face of the planet after your evening at Yoongi’s, he used the ruse of working on a ‘new project’ as his excuse of ignoring your texts and calls. You didn’t believe him, but you humored him anyways. The reason he called you, however, was because he had a model that cancelled on him last minute, and he was in desperate need of another. So, naturally, he thought about you, his best friend who could never say no to any of his requests, especially when it came to something as important as his art.
He didn’t really explain what it is you had to do, but you trusted him fully, so you didn’t really care. Sending you the address to his own new art studio, he told you to come over as soon as possible. Thankfully, it was only 20 minutes away from your place, so the ‘as soon as possible’ request was possible to accomplish.
When you arrived to his studio, you were let in by his assistant who was leaving for the day. He told you Jungkook was finishing up a previous project and wanted you to wait for him in the main lobby area. Though walking into the lobby, you were surprised. The ambience of the place exuded a romantic aura. The lights were dimmed and there’s even a bottle of bubbly sitting in a bucket of ice cubes on a table in the middle of the room, but no glasses. Weird.
Looking around the spacious room, it’s tidy and modern. You can see his artistic taste shine in the way it’s decorated. You couldn’t wait to get a tour of the rest. Just as you went to touch one of the many statues that littered the room, you could hear footsteps behind you. Pivoting in your heels, you came face to face with a grinning Jungkook who held two wine glasses in his hands. Ah, so that would explain the missing glasses.
Holding his arms out to his sides, you noticed his loose tank top he was wearing was splattered with various colors of paint along with his worn out jeans, a tall tale sign that he was finishing up an art project like his assistant told you. Some paint even made it onto his face, which had you lightly giggling at his appearance, but you were used to it.
“What do you think of the place?” He asked you, genuinely curious of your opinion that he held in high regards, knowing you would never lie to him. One of the many things he liked about you, you were blunt, yet honest.
“Wow, it looks great in here!” Your voice and facial expressions showed pure awe and admiration. You only wished you had a sliver of his artistic taste to decorate your own place as simple, yet luxurious as this. “Looks like you have a little more than just a photo shoot prep in mind…” you trailed off, looking at him with a raised eyebrow and coy smile. Being a model, you naturally assumed his new art project had to do with a photo shoot, one of the many ways he created art.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Jungkook? I don’t think Yoongi or Isla would like that very much.” You playfully jested at him, as he set the glasses down on the table to uncork the wine.
“Oh, absolutely.” He cheekily threw at you, winking at you and laughing heartily. His eyes meet yours as he straightens up and once again holds both wine glasses in his hands to walk towards you, his expression becoming more genuine.
Once he’s in front of you, he offers you one of the glasses that you graciously take and swallow a big swig of. You needed it after your own grueling day of work you had yesterday, working with a photographer that was infamous for his harsh critiques during his photo shoots as he strived to get the best pictures possible. You initially wanted to vent to your best friend, but when he refused to answer you, you decided to vent to Yoongi instead, who was more than happy to lend you a listening ear. His comforting words and presence alone, stifled the anger and self deprecating thoughts you held, and for the first time ever, you both spent the rest of the evening in his bed tangled in sheets. It was everything you dreamed it would be, and more.
“I mostly wanted to make it up to you for bailing on you so suddenly.” His face looked sullen as he swirled the wine in his glass gently before taking a sip of his own. “And anyways, who’s to say we can’t get some work done, and have some quality time together simultaneously?”
“I’ll cheers to that!” You lifted your glass towards his as you both clinked them together and took another big gulp in sync.
“I even have something else in mind, other than the usual photo shoot.” He said it with a mysterious tone, making you narrow your eyes at him with caution. Just what exactly did he have up his non-existing sleeves? “You wanna hear it?” The excitement he now showed in his voice and facial expression was infectious. You’re curious to see what he has planned for you, which is exactly what you tell him.
“My big priority for tonight is color tests. I was hoping you’d let me practice on you?” His usual confident demeanor turned into a shy one right in front of your eyes, only getting worse with his following explanation that made your eyes widen and cheeks burn under the low light of the room. “Your back would make the perfect canvas for this.”
“Am I going to have to stand very, very still for this?” As much as you loved helping him, you were going to dread having to stand in one spot for potential hours.
“Stand?” He echoed you with a deep chuckle. “No, no! We’re going to use my bedroom.”
“Bedroom?” This time it was you echoing his response. What bedroom is he talking about? Not that you weren’t familiar with his bed, having innocently crashed in it with him on multiple occasions. But it never related to anything needed for his art, so you were very intrigued now.
“Do you want me to show you where I get my best work done?” He asked you with a raise of his brow.
“My interest is peaked. By all means.” You gestured at him with your almost empty glass of wine, before chugging the rest. He followed suit and grabbed your glass from you to set them both back on the table.
Jungkook then walks past you, waving at you to follow him as he does. He leads you down the same path he took to get to you in the lobby, but this time in the opposite direction, towards his bedroom. One, he explained during the short walk there, he had in case he needed to stay over night and finish up any projects at the studio. Stepping into the bedroom, he waits for you to walk inside before he turns to you to speak.
“First, let me get a little more comfortable and keep the mess to a minimum.” He winks at you, reaching back behind him to grab the material of his shirt, his elbows now on either side of his ears, effectively making his muscles strain from the action as he pulls his shirt off. You would think the sight would have you hot and bothered, cause normally, it would. Now that you have Yoongi, however, whose body is just as delectable, if not moreso than the male’s in front of you, to satiate your sexual desires, you don’t even flinch.
A realization that Jungkook notices, having secretly always watched your facial expressions to him undressing in front of you with a hidden sense of power over knowing he could get that kind of lust filled reaction out of you. Not that he would ever act on it, of course, having a girlfriend. His pants pool to his feet next, that he kicks off somewhere unceremoniously. And now he’s left in nothing other than his short, skin tight, black, boxers. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t sneak a peak at the very obvious bulge that was prominent within the confines of his boxers, both a blessing and a curse in your opinion, of just how endowed Jungkook is.
Waiting for his instructions, you stood there, stiffly. All of the sudden feeling very overdressed, and slightly uncomfortable with the whole scenario. But you agreed to help Jungkook, and if this is what he needed, you would oblige him.
Pointing over to the bed with a lazy finger, he gave you your first instructions.
“Can you lay down on your stomach for me and just get comfortable?” He asked you, fully giving you the chance to back out and say no if you wanted too. You didn’t. Having avoided looking at the rather large object in the room, the bed, you now saw that all the blankets were shoved off for the occasion. And there was even an equally as large, white, silk sheet that was draped over the entirety of the bed that you would be laying on top of.
You crawl your way to the middle of the bed and lay face down, your head laying comfortably on one of his pillows that was conveniently left. You can feel the bed dip as Jungkook makes his way on the bed himself. He takes the position of straddling you, his butt coming to sit directly on top of yours. In one hand, he already has a paintbrush, and occupying his other hand is his palette of various colors of paint. It’s all you can make out, from the little bit of peripheral you have on either side of you, of his figure due to your current angle.
“You good? You comfy? I’m not too heavy for you?” His onslaught of questions came with a joking tone, but you knew that he was genuinely concerned for your well being, wanting you to be comfortable every step of the way.
Jungkook’s weight on your lower back isn’t uncomfortable, but despite your previous feelings, you can’t help how fast your heart starts beating as he relaxes in his position on top of you.
You take a deep breath in and snuggle into his pillow. It smells like Jungkook — fresh, herbal, soothing.
“Very comfy.” Your voice was already coming out in a sleepy tone by how relaxed you felt, but you were wide awake.
“Perfect. I’m ready to get started, if you are?” This was it. Your last chance to bail out if you wanted too. Once again, you steeled your nerves and pressed on. For Jungkook, and for his art, you nod at him, giving him your final answer.
He grabs the bottom of your shirt and begins peeling the material off your back, pushing it up until it rests directly above your shoulders. You shiver slightly as his hand brushes your skin, the contact feels electric, and you wonder if he felt it as well.
“Your body is so amazing.” His low tone doesn’t come off sultry, but moreso it’s one of awe. You dig your head deeper into the pillow, feeling a wave of excitement go throughout your entire body at his blunt, but honest, words. Easing the tension that filled the air, you replied with a nervous laugh.
“You haven’t even begun painting yet!”
“Look, y/n.” His voice was still low, but also soft, and equally as persistent as he continued his heartfelt statement. “I know art when I see it.”
Rolling your eyes at yourself, you decided to humor the male.
“If you think it’s art now, I can’t wait to see it after you work your magic.”
“It’s like you’re giving me a head start.” With that final comment of him admiring your bare back, he begins his work. slowly at first, but then building with intensity. You try to imagine what the painting looks like, but you find your eyes wandering around the room. It feels like you understand Jungkook a little bit more as you take in the details of the space around you.
The room is tidy, but the longer you look, the more you notice. The art on the walls, the plants by the window, the trinkets tucked away on shelves. They were all whispers of Jungkook’s taste and passions. Eclectic, but tranquil. You’re surprised by the neatness, his creative energy seems like it would always leave a mess, but the bedroom feels curated and well kept. While he works, he effortlessly makes conversation with you, one of the only people who makes it easy to initiate a conversation with. His voice is soft, yet low, and you feel safe.
“You should tell me more about yourself. I want to get to know you better.” This has your brows furrowing in confusion. Know you better? Doesn’t he already know you?
“Uh, like what?” You ask, clueless as to what he means.
He ‘hmms’ thoughtfully, before responding.
“What are you looking for in a relationship these days?”
What?
You decide to answer his question truthfully.
“I’m looking for someone I can confide in.” Though you can’t see, he stares at your back in wonderment, inwardly checking off a list he has in his mind that pertains to himself, knowing that you confide in him all the time. It gives him hope, until you utter out your next words, not yet done with your line of thought. “Like a best friend, you know? If you’re not there for each other, nothing else matters.” His face falls, then once again contorts into one of concentration as he focuses on a few strokes of his paintbrush, watching as it glides over your skin. The action somehow feeling more intimate with the deep conversation that accompanied it.
He nodded in agreement, before realizing you couldn’t see him nod, and instead answered verbally for your benefit.
“Yep. I totally understand.”
“I’m just over people who don’t see me as a friend and equal in the relationship.”
His brows furrowed at your words, not knowing you felt that way about relationships. But he agreed wholeheartedly with you.
“I don’t think it would be possible for me to relate to that harder.”
Now this has you staring at the wall ahead of you, lost in your own little world. Is this how he was really feeling with Isla? Was she not treating him right? Confiding in him? Seeing him as an equal? You hoped you were wrong, but the way he said it with such conviction and mirth, you couldn’t help but think it was true. And that alone made your heart drop into your stomach, cause you wanted nothing more than for Jungkook to find someone who treats him as if the sun shines out of his ritually bleached asshole. Not that you judged him for it, accompanying him various times to get the action done yourself.
“What about you, Jungkook?” He didn’t miss the way your voice softened as you asked him the same question he just asked you. “What are you looking for?”
“Well, I’m kind of looking for something pretty serious.” Your lips pursed at that, knowing he got recently engaged, so of course that would be his answer. Plus, he always told you how important it was for him to build both a family and legacy.
“And honestly? I think I’ve found what I’m looking for in yo–,” his eyes widened as he coughed to cover up his mistake of almost slipping up and saying ‘you’, instead of his fiancée’s name. “–in Isla.” He finished with a bitter taste in his mouth, knowing that was far from the truth, but he was already in too deep to change his mind and actually follow his heart. The one that always wanted you.
Jungkook sets down his paintbrush briefly to say this, emphatically separating his words from the task at hand, making you believe it more. His voice, to you, sounding sincere. It causes a deep pit in your stomach to form, as you try your best to cover up your true emotions to wish your best friend well.
“That’s great, Jungkook. I’m glad you found your happiness in Isla. It must be nice knowing you for sure found your happily ever after.” Laced with fake enthusiasm that went unnoticed, Jungkook grimaced, wanting nothing more than to say what he truly felt over the matter, but bit his tongue instead, knowing he can’t. Did this mean though, that you don’t believe you’ve found your own happily ever after in Yoongi? He had to ask. So, he did. Your reply shocked him to his core.
You blame the wine, you blame the intimacy of it all, you blame how safe Jungkook makes you feel, and you, for the first time in your 6 years of knowing him, bare your soul to your best friend.
Letting out a forced laugh, your eyes start to water, once again blaming something other than your feelings for the tears that wanted to shed and cleanse you of your prolonged guilt and affection. You were thankful that he couldn’t really see your face at his current angle, or you his, for what you say so shamelessly.
“Wanna know something funny?” You start out with a light, playful tone. One that makes Jungkook chuckle awkwardly in response to yours. “From the very first day I knew you were going to be someone special in my life. I just didn’t realize until it was too late, that it would filter out into me being ridiculously, madly, in love with you.” You gave out another light, now watery, laugh. One that this time, Jungkook did notice.
His eyes softened on your figure, suddenly becoming much more aware of how intimate this all was for two supposedly ‘best friends’. And now, he instantly regretted inviting you over to do this in his bedroom of all places. It was wrong of him, and deep inside he knew it was wrong, yet he did it anyways. It just made him feel more like shit with your sudden confession of love, one he’s waited all his life to hear fall from your supple lips. He just wished it was under better circumstances, like you both being single and not in your own, separate, relationships. His being one that was serious. Getting married, serious.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He didn’t know what to say, and cautiously, he continued with his brush strokes. For a moment, you hear only paintbrush on skin and the sound of Jungkook’s breathing. Your lips pursed at his silence, and you regretted saying anything, but powered on in hopes of him finishing his work on your back soon. If he still didn’t want to stop after your raw confession, than you wouldn’t let it effect you either.
“With Yoongi, I do feel needed. I feel cared for. I feel heard. I feel safe. I feel loved. But–,” letting out a quiet sigh you continued, reluctantly. “I’m not sure if I see a future with him, yet. I’m just taking it day by day and hoping for the best. You know?” You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. Giving your answer, and deeming it acceptable, Jungkook opted to change topics.
“What about if we went away to relax? Let’s say I whisked you away for a weekend. Where would you want to go?” The sudden change in topic made your body sag into the silk sheets with relief, knowing he was atleast trying to help you ease the tension that hung in the air around you both, thickly.
It was your turn to ‘hmm’ in thought.
“Somewhere you could show me around the art scene.” It was such a simple request, yet held so much weight to Jungkook, his heart soaring at your suggestion.
“You just made my heart explode a little bit.” He chuckled fondly.
“It would be awesome! An insider look at an artsy city? You’d be the best tour guide.” He felt touched by your confidence in him.
“Thanks for trusting my knowledge in art. I think I have pretty good taste.” He boasted a little at the end, making you scoff in amusement.
“You must! I mean, you think I’m art.”
“I think you’re a masterpiece, huge difference.” He stated it so casually, and matter of factly, butterflies began to make a home in your once pit of a stomach.
Now bent over, holding himself over you with one hand, as he focuses on the little details of his artwork on your back, his breath is hot on your ears as he speaks. It sends a chill down your spine. He’s obviously deep in the flow of his work, you can feel the paintbrush moving in passionate strokes, leaving cool paint across your back. Your conversation may now be innocent, but the combination of the paintbrush that’s now on the small of your back, Jungkook’s hushed voice, and your position in bed, has you feeling tingly all over.
His next question breaks you out of your not so innocent thoughts.
“What if we could go anywhere in the world?”
“Somewhere with a lot of history.” You instantly reply, not needing to even think of your answer. “Like, give me something straight up ancient.” You emphasized the last word with excitement.
“How come?” Not the answer he was expecting, but he was genuinely curious.
“Historical sites inspire me so much. I think it’s so cool that some places hold centuries or millennia of history, and countless people’s stories. More than you and I could ever know.” Your genuine passion and excitement shine through in your words, making him grin fondly at you. You were unique, you were different. He loved it.
“That makes a lot of sense. I love the way you think.”
“What about you? Where do you get inspiration from?” You’re inwardly shocked you never quite directly asked him this question over the years, but it’s better late than never, right?
“Well, nature is a big one…,” he trailed off, wondering if he should finish the natural occurring thought that crossed his mind when you asked your question. He came to the conclusion that you would never judge him, so he said it. “You know, there’s nothing like being nude outdoors, the sun on your skin. Being able to blend in with the flowers and forget about everything. Some of the best camouflage paints are done in nature.” His voice gradually got louder, the more passionate he became with his answer, it was nice to hear.
“Oh wow, I’d love to see that.” You spoke honestly and in earnest. The whole scenario he described sounded so freeing. Something you haven’t felt yourself in a long time.
“Maybe we should explore it together sometime.” He casually suggested, not meaning it in a sexual way at all, you’re sure. But you couldn’t help but prod into his suggestion to gain more info.
“You mean like…get naked outside? I love the way you’re always testing the limits. I hope you can teach me a thing or two.” You truthfully always admired that about him, the way he always thought outside of the box, unlike most artists who chose a more ‘safe’ approach with their art. You always wanted to see things through his eyes, wondering what the world looked like to him. And you always incorporated whatever he so graciously taught you in your own line of work with modeling. Conveying emotions, letting new poses come naturally to you through your body expression, choosing what you wore on the rare occasions that they let you pick your own outfit.
“Give me some time, and I promise I can bring that side out in you, y/n. Cause I know it’s in you, it’s in all of us, if only we look hard enough.” He vowed to you so solemnly, you swooned with a lovesick smile he couldn’t see.
As his words hang in the air, Jungkook finishes his painting test. The final strokes of the paintbrush leave you both breathless, and when you look at the final design in the body length mirror he supplies for you, you see a beautiful pattern weaving green stripes across your back and flowers sprouting from your spine.
It looks fucking amazing. You expected nothing less when it came to Jungkook and his skilled hands. You now felt honored at being his canvas for the day.
You and Jungkook admire his work in the mirror, and after a few moments your eyes come to meet in the reflection. You hold his gaze, the tension between you growing with each erratic beat of your heart.
You want to say something, you want to make a move. Damn the consequences of your actions, if it meant finally succumbing to your feelings and desires you held pent up for so long. But, as fate would have it, before you could muster up the courage, an alarm on Jungkook’s phone cuts through the silence. Jungkook groans in frustration and hurries to shut it off.
“I can’t believe I forgot to disable this before you came over.” He grumbled to himself, both upset and grateful for the interruption. Who knows what might’ve transpired between you two otherwise. Something he’ll think about tonight as he lays his head down on his pillow in an attempt to sleep, which reminds him why he set the alarm in the first place. “Oh, this means it’s late. I spent way longer on that than I originally planned. I just got caught up in the process, I guess.” He chuckled sheepishly, scratching at his neck.
“You had me very close to becoming a very unruly model.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully through the mirror, watching as he grabbed a washcloth that was close by, soaking in a bucket of warm, soapy, water on the floor. Rather than bending over the entire time to clean your back from the paint, he decided it was better for his back to kneel down behind you, his height still making it possible to reach your entire back.
Taking a picture of your back with his phone first, he gently started the new process of wiping his artwork off your back, scoffing at your insinuation, but playing off of it himself.
“In what way?” Jungkook flashes you a brilliant smile in the mirror as he tries to tease you into saying something more.
“I just imagine it would be difficult to paint if your hands were…otherwise occupied.” You tried to keep your usual, confident, flirty, exterior, but your voice failed you and cracked at the end. If Jungkook noticed, he didn’t say anything, and for that, you’re grateful.
“You’d be surprised what I can accomplish with just some paint and my fingertips.” His coy grin is intoxicating. Despite your best attempts to keep you’re cool, his own insinuation had your cheeks flushing. Your mind now racing to conjure a mental image of him finger painting across your skin, and not Isla’s, whom you’re positive has had your mental fantasy happen on her in real life, more than once.
With one final stroke of the washcloth, your back is now bare once again. You dropped your shirt as it flared around your exposed back before efficiently covering it from the mirror and Jungkook’s eyes.
“As amazing as this has been, we have to call it a night, I’m sorry. I have to get up early tomorrow to meet some models for another project.” He sounds authentically disappointed with your night ending, and if you’re honest with yourself, so are you. It started off rough, and heavy, but ultimately was super relaxing and informative. Finding out new things about Jungkook over the six years of knowing him already, felt good.
He got dressed back up in his tank top and jeans and escorted you back down the hall into the main lobby. Double checking to make sure you had everything, you paused in front of the front door and looked at Jungkook. He’s busy typing something into his phone, texting Isla, you could only assume. Taking the chance of him being distracted momentarily, you lean in to give him the usual kiss on the cheek goodbye.
Apparently you underestimated exactly how into his phone he was. As soon as you got a hair width away from his cheek, did his attention abruptly switch to you. Him angling his face at just the right time to effectively, and unintentionally, capture your lips with his own. Both of your eyes widen as you both pull away from each other in a haste. Mouths open, eyes still wide, you just stare at each other like a deer caught in headlights, not really knowing how to bypass was just happened.
It was his eyes that shifted first, staring into your own with an intensity that had your forehead lining with a light glaze of sweat. Your heart started beating erratically at the insane thought that he might have just actually liked kissing you as much as you liked kissing him.
He must’ve saw something he took as a green light as he searched your eyes, cause the next thing you knew, his lips were clashing against yours once more. In your heart, you knew it was so, so wrong. And truly, you wanted to stop it. But it’s like your brain short circuited, and your body had a mind of its own, as you kissed him back with just as much passion as he was giving you. It’s like everything you both have been holding back all night — no, for years, erupted into this long, heated, spine tingling, toe curling, passionate kiss.
With his hand secured behind your head, he let his phone drop to the floor without a care to pull you closer to him with his other hand now on the small of your back. The kiss held just as much intensity as his gaze did, as he leans his whole body into it, into you. Your hands find purpose on the nape of his neck, your own way of bringing him impossibly closer to you, your own belongings left in a disregarded heap on the floor at your feet. You don’t even notice when your phone incessantly buzzes at you that you’re getting a call from your boyfriend, just like Jungkook fails to see that his fiancée has just texted him back.
Your hands move to caress his back, as if to hold onto this moment for dear life. The one you’ve been waiting for all your life, since the moment you met Jungkook.
When he taps your ass with his hands, giving you a silent signal to jump without breaking the kiss, you do. He grabs underneath your ass effortlessly, his strong arms catching the weight of your body with ease. Your legs straddle his waist, as your arms find new home around his shoulders, your heels digging into his ass to bring him closer.
He grunts into your mouth as he expertly finds his way back to his bedroom, still holding you, somehow finding ways to maneuver you both safely, his eyes staying open during the heated make out session. Yours stayed shut, relishing in the moment.
Even when your back hits the cool, silk sheets, and he hovers over your eventual naked form with a look of pure, unadulterated love and lust, do you still not believe it’s happening. Not even when you feel the delicious snap of his hips against yours and you’re moaning breathlessly into each other’s mouths. Not when he pulls the first orgasm of the night out of you, and watches you come undone with something akin to pride on his face for being the one to garner that sinful and beautiful reaction out of you. Not when you switch positions with him and ride him to one of the most intense orgasms of his life, your name spilling from his lips in a mantra as you witness and feel your own sense of pride of being the cause of his undoing. Not when he flips you both over to give you both one last mind blowing orgasm, as you come undone in sync. Not even when you’re both panting, covered in sweat, and your snuggly pressed into his side with your arm and leg draped over him in a possessive manner. Not when he’s rubbing soothing circles into your arm and whispering promises of his love and the future he knows you’ll both have as you fall asleep to his voice like a lullaby.
And definitely not when you wake up the next morning, cold and alone, the remnants of your lovemaking still embedded in the silk sheets around you. A lone note left on the pillow next to your head, a hasty scribble that you discern is Jungkook’s guilty conscience coming to haunt him.
The words ‘I’m sorry’ mocking you, as your tears cascade down your face, the only sound being the rhythmic pattern of your tear drops as they hit the note that makes you cry out in anger and rip it to shreds, scattering the pieces on the bed around you like confetti. And you know, you just know, that once again, he chose her over you.
The only thing you do believe is that things with Jungkook will never be the same again.
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It had been a couple of weeks since you and Ryan had last seen each other. Because I and school and Ryan had stuff with his band, it felt almost impossible for us to meet up. That, however, didn't prevent us from calling and texting each other practically every minute of the day. He would show you his art while you would talk about your classes and working at the shop. He was like a breath of fresh air on a hot summer day.
Today, thankfully, was a beautiful spring day. Everything around me was so green and vibrantly in bloom, making the fact that I had to study slightly less bearable. As I stared outside, the glass of the cafe window separating me from the world's beauty, my phone started to vibrate on the counter. Flipping it over, my face lit up once I saw Ryan's name across the top of it.
"Hey!" I say, answering the phone. I didn't know what it was, but my heart skipped a beat whenever he called me.
"Hey!! What are you up to?" I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
"Just studying for this bullshit test. You?" I slip my pencil into my notebook and shut it to focus more clearly on Ryan. "Damn, that sucks, love. If you're free a little later, I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner and maybe come to one of my shows?" I was honestly kind of shocked that he asked me to come to one of the shows so soon. There was a stereotype that people in bands had a reputation for keeping their relationships as open as possible. I knew Ryan, and I didn't have a set label, but that simple question caused my heart to give in to him more.
"Erin? You there?" I was so struck with shock that I forgot to respond. "Oh, yeah, sorry," laughing, I respond, "I'd love that. Just text me with all the details of that stuff." He hummed a soft response, "Will do. I'll talk to you later, yeah."
"Yeah!" The call ended, and I couldn't help but look down at my phone and smile. I was falling for him hard and fast.
After a few more hours of studying, I left the library and headed back home to change into something a bit cuter.
I didn't know much about Ryan's band. Just that he was the drummer, and Josh, the friend who came with him to the shop the last time, was their guitarist.
Because I didn't know what the video of the night would be, I settled on a black shirt with a low-scoping back that allowed for the tattoo of lilies of the valley on my spine to be exposed. Finally, I slipped on some jeans, a belt, and my trusty pair of black platform docs and headed out to meet Ryan at the dinner spot.
Thankfully the restaurant was only a five-minute walk from my apartment, so I decided to enjoy the beautiful weather and walk there. I hummed softly as I walked, and soon enough, Ryan came into view.
"Ryan!!" I call out to him, waving, his a giant smile on my face. "Erin!" he jogged over, arms engulfing me in a hug that slightly raised me off the ground. I didn't realize how strong he was, but that's what comes with being a drummer.
Hugging back, my lungs fill with his woody scent. "It's so good to see you." my feet again touched the ground as we slightly pulled away from the hug. I gently reach up, touching his cheek, and he leans into my touch. "It's really good seeing you too."
He took my hand, and the two of us walked into the cute cafe-style restaurant. "I hope you like this place. I've only been here a couple of times, but it's always been really nice." he squeezed my hand softly. "I'm sure I'll love it." I smile up at him, returning the squeeze.
Once we sat down at a table next to the large open windows and ordered, we spent nearly two hours just chatting. It was so lovely to sit there and talk with him about anything and every as we exchanged small touches. He was effortlessly funny and even more handsome than the last time I had seen him. After we finished, we decided to head out to the venue where he played tonight.
Our clasped hands swing between us as we walk to the venue. "So, you already know Josh. That leaves Eli and Robert. They're great, though Robert can be kind of... unfiltered at times." Nodding, I respond, "Cool! What type of music do you guys play? Should I be expecting jazz or heavy metal slipknot-type stuff?" he laughs, free hand running through his hair. "It's like alternative rock-pop-ish. You'll like it, promise."
"Hmm... okay, I trust you." leaning up, I kiss his cheek gently, leaving a berry stain on his cheek. "Oh, shit, sorry." laughing, I try and rub the lipgloss off of his cheek. "Don't be sorry. I like it; it's cute." I blush slightly at his comment.
The two of us got closer to the venue, fans coming into view. "Don't be worried, okay? They're usually super nice." He lets his hand drift on my bare back, creating a comforting touch. "I trust you."
Soon enough, the two of us got spotted. Fans started to scream Ryan's name as he walked past, some whispering to each other, asking who I was. But Ryan was unfazed, continuing to be his happy self as he waved back to the fans, returning some highs and I love yous. Seeing him be himself around the fans made him even more attractive. How confident and unwilling to create some rockstar persona showed me how lucky I had been.
Finally, the two of us were able to slip into the venue. "I hope that wasn't too overwhelming for you." looking down at me, he moved some hair from my face. "It was fine. They seem to really love you a lot."
Nodding, he smiles. "Yeah, they're the best. Ready to meet the guys?" I hum in response, his hand falling naturally back into mine as we walk to the dressing room.
The door was already open, allowing the chatter and music coming from inside to spill into the hallway. As we walked in, the smell of cigarette smoke, wood, and metal filled my lungs and mixed to have a pleasant smell.
Ryan cleared his throat, to which the music and chatter quickly stopped. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Erin." I wave as the guys start to stand. "Erin! It's good to see you again!" Josh said, pulling me into a tight friendly hug. "It's good to see you too." hugging back, laughing lightly at his enthusiasm. "I'm Eli. It's nice to meet you. Ryan seriously wouldn't shut up about you." we hug quickly before I meet the final band member. "I'm Robert. It's grand to meet you." I gave out the last hug. Though I was nervous before meeting the lads, they all seemed nice. "It's really wonderful to meet you all too. I'm super excited to watch you play!"
"I'm going to show her around a bit more before they let everyone in for the show. I'll see you, lads, in a few." As we walk back out of the room, I give them a little wave, hoping that I seemed friendly in our small interaction.
"Soooo, you always talk about me, do ya?" I nudge his side a few times before we start laughing. "I'm not even going to try and pretend like I don't. I like you a lot." he rubs his nape, making his slight embarrassment more noticeable. "I like you a lot, too." my arm loops around him as I rest my head on his shoulder.
We chatted as we walked around before, and finally, the two of us ended up on the stage. Ryan pointed out the guy's guitars before we got to the drum set. "It's so cool that you play the drums. It really fits your character." My fingers glide across the smooth cold metal of the symbols. "You're so fucking sweet," he kisses my head. "Here, sit down. I'll teach you how to play a little something." He settles himself on the stool, then pats his knee.
Sitting down on his knee, I move my hair, allowing it to lay across my shoulder, exposing my bare back and tattoo. "Holy shit Erin, this is beautiful." his hand travels down my spine, stopping at my mid-back. "I'm glad you like it. Lilies of the Vally they're my favorite." he takes a pair of drumsticks out of their holder. "I'll keep that in mind."
Handing me the drumsticks, his arms lay across mine, hands helping me hold the drumsticks in my own. "Okay, let me just test this," he stepped on the foot pedal, causing a thud to vibrate off the bass. "Hmm, okay, cool, ready?" nodding, our arms start to move together. It was just a simple beat, but it was fun to experience something Ryan was passionate about.
After a little bit of play, we stopped, the vibrations of the drums melting into the floor. I turned to face him, "See, you're not half bad." he smiled, hands moving from my arms to around my waist. "I think that's just because I have such an amazing teacher." I didn't know what it was, but at this moment, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. "Oh really? How good?" Ryan's gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back up again. My heart beats faster as I lean down, our lips connecting shyly but soon melting together as the kiss becomes deeper.
Pulling away, my heart settled slightly. "Prove my point?" I move some hair from his face. "I think I need to test that again." he gives me a soft kiss, the biggest smile on his face. "Yeah, the point is proven." I shake my head. "You're such a dork."
Finally, it was time for the show. The fans' energy was terrific as they crowded into the venue, adorning cowboy hats and other fun accessories. Because I didn't want to take a good spot away from someone, I opted to stand on the side of the stage. "Hey, you're going to kill it out there." Squeezing Ryan's hand, I give him a peck on the cheek before he and the band member have to settle on the stage. "Thanks, love. I hope you enjoy." He returned the squeeze before the boys got the cue to go onstage.
The fan erupted in cheers as the boys walked on. Even though I only knew Ryan well, I was proud of all four lads. From what Ryan told me, they worked so hard to get where they are now, and it's so beautiful seeing someone you care about achieve their dreams.
The music was fucking amazing. I couldn't help myself from dancing and yelling along with the crowd. The energy was like nothing I had felt before, and being able to feel the mix of the instruments vibrate through the floor put me into some sort of trance. And Ryan, holy shit, it was amazing to see him play. Every once in a while, we would make eye contact between songs, or when the guys were switching out his guitars, even in a moment where he should feel like he's on top of the world, he would mouth things like 'Are you okay?' or 'Are you having fun?'. Fuck, he was literally the sweetest, and I made sure to show that I was enjoying myself to the fullest.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming out tonight. We'd like to dedicate our last song of the night to a very special person." Eli's voice melted into the microphone and out of the speakers as he spoke, his eyes shifting to glance at me. Cocking my eyebrow in confusion, I look to Ryan, trying to get some calcification. "Me?" I say, pointing to myself. He nods, before the start of When I'm With You starts blasting through the speakers, the fans screaming along with the lyrics.
I couldn't help but stand there speechless, my eyes never leaving Ryan. Once the song ended, the crowd roared, the guys saying their goodbyes, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd. Ryan was the first to walk off stage, his arms instantly wrapped around my body in a tight hug. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he looks down at me, the cheekiest grin on his face. "Enjoy myself? Ryan, I had the best fucking time. You're amazing! The lads are amazing! You didn't have to dedicate that last song to me," my eyes shift away from his, "You're the sweetest person I've ever met." we exchanged a small kiss, and the boys made some joking groaning noise that caused me to blush under the dim backstage lights.
The rest of the night, the guys and I hung out, just drinking and talking. It was nice to get to know the rest of the band. They were all so sweet and funny. I couldn't believe that I had found someone so perfect who had friends that I had clicked with. At around two in the morning, we decided it was time to pack up and get some rest.
The night had a slight chill, which prickled against my warm skin. "I'll walk you back to your place," Ryan said, loading the last part of his drum kit into the van. My hand extended to him, and he took it, the two of us walking down the street close together. "I really did have a wonderful time tonight. It means a lot that you invited me out." My head rests on his shoulder as we walk. "I'm glad you like it, Erin. Feel free to come to any of our shows, okay?" I nod, and the two of us finally reach my apartment.
My heart protested as the two of us stood in front of the blue door of my apartment, my hands still in his. "We'll see each other soon, yeah? Maybe go out somewhere in a few days?" he pulls me closer as he speaks. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot." I smile up at him before giving him a goodnight kiss. "Goodnight, Erin." one of his hands breaks away from mine. "Goodnight, Ryan."
He moves to leave, but I speak up before our hands can break away from their hold on one another. "Hey, do you want to stay the night?" he turns back, smiling. "I'd love that more than you know." The two of us enter my apartment, tangled in each other's arms again.
Even though it was early in the morning, we stayed up, talking, kissing, and never leaving each other's sides. Honestly, it was one of the best nights of my life. Who knew meeting a boy in a recorded story would change your life.
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