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Mistake Prequel Pt.1

California

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: ex!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: kind of Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook

Synopsis: idk at this point, sorry. But here’s the jest of it: Y/N, a very successful singer-songwriter was close friends with the members of BTS for several years. She had a relationship with Jungkook that ended painfully. Now they’re stuck trying to navigate the whole exes-to-friends dance, and somebody is bound to get their toes squashed.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

Chapter soundtrack: California – Lana Del Rey

(By the way, for every ‘Chapter Soundtrack’, basically the idea is that it’s a song that YN eventually wrote with that chapter of her life in mind)

Oh, I'll pick you up, If you come back to America, just hit me up. 'Cause this is crazy love, I'll catch you on the flip side. If you come back to California, you should just hit me up.

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YN sat on the sandy shore, her satin robe gently swaying in the breeze as she stared out at the endless expanse of the ocean before her. She was on the set of a fellow artist's music video shoot, patiently waiting for her turn to be on camera.

The rhythmic crash of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to her contemplations. In her hand, she held a Berlin postcard, its surface adorned with her friends' familiar scrawl.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she traced the words with her fingertips, savoring the sense of connection it brought. It had been ages since she'd received one of those.

With a soft exhale, she reached into her purse and retrieved her phone, fingers deftly navigating to dial a familiar number. As the call connected, she brought the device to her ear, anticipation fluttering in her chest.

“Well, well, well,” Jimin’s voice echoed, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello to you too,” she smiled, “am I interrupting?”

“Not in the slightest” he replied, “we just got back to the hotel.”

“Shit-” she muttered, running a hand through her hair in frustration. Time difference, you idiot. “You must be drained. I can call at another time if y-”

“And wait another two months for a phone call?” her friend interrupted, his laughter cutting through her concerns. “Not a chance.”

There was a beat of silence. She knew she should’ve reached out earlier.

"I got your postcard," she finally said, her tone warm. "How did you even get my new address, Jimin-ssi?"

"You know I don’t kiss and tell," he teased, his voice tinged with amusement. “Why? Don’t fancy mail anymore?

"Oh, you know, I can never be too careful,” she quipped, a playful smirk tugging at her lips, “so many stalkers out there."

"Guess that means you found the strand of pubes I slipped in there," Jimin joked.

"Gross," she groaned, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Eh, you love it” he replied without missing a beat.

“So, how is Europe treating you?" YN asked.

"Well, we’re in Stockholm right now, you know how it is," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice, “people are very… tall and morally upstanding."

"And how is everyone doing?" she inquired nonchalantly, though her curiosity lingered beneath the surface.

"Good," he replied, but there was a moment of hesitation before he continued, "Jungkookie’s doing okay, I guess." YN almost sighed in relief, grateful that Jimin had spared her the need to ask.

"You guess?" she pressed, sensing his uncertainty.

“Was Hobi unavailable today?” he asked.

YN winced. She had been found out. She usually talked to Hoseok about Jungkook stuff. Of course she did, Hobi was one of her closest friends. Only, after a while, he had called her out on her shit and told her that she should have the balls to ask for news herself. You do know you won’t be friends again if you don’t try and talk to each other from time to time, right? She'd been pretty much in the dark ever since.

A heavy silence lingered between them before the boy broke it, "You saw the articles, didn’t you?"

YN didn’t reply, but her silence spoke volumes. There had been a bunch of articles in the press lately, and a lot of fans on social media expressing concern over the looks and demeanor of BTS’s maknae.

“Well, you know,” Jimin continued, his tone reassuring, “he has been a little more off than usual. Then again, it’s hard to know if it’s the touring schedule that’s getting to him.”

She sighed inwardly, wishing she’d had the courage to pick up the phone and dial Jungkook's number. She had wanted to reach out so many times but was always held back.

Just then, a commotion erupted in the background, the distant sound of voices and laughter coming through in indistinct snippets.

"Hey, I got YN on the phone over here," Jimin declared to whoever was there. YN's heart skipped a beat as she realized that other members had joined, their boisterous greetings suddenly echoing through the phone.

“YN, I HAVE A NEW VIKING HELMET TO SHOW YOU!” Tae, of course.

“Tae stole my helmet after he lost his, actually.” And there was Joonie.

Suddenly, a voice, rough around the edges yet achingly familiar pierced through the chaotic backdrop of their conversation.

"Hi, superstar."

Her breath caught in her throat at the sound.

"Hey, Jungkook," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She heard the click of a door on the other end of the line and quiet finally returned. They were alone. "So, what's the occasion?” Jungkook asked casually, “Don’t tell me you’re missing us already."

Her lips curved into a wistful smile at his playful tone, "Oh, you know, just wondering when I’ll get to see your faces again," she replied, "if you ever come back to America, that is."

His laughter echoed through the phone, a comforting sound that washed over her like a soothing balm. "Yeah, who knows when that’ll happen," he admitted, the weariness of their never-ending tour evident in his tone. "Don’t worry, though," he added, "your favorite band will probably play the city of angels soon enough."

A grin tugged at her lips as she teased, "Are the Beatles planning a reunion?"

Jungkook's laughter filled the air once more. "Oh, come on," he chuckled. "And then they wonder why we’re taking the long way home," he mumbled, his words laced with mock-offence. In that moment, as their laughter mingled, she felt a sense of peace wash over her.

"For real though," she said, her smile softening as she spoke, "you should come by sometime.”

"Meh,” he shrugged, his tone nonchalant, “California weather isn’t really my cup of tea."

Of course, she thought with a hint of amusement. He never liked the dry heat. Always complained about it. The boys used to joke that it was the Busan in him. You can take the man out of the city, but not the city out of the man, right?

Still, YN wasn’t discouraged. They'd always found a way to make the best of it before. They could do whatever they'd want. They could hit up all the old places, reminisce about the good times. Maybe throw a rager of a party, get his favorite liquor off the top shelf and dance 'til dawn. Like old times. LA had many flaws, but it had always been a great time touring there with the boys.

"Come on," she insisted, her voice gentle yet persuasive. "I’ll even pick you guys up from the airport."

"Princess treatment, huh?" he teased, "Tempting."

There was a beat of silence. This was her shot.

"So," she said softly, her voice betraying a hint of apprehension. "Everything's alright with you?"

“Didn’t get the dirt from Hobi, huh?” he taunted.

“Answer the question, punk,” she replied gently.

"Yeah, yeah,” he replied, his tone casual and breezy, “everything's been great."

YN played with the sand absentmindedly. She wished she could tell him that he didn't have to act all strong and cool with her all the time. She wished she could only reassure him that she would always think the world of him, always see him as the brightest of the brightest stars. No matter what.

But instead, she remained silent, her words trapped within the confines of her mind.

"What about you?" Jungkook's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Caught off guard by the sudden shift in focus, she found herself faced with yet another dilemma. There was plenty new with her. Too much, perhaps. Or too much for small talk over the phone, at least.

"Well, you know,” she replied with a forced nonchalance, “same old, same old."

“Oh," he paused, "okay.”

She winced at his noticeable disappointment, knowing she was keeping him at arm's length, too. On top of being a coward she was a hypocrite.

"Hey,” she interjected, changing the topic in an attempt to lighten the mood, “guess where I am right now."

"Oh, I’m not falling for that one" he chuckled, his amusement evident even through the phone. She once had a habit of ending up in the most unexpected of places, much to the group’s amusement and occasional frustration.

"It's nothing like that, Jeon," she reassured him, a small smile playing on her lips as she thought back to their past adventures.

"Well, go on then," he urged, curiosity piqued.

“That little beach in Santa Monica,” she revealed, waiting for his reaction.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and she couldn't help but wonder if he remembered. After all, there had been many beaches over the years, and the beach bars hadn't exactly helped them keep track of them all.

"The one right across from Jack’s," she added, hoping to jog his memory.

“Aw shit,” Jungkook blurted out, “the one where Tae-?”

“That’s the one,” she confirmed with a chuckle.

Yeah, it had been quite a night for them. A soft smile played on her lips as memories flooded back with vivid clarity. Drinking and dancing on the beach, the salt on her skin, and the pink cocktail umbrellas in her hair.

Jungkook had drunkenly written out a love declaration on the wet sand, to which she had responded with a nauseous heave, both from how horribly cheesy the gesture was and from the alcohol churning in her stomach.

Only it was Taehyung who had ended up bearing the brunt of their drunken escapade, his stomach unable to handle the excesses of the night. She remembered the sight of him retching into the sand, the clear water tainted with vibrant hues of Tequila Sunrise.

“Any remains?” Jungkook asked, his tone light but tinged with curiosity. She found herself wondering whether he was referring to the remnants of Tae's unfortunate mishap or to his own words carved in the sand. She shook off the thought.

“No,” she shook her head, “seems the tide took care of it.”

“Lucky for us,” he remarked.

“Yep,” she echoed, “lucky for us.”

There was a brief moment of silence between them.

“So, are you taking a day off to call old friends while you work on your tan?” Jungkook inquired, breaking the silence.

“Uh, well- not really,” YN replied, her voice faltering slightly. “I’m here for, uh, it’s- like- like a work thing.”

“Oh shit,” he began, “well, I don’t want to hold you up-”

“No, no, it’s fine,” she interjected quickly, not wanting to end the conversation just yet, “I’ve got plenty of tim-”

"Y/N, time for your closeup!" a booming voice interrupted her, and YN's head snapped to the side to see the director in the distance, holding a megaphone.

"…You were saying?" she could practically hear Jungkook's smirk, and he could practically see her eyeroll.

"Okay," she mumbled reluctantly. "Rain check?"

"For sure," he agreed, "you haven’t even gotten to tell me what’s new with you."

"Right," she said, waving to the filming crew to signal she’d be there in a moment.

There was another moment of silence. They’d never been any good at saying goodbye.

"I meant it, by the way," she said suddenly, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Huh?" Jungkook replied.

"If you come back to California, you should hit me up," she reiterated.

She heard him sigh gently. "Alright,” he said, his tone soft and warm. “I’ll catch you on the flip side, superstar."

"Catch you on the flip side, playboy," she replied, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips as she hung up the phone.

She got up, brushing the sand off her robe as she made her way towards the set.

As she approached, her heart skipped a beat when she saw pretty-boy hopping towards her, his sparkling green eyes lighting up at the sight of her.

"There you are, love!" he exclaimed, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around in a whirl of excitement.

"There I am," she replied with a smile, her heart fluttering at the warmth of his embrace.

"Thanks again” he said, “for doing this, I mean," he continued with a radiant smile.

"Are you kidding? You couldn’t keep me away if you tried," she beamed. “And you’re not shooting my face, anyway, right? So, it’s not like anybody will recognize me," she added with a playful wink, slipping off her robe to reveal her bikini and handing it to one of the stylists.

He eyed her with a gentle grin, admiration evident in his gaze."Alright, I'll swing by craft service, and I'll be right back. You do your thing, love," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I trust you." With a final smile, he headed off, leaving her to prepare for the shoot ahead.

She was quickly ushered to the filming spot, where she was briefed on the various angles the director had in mind as the stylists worked on final touch-ups.

"Not a bad day to be Y/N, huh?" a makeup artist declared with a knowing grin.

Caught off guard by the comment, YN hummed inquisitively, "Uh?"

"Well, it's not every day your boyfriend writes a hit song about you," the makeup artist elaborated with a wink.

“Oh,” YN nodded, "right."

As she looked to the horizon, her mind involuntarily drifted to the countless songs another boy had written and sang about her, what felt like ages ago. Most of them had never seen the light of day, let alone the inside of a recording studio; destined to remain tucked away tenderly in the corners of her memory, along with images of messy sheets and late-night drives. But that soft, gentle voice echoed in her mind, still.

“Totally,” she added with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

After a moment, the styling team scattered. The music started playing and the cameras finally began to roll.

“Tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening…”

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Guess who’s baaaaack???? Hope you all liked it! Please interact lol, I am desperate for any reaction at all. Help a girl out, army. Xxx

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ugotnojamzzz · 6 months

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where did you go 😭

I knowww, I'm sorry, I'm experiencing a bit of writer's block currently, and my post-grad studies are kicking my ass like you wouldn't believe. I'm trying to write the pieces of the puzzle but the inspiration is very much lacking. I think I'll soon post some chapters from different fics, though (like, in my mind, all my fics posted here so far are part of one long painful storyline, so it's the same people just different times in their lives).

Stay tuned my friend

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ugotnojamzzz · 7 months

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i just read wip and it is so good! it was written like a romantic dramedy film and i really liked how mature everyone was. you're a great writer and give vivid imagery without overdoing the details. if you don't mind me saying this, the only things i wasn't keen on were physical characteristics about y/n, like her blushing bc not all skin types show blushing. that can be substituted w "her cheeks felt warm" or something if you wanted y/n to be inclusive to your readers

i'm excited for the sequel! also, i read mistake, and i have to ask, is h/n meant to be harry styles? guessing bc his sister is gemma, they live in london, and he's a singer lol

Aw thank you, I'm so glad you liked it!

Thanks for the feedback and the tip, I will definitely keep that in mind! Although if I have some some other slips in the future, please know it's really not done on purpose.

As for Mistake, yes, lol, you caught me, girl. Y/N's husband was originally supposed to be Harry Styles, but then I figured it might not be everyone's jam, so I changed the name to H/N before posting while still keeping the other detail. To be fair I might just eventually go for it because I have a bunch of drafts in which it just gets more and more obvious that that's who H/N is supposed to be.

Thank you for interacting!!

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ugotnojamzzz · 7 months

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Work in Progress Pt.5

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

The lively wedding celebration continued in full swing, with music and laughter filling the air. However, amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Jungkook noticed Y/N's absence and couldn't resist the urge to look for her, against his better judgement.

He knew her well enough to predict where he might find her, especially with the view from the window that revealed her elegant backless dress. He stepped onto the balcony, the chill of the night instantly hitting him. "Aren't you freezing out here?" he inquired, his breath forming a faint mist in the cold air.

Y/N, her figure silhouetted against the backdrop of the night, turned to look at him. She held out the snifter glass in her hand, swirling the amber liquid within, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I have my new friend Brandy to keep me warm," she replied with a wry smile. Jungkook ambled to the edge of the balcony, his fingers drumming nervously against the balustrade as he sought to break the silence.

"Hey there, listen—" he began, but his words faltered as he noticed her covering her face, her shoulders trembling. It wasn't clear whether she was crying until a sudden burst of laughter escaped her, echoing through the night. Jungkook could hardly hide his confusion, "what's so funny?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I'm— I'm sorry," she managed between giggles. "I just... I can't believe they asked us of all people to make a toast at this wedding," she said, wiping her eyes. "I mean, isn't it stupid?" Y/N laughed, her mirth infectious.

"Yeah," Jungkook agreed, "I guess it is a bit stupid," suddenly unable to hold back his own nervous laughter any longer.

"I mean, if we had any idea what the key to a long-lasting marriage was, we probably wouldn't be here right now," Y/N continued, holding her sides as she shook with laughter. They both looked like complete maniacs from afar but they didn’t care. "Anyway," she carried on after a while, her laughter subsiding, "shouldn't you be with your date?"

Jungkook's smile faded slightly as he admitted, "She left early, had a bit of a headache."

Y/N recalled the restroom encounter from earlier, the awkwardness lingering between them. "God, yeah," she said with a nervous chuckle. "That... might be my fault. I sort of—"

"I know, she told me," Jungkook confessed, his gaze softening.

"I'm so sorry," Y/N apologized sincerely, her voice filled with regret. "I honestly don't know what came over me. You know how I can get after a few glasses—"

"It's okay," Jungkook reassured her, cutting her off gently. "I should be the one apologizing, really. I was a jerk earlier."

"No, I mean— you’re allowed not to want to tell m-" Y/N began, her voice filled with understanding.

"But I do," Jungkook continued sincerely, as he looked at her with warmth in his eyes.

“Y-you do?” She asked, surprised.

"I mean, I'm not gonna pretend it'll be easy, but- we were friends before we were anything more, and I- I miss that." He looked down, his lips pursed at his own unexpected confession. But it was all true. Losing her was one thing, losing his best friend was another. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a glimmer in her eyes.

"Me too," she admitted, her voice softening.

"I guess we'll just have to figure things out," Jungkook said with determination, the tension slowly dissipating. He was right, their friend group was too close-knit and navigating the remaining awkwardness from their history had been way too much. Both knew they would need to put it all behind somehow.

"Right," Y/N agreed, a sense of optimism filling the space between them. "So, tell me, what's been going on in our Golden Maknae's life lately?"

As they continued to converse, the balcony became a haven of shared laughter and excitement. It felt like a slice of their past, reminiscent of the days when they were inseparable. The topics ranged from the mundane to the profound, and for a while, the world outside the balcony ceased to exist.

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, the topic of Minju's pregnancy inevitably arose. Unspoken sorrow lingered in the air, a shared knowledge of their past and the unspoken pain that accompanied it. Their eyes met, and for a moment.

"They're gonna be great parents," Y/N said softly, with voice tinged with both happiness and sadness, and a bright smile Jungkook could see right through.

"They are," Jungkook agreed, a mixture of emotions playing in his eyes as they exchanged a knowing glance, the unspoken chapters of their intertwined stories looming large between them.

As Y/N scanned the room from the balcony, her keen eyes locked onto Jimin, who was stealthily making his way back towards the reception area after his mysterious absence. Her lips curled into a sly grin, and there was an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, hell no," she muttered under her breath, her voice growing louder with each word as she stormed back inside. "No, No, No, Jimin-ah, don't you dare run away from me!" Jimin, sensing the impending storm of Y/N's wrath, attempted a quick escape, his agility and grace in his finely tailored suit no match for her determination.

He turned, attempting to join the reception area, but Y/N's accusative finger pointed straight at him, and there was no escaping her fury. "You!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with both indignation and playful annoyance. "You are the worst wingman on earth! I can't believe you'd pull that crap! 'Gallantry's my middle name' my ass!"

Jimin, the epitome of charm even in the face of impending retribution, adopted an innocent expression. "Y/N, my love," he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated sincerity, "don't be mad. It's not my fault I'm irresistible in a suit. I'm like a chick-magnet. There was virtually nothing I could do!"

"For two hours?" Y/N shot back incredulously. "Couldn't you just have a quickie like a normal person?"

Jimin grinned mischievously, his playful banter unwavering. "What can I say? I'm a giver."

"You complete buffoon," Y/N retorted, her annoyance melting into amusement. "You owe me."

"Argh, don't be like that," Jimin pleaded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, crossing her arms. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink," he winked.

"It's an open bar, Jimin." She answered, flashing a faux-grateful smile.

"Can I perhaps interest you in a tender kiss, then?" he teased, leaning in with a playful pout. Rolling her eyes, Y/N gave in with a chuckle.

"Ugh, fine, a drink it is."

"Gin Martini?"

"Better make it a double," she warned him.

"Right away, Milady," Jimin said with a faux-French accent, "As it pleases Milady, I only live to serve Milady." He walked away, theatrically bowing, and in a moment of poetic justice, he managed to crash into a waiter, causing a cascade of trays to topple precariously. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle before turning back to Jungkook, who was still out on the balcony.

"You coming?" she called out to him.

Jungkook, watching the humorous exchange with an amused smile, shook his head. "I'll catch up with you guys later," he replied, content to remain on the balcony for a while longer, savoring the solitude and the cool night air.

Jungkook stood there on the balcony, the soft breeze rustling his hair as he contemplated his unexpected conversation with Y/N. Time seemed to slow down, the minutes stretching into moments of tranquil reflection. Talking to her had been oddly comforting. Despite their tumultuous past and the undeniable fact that their romantic union was over, he couldn't deny the nostalgia that their interaction had stirred within him. They had shared so much – laughter, secrets, and countless memories. The highs and lows of their relationship were etched into his heart. Their messy divorce had served as a painful reminder of their irreconcilable differences, but the past year and a half had been an ongoing challenge. Navigating their shared friend group had been an awkward dance, each encounter weighed down by unspoken tension.

Yet, as Jungkook gazed out into the night, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of a fresh start. Perhaps this unexpected encounter could pave the way for a new chapter in their lives. A chance for them to coexist comfortably within their circle of friends, unburdened by the lingering awkwardness that had plagued them. He knew it wouldn't be simple. Their journey had been marred by heartache, misunderstandings, and emotional turmoil. But as he leaned against the balustrade, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they were turning a corner—a chance to breathe freely in each other's presence, a tentative step toward healing old wounds.

As Jungkook finally headed back towards the reception hall, lost in his thoughts, he was greeted by a peculiar sound that snapped him back to reality. The boisterous voices of Yoongi and Taehyung grew louder as he approached the hall's entrance. With a mixture of curiosity and bemusement, he stepped through the doors, and what he saw was nothing short of absurd.

Yoongi and Taehyung, usually composed and collected and cool, were now swaying arm in arm, belting out the lyrics to a nostalgic ballad as if their lives depended on it. Their voices wavering in and out of tune, but their enthusiasm infectious.

Turning his attention, Jungkook spotted Jin-hyung in the midst of an impromptu dance battle with a random kid, no older than 12. Jin's tie had somehow found its way around his forehead, adding a touch of eccentricity to his passionate moves. Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Ah, Jin-hyung.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the hall, oblivious to the uproarious commotion, Namjoon and Minju were lost in their own little world. Their eyes were locked, and they swayed gently to the music, wrapped up in the bubble of their love. They’re going to be fine, Jungkook thought.

"Jesus, Jimin-ssi, keep it PG, will you?" a voice suddenly rang, drawing laughter from those nearby. Jungkook’s head whipped to the side, only for him to catch sight of none other than Jimin, perched precariously atop a table, in the midst of an energetic, and wildly too suggestive dance performance. It was clear he had overexerted himself, evidenced by the conspicuous rip in his pants. Y/N and Hobi were desperately trying to coax him off the table, their hands raised in a plea for him to descend.

Hoseok, trying to maintain some semblance of order, added his voice to the mix, his tone half-joking and half-serious. "Jimin-ah, get down- Ji- don’t make me call Mrs. Kim over, ‘cause I will!" He threatened, eyeing Jimin's antics with a mix of exasperation and fondness. Jungkook couldn't help but shake his head, thoroughly entertained by the scene.

He watched for a moment, wondering if he should intervene, but before he could decide, Y/N called out to him with a playful smile.

"Jungkook-ah! Are you going to help out, or do I need to beg?" Her voice carried a hint of amusement, and Jungkook couldn't resist joining in the merriment.

Yes, he thought, they were going to be just fine.

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Hope you liked it!! I'll be posting some more soon, Please interact! xxx

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ugotnojamzzz · 7 months

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Work in Progress Pt.4

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

After the awkward encounter on the dance floor, Y/N returned to her table with a heavy heart. She sought solace in the crystal-clear flute of champagne that sat elegantly on the table. Her delicate fingers clutched the slender stem as she took a generous sip, the effervescence of the bubbly liquid offering her a momentary escape.

The party around her was still in full swing, the rhythm of laughter and music filling the air. Y/N couldn't help but join in the celebration, allowing herself to be swept up in the festivities. She let Hobi drag her back to the dance floor and their laughter resonated everywhere as they twirled and spun. She also shared moments with Namjoon and Minju, showering her closest friends with well-wishes and heartfelt congratulations.

Despite the lingering discomfort from her encounter with Jungkook, Y/N was determined to make the most of the evening. However, as the night wore on and the champagne continued to flow, Y/N found herself needing a moment alone.

She excused herself, gracefully navigating her way through the jubilant crowd, and headed towards the bathroom. Inside the lavishly adorned restroom, she stood before the mirror, gazing at her reflection with a hint of weariness in her eyes. Her makeup needed a touch-up. Just as she was putting finishing touches of lipstick, she heard the soft sound of running water. Turning her head slightly, she noticed a figure at the sink out of the corner of her eye.

It was Jungkook's date, who was washing her hands with a composed demeanor. This unexpected encounter was filled with an unspoken discomfort. Y/N's heart raced as she pondered whether to acknowledge the girl’s presence or simply continue with her own preparations. The room seemed to shrink around them, and the atmosphere was charged with a strange mix of curiosity and discomfort.

In the dimly lit bathroom, the tension was palpable. As their finally eyes met in the mirror, Y/N had no choice but to try and make the encounter less awkward. "It's okay," Y/N assured, offering a reassuring smile, "you're fine, don't worry. Just because you're here with Jungkook doesn't mean I'm planning your assassination."

A faint smile flickered across the girl's face, and she muttered a hesitant, "Sorry." Y/N noticed a hint of embarrassment and shyness in the girl's demeanor. Her eyes fell on Y/N's purse, and she pointed at it, "Makeup." She remarked, "Smart. I didn't bring any."

Without hesitation, Y/N took a step toward the girl, and gently grabbed her jaw, "here, let me," she offered, applying a touch of her lipstick to the girl's lips. Once she was done, her fingers brushed against the girl's hair, "You're pretty," Y/N complimented sincerely, her voice softening. Curious about the girl, Y/N decided to engage in conversation. "Your name is?"

"Jia, Miss. Y/L/N," came the girl's response, laden with a sense of formality that seemed out of place in this intimate setting. Y/N's demeanor shifted, her tone becoming colder as she addressed the girl.

"Honey, you're fucking my ex-husband," she pointed out the obvious, her words carrying a hint of bitterness. "I think you can call me by my first name." Jia's face immediately registered a mix of surprise and disappointment, her earlier shyness giving way to a sense of unease. Y/N realized her harsh words had hit harder than intended, and she backtracked hastily, her voice tinged with regret. "Shit, no wait, I'm... I'm sorry," Y/N stumbled over her words, her gaze sincere. "I've had a few drinks, and it looks like I'm a mean drunk tonight, but... I'm not a mean person, I swear. I'm really not. Anyway, I'm sure you're a very nice girl, and we'll get along great when I'm sober." She offered a small, apologetic smile, “You should probably go back out there”

As Jia left the bathroom, Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, her reflection seemingly scrutinizing the choices and words of the evening. She let out a barely audible, self-deprecating whisper, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Just as she contemplated her actions, the sound of a door opening caught her attention. Y/N turned to see Minju emerging from one of the stalls, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Girl," the glowing bride said with a playful shake of her head, her voice carrying a mixture of amusement and sympathy. She approached Y/N and offered a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "It happens to the best of us. Just chalk it up to wedding nerves and champagne." Y/N couldn't help but smile at her best friend's understanding. Minju always had a way of lightening the mood and making her feel better, even in the most awkward of situations.

"You're right," Y/N admitted with a sigh, feeling grateful for Minju's presence. "Let's get back out there and enjoy the rest of the night. No more drama, I promise."

Minju grinned and linked her arm with Y/N's as they left the bathroom together. With her friend by her side, Y/N felt more determined than ever to put the awkward encounter behind her and make the most of the celebration.

The grand reception hall was a symphony of elegance and opulence as the time arrived for the highly anticipated wedding toasts. Guests, resplendent in their formal attire, sat around the lavishly adorned tables, their eyes trained on the head table where the newlyweds, Namjoon and Minju, basked in the warm glow of their special day.

Jin, the charismatic master of ceremonies, took to the microphone with a charming grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "On this very special day, I feel it is my duty to embarrass our Namjoon-ah," he began, his voice projecting with theatrical flair. “Let me paint you a picture... The year was 2013 and mohawks were all the rage…” He embarked on a captivating storytelling journey, weaving tales of the couple's past with humor and nostalgia. The audience was immediately captivated, and peals of laughter filled the room as they hung on his every word.

Following Jin's entertaining introduction, the baton of toasting passed to Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, Namjoon’s cherished donsaengs. The dynamic trio offered a playful yet heartfelt toast with playful grins and raised glasses. "To the bride and groom!" they finished enthusiastically, "may all your ups and downs come only in the bedroom." Their words elicited uproarious laughter and a chorus of clinking glasses as guests joined in the merriment.

Next up was Yoongi and Hoseok, the sun and the moon. While Hobi, red-faced, couldn’t contain his excitement and went on and on in one of his infamous drunk ramblings, Yoongi, a man of few words and minimal emotion display, put an end to the massacre with a solemn “congratulations, brother” before dragging Hobi away.

Finally, the moment arrived for Y/N to take the spotlight. She approached the microphone with grace and poise, her presence commanding the room's attention. With a warm smile, she started her toast, acknowledging the humor of the evening. "Hello, everyone," she began, her voice a melodic cadence that drew everyone in. "I swear this is the last toast you will have to sit through tonight." Her audience chuckled in response to her lighthearted remark, and she continued. The crowd listened intently, their eyes on her, their hearts open to the sentiments she was about to share.

“As the person who introduced these two wonderful people to each other, I’ve had the privilege to know them both separately, before I’ve known them together. I’ve witnessed the sneaky glances and the secret pining, the horrible flirting and, yes, the repulsively intense PDA of the early days,” she giggled. “I’ve watched these two fall in love the way a river carves its path through mountains. Slow and steady, always secure, never once changing its course. I’ve watched as they changed each other for the better and, like most of you here tonight, I’ve had the privilege of knowing, as I watch Namjoon’s dimples show every time Minju walks in the room, what it is like to truly be in the presence of love.”

"Love-” she exhaled shakily, “is a force of nature," she carried on, her voice rich with emotion, "a wondrous and mysterious thing that will bring two souls together in the most unexpected ways." Jungkook, seated among the guests, couldn't help but feel the weight of her words. His eyes flickered to hers for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history they both knew. Y/N continued, her gaze unwavering, "It is not just about the grand gestures or the heart-stopping moments. It's about the small, everyday acts of kindness and understanding that make life together truly special." The room was filled with nods of agreement and quiet murmurs of appreciation. Y/N's words resonated with everyone present, touching their hearts deep. "It's about the laughter that fills your home," Y/N continued softly, "and the comfort of knowing that you have a partner with whom you can share both your dreams and fears." Her teary gaze unconsciously drifted to meet Jungkook’s, and in that moment, it was as if the world around them disappeared, leaving only the unspoken connection between them. She blinked a shy tear away, looking back towards the bride and groom, her eyes shimmering with sincerity.

“So, in this spirit,” she resumed, “I would like to, for the last time tonight, raise a glass to Namjoon and Minju and the beautiful adventure they are about to embark upon together," she raised the delicate glass in her hand, “I can think of no two people better prepared for the journey." The guests joined in the toast, their glasses clinking together in celebration. Jungkook, too, raised his glass, his eyes never leaving Y/N's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

As Y/N's words faded into the warm embrace of the gathering, the festivities resumed, promising stories yet to be told and memories yet to be made.

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Masterlist

Updated Oct. 1st 2023

Jungkook x Reader

Mistake (ongoing)

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook

Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man.

Mistake Pt.1

Mistake Pt.2

Mistake Pt.3

Work in Progress (done)

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Work in Progress Pt.1

Work in Progress Pt.2

Work in Progress Pt.3

Work in Progress Pt.4

Work in Progress Pt.5

Bad Idea, Right? (Sequel to WiP) Coming...

Bad Idea, Right? Pt.1

Bad Idea Right? Pt. 2

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ugotnojamzzz · 7 months

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Work in Progress Pt.3

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

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The ceremony unfolded flawlessly, each word of the heartfelt vows exchanged between Namjoon and Minju resonating throughout the venue. Not a dry eye could be found among the guests, as the genuine love and emotion in the air enveloped them all. With their union sealed, the wedding party and guests joyfully made their way to the reception venue.

The reception venue was a sight to behold, a testament to Namjoon and Minju’s smart taste. Gilded chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm and romantic glow over the room. Tables were adorned with exquisite floral arrangements and silverware arranged with meticulous precision. The dance floor in the center beckoned to those eager to celebrate. The overall atmosphere exuded class and sophistication.

As the evening progressed, the planning continued to impress. Course after course of delicious food was served, each dish a culinary masterpiece. The servers moved gracefully between tables, ensuring that every guest's wine glass was filled. As the sumptuous dishes kept coming, Jin couldn't hide his excitement, taking pictures of every plate. He leaned over to Yoongi, whispering, "I've been looking forward to this all day!"

The hall buzzed with laughter and conversation as guests mingled under the soft glow of the evening. Yoongi, usually the epitome of stoicism, found himself sharing a string of hilarious anecdotes about Namjoon from the early days, leaving his entire table in stitches, laughter echoing through the room. As for Hoseok, the life of the party, he was busy orchestrating an impromptu show with Taehyung and Jimin, his infectious energy pulling everyone onto the dance floor.

Y/N was seated elegantly at her table, her eyes twinkling with mirth as she watched the guests sway to the rhythmic tunes on the dance floor. Her radiant smile played at the corners of her lips as she soaked in the joyous atmosphere. The room itself seemed to shimmer with the soft glow of golden chandeliers, casting a warm and intimate ambiance that complemented the enchanting evening.

Her reverie was abruptly interrupted as Eunhyuk, the ever-so-vigilant wedding planner’s assistant, stormed towards her. He was a whirlwind of energy and efficiency in his mission. "Ah, wonderful, just the one I was looking for," he declared with a commanding presence. "Come on, up! Up! Up! It's time for some bridesmaid dancing photos."

Y/N shifted in her seat, "Oh, sure, my groomsman is- uh... " she began, her gaze sweeping across the room only to find Jimin missing, “somewhere in this building?"

Eunhyuk, undeterred, reassured her, "It's alright, we'll find you a dance partner in the blink of an eye." His keen eyes scanned the room before he called out, "Jungkook-ah! Come over here!"

Y/N's nerves crept in as her ex-husband, Jungkook, looked their way. She tried to dissuade the situation, her voice wavering slightly. "Oh, I really don't think that's necessary." But Eunhyuk brushed off her concerns.

"Nonsense," he insisted, calling out some more. "Jungkook-ah! Y/N here is in need of a dance partner. I'm sure you—"

"I insist," Y/N interjected, her voice barely above a whisper. She subtly grabbed the man's arm, attempting to convey the urgency of the situation, a forced smile on her face.

"I'm sorry, Miss Y/N," he explained, his voice carrying a note of urgency as Jungkook reached her table, "but Mrs. Kim told me I would burn in the deepest pit of hell if the pictures were any less than perfect." He shrugged helplessly. "Now, I'm not an idiot. I know Mrs. Kim doesn't actually control who does and doesn't burn in hell, but…" Y/N followed his gaze, their eyes settling on Namjoon’s mother, the imposing figure overseeing the reception with a tight expression on her face.

"There is something about those eyes, isn't there?" Y/N mused, her voice tinged with wry humor.

Sighing in resignation, Jungkook held out his hand to his ex-wife. "Come on," he said with a hint of amusement, their eyes finally meeting, "we wouldn't want to be responsible for the poor man's eternal damnation, would we?"

A surprised smirk tugged at Y/N's lips as she accepted his hand. Rising to her feet, she looked back at Eunhyuk, who was bowing, silently mouthing a 'thank you.'

With Jungkook's hand settled firmly on the small of her back, they gracefully made their way to the dance floor, ready to create a moment that would be etched into the wedding's memories.

The dance floor beckoned, bathed in the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights, as Jungkook and Y/N moved to the rhythm of the music, transcending the complexities of their past with each graceful step. As Jungkook and Y/N swayed to the soft, melodic rhythm, the world around them seemed to fade into the background. Dancing with each other felt oddly familiar, like slipping into a well-worn pair of shoes. Yet, their eyes didn't meet, and not a word was exchanged between them. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken memories, their shared history hanging heavy in the air.

Jungkook finally broke the heavy silence, his voice barely above a whisper, "You look great." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice.

"Thanks," she said glancing down, a soft shade of red coloring her cheeks. His smirk didn't go unnoticed, as it was clear that, even after everything, he still had the power to affect her. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she managed to respond, before allowing silence to envelop them once more. Before she could stop herself, more words tumbled out, "Your date looks cute too."

The uneasiness in Jungkook's body was palpable as he visibly tensed. He let out a sigh, his voice laced with uncertainty, "I know, I'm sorry. I just... I didn't know whether you'd—"

"Hey," Y/N interrupted gently, her shy smile returning, "No need to apologize. I was just teasing.” They continued to dance in silence, but Y/N couldn't bear it for long. Understanding the discomfort she had caused, she tried to ease the tension. "She does though... look cute, I mean," she ventured, her voice carrying a subtle hint of mischief. Her words hung in the air, met with a resounding silence that made the pair uncomfortable, she carried on “How long have-”

“Can we not- do this?” he cut her off, his tone uncharacteristically harsh. He cleared his throat and glanced away. His unease was evident. "I just- I’d rather not talk about these things with you," he finally admitted, his voice carrying a note of vulnerability.

Understanding his discomfort, Y/N nodded in agreement. Before she could utter another word, the song came to an end. Jungkook, with an air of finality, let go of her waist and hand. She opened her mouth to say something more, a fleeting thought on her lips, but Jungkook beat her to it. "The song's over," he declared abruptly, his voice firm, before stepping away from her. Y/N was left standing in the middle of the dance floor, momentarily dumbfounded, as the music faded into the background, carrying with it the unspoken emotions that still lingered between them.

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ugotnojamzzz · 7 months

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Work in Progress Pt.2

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

"So," Y/N spoke up, her expression blank as they all observed the unfolding scene; a lovely young woman being gently guided to one of the pews by none other than her ex-husband. "Jungkook brought a date."

Jin, standing nearby, couldn't hide his surprised expression. "You didn't know?"

Y/N's annoyance was palpable as she replied, "Well, how on earth would I know if none of you guys told me? It's not like he and I stay up all night chatting on the phone."

Hobi, always the peacemaker, offered a conciliatory comment. "Sorry, we didn't think you'd mind."

"I don't. I just—a heads-up would've been nice," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with frustration. Her gaze shifted to the floor in an attempt to conceal her agitation. "Anyway, it's all good. Did you manage to get Minju's uncle from the airport, this morning?" she asked Jin, trying to change the topic to their wedding missions.

"Yep, he's currently sat third row," the conversation continued to flow freely in the group, as awkwardness subsided, leaving room for excitement.

Jimin, noticing Y/N still appeared lost in thought after a little while nudged her discreetly, "you okay?" Y/N looked up, her sulking expression fading.

"Of course, I just- kinda wish I'd brought a date now," she admitted with a playful pout. Jimin, always ready to be the gallant one, seized the opportunity.

"Well, it looks like Soojun stood me up anyway. I'll be your date, Milady." Y/N's eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Sure, a pity date, now that doesn't make me feel pathetic," she replied, her tone dripping with irony.

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm a freaking catch," Jimin declared with mock indignation. Before the banter could continue, a member of security entered the room.

"Jimin, there's some girl at the entrance saying she's your date. Name's Sooji, but she's not on the list."

"Sooji?" Jimin repeated, a hint of confusion in his tone. "I could've sworn her name was Soojun. Anyway, yeah, let her in, Woo."

Y/N interrupted the exchange, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Uh? What happened to you being my date?" Jimin grinned playfully, his ego momentarily unchecked.

"Well, I can't help it. I'm so popular among the ladies."

"You—" Y/N began, but her words were abruptly cut off by Namjoon, who had decided to intervene in their banter.

"Alright,” he stated firmly, his gaze shifting between Y/N and Jimin, “not happening. I'm not having one of your flings in my wedding pictures."

"She's not a fling," Jimin defended himself, his tone more serious. "I'll have you know we shared a very special weekend, and Soojun may just-."

"Sooji," Yoongi corrected, interjecting with a sly smile.

"Sooji," Jimin repeated, his eyes closing in frustration, knowing he had just undermined his entire point, "Sooji may just be the love of my life," he recovered, as Y/N offered a knowing smile.

"Whatever, Jimin-ah. Woo," Namjoon addressed the security guard, "do not let that girl in." A brief pause followed, a moment of uncertainty hanging in the air. Then, through a window, they all saw it—a girl, wearing a scandalously revealing dress, was being dragged away by security. Her screams filled the air, creating a chaotic scene that sharply contrasted with the elegant ambiance of the venue.

Everyone in the room turned to look at Jimin, their expressions a mix of amusement and resigned familiarity. Jimin had a reputation for attracting unconventional partners, and this time was no different. "What?" Jimin asked, adopting an innocent expression as he met their gazes. "It's not my fault I have terrible taste in women."

"Alright, everyone, please get in position," Eunhyuk's voice interrupted the prevailing silence. He strode forward, his sweeping hands guiding the wedding party into formation. "Every groomsman, stand next to your bridesmaid." Everyone complied without hesitation, aligning themselves into a neat line, with Jimin standing right beside Y/N.

Amidst the anticipation, Y/N broke the silence, her voice a hushed whisper. "So," she began, her gaze fixed on the approaching ceremony, "how long have they been together?" Jimin, momentarily taken aback by the question, furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Huh?" he asked, his attention now on Y/N.

"Jungkook and his date," Y/N clarified, her curiosity piqued.

Jimin offered a shrug, "I'm not sure," he admitted with a thoughtful expression. "It's probably not too serious, though." Their conversation was almost immediately derailed by Taehyung speaking out from behind them.

"I mean," he began, "he did bring her to Namjoon-hyung's wedding so—ouch!" Jimin had swiftly stepped back on Tae's foot, effectively cutting off any further discussion. A deadly glare followed to emphasize his point; the action accompanied by a reassuring squeeze of Y/N's arm. It was an unconscious gesture, a silent message of comfort passing between friends.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Jimin's protective antics. "Oh my," she remarked, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Will you cut it out? I'm fine. It's good to see he's moved on. It's great, in fact. It just feels weird, you know, seeing him with someone else."

Just as Y/N spoke, Jungkook approached, moving with a sense of purpose. He positioned himself right in front of the pair, standing beside his assigned bridesmaid.

"Hey," he greeted Y/N with a slight nod, his voice soft and friendly.

"Hi," Y/N replied in a shy breath.

Eunhyuk seized the moment of silence to regain control of the situation. "Alright, everybody," he announced with authority, "it's time." His words echoed with a sense of urgency. "Groom and best man, let's get you to the altar." He quickly herded Namjoon and Jin into the venue, ensuring they were on their way. Turning his attention back to the wedding party, he continued, "As for the wedding party, every groomsman stick to his bridesmaid. And please remember, Mrs. Kim will have my head if the pictures aren't perfect, so look alive, people. This isn't a wake."

The anticipation in the room was palpable as the wedding party prepared for the beginning of the ceremony.

Jimin couldn't resist a teasing comment as he noticed Y/N's towering heels. "Gee, could your heels be any higher? I look like an imp next to you."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "You're still taller than me."

"By like, half and inch," Jimin replied with a sly grin. He paused briefly before adding, "Maybe you could switch with this- delightful young woman over here." His eyes playfully lingered on Jungkook's assigned bridesmaid, suggesting mischief.

Y/N immediately tensed, perfectly manicured nails painfully clutching Jimin’s bicep as she harshly whispered, "say another word, and I swear you'll get my very high heels somewhere you do not want them."

“Message received,” he mumbled with a smirk.

As the string quartet began to play, a hauntingly beautiful melody filled the air, and everyone's shoulders straightened as the grand doors leading into the venue swung open.

Showtime.

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ugotnojamzzz · 7 months

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Work in progress. Pt.1

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader (Y/N)

Genre: light angst, exhusband!Jungkook

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband shows up to your mutual friends’ wedding with a date on his arm.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

Chapter soundtrack : Brutal – Olivia Rodrigo

They say these are the golden years,

But I wish i could disappear,

Ego crush is so severe.

God, it’s brutal out here.

The clicking of Y/N’s heels against the marble floor resonated throughout the hall, as she hurried towards the bridal dressing room, the silk of dress flowing behind her. Her heart was racing with anticipation. A wave of excitement washed over her when she opened the door. Before her stood Minju, looking nothing short of exquisite in her wedding gown. The soft, ivory lace cascaded around her like a waterfall, the intricate embroidery glistening in the warm glow of the room. Her hair, elegantly coiled in an intricate updo, showcased the delicate necklace adorning her neck, and her ears sparkled with the shimmering elegance of diamond earrings. She looked nothing short of ethereal.

"Knock, knock," Y/N said, her voice filled with awe as she stepped further into the room, her eyes never leaving Minju.

“Gosh, I thought you’d never get here” Minju sighed in relief as Y/N engulfed her in a comforting hug.

"I know, sorry. Jesus, you look absolutely gorgeous," Y/N couldn't help but exclaim, her admiration spilling out in a breathless whisper. "Namjoon's going to go crazy."

Minju's eyes twinkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Is he okay?" she asked, her smile slightly trembling.

"I have no idea," Y/N replied, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "I literally just got here. I figured I'd come see you first."

Minju reached out and gently grabbed Y/N's forearm, her touch grounding and comforting. "You're the best," she whispered, gratitude filling her voice.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N leaned in closer to her best friend. "So, no cold feet, I hope?"

Minju hesitated for a moment, her cheeks blushing with a hint of embarrassment. "You know," she began, "I thought I'd be a little more nervous, but really, I'm just excited."

"Good," Y/N replied, her smile genuine and reassuring.

Minju hesitated again, her words hanging in the air, "Did you…” she started before stopping herself.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curious, "What?"

But Minju quickly dismissed her question. “Nevermind,” she shook her head, turning back to the mirror, gloved hands brushing against the fabric of her gown. But Y/N had always been able to read her like an open book.

"I didn't...” she started, “feel nervous, I mean.” She grabbed her friend’s veil, laying it properly. “But then again, it was just the two of us at the time” she carried on, a soft smile grazing her lips as she remembered the intimate ceremony of her own wedding. “You, on the other hand, have over three hundred people out there waiting, so some jitters would be understandable." Minju gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze, and the conversation settled.

Suddenly the dressing room door creaked open, revealing the imposing presence of Namjoon’s mother. Her demeanor, stern and strict, as per usual. "Mrs. Kim, it's so good to see you," Y/N greeted her respectfully.

The older woman glanced at her watch, her tone holding a hint of impatience. "It's good to see you too, Y/N. I see punctuality still isn't your strong suit."

Y/N chuckled softly, not taking the comment to heart. "I'm afraid so."

Mrs. Kim turned her attention back to Minju, "You should go to the bridal suite. The rest of the wedding party is waiting."

"Yes, ma'am," Y/N replied, her tone respectful, before turning back to her best friend. "Well,” she paused, “I'll see you on the other side." Minju couldn't help but roll her eyes, as she watched Y/N walk towards the exit, "don't trip." Y/N smirked, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Oh my god, I hate you so much," Minju replied in mock annoyance.

"Right, keep telling yourself that," Y/N said jokingly, brushing past Mrs. Kim as she made her way back towards the venue’s waiting area.

Y/N's entrance sent ripples of excitement through the room. She strutted into the space where the rest of the wedding party had gathered, and her eyes lit up as she saw the boys looking over at her. Each of them looked dashing in their tailored suits and polished dress shoes, the very embodiment of elegance. "Fancy seeing you here!" Y/N's voice rang out, filled with the joy of reunion. Warm smiles greeted her, and she was engulfed in a flurry of hugs and laughter.

"Well, it's about time," Namjoon, the groom and one of Y/N's dearest friends, quipped with a playful grin, breaking the hug with Y/N.

"Sorry, I was with the bride," Y/N replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maid of honor duty, you know how it goes."

Namjoon's nervousness momentarily slipped through as he asked, "Is she okay?"

Y/N's reassurance was swift and heartfelt. "She's perfect," she replied warmly. Her eyes twinkled as she couldn't resist a tease. "And may I say, you look quite stunning, yourself, Namjoon." She playfully ruffled his nerves.

Eunhyuk, the wedding planner's assistant, strode towards the group with all the flair of a secret agent. His earpiece buzzed with activity, and a tablet clutched in his hand held the secrets to the day's events. "Alright, everybody," he declared, his gaze sweeping across the room as he mentally took attendance. "It's almost showtime, we-" a sudden realization struck him, causing a momentary pause. "Hold up a minute. Are we missing a groomsman?" he asked, sweat already making his forehead glisten. An air of perplexed impatience settled among the group.

"What the hell is he doing?" Jin muttered under his breath, casting a worried glance at his watch.

"He's said he was on his way half an hour ago,” Taehyung stated, his brows furrowing with concern as he looked down at his phone.

Suddenly, the room seemed to hold its breath. But just as tension began to mount, the missing man burst into the room. His steps were slightly hurried, perhaps a bit out of breath, but he still managed to maintain his impeccable appearance in his well-fitted suit. "I'm here! I'm here!" Jungkook announced, his voice a mix of apology and relief.

He wasted no time in hugging Namjoon quickly, who conveyed annoyance and relief simultaneously. "I know," he cut off Namjoon's impending scolding. "I'm sorry, Hyung, traffic was a nightmare." With those words, he excused himself to head inside the venue. "I'll be right back," he muttered.

As Jungkook moved away, no one could help but notice someone walking by Jungkook’s side. An awkward silence descended upon the group.

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Mistake Pt.3

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook

Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man. After one night of desperately trying to hold onto Y/N, will he get back the woman he loves, or was it all nothing but a mistake? (read previous parts to understand)

For a bit of context while I try and write what came before: Y/N is a successful singer songwriter although it’s not super relevant here. I guess you could imagine her to be American although it won’t be clearly stated, she has been really close friends with the other members, for several years especially Hoseok. She had a tumultuous yet terribly loving relationship with JK that ended on rather good terms (you’ll see in other chapters), but Jungkook was lightyears away from being ready to see her married to another man.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come. Also, I guess this fic could be triggering for some because it’s kind of really sad and angsty.

Chapter soundtrack : River – Joni Mitchell

"He tried hard to help me You know, he put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees, Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on"

Alright let’s get into this,

Christmas music was playing softly in the warmth of the H/N household.

The young couple had decided to host Christmas together for their close friends in their newly purchased London home. Kids were running around everywhere, stuffing their face with appetizers, while grown-ups were enjoying more than a few glasses of wine around the crackling fireplace.

However, H/N was busy looking around for his wife with a frown on his face. He had barely seen her since the arrival of the first few guests.

“Hey Gemma, do you know where my beautiful wife might be?” he asked his sister.

“I’m not sure, although she did tell me she was going to the loo about half an hour ago”

Indeed, the hostess was still in the master bathroom upstairs. Far from depicting the holiday spirit, she was sitting on the tiled floor, with her arms wrapped around her knees, surrounded by used tissues and mascara running wildly down her cheeks.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,” she whispered, for what felt like the hundredth time. She took some more toilet paper to blow her nose, jumping slightly as she heard a soft knock on the door.

“Y/N, come out, love, everyone’s here,” she heard her husband say.

She got up, flinching as she looked at her reflection. She looked like shit, “Um, I’ll be right down babe, you should go back down, I’m just touching up my makeup”, she said, hoping H/N wouldn’t notice the shakiness in her voice.

“Are you okay?” he asked, clearly worried.

“Of course I am,” she answered. She was relieved to heard him walk back downstairs.

Of course, I am, she thought. Was she really, though? Definitely not. She quickly threw all her mess into the tiny bin, before starting to work on her hair and face. Just get through tonight, she thought, just tonight.

“Ah, there she is!” everyone cheered upon seeing her walk down the split staircase, her silky dress flowing beautifully behind her and her makeup opaque enough to hide any previous meltdown.

“Sorry I kept you waiting. You know I love making an entrance,” she giggled trying to hide her nervousness behind a sparkly smile. No one seemed to notice something was wrong as she went around the room, greeting all the guests one by one, cracking a quick joke here and there. Most of the guests were H/N’s friends, but Y/N didn’t mind that much, she understood London wasn’t exactly an ideal location for most of her friends. Plus, she’d gotten close to her husband’s inner circle. It didn’t quite feel like family just yet, but it would come, or at least that’s what she hoped.

“You look a bit pale sweetheart,” H/N’s agent told her laughing, “here, have a drink it’ll loosen you right up”.

Y/N hesitantly took the champagne flute he was holding out to her, mumbling a quick ‘thank you’ before heading to the empty reading room. She let out a sigh of relief as she heard the door close behind her, shutting any noise out. She loved that room; it was always so quiet and cozy. The walls were covered in her favorite books, and the grand piano was almost buried under a mountain of sheet music and song drafts, both hers and H/N’s. The back wall, however, was very neatly organized. It was where they had decided to place their award shelves.

Without even realizing, she approached one award in particular. It was her very first Grammy, which she’d gotten three years before. Next to it was a picture taken at the show’s after party. She grabbed it gently, a sad smile spreading her face. It was of her, along with Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook, making a silly pose with the grammy. She brushed her thumb across Jungkook’s face, her throat suddenly drying up, before letting her attention back on the glass in her hand. She contemplated the idea of downing it in one swift movement. God knew she needed a drink. But she wasn’t sure it would be wise.

Fuck it, she thought.

She weakly brought the glass up to her lips but was interrupted as she heard the door open and footsteps approaching from behind her.

“You look beautiful” H/N whispered in her ear, laying a soft kiss on her shoulder and wrapping one arm around her waist, his hand landing on her belly. She stiffened at the sensation. “Are you okay?” he asked, genuine worry on his delicate features.

“Yeah, I’m good, don’t worry,” she answered, smiling, setting the frame back onto the shelf. And delicately putting the glass down.

But her husband wasn’t fooled, he could feel that something was going on. Truth was, something had been going on for a while. Y/N had been distant, and quiet, very different from the sunny and bubbly girl he’d married just a year prior. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her to open up to him. He was worried his job had started taking a toll on their marriage, since YN’s strange behavior had started when he’d come back from a trip to promote his new album. Then again, H/N knew she had herself been working on some projects and even spent a couple days with her friends in Hong Kong while he was away, so she’d kept busy.

“Are you sure?”

“Just tired,” she hummed, absent-mindedly, “who would’ve thought hosting Christmas would be so stressful?”

But H/N wasn’t satisfied with his wife’s answer “Y/N, you look-”

She gently slid out of his arms and walked towards the arched window; it was pouring outside. “I told you I’m fin-”, but they were both cut off by a strong voice coming from the foyer.

“Alright everyone, picture time!”

The reading room fell silent for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to argue, neither of them knowing what to do or say. Y/N was the first to move, setting her glass down on the windowsill and stepping past him and towards the exit.

“Y/N-” he sighed, his eyes never leaving her figure.

“You heard them,” she answered, looking back at him sadly, “it’s picture time.” She quickly vanished behind the mahogany doors.

H/N was left alone in the study, with nothing to listen to but his own thoughts. He couldn’t understand what had been going on. Out of curiosity, he glanced at what Y/N was holding when he’d walked in. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he took in the picture frame.

Of course, he thought. She’d told him all about how she’d been spending the Holiday season in Seoul for the past few years. It must’ve felt weird and depressing celebrating Christmas without her boys for the first time in so long. H/N felt a lump settle in his throat. He’d taken her away from her family. Of course, he’d hoped he would’ve had become her family by then, but he knew Y/N and the Bangtan boys had a special bond that was hard for outsiders to understand. They were the family she’d chosen. And she was the only person that they had ever truly let in.

Without thinking, H/N took his phone out of his pocket and dialed his assistant’s number, “Hey Lucy, yeah, I know, I’m sorry, I just need you to do something very quickly for me.”

H/N walked quickly to the foyer, finding everyone standing around the staircase, facing the photographer. He walked to the middle of the crowd and next to Y/N, who still looked as absent as ever. But this time he chose to lay a soft kiss on her temple. “It’s okay, I’m sorry, I love you darling,” he mumbled softly against her hair.

Except it most definitely was not okay, he did not have to be sorry, and should not have loved her. Y/N felt her eyes well up as guilt once again ate at her. She discreetly wiped them. There wasn’t anything she could do now, was there?

“Everybody, say cheese!”

She turned around to face the photographer, H/N’s hand wrapping around her waist, a wide yet strained smile spreading across both of their faces.

“Cheeeeese!” everybody yelled.

To say Y/N was exhausted would’ve been an understatement. The party had ended being a lot of fun for everybody, perhaps a tad too much fun, as the last guest had left in a cab after 3AM.

She yawned as she took off her jewelry and heels, before heading to the bathroom getting ready for bed. Y/N heard her husband’s soft snores coming from the bedroom and couldn’t help but smile a little as she remembered his sister had spent the night warning him against the spiked eggnog. He clearly had taken her advice lightly and had ended up getting completely hammered.

She started taking her makeup off, lazily throwing her used wipes in the bin. She froze for a second. The girl wasn’t tired enough to have forgotten the reason why she’d been sobbing on the floor just 6 hours earlier.

She decided to quietly shut the bathroom door, flinching when the lock loudly clicked. She got down on her knees and started rummaging through the bin, only to let out a painful sigh when she noticed her worst nightmare hadn’t disappeared. Yep. They were still in there. All three of them, mocking her with their fucking baby blue lines.

Positive.

Okay, I know we didn’t get any Jungkook in this part but don’t worry, next chapter we’ll see our boys again. I just thought it was important to get a bit of Y/N and her husband before the big reveal aha, even though I guess it was a little expected lol, but then again, I warned you this would be a soap opera. Once again don't hesitate to send me whatever or leave comments I’m always happy to get feedback xxx

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Mistake Pt.2

I do not own this gif

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook

Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man. After one night of desperately trying to hold onto Y/N, will Jungkook get back the woman he loves, or was it all nothing but a mistake? (read part one to understand)

Chapter soundtrack: Mariners Apartment Complex - Lana Del Rey

"They mistook my kindness for weakness I fucked up, I know that, but, Jesus Can't a girl just do the best she can?"

Alright let’s get into this,

Y/N couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Instead, she just lay on her side, her wet eyes staring at the clock on the bedside table as every minute went by. One by one. The second the clock showed 5AM, she swiftly slipped out of Jungkook’s strong arms and got up, hissing at the sudden feeling of the cold air hitting her skin.

She turned around, only to feel a pang in her heart as she laid her eyes on his sleeping figure. He always looked like an angel when he was asleep, that hadn’t changed. She remembered, what felt like centuries ago, watching him sleep after intense nights like these, a smirk covering her face as she absent-mindedly brushed her fingertips across the purple marks on her collarbone, or the sensitive skin of her swollen nipples. He fell asleep first almost every time, but she’d never minded. Poor bunny was always exhausted.

How did everything get so messed up? Truth was, she knew exactly how, and you will too, but she didn’t have time to take a trip down memory lane as she took in the gravity of her current situation.

There she stood, naked, in the middle of Jungkook’s disheveled hotel room, her skin still covered in a thin layer of sweat, and cum slowly dripping down her thighs. Like so many times before. Yet this time there was no smile on her lips, and no stars in her eyes as she looked down at him. No. There was nothing but a big fat lump in her throat telling her just how much she’d fucked up.

She tip-toed to the bathroom and decided to spend a good 15 minutes in the shower, desperately trying to get rid of the smell of sex that engulfed her. Desperately trying to feel clean again. Thank God for 5-star water pressure, she thought. But all the water and soap in the world couldn’t have helped her scrub that sickening feeling of shame and disgust away.

She quickly dried herself and slipped her dress back on, before taking off in a whisper, heels in hand.

She avoided her reflection in the elevator, feeling bad enough already as it was. But as she walked through the hotel lobby, she felt everything crashing down on her and panic taking over. Yep, she was cracking, and she was cracking hard. With tears racing down her cheeks, she nervously pulled her phone out of her clutch and called the only person she could think of.

“Hobi,” she stammered in between sobs, “I think I really fucked up this time.”

She was back in her own hotel room, packing her suitcase after having had breakfast with her best friend. Actually, ‘having breakfast’ was a nice way to put it, since she had essentially spent all morning getting harshly lectured by Hoseok.

“Gee Y/N what the hell? How could you let that happen? I mean JK I get it, he has zero self-control when it comes to you but-

“I- I don’t know! He was crying, and he just- man, he looked at me with those fucking eyes of his, and- and I don’t know, it just- happened”

“Dude that is so fucked up, what’re you gonna do now huh? What about H/N?”

“I have no idea… God, I’m such a fucking piece of shit”

“Damn right you are”

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard someone open the door to her hotel room.

“Sorry, you probably have the wrong room” she said, still focused on packing her things.

“It’s me,” she heard someone reply. And boy, she could’ve recognized this voice in a million.

Fuck.

“I looked for you this morning,” Jungkook said, stepping inside, “you were gone… What happened?

“You’re gonna have to grow some balls Y/N,” she remembered Hobi telling her earlier, “and lay them on the fucking table”

“What happened?” she replied curtly, “Jesus, I must have lost my edge if all it took for you to forget what happened was a few hours.”

“No, I- of course I remember that. Just-”

“What happened is,” she carried on, frantically stuffing clothes in her bag, “we’ve once again managed to mess everything up.”

“Now, come on,” he said calmly, reaching a hand out to her waist, “I didn’t really mean for it to happen this way but-”

“Don’t touch me” she spat, flinching away from him. Jungkook was speechless, this definitely wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. “I can’t believe it,” she continued, finally looking up to meet his gaze, “I mean, you don’t even have anything to say for yourself,” she shook her head.

“I- I want to be with the woman I love, I’m not gonna apologize for that!” Jungkook said, feeling frustration rising within him. Sure, last night wasn’t his most chivalrous moment, but come on, it does take two to tango.

“No. What happened last night had nothing to do with love,” she zipped her suitcase shut, “you just wanted to make sure you could still have me if you wanted to-”

“That’s not-”

“Well congratulations! You did have me. You proved your point,” she carried on, pushing past him and towards the door, suitcase in hand, “now I’m leaving.”

“No, wait hold on- I mean, we can figure it out, we can talk-” he stammered, grabbing the girl’s arm before she could walk out the door.

“I am married!” she snapped, turning around to meet his gaze once more. Jungkook froze at her words, “Yes, you may not have let me say it yesterday, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am! And I love my husband,” her shaky voice betrayed the fragility of the strong front she was trying to put up, but Jungkook hadn’t paid attention enough to notice. He’d taken a few steps back as soon as she’d mentioned her husband.

“Sure,” he scoffed, a bitter expression on his face, “so what was last night about then? You just happened to fall on my cock?”

She could immediately see red at the crude comment, but all she managed to do was hurl her wallet at his face in an enraged gesture. Which he of course dodged with ease.

“How dare you!” she yelled, “Yesterday? Y-You were a fucking mess, and you were crying, asking me for a favor and, and-

“Oh right, so it was a pity fuck then?” he cut Y/n off, his back facing her. He failed to notice her walls crumbling down as her eyes slowly filled with tears, “Well, I’m sorry you felt you just had to spread your legs to cheer me up but-”

“You really don’t get anything, do you?” he was surprised by the vulnerable tone of her voice, and turned around only to see her looking down at her feet, her bottom lip quivering, but she remained silent for a minute. “I owe you,” she breathed, “I owe you so much more than I could ever repay. You, you were there for me throughout the darkest, most- painful time of my life and…” she placed a hand on her chest with a pained frown, “and it kills me to know that now, you’re the one who’s in pain, that- that I am causing you pain…”

“Y/N…” he sighed, taking a step forward, guilt suddenly invading his chest.

“And last night?” she hesitated, trying to figure out what to say, “It was- it was great, like it always was, but-” she paused, picking up her wallet from the floor. It opened in her hand to reveal the two pictures she carried around at all times. One was a group photo of her and the boys at an amusement park. It dated back to the time her and Jungkook had just started dating, but since it was one of the rare pictures they had all together, she’d just kept it. The other was a honeymoon picture of her and H/B. They looked so happy. Naïve, no doubt. But so blissfully happy. She felt her throat dry up and her stomach ache with guilt as she stared at her husband’s beaming face. She knew what she had to do.

“But it was a mistake, and that’s all it’ll ever be,” she shoved the wallet in her purse and hurried back towards the exit.

“You’re not being fair,” she heard Jungkook mutter as she was about to close the door behind her.

It was her turn to freeze, her fingers clenched around the door handle.

“You just- You just waltz right back into my life just so you can leave again? Just so you can go back to him?” Her knees weakened as she took in the pain in his voice.

“See, that’s the thing,” she answered after a few seconds, a tear finally sliding down her cheek, “I didn’t waltz back into your life. I got a panicked call from Joon telling me you needed help, and I did the decent thing of showing up for my friend. And yes, I’m sorry, but I am going back to my husband as it was always planned, I was always only going to go back home.”

He visibly flinched at the word, before sitting down on the bed, his head hanging low. Home. That stung. He used to be her home.

He felt so stupid. He would’ve giggled had it not been so tragic. He had seriously thought it would be that simple. Yet here she was, walking out on him again. And he couldn’t seem to find it in him to hold her back.

Y/N knew this must’ve hurt, but honestly, at this point, she was just tired of apologizing for moving on and didn’t have the strength to have that same argument all over again. Instead, she hesitantly walked towards the boy and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, trying with all her might to ignore his soft sniffles, before walking away.

“Goodbye Jungkook.”

Hope you like it! I personally don’t, but honestly, I just had to post something so, there you go! Like I mentioned in a previous post, this is actually going to be part of a lonnnng ass series and this is nowhere near the beginning or the end of this story, this just happened to be the first chapter I managed to actually finish, but I’ll make sure that it’s all easy to understand as I gradually post the other chapters. Don't hesitate to send me whatever or leave comments I’m always happy to get feedback xxx

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ugotnojamzzz · 3 years

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Outfit time yay

Armani Privé, Spring 2016 Collection (courtesy of Vogue.com)

Y/N's outfit for Mistake Pt.1

Disclaimer : a lot of these are going to feature very skinny and very white models, so I wanted to make sure everyone gets that I'm only talking about the garments, which are just exquisite and would look fantastic on just about any color shape or size (if only the fashion industry were a little less racist and fat-phobic).

#ugh can't believe I'm so poor

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ugotnojamzzz · 3 years

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Mistake Pt.1

I do not own this gif

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook

Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man.

Chapter soundtrack : He can only hold her – Amy Winehouse

"He can only hold her for so long The lights are on, but no one's home She's so vacant, her soul is taken, He thinks, What's she running from?"

Alright let’s get into this.

The Annual Hong Kong Benefit for the national Art Institute. Y/N wandered around the sumptuous halls of the venue, occasionally making small talks with a few people, all the while enjoying a nice glass of champagne. The gallery was beautiful and the art simply exquisite. She was just talking to one of the curators about purchasing one of the paintings when she felt her phone vibrating in her purse.

‘Incoming call from Namjoon-ah’

Weird, she thought, it was late at night, and the band and her had already planned to have lunch all together the next day as they were, by a happy coincidence, both in Hong Kong at the same time. The band was there for a concert and some PR business, while Y/N was there to attend a couple of events during the social season. She excused herself and picked up right away.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi, um, I’m so, so sorry to bother you, I know that you’re at this Gala thing but, we kind of have a situation over here…”

“You sound worried, is everyone okay?”

“Actually… no. It’s Jungkook, he’d been acting weird all day and he just- freaked out two hours ago and walked out before the concert was even over.”

“Christ, is he alright? Is somebody looking after him?

“Yeah, not really, he’s cooped up in his hotel room. The staff is losing it, and he won’t let anybody in, but he- he did say he wanted to see you. Do you think you could come over? I wouldn’t normally ask but-“

“No, it’s okay. I- I’ll be right there” she hung up, racing out of the building, stilettos in hand, and immediately hailing a cab.

She rushed out of the elevator only to see the boys sitting at the end of the hallway with a defeated look on their face.

“Y/N! Thank god you’re there” Namjoon said, jumping on his feet to greet her.

“Is he in there?” she asked urgently, a worried look on her face.

“Yes, he ended up opening the door, let Tae in, but I don’t think he’s said anything yet” Namjoon replied.

Y/N walked past him and towards the hotel room. She knocked softly on the door before cracking it open, only to hear Jungkook’s voice shouting: “For fuck’s sake! I told you I didn’t-“

“It’s me,” she interrupted gently, venturing into the room. It was dark, but she still managed to catch a glimpse of the outcome of her ex-boyfriend’s recent mood swings. Chair fallen over, open minibar and clothes scattered all over the floor of the luxurious suite.

Jungkook was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees and back facing her, but she could still see his shoulders moving up and down as tiny sobs racked through his body. Tae was on his knees in front of him, he looked up at her as soon as she entered. Y/N gave him a weak nod as to indicate that he could leave. He got up and silently walked out of the room, making sure to squeeze her arm on the way out.

She let out a long sigh as she heard the door close behind her. What now? She decided to approach him slowly, the sound of her high heels against the waxed floor letting the boy know of her movements.

“Hey Kookie,” Y/N murmured, looking down at his shaking figure. But the boy kept his eyes on the floor, so she got down on her knees in front of him, “Joon-ah called me… said you had a bit of a problem earlier.” She waited for him to speak for a few seconds but was only met with silence, so she carried on, “you know you can tell me any-”

“I um,” he interrupted with an unusually hoarse voice, his puffy eyes finally looking up, only to see her all dressed up in a beautiful gown. “Shit,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, you- you had your thing, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m such a moron,” he started pulling on his hair, rocking back and forth.

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t care about that,” she squirmed closer to him and delicately pulled his hands away from his face. Let’s just say she’d seen him looking better. “I care about you. Now tell me, what is it? The boys are worried out of their mind-”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I-I really thought I’d be okay, I thought I could handle it, but- but then I saw you and you-” he paused, “you were so… okay. And- and I just-” he looked back down in embarrassment, only to see the delicate gold band that sat in all its glory on her finger. A sour smirk appeared on his face, “Jesus, I’m such a fuck-up.”

“No, you’re not, we all have bad days… You’re probably tired. I remember touring was always hard on you guys’ nerves,” Y/N said with a strained smile, her hand brushing the boy’s hair away from his face, desperately trying to avoid the clear fact that she was the one responsible for his pain. “Come on, let’s get you into bed,” she helped him up and took a few steps back to pick up some of the mess from the floor but before she could lean forward, Jungkook had her engulfed in a tight hug, taking her by surprise.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, feeling his heartbeat settle down, “for being here, I mean.”

“You know I’ll always be here,” she replied with a faint smile, hugging him back.

He rested his head on top of hers and inhaled deeply, taking in the citrusy scent of her hair, before burying his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N tensed up as she started feeling his lips travelling across her skin, pressing soft kisses along the surface of her collarbone.

“Kookie, wait-” she whispered, trying to reason the boy.

“Please… Please…” he moaned sadly, his voice breaking as he held onto her for dear life, “Just- just this one time, please, I just- I really need you right now.”

“Jungkook, I can’t, I’m marr-”

“Don’t- don’t say it,” he hissed, stamping away from her to take a seat at the end of the bed, “Please... Just don’t.” She brushed her fingertips against the skin of her neck in an attempt to replace the warmth that had disappeared along with Jungkook’s lips.

The boy’s chest was heaving as he stared at her gorgeous figure, his travelling across every inch of her skin. The skin that was once his to touch. As their eyes finally met, Y/N felt in her core something very wrong was about to happen. He had that look in his eyes. The same look he’d had the very first time they’d- beentogether. Back at the dorms. Like she was the sun. Jungkook suddenly got up and walked up to where she stood. He grabbed her by the waist and planted a firm kiss on her lips. They were soft, just like they always were. Heaven, he thought. But that certainly didn’t last long.

“You’re drunk,” she said, shoving him away with a resentful look in her eyes.

“I’m not. I’m mean, I’m more sober than I’ve been these past eight months” he replied. Eight months, she thought, Jesus, this had been going on since the ceremony. But her thoughts were interrupted as Jungkook walked right back towards her and vigorously pushed his lips back against hers.

“Oh, cut it out, will you!” she yelled, pushing him away once more, this time with more strength, making him stumble a bit.

Jungkook stood there, frozen for a second, while she stared down at the floor, remorse invading her whole body. She wasn’t only feeling guilty about the fact that she’d let herself be in that situation in the first place, but also that deep down, she somehow felt there was no place on earth she’d rather be.

He took a step forward hesitantly and placed a hand against her cheek, his index finger travelling down to meet her chin, gently lifting her head and forcing her to look him in the eyes.

She placed a trembling hand against his chest, ready to reject him once more. Her tiny fist was clenching the fabric of his shirt as she took in a shaky breath, mentally begging for the willpower to turn around and walk out the door. But he had the look. And she felt her heart breaking as she was met with his tear-filled eyes. This was all her doing.

In a leap of faith, he gently lowered his head and let his lips brush against her cheek, before going on a painfully slow journey towards her lips. Now, it wasn’t like the two previous kisses. This one was tender. Desperate.

And as she couldn’t help but close her eyes at the contact, she felt her resistance slip away and swiftly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, as he eagerly unzipped the back of her dress.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

Hope you liked it! Like I mentioned in a previous post, this is actually going to be part of a lonnnng ass series and this is not even the beginning of the story, this just happened to be the first chapter I managed to actually finish, but I’ll make sure that it’s all easy to understand as I gradually post the other chapters. Don't hesitate to send me whatever xxx

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