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taekookielove0130 · 25 days

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Again, a very short story. To those of you all who can relate, I really wanna say, "Hey! Let's be friends!"

Pairing: Reader!Jungkook x Introvert!Y/N

In the hushed corridors of the city library, where the scent of old books lingered like a comforting embrace, Y/N found her sanctuary. Every weekend, she nestled into her favorite nook, surrounded by towering shelves that held stories of love, adventure, and mystery. It was her escape from the world, a place where her introverted nature wasn’t a barrier but a bridge to countless lives lived through the pages.

For three months, her routine had included stealing glances at Jungkook, who occupied the same corner every Saturday. He was like a character from one of her beloved novels—mysterious, engrossed in his reading, and seemingly unaware of her existence. Y/N’s heart fluttered with a mixture of admiration and longing, yet she never dared to approach him.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was acutely aware of Y/N. He admired her quiet presence, the gentle way she turned each page, and the soft smile that graced her lips at a particularly pleasing passage. He wondered about the stories that captivated her, about the thoughts that danced behind her eyes. And so, after months of silent observation, he decided it was time to bridge the gap between their silent worlds.

One fateful Saturday, as the golden hues of the afternoon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the library floor, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked towards Y/N’s nook. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him approach, her book forgotten in her lap.

“Hi,” Jungkook said, his voice gentle yet firm. “I’ve seen you here every weekend. I’m Jungkook.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I… I know who you are,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m Y/N.”

They spoke of books and dreams, of quiet moments and loud thoughts. As the library’s clock ticked away the hours, they discovered shared passions and differing opinions, each revelation bringing them closer. The library, once a place of solitude, became a backdrop to a budding romance.

Weekends at the library transformed into coffee dates, movie nights, and long walks in the park. Their story, which began in the silence of the written word, flourished in the beauty of shared experiences and whispered confessions. And though they were two vastly different individuals, they found harmony in their contrasts, a melody that played to the rhythm of their hearts.

In the end, Y/N realized that love, much like the stories she cherished, could be found in the most unexpected places. It wasn’t about grand gestures or loud declarations; it was about the quiet understanding between two souls, a connection that spoke volumes in the silence of a library corner. And as for Jungkook, he found that sometimes, the best stories were not just read—they were lived.

As the seasons changed, so did the chapters of Y/N and Jungkook’s story. The library that once served as their meeting ground now witnessed their growth as a couple. They had their own shelf, a collection of books they had read together, each one holding memories of the discussions and laughter they shared.

Their love was a quiet one, but it was the small moments that spoke the loudest. Like the time Jungkook surprised Y/N with a book she’d been longing to read, or when Y/N baked cookies shaped like characters from Jungkook’s favorite novel. They found joy in the simplicity of their shared interests, and comfort in the silence that never needed filling.

One evening, as they walked through the library’s ancient doors, Jungkook led Y/N to their corner, now adorned with soft fairy lights he had set up. Between the pages of a book, he had hidden a note, a question written in delicate script. Y/N’s hands trembled as she read the words that would start a new chapter in their lives.

“Will you write our forever story with me?”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, a mix of surprise and happiness. She looked up at Jungkook, who was waiting with bated breath. In the quiet of the library, surrounded by stories of ages past, they began to pen their future.

“Yes,” she whispered, and the library, in its timeless wisdom, seemed to approve. The walls, lined with countless tales, now held theirs too—a tale of two hearts meeting amidst the prose and poetry, a tale as old as time and as new as the promise of tomorrow.

Their story continued, not just in the library, but in every place they went together. They explored new cities, tasted different cuisines, and danced under the stars. They created a mosaic of experiences, each piece a testament to their love.

Years later, they would return to the library with their children, pointing to the corner where it all began. “This is where I asked your mom to be my forever,” Jungkook would say, his eyes crinkling with the same warmth that had drawn Y/N to him all those years ago.

And as their children ran through the aisles, laughter echoing off the walls, Y/N and Jungkook would share a knowing look. Their love story, etched in the annals of their hearts, continued to grow, boundless and eternal, just like the stories that surrounded them in their sacred space—the library where two souls became one.

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taekookielove0130 · 26 days

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Jungkook's Melody

A short story of about 200-300 ish words. I haven't been able to post much recently. An apology for that...

In the quiet corners of Seoul, where cherry blossoms whispered secrets, Jungkook and Y/N found each other. He was the brooding artist, lost in the hues of his canvas, while she was the girl with stardust in her eyes.

Their paths crossed at a dimly lit café, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the promise of something more. Jungkook’s fingers brushed against hers as he handed her a sketchbook, and in that fleeting touch, their story began.

He painted her laughter—vibrant strokes of crimson and gold—while she wove melodies into his heart. Y/N’s voice danced through the air, a symphony of longing and hope. Jungkook listened, entranced, as if her every note held the universe’s secrets.

Under moonlit skies, they traced constellations with their fingertips. Jungkook whispered poetry against her skin, and Y/N’s laughter echoed through the night. They became each other’s muse, their love a masterpiece painted across time.

But life, like a tempest, threatened their fragile canvas. Jungkook’s dreams pulled him toward distant horizons, while Y/N’s roots anchored her to Seoul. Tears blurred their sketches, yet love remained—the indelible ink that refused to fade.

On a rainy afternoon, Jungkook played his guitar, the chords echoing through their shared memories. Y/N stood by the window, raindrops tracing her cheeks. “Promise me,” she said, “that our love will be our eternal melody.”

He kissed her, tasting rain and forever. “Always,” he vowed, intertwining their souls like the ivy that clung to ancient walls.

And so, in the quiet corners of Seoul, where cherry blossoms whispered secrets, Jungkook and Y/N wrote their love story—a symphony of passion, painted with love’s brush, and set against the canvas of their hearts.

Their love story unfolded like a timeless ballad. Jungkook and Y/N faced trials and triumphs, their hearts etched with shared memories.

1. The Farewell: Jungkook’s art took him to Paris, where cobblestone streets whispered of forgotten romances. Y/N stood at the airport, her fingers tracing the edges of his sketchbook. “Come back,” she pleaded, her eyes mirroring the Seine’s melancholy waves. He promised to return, but promises are fragile things.

2. The Letters: Distance couldn’t sever their bond. Jungkook’s letters arrived like love notes from the cosmos. Y/N read them under the same moon that witnessed their first kiss. His words painted sunsets and star clusters, and she replied with verses that tasted of longing.

3. The Reunion: Years passed—a canvas of missed birthdays and silent anniversaries. Then, one autumn day, Jungkook stood outside her door. His hair held traces of silver, but his eyes still held constellations. Y/N’s laughter echoed through the hallway as she flung herself into his arms. “You’re my favorite melody,” she whispered.

4. The Eternity: They settled in a cozy Seoul apartment, surrounded by Jungkook’s paintings and Y/N’s melodies. Their love story became folklore—the boy who painted galaxies and the girl who sang them into existence. Jungkook’s hands found hers, weathered yet tender. “Our love,” he said, “is our eternal symphony.”

And so, in the quiet corners of Seoul, where cherry blossoms whispered secrets, Jungkook and Y/N danced through life—a masterpiece of love, painted stroke by stroke, note by note. 🌸🎨🎶

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taekookielove0130 · 6 months

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There are no 'bad people'. We're just people who do bad things sometimes...

It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover

#book quote #quotes #Couldn't have said it better #Book quotes #It ends wit us

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taekookielove0130 · 6 months

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Caught

Caught in your eyes, Caught in your smile. All I want to know is, If you'll ever be mine.

Caught in the signs, Just one in the line. Though I know I'll never be, Bright enough to shine.

In your world there may be a million stars, Mine has just one. I would fight a thousand wars, Only to find there wasn't one I had won.

Caught in the fear, And in the tears. I am no sire, but I do know you wouldn't want to hear.

That I'm

Caught in your eyes, And in your smile. Always wanting to know, If you'll ever be mine?

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To everyone who cared to read this,

Guys! *Clears throat*

Actually, there's this guy at school that I really like. And I guess you could say that I'm crazy for him. He's extremely introverted and to be honest I feel like he's been giving me mixed signals. There's no way I can get over him either because every time I think "This is it. No more going after him!", He does something or the other that keeps pulling me back. I do not know if things will progress (for better or for worse) or if we're just going to stay this way. But either way, I wanted to share this with y'all. I just needed a place to vent, really. So, thank you very much for your patience.

This is the first poem I wrote about him (24th of July) when I got caught staring at him. I came home and immediately put my thoughts onto a paper. And that was it. Also, is there anyone else who's been wanting to write for a long time but just hasn't felt like it lately or is it just me?

Love,

Jane

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taekookielove0130 · 11 months

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Slowly, Unintentionally.

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How is he so cute and hot at the same time!? Fjkdheidbf (Jungkook is my bias, I swear🤕)

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Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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Author's Note:

Part 2 is here! The love I got for Part 1 helped me a lot! But please don't be a silent reader. I beg you. If I can not tell what you guys liked about the story then how am I supposed to know what to write about next? Please. Please tell me what you think *pout pout*

Part 1

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Looking back at that night, I can see that he had just made me realize how my life after marriage was going to be. We've been married for a little over a month, and all he has ever spoken to me about is my family or his work. It's always about something that my father wants us to do or something that his fans expect.

We share the roof, but apart from that, nothing else. I cook for him, and we eat together for formality's sake. That's the only time we see each other at home except for the scarce few times he decides to grace me with his presence since our parents requested it.

I'm broken out of my reverie as I hear the sound of a car being parked in our garage. I look at the clock and see that it's 8 pm. Frowning, I recall that he works till 10 pm usually and he's early today. Shrugging, I move to the door and open it to find a shocking sight...

My husband is standing right there with a bag slung over his shoulder. What surprises me though, is the pair of feminine legs I can see behind his. I look up at him and see the warning in his eyes not to say something I'm going to regret.

So instead of saying anything I look down and move aside, letting the pair in. Yoongi enters followed by a girl who looks about 9 or 10 years old. She's holding his arm tight and looking at me with wide, untrusting eyes. I watch as Yoongi softly pries her hands away from his arm and pulls her to stand in front of me.

I give her a soft smile which she doesn't even try to return. He watches her expressions carefully and then slowly turns towards me.

"Y/N, this is Ae-Cha. "

He says and then turns to face the girl.

"Ae-cha, this is my wife. Y/N, Ae-Cha is going to live with us hereafter. "

The way he is looking at me makes me think he is waiting for my reaction. So I give him a reassuring smile and kneel to meet the girl's height.

"Hello, Ae-cha. "

I say and tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"HI."

She replies and waves her hand shyly at me.

Giving her a soft smile, I turn back to Yoongi and say, "Why don't you freshen up? By then, I'll show Ae-cha to her room, and she'll freshen up too so we can eat dinner?"

I can see the surprise in his eyes for a second before he masks it up with indifference once again.

"Yeah, sure. "

I wait till he leaves and then turn back to the little girl. I smile at her before I stand and extend my hand toward her, "Let's go."

A few minutes later, Yoongi and Ae-cha are seated at the dining table while I am serving food to Yoongi. As I turn to place the food on Ae-cha's plate, she puts her hand up to stop me.

As I eye her with a questioning look in my eye, she says in a loud voice, "Rice has too many calories. Don't you have something like broccoli or boiled peanuts?"

I open my mouth to tell her I can make something she wants, but Yoongi cuts me to the chase saying, "Here, you only get to eat what's available. Now, don't make a big scene and just eat it."

Frowning, I think about why Yoongi is acting a bit rude to the little girl.

"No way! Are you trying to make me fat? You know that I want to be a model when I grow up right? " she argues, and I try to control my laughter at the look on Yoongi's face. He looks like he's trying so hard to control his anger.

"Ae-cha, just eat what has been made."

He says in a low voice.

"You don't even know what food is to be consumed at what time. You have zero knowledge!" She shouts at him, surprising me by leaving the room.

"B-bread?" I stutter and sigh before running right behind her. I enter the guest bedroom and see her sitting on the couch with headphones on.

She has an irritated look on her face, and I don't know what to do other than stand and see her for a few seconds. Just as I am about to approach her, I hear Yoongi's phone ringing. Though I don't mean to overhear, I can listen to the conversation clearly from here.

I identify the other person on the line as Hoseok, another member of their band and one of Yoongi's best friends. He was his best man at our wedding besides a few other friends. Hoseok shouts in a loud voice I've only heard him use when he's too angry with someone,

"Who was that girl I saw with you earlier? Why are you taking her to stay with you? Did you ask Y/N if she's fine with it?"

I wait to hear Yoongi simply say, "She's Ha-joon's daughter."

Hoseok shouts again, "WHAT! Why's that woman now talking to you? And why the hell has she sent her daughter with you!? Has she decided not to let you be happy?!"

I feel tears prick my eyes and stream down my face as I recall bits and pieces of information I had gathered about the woman my husband is still madly in love with.

Ha-Joon is the girl Yoongi dated for about three years. They were introduced to each other by mutual friends, and they instantly started dating.

But fate had to play a cruel joke on Yoongi when she cheated on him with his secretary and he had to find the pair entwined on his bed.

Apparently, she only ever dated my husband because of pressure from her family and loved his secretary. She had finally decided to elope though she knew her family would disown her.

I mean, I knew these types of things did happen in the upper tier families but I was still shocked to know my husband had to face that.

Yoongi, who had fallen head over heels for the girl was unable to move on from the heartbreak that I still see him struggling with. It saddened me to no end that fate had always managed to spoil this good man's life, keeping him away from all the happiness in the world.

The fact that he doesn't even want to accept my help has made me stay away from him except for necessary times.

Though I do the household chores while he takes care of the shopping and other stuff, we both have an unsaid agreement not to disturb each other's personal lives. I started listening to their songs and within a very short period of time I've become a dedicated fan. Lately, I've been binge-watching some of their concerts and though I don't mean to be partial, I feel my eyes stray and linger on Yoongi a lot subconsciously.

Now, though, I am shocked out of my shaken state when Yoongi says,

"Hyung, they're both dead."

With widened eyes, I turn back to look at the girl and immediately feel bad for her.

Though I do not know the feeling of not getting enough love from your parents, I can sympathize with her and my husband as I had heard from Yoongi's friends about the rough upbringing he had.

From the little bit of research I had done about him before our marriage, I knew that his parents had died in a car accident when he was a child.

After that, his uncle was the only person who took care of his upbringing. Being a busy man in his primes, Yoongi’s uncle was unable to give him a taste of familial love and care. And soon enough, Yoongi had grown and had to leave his home for his dream job.

He had been accepted by a company and had to stay and work in The States until his debut. Now, I know that anybody would mistake my feelings towards him to be sympathy or the common urge to show him what being loved feels like.

But to be honest, what I feel towards him is the primal instinct of love and protection. In the past week I've come to know so much about him either through his friends or by just observing him. Without meaning to, I've started to notice the tiniest of details. Like, how he never forgets to deposit his used clothes in the laundry or how he always drinks a glass of water before going to bed and right after waking up. The knowledge I have gained about him makes me want to spend the rest of my life showing him love and all it entails.

I do know that cannot happen. Sighing, I wipe the tear strains from my eyes and turn to look at the girl. I kneel down so we're almost the same height and then remove her headphones.

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Yoongi’ s POV

I didn’t know what I expect earlier in the day when I received a call from her dad but it sure wasn’t to be told that she and her husband were both no more with us and their daughter couldn’t stay with him since he’s traveling abroad and he was getting too old.

I decided to bring the girl home, speaking of which...

I sigh and run my hand through my hair realizing I took out my frustration in Ae-cha. Pushing my chair back, I decide to find her and apologize properly. I thought I was prepared for whatever happens but nothing on earth could have prepared me for the scene there.

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Y/N's POV

I smile at her before holding my ears with both my hands saying,

"What do you want for dinner? "

She looks at me with widened eyes and I pout at her.

"Please forgive me for not asking earlier. Pwetty pweaasee" I say with a babyish voice and she hums, thinking for a while.

"Okay, I'll forgive you. On one condition. "

I widen my eyes and nod eagerly, asking her, "What is it? "

"You should always ask me what I want to eat. Do you think you'll be able to do that."

I smile and nod at her saying, "I'll never forget after this." She folds her hands and pretends to be a tough person as she says, "Mhmm. So now you've learnt your lesson."

"Yes mam. " I reply cheekily and smile with satisfaction as I watch her giggle cutely. "Okay, can we go eat now? I feel sooo hungry " I ask exaggerating the "hungry" part and stand up extending my hand to her. "Yes, let's go." she says gleefully and hops down holding my hand.

We both turn to go and I am shocked to see Yoongi standing there. He's got a gummy smile and he's looking at Ae-cha with adoration in his eyes. I think he should smile more. It makes him look so cute! I have seen his concerts and heard girls gush about it, mind you. I just never realised how cute it was...

Ae-cha suddenly pushes my hand aggressively away and folds her hands again. She puffs out her cheeks and turns her head away from Yoongi, a frown marring her forehead.

I watch as Yoongi flinches and scratches the back of his head, something I've noticed he does when he's guilty. He slowly walks towards her and kneels down, whispering

"I'm sorry. I was a bit rude to you. It's just that I don't like when someone says no to food. "

Ae-cha hesitates a few seconds before giving up.

She slowly faces him and says, "But you could have said it softly. You know, my grandfather often says that what you say can make a big difference in the other person's life. "

She looks at Yoongi with her wide eyes sparkling with innocence in them and I see him regretting what he did. For some inexplicablereason, he looks at me. I see emotion lurking in his dark orbs. It resembles guilt but even before I can try to figure out what it is, it's gone.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. " he says and she replies with a smile, "I'm sure you won't. "

Yoongi silently pulls her into a hug and shuts his eyes tightly.

I know exactly what he's going through right now. Trying to guve the child her fair bit of familial love she deserves being the reason why he brought her home, he has realised that raising his voice at her has only hurt ans scared the poor child.

I watch the interaction with tears in my eyes and am surprised when Ae-cha pulls me. She holds my hands and pats Yoongi on the shoulders.

They break the hug and Yoongi stands. He looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression and a cold face.

I sigh and turn to Ae-cha. I don't know what I expected, really. Though I know that nothing’s going to change between us, I keep hoping for something good.

A small sign from him that he's ready to accept me would be enough. Though I can't ever forgive or forget him for the words he threw at me on our wedding night, I still feel like I should give this marriage a chance.

But everything I do something good for him, I only witness him chip a part of my heart away. At the end of the day, I only keep getting hurt... ___________________________

To be continued...

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taekookielove0130 · 1 year

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Vminkook in ON 🔥

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taekookielove0130 · 1 year

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I Have A Wish. (Jjk x Yn One shot)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Yn)

Word Count: 6.7K+

⚠️ Warnings: Jungkook's Thighs, sexual content(18+) Minors 🙏 stay away

💓Genre: Smut and fluff.

Synopsis: The second month after when you start dating, Jungkook takes you to meet his parents, and that night, a wish of yours comes true...

*Reposted after editing. Contains minor changes*

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Hello there!

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm taking requests for any fanfiction {long-length, short-length One-shots, POVs}.

And to all the loyal readers I've got, Thanks a lott for reading. I absolutely love you guys. Could you please tell me what you think about it too?

You can also 'ask me anything" or "submit a post" on my blog! Happy reading!

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You check the clock to see that it's 4:30. 'Oh, God. I hope he isn't late today...' You think to yourself just when you hear the doorbell ring. You run hurriedly to open it and immediately hug your boyfriend who's standing there with a paper bag in his hand. His other hand goes around your waist, and he pulls you in, and you sigh at the comfort the simple gesture causes in you.

You feel his smile on your shoulder just when you remember, and you pull away asking him, "Did you get the wine? "

He simply hands over the bag, sees you moving fast across the room packing everything you need to take, and says, "Yes, I did. "

"Okay. I've packed the flowers, the cookies we made, and..." You recite, absent-mindedly counting on your fingers the things you already packed.

"YN." You hear him softly call out.

And you immediately ask him, "Did I miss anything?"

With a frown on your face and scrunch up your eyebrows in concentration that he finds cute. After thinking for 5 minutes straight, you realize that you packed everything and turn to face him from where he's sitting on the couch and ask him with a frown on your face, "What?"

You watch as he opens his arms and hooks his fingers at you in a gesture of, "Come here. " and your legs automatically move towards him.

You stand in front of him and yelp when you suddenly feel his hands loop around your waist and pull you down. You fall in his lap and clutch onto his shoulders helplessly as he hugs you tight. You feel yourself relax and sigh, realizing why he hugged you.

You and Jungkook have been dating for two months, and today, his parents have invited you to their home for dinner. You were meeting his parents in person! You had spoken to his mom over the phone countless times, and you knew both his parents were good people who loved, valued, and treasured Jungkook, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

You were anxious about meeting his parents, and you couldn't change the way you tirelessly kept arranging and rearranging the things you had to take to meet them. His touch on your cheek brings you out of your musings as he slowly pulls away. Cupping your face in both hands, he looks you in the eye and says, "Jagiya, relax. It's just my parents. You know that they won't eat you, don't you?" He jokes, offering you his bunny smile, and you feel a smile growing on your face in response to his.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just too nervous because I haven't seen them before. " You admit with a sigh, then continue "Okay let's just check if we have everything once, and then we're good to go."

He chuckles in response and says, "You've already checked it like, 5 times. Are you sure you wanna check it again?"

You roll your eyes in response and slap his playfully on the shoulders but can't hide the smile on your face. You stand to go, but he pulls you back, making you fall on him. Before you even have a chance to react, he places his lips on yours, kissing you softly. You feel his hands go under your soft summer dress and up to rest on your stomach. You stare, narrowing your eyes at him, and he pinches your waist in response. Your eyes widen comically, and you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue inside your mouth, turning your gasp into a soft moan. You shut your eyes, enjoying the sensations, and a few moments later, the need for oxygen breaks you apart from him. You rest your forehead against his and close your eyes for a moment before you have to face reality...

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Yn PoV:

"Are you ready?" Jungkook asks me as we are both standing on their doorstep, and I'm shifting my feet. I give him a nervous smile and close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I entwine my fingers through his and say, "As ready as I'll ever be."

The door opens right at that moment and there stands a woman who looks about 30 years old but I know better. I recognize her as Jungkook's mom from the pictures he has shown me. She's wearing an apron above her dress and has hair falling out of her bun but still manages to look impeccable in the satin blue gown she's wearing. She's petite but has an aura of confidence in the way she's presenting herself.

I bow to her with a smile and then watch as Jungkook gives a wide smile and opens his arms for a hug and expect her to hug him tight. But instead, Mrs. Jeon shocks me by slapping him lightly on the shoulder and turning to engulf me in a warm hug that I didn't expect.

"Ah." Jungkook shouts. I meet his eyes above Mrs. Jeon's shoulder and see his eyes filled with happiness as his face conveys playful anger directed toward his mom. I give him a genuine smile that comes from my heart and slowly wrap my hands around her frame. A few moments pass before I feel Mrs. Jeon pull away.

She gives me a soft smile, pats my hair, and then lets out an excited squeal and claps. "I've always wanted a daughter, you know. Now I regret giving birth to a baby boy like this pabo here more than ever." She says turning to glare at Jungkook. She holds his ear and pinches it making him wince and shout out, "Ah, ma!"

"Hmm. That's me! You remembered that just now, huh? I've been begging you to come visit and the only reason you come here is that your girlfriend wanted to. If not for Yn, I don't think you would have come today either. " She says glaring at him angrily.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll visit regularly after this. Please forgive me." He says giving her his puppy eyes and I know he has won. His puppy eyes can get even the hardest stone to melt!

Mrs. Jeon leaves his ear and then pats his head twice as her eyes soften. She pulls him into a tight hug similar to the one she just gave me and I see Jungkook's eyes glistening with tears. That's when I realize that he got his ears pierced 3 days ago. My eyes widen and I open my mouth to tell Mrs. Jeon but Jungkook just shakes his head, giving me a teary smile. He then buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and I watch as she gently combs her fingers through his hair.

Just when I think my poor heart can't handle a sight filled with so much love, I'm once again engulfed in a warm hug but this time it's masculine. It's a hug of protection and trust that I receive from Jungkook's father. Moments later, I pull away and bow to him.

"Good evening, Mister Jeon." I say and he replies by saying, "Good evening. But please dear, call me Ajusshi. 'Mr. Jeon' just makes me feel too old." mimicking a disgusted expression. " "That's right. You can call us Ajusshi and Ajumma or instead appa and eomma just like jungkook does. No formal titles, please." Mrs. Jeon agrees and I lower my head responding with a flustered, "I'll call you the way jungkook does." I witness another heartwarming moment as Mr. Jeon pulls Jungkook into a hug similar to what he gave me. I see the way Jungkook's face conveys pure bliss. I don't think the day can get any more perfect and look forward to the evening ahead.

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JK Pov:

"Will you stop looking at me or do you want to kill me with that look?" I ask playfully as Yn smirks at me. We had a wonderful time at my parents' and we promised to return the next week for a visit. Now I'm driving us home and Yn has been eyeing me like eye candy for the past 20 minutes which, at any other time would have me smirking but right now, I'm more worried about our safety as her attention has me distracted.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts as she moves towards me and places her hand on my chest saying, "You're my boyfriend. I believe I have" and then kisses me on my chest "all. The. Rights. To. Stare. At. You. " punctuating each word with a kiss. She then continues kissing her way up my shoulder and afraid to drive, I pull up at the nearest place.

"Okay. Now you got all my attention." I say after I turn off the car, unlock my seat belt and push my seat backward to make space for her. She places her hands on each of my shoulders and I look at her with a confused gaze.

Giving me a smirk, she shifts over so that she's sitting on my lap, straddling my thighs and facing me. I smirk right back at her and decide to simply watch, and she doesn't disappoint me. She glides her hands above my chest and over my shoulders, pulling me closer by tugging at the lapels of the shirt I'm wearing. She raises a little to place an open-mouthed kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes, feeling the love soak through our skin from her kiss. I grip her waist as I feel her softly kiss each of my eyelids and then descend.

Just when I think she's about to kiss my cheeks, she moves to the left and places an open-mouthed kiss on my left earlobe, right where I got the piercing. She then moves right and repeats the action and I feel her tears drop onto my cheeks. My eyes shoot open and I watch her teary eyes as she kisses me softly on my nose. I wipe her tears away from her face but wait patiently till she's done kissing my cheeks and chin before I take control. Pushing forward, I pull her as close as physically possible and connect our lips, softly moving mine against hers.

She responds by sliding her shaking hands to my shirt and tugging me closer and I feel my heart skip a beat. I push my tongue against her plump lips and she responds by opening her mouth meeting my tongue with hers. We pull apart to breathe in and the next second we're connected again, lips clashing, teeth gnawing and tongue battling with no knowledge of who truly initiated the kiss. She moves her hands to my hair and tugs as I move my hands below her dress and up into it. My cold hands meet her soft, warm stomach and she shivers, moaning softly into my mouth.

We kiss and kiss till we're both panting and can't anymore. We pull apart and I rest my forehead against hers, giving her a soft smile. Our eyes meet again, and I chuckle at the way she looks. With lips swollen from our kissing and my biting, chestnut curls disheveled from my hands combing through them and chest heaving, she looks like an angel that has fallen from heaven just for me, and at moments like the one right now when I hold her in my arms, I feel like the luckiest man ever. She pulls away with a sigh and tries to go back to her seat, but I don't let her.

She looks at me with a confused expression and I smile at her, gently tugging her back into the seat. I make her sit straddling my lap, facing me with her legs comfortably placed on either side of my seat, and hug her close before readjusting the position of my seat. I look back at her and smirk at her shocked expression as she realizes.

"I don't want to let you go. Hug me a little while longer, please?" I ask and she giggles before hugging me and hiding her face in my chest. I smile at her head and start the car, driving us home.

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I park our car in the garage and look down to see her sleeping peacefully. She looks like a baby and I'm almost tempted to take her to our bedroom and spend time creating such cute creatures. I unlock the seat belt and adjust her position so that I can lift her properly. I carry her bridal style and remove her makeup before changing us both into a soft set of pajamas.

Right before going back to sleep, Yn hugs me tight and places a sleepy kiss on my lips. "I had a wish to go like that for a looong time. Thanks for being the boy of my fulfilled dreams. " She says and gives me a soft smile that I return. I tuck her in, place a kiss on her forehead and move to turn off the light, and feel her grip my wrist. "Please stay. " she pleads and I smile, saying, "I'm not going anywhere."

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Slowly, Unintentionally.

Part 1

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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It wasn't a conventional type of marriage that you had. You and Yoongi weren't even supposed to marry. He was a celebrity, an idol. While you were the oblivious nerd at school.

You never cared for the crowd or the music. All you knew was that good knowledge would take you anywhere. You were told from a very young age that education was your only constant in life and that you should work hard.

Work hard, you did. You spent days researching and nights revising. You topped your school and entered a university of your choice. Getting a degree was a piece of cake for you, and you topped your university too. Passing with flying colors, you had no difficulty finding a job.

When all others were out partying, you were busy working for your future. And it wasn't that easy being a nerd either. People teased you all the time. Told you that you weren't enough. Pointed out endless times that you were ugly and that no guy would ever like you.

You had no friends and barely left your house unless you had to go to the library or the nearest convenience store. And every night when you cried yourself to sleep, the only thing that ever brought you comfort was the hope that you will someday find someone who will look at you the way your dad does at your mom. With stars in his eyes and love in his gaze.

Your parents are the loving type. They had a love marriage. Being high-school sweethearts, theirs was a love story you would never tire of hearing. Every time you went to your grandma's, you were always asking her to retell the story.

They not only loved each other but also loved you immensely. Being the only daughter, you were their whole world. But sometimes, you thought it would have been better if you were an orphan. Every time you looked at your parents' faces you thought they deserved a better daughter. Those times, you couldn't keep the tears at bay. You would close yourself up in the restroom and cry your heart out.

Oh, you also had social anxiety. The moment you step out into a public space, your head starts spinning. You feel dizziness as your body starts sweating and your hands start shaking. You feel like everyone's eyes are on you, and the walls are caving in.

So, the day you were told that your marriage was arranged to an idol, you weren't sad. You were devastated. When you asked your dad, he explained to you that Yoongi's uncle was a dear friend of his and that he was worried about his sister's son. He was arranging a quick engagement ceremony this weekend, and the week after that, you were getting married to a man you barely knew.

You ran to your ma and cried your heart out in her lap while she lovingly caressed your face and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you calmed down.

When you met her eyes, she gave you a gentle smile and said,

"Don't worry too much, Y/N. You don't know much about Yoongi. You might want to get to know him better, and since your marriage is just 2 weeks away, you'll have to do that after the marriage.

I know that this is a lot to take in, but I promise that once you settle in, it's going to be a lot easier. Besides, Yoongi isn't too bad. You can expect love in this marriage, but I must warn you not to raise your expectations too high..."

And so, the only two times you saw your husband before marriage was once when he came to meet your dad and you were going to work. The other time was at your engagement party when you were supposed to stand with him the whole night, and honestly, he treated you well.

He behaved like a gentleman. But what worried you was the lack of conversation between you and your soon-to-be husband. He barely spoke a word to you except for the occasional compulsory questions due to the company you had.

The chemistry between you two was not too difficult to notice. The tension was palpable, and the heat was discernible in his eyes. But you spoke no words.

You got married, and it was like no dream you ever had. It was a private ceremony with just your family and close friends, considering your health issue.

It was comforting when your dad held your hand tight. Before you even knew it, you had reached the end of the aisle where Yoongi stood, facing you. He donned one of the many extravagant black suit he possessed and looked like a model.

Not to get you wrong, you did know he had good looks but man... was he damn hot!

Clearing your mind of the thought, You turned to face your dad as he said,

"Y/N, these 24 years passed in the blink of an eye. It feels like your mother showed me her test and excitedly gushed about having a baby and today..." he paused, clearing his throat. He then lifted his hand and surprised you by wiping the tears streaming down your face.

Jeez! I didn't even notice I was crying. Thanks dad.

"Today, my baby is getting married. I know I asked too much of you by this marriage, but trust me. You couldn't have found a better match. Just... Have patience and remember, Everything heals with time..." you nodded and he took a deep breath, caressed your head and leaned down to softly peck your forehead. Inhaling softly, you turned to look at your soon-to-be-husband. Your father walked closer to him and said,

"Take good care of her, my man."

Yoongi muttered a soft "I will."

and bowed his head slightly. Shaking, you placed your hand in his, and he surprised you by holding your hand tight. He turned to face the wedding officiator and you followed him. The officiator was a stout-looking man who wore half-rimmed spectacles and a gentle smile on his face. He eyed the crowed and stated,

"We are gathered today to celebrate the union of Lee Y/N and Min Yoongi. We are all here to support this commitment of love and to share the joy of Y/N and Yoongi as they choose to spend their lives together. On their behalf, I thank you all for your presence here today. Before we start the ceremony, is there any soul present here that objects this union?"

He looked around and after a few seconds, turned to look at you and Yoongi.

"Do you, Min Yoongi, take Lee Y/N to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her and, forsaking all others remain true to her as long as you both shall live?"

Yoongi turned slightly and looked at you right in the eyes as he boldly said, "I do."

"And Do you, Lee Y/N , take Min Yoongi to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort and keep him and, forsaking all others remain true to him as long as you both shall live? "

You felt Yoongi squeeze your hands and you looked up, catching a glimpse of emotion before his dark orbs before he masked it again. You gave him a soft smile and said,

"I do. "

You exchanged your rings and with both your hands gently clasped by his you both said in harmony, "With this ring, I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or in wealth, till death do us part."

"Then, I now pronounce you man and wife."

It was a wish of yours to have a spring wedding and it did come true that day but little did you know that all your other dreams of a marriage of love were about to be shattered the very night

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You left the place with your husband, but he excused himself. When you asked him why, he replied with an emotionless expression that you had never seen on his face before that he had an urgent meeting to go to.

Frowning, you tried not to dwell on what could be so important that he had to leave on his wedding night when the driver announced your arrival. Stepping down from the car, you tugged your long dress down and thanked the driver before he took his leave. Your things had already been moved to his apartment, which was now yours.

Traditionally, you were supposed to be carried inside the house in your husband's arms.

Shrugging your shoulders, you told yourself, "Well, this is the reality now. You have to accept it, Y/N."

You entered the house and sighed to yourself, deciding that it was time to change your clothes. A warm shower and a clean, comfy change of clothes later, you decided to sleep for a while. You were awoken by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Coming."

You shouted and ran to the entrance to open the door. You were met with the cold, empty expression on your husband's face, and a strong breeze of air that told you he had been drinking.

"Have you been drinking?" You asked.

Ignoring you, he stepped inside and made his way to your bedroom. Feeling low about the way he was treating you already, you followed him. You saw him tug at his tie before moving to the walk-in closet.

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Yoongi's POV

I left the ceremony as soon as possible to escape the suffocating feeling the place was giving me. I reached the hotel and went straight to the room that was my company for countless nights by now. Ordering a drink became two and didn't stop until I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Her absence became a dull void instead of the gaping wound it had been throughout the day. Without conscious thought, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was no longer tipsy, and it was midnight. I could think now and I remembered I had a wife waiting for me at our house.

Deciding to go home, I checked out and called my driver. Reaching home, I rang the doorbell twice and was greeted by her in a soft grey hoodie. Y/N's angelic voice reached my ears, and I was once again reminded of her. Doing my best to ignore her, I headed straight to my room and opened the closet to get a fresh change of clothes before heading to the shower.

The sight of her clothes arranged together with mine enraged me. It reopened the wound in my heart, and I could feel the dull ache grow and develop into a pounding pain.

Turning, I located her sitting on our bed and met her hazel-brown eyes. Looking back, I knew that I would regret what I do now but decided to do it anyway.

Collecting her clothes and snatching the hangers from my wardrobe, I walked across the room to place them in her hands and said, "The guest bedroom is across the hallway. You may ask the maid to show you to it. "

I was about to move away when I felt a small fist wrap around mine. Turning back, I saw her standing and looking up. I could see her eyes glossed up as she asked, "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"

Frowning, I stared into her eyes, trying to figure out why she thought so. Unable to understand the emotion in her eyes except for the guilt, I sighed.

"No, you didn't. But I'm not up for conversation right now, so just leave me be, we can talk tomorrow."

I felt her remove her grip, but she softly asked again, "Were you drinking and driving?"

Looking at her soft features highlighted by the moonlight streaming into the room, and seeing her eyes so concerned for me, I could feel the walls I had built around myself all these years start to break down.

"Why do you care so much?" I asked softly, and she simply said, "Because you're my husband now."

Her reply reopened the deep wound as I was once again harshly reminded of the fact that this is Y/N and not Her. I realized nobody would ever care so much about me except when they wanted something in return.

Frustrated, I pulled Y/N in by holding her wrist and caged her in between my arms and the wall. Looking into her eyes, I was met with confusion and slight fear as I told her, "Then don't. Please don't care for me just because you have to..."

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Y/N's POV:

I am shocked by his answer, and before I can even think to come up with a coherent answer, he leveled his head with mine and said, "You have come into my life now. But that's it."

I am frozen in my spot as I can feel him move his mouth to my ears as he whispered,

"If you can't get into my bed, you sure as hell can never get into my heart."

I stay in place as he pulls away, smirks at me, and then goes into the bathroom. I somehow come out of my shaken state and leave the room with tears streaming down my face. I could feel the maids staring at me, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

To be continued..

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I didn't know

Jjk x reader

"Who the hell even likes teaching maths?" Jungkook whines and you turn to look at his pouty face now sporting a frown.

"I do." You say with a smile directed towards him before you hop down from the bench and start kicking the grass in an attempt to ignore the tingles his proximity has been causing in you.

Jungkook has been your friend for as long as you can remember. It started when you moved into the neighbourhood and he was the guy next door who wanted to be friends. You both had an instant connection like... It was just meant to be. You don't know how to explain it but you guys just immediately became best friends.

Now you're both studying in the same university and are still best friends. He understands when you're uncomfortable and does something about it and you do the same when you know he's hurting and trying to hide it.

You know that he's the kind that likes to share his happiness and pride and still suffer in silence but you don't let him. You always manage to pull him out of the shell he's been living in.

You've both been together through all important things in life. He was there for you when you had your first heartbreak and you did the same for him. You've both been immovable constants in one another's lives. It's almost like the presence of one grounds the other. Like an anchor.

But recently you've been having trouble being the friend he'll never consider romantically. You have been having different reactions around him and when you sat down with a cup of coffee and analysed them you understood that you've caught feelings for him.

You do know that falling for your best friend does sound clichè but it isn't really. You understand that having such feelings for him can only end in heartbreak and you aren't ready to risk your friendship for anything. Especially not for silly feelings. And even more specifically you know that a relationship with Jungkook is next to impossible as you know that he cannot think of you in that way.

"Come on YN, you can't be serious." His voice brings you out of your musings and you turn around to face him.

"Jungkook, I am serious. I've been waiting for an opportunity for so long and I feel like this is it." You say with a determined look and see him in the eyes.

"But you don't even have a project this week. Why do you want to go today?" He asks and you try to escape the guilt churning your stomach.

You've been trying very hard to limit the time you spend around him in an attempt to hide or even forget your feelings all week.

That went so well. You think to yourself with an eye roll and turn to face him.

"I don't have a project but I'm planning on staying ahead of my peers. I spoke to our professor and got the project that we're supposed to work on next week." You explain and watch as he takes the information in.

"Why, though? You know, I've been so excited for this weekend because it's the first one after we had classes and projects continuously. I thought we could hang out, you know? Like the old times?" He asks with a saddened expression and you find your will melting. But you turn to the opposite side because you can't bear to see him like this and know that you won't be able to refuse him if you see his face any longer.

"Sorry, kookie. I just need to do this. Plus we have a holiday next week, remember? We can go out then." You plead and turn to look at him which again proves to be a mistake because you can see that he knows that it's just an empty promise. You both know that the whole week, you've been making such promises none of which you've held on to. But you also watch as his expression hardens and he nods his head twice. Almost like he flipped a switch off you see his face turn expressionless and cold.

"Okay, Yn. I'll see you tomorrow then." He says and hops down before walking away.

You know what he's trying to do. Of course you do, you were with him the whole time he was suffering. He's closing off. Hiding behind the walls he's built to save himself from getting hurt. It's his defence mechanism and you found this out when he first stopped spending time with you after his breakup. Thinking about that time, your heart clenches painfully and you sigh thinking that's exactly how he must be feeling right now. Sighing again, you turn around to see that he has already left.

*Time skip 3 days. *

You're in your bed under the covers. The TV is on and your favourite drama is playing but not a single thing is entering your head as you've been thinking about Jungkook the whole time.

The last time he closed off abruptly the way he did earlier that week was when his mom died and he decided not to tell you because he didn't want to worry you. However, you found out something was wrong the moment he cancelled your plans to hang out at your place. You called Jimin (who's your other friend) and immediately went to his place when you were told that Jungkook was there.

One look at your face and he burst out crying pulling you closer by wrapping his hands around your narrow waist. You patted his shoulders, ran your fingers through his hair and whispered softly to him, feeling your heart aching for him as his tears soaked through your baggy sweatshirt and yours poured down your face. What you were unaware of, was the look Jimin and Jin exchanged behind you.

That day, you hated jungkook's mom for the way he was crying, knowing that she could do nothing about death. But you still hated her. Knowing that the reason why he is behaving this way now is what you did makes your stomach churn.

The past few days he hasn't tried talking to you or spoken to your friends. When you called Jin a few minutes back he said that he's been trying to reach Jungkook and he hasn't been answering since the day he closed off.

Before you even know it, you're making your mind up and tossing the sheets off of your body. Turning off the TV and changing your dress, you lock the house before getting into your car and driving to his place which isn't too far away.

When you reach there, you ring the bell and wait for a response. Growing irritated after about 2 minutes, you're about to ring the bell again when the door opens and the sight almost has you on your knees begging for forgiveness. Eyes swollen, face red and blotched, Jungkook rubs his eyes standing in front of you. You immediately throw your hands around his shoulders as you can already feel your tears leaking down your face. You can feel his confusion before he recognises you. The small smile that you can feel from the place his lips touch your temple is enough to tell you all you want to know.

"What is it this time?" He asks, chuckling when you shake your head in response to his shoulder. Understanding that you don't want to talk right now, he wraps his hands around your waist and gently lifts you off the ground. Immediately, you wrap your legs around his waist and burrow your head against his neck.

Gosh, you can't explain how much you've missed that scent.

You can vaguely recognise from his movements that he's locking the door to his apartment and carrying you inside. You feel it when he tries to set you down on the couch in the living room and chuckles again at your antics as you refuse to let go.

Sighing, he sits down and spreads his legs open before he gently places you down in the place between his legs. He gently pulls you closer and places his chin on top of your head. A few minutes pass before you mumble against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

Prying you off his shoulder, he nudges your chin gently until you meet his eyes. Taking a deep breath he says,

"YN, you know that you can talk to me about anything right?"

Sighing you say,

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." You say and drop your eyes.

"For what?"

"For behaving the way I did and... And for ignoring you... And for hurting you the way I did." You mumble in a low voice.

"YN." He calls softly and continues when you meet his eyes,

"I know that you didn't mean to hurt me. I also know that what you did hurt you more than me. I just…" He stops. Sighing, he runs his hand through his hair Before saying,

"Just… Just don't do it again, okay?"

You look up with tears in your eyes and he offers you a gentle smile and you can see his genuine feelings in his eyes, before he says, "These three days felt like hell. I already knew that I can never live without you but these three days just showed me everything I needed to see. I realised that I can never, ever go without you."

Unable to see his hurt expression anymore, you throw yourself on him again as he catches you with ease and gently rocks you back and forth. Seeing him be so honest makes you want to spill everything and you decide to. Pulling away, you gaze into his eyes but he beats you to it saying,

"It's just that… All good things leave my life. I just don't want to lose you too. Don't leave me?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Feeling like throwing your hands around him again, you control the urge and shake your head facing down. Sniffing, you look up and say,

" Well, I have something to tell you and I want you to answer the question you just asked me." You say and meet his eyes.

"Jungkook-ah, I've been dishonest to you. I failed to be a good friend. I did something that might ruin our friendship." you admit your fears aloud and watch as he waits for you to continue. Sighing, you look down and compose your thoughts, preparing yourself for the worst before meeting his eyes again.

"You know we've been friends for so long that I can't even remember when we first became friends. I've confided in you more than I have in my own family and you already know that I trust and value you more than anyone else in the world. But somewhere along the way, I've caught feelings for you. " You whisper the last part and watch as his eyes widen in shock.

" I…I didn't mean to. You know that I wouldn't risk losing you for anything. I just9… " you rush to justify. Sighing you say,

"I don't even know how or when. I just realised that I've been thinking about you in a way a friend wouldn't. I love you and you already know that but I'm starting to doubt that my love is purely what a friend feels…" You watch him process all the information and you almost feel bad for giving him so much to digest in such a short span of time.

"I just.. I've been watching couples lately and I've realised that we've been living just the way a couple do. We have everything in our relationship except for the sexual or the romantic part. I don't even need to tell you all the ways we get each other better than others. We've been there for each other in all important walks of life and you have stood by my side every time I've had to make a hard decision." You pause and try to discern his reaction.

Unable to recognise anything you sigh.

"I can totally understand if you don't think of me that way. I know it seems abrupt and I also know that you wouldn't consider pursuing a romantic relationship with me. I just wanted to tell you all of this and get it off of my heart. I've been feeling a heavy weight in my shoulders from the time I recognised my feelings and decided not to tell you. I feel like I've betrayed you and our friendship but I'm truly sorry for it. " You say and search his face.

"Now I'm going to ask you, Please don't leave me alone?" you plead, your voice so low he has to strain to hear you. A few moments pass as you wait and you sigh, thinking this is the end of all the happiness in your life. Getting up, you tell him one last time,

" I love you Jungkook-ah. I hope you get to experience true happiness in life." you move away with a heavy heart and everything seems to happen in slow motion there after.

You feel his fingers wrap around your wrist and you barely have a chance to react before he pulls you. You fall right into his lap with a gasp and blink once as he places his hands on either side of your face, cradling your head gently. He doesn't give you much time to dwell before you feel his lips on yours and your eyes widen comically.

Unable to process what's happening, you blink one, twice and then realise that this is the moment you've dreamt of. Closing your eyes you whimper and respond eagerly as you move your lips against his. You can clearly feel his smile against your lips.

You open your eyes to see him looking right into you and try to quell the butterflies in your stomach. Leaving your face, you feel his hands journey down your body as one wraps around your waist and the other travels downwards and up inside your oversized t-shirt.

You gasp at the sensation when you feel his warm fingers against your bare skin and Jungkook uses it to slip his tongue inside your mouth. As you glare at the way he just cheated, you can feel him smirk into the kiss.

His tongue explores your mouth and you respond just as eagerly matching him with a caress for caress and thrust for thrust. He spreads his hand completely on the bare skin of your waist and uses his other hand to do the same and finds out that one of his hands is large enough to cover almost all the around.

The contrast of his warm skin against yours and his lips on yours is almost overwhelming as you forget everything except him. You take in each and every detail as you also kiss him fiercely, pouring all the feelings you can't convey using words into the kiss.

Soon, the need for air separates you, and you both gasp to take huge lungfuls of air. Smiling at each other, you join your foreheads together and he says,

"I didn't know. I wish I knew earlier so I would have acted upon it…"

Sighing you say,

"I didn't either…"

Looking into each other's eyes you ask at the same time,

"Don't leave me?"

" Don't leave, please? "

As he chuckles and you offer a tiny smile, you say

"Never" and he says

"I Won't."

Cold air enters the room through the windows and you shiver as you feel the warmth of his hands still enveloping your waist. Your face turns crimson and you are no longer bold enough to look him in the eyes as he gives you a tiny smirk on the way to try to hide your cheeks using his shoulders.

Chuckling he says,

"You know, I always imagined this moment but never ever had my imaginations matched this reality. It can't even compare to how I'm feeling right now with you in my arms. I feel like I just achieved something great."

Lifting your face, you give him a serious look before you smirk and say, "I know. But now, just shut up and kiss me."

Returning your smirk with his he says,

"Gladly."

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If you ask me what inspired me to write this, it's a clip from his live where he talks about how much he hates maths.

Have a good day.

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taekookielove0130 · 1 year

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Jungkook once said,

"When you guys were partying, I gave up sleep for my dreams."

And I felt it...

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Marry me? | JJK x Reader Ch 1

"You made me question every damn thing I've been taught to believe from the very beginning. Doesn't that make you special enough?"

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Yn POV

The breeze brushes past me as I gently inhale the scent of invigorating coffee lingering in the shop. I sigh and tuck the strands of hair as I stare out through the window.

A typical day in my life. Wake up at 6. Workout for a while. Eat breakfast. Study. Work at the coffee shop from 5 to 7 pm. Go home. Eat, sleep, and repeat. Well, the sleep part isn't too prominent. But that isn't the point.

Oh, and did I mention college? Yeah, I'm working to earn the money I need alongside doing my PGs. Today, in particular, has been quite stressful.

With the new month approaching, the house owner has been pestering me about the rent. Today, he decided to drop a bomb on me by saying I have to move out.

Apparently, his daughter, who was living in the US, is now returning to spend a few days here. I only have a month to find a new place to live. And since it's the last semester of my last year at college, I have a LOT going on at the moment.

A voice calling out my name breaks me out of my reverie, and I turn to see my best friend waving at me. I wave back and wait for her to join me at my table.

Ha-Joon and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. Born to parents who are good friends, going to the same school and growing up in the same neighborhood, she has always been the sister I never had.

As both of us had the same passion when it came to fashion, we both followed our dreams and pursued a degree in our field of interest. Since I wanted to do a PG course and get a professional degree and she didn't, I am studying while she is working.

"Yah! Where were you? You told me you'd come at 7 and see the time now." I ask her with a glare as she sets her bag down on the table and sits.

Sighing, she says, "I know. I promised to be here at 7 and now it's 7:30. I was late because my ex just bumped into me as I was coming here."

Frowning, I decide to...

"Okay. So before you even think of scolding me..." she says, giving me a look.

See what i said? She knows me far too well.

"I didn't let him charm his way back into my life. He let me go once, and that's it. " she continues staring into my eyes.

"That's right. He doesn't deserve you." I agree giving a satisfied smile.

"Exactly what I thought. Now, what do you have to say about not getting ready?" She cocks her brows at me as I frown in confusion.

"Oh My Fucking God! You forgot again didn't you?"she asks and places her fist above her chest, gasping.

Drama queen. But yeah, I did forget that we have a party to attend tonight. One of our friends from college has gotten a job at Flowers and Seasons after months of applications and rejections.

He has decided to throw a party and since it's on a Friday night, I wouldn't say no to starting the weekend with a drink and he basically threatened our friendship if I didn't go, I agreed to it.

The party starts at 9, and we need to go and get ready now unless we plan on being late and having our heads bitten off.

"I did forget. I'm sorry, today was just way too stressful than usual." I say wincing, rubbing my temples.

"Aw. My baby is tired."she coos at me and hugs me sideways as I sigh and hug her back.

"Okay. Let's go now." I say, standing up.

This day can only get better from here, right?

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Jungkook POV:

Leaning against the railing, I run my hands through my hair as I scroll through the texts and the calls I haven't answered.

More than 20 missed calls, mostly from my mother and a few of my friends. I texted my friends that I'm already here before i opened the chat with my mother. She's asking me where I am and berating me for leaving without even listening to what they had to say.

Seriously? My dad just decided to step down and hand his title and all the responsibilities that come with it to me without even asking me if I was ready. Typical of my parents to make decisions for me without considering my thoughts or my emotions...

In all of the 30 years I've lived so far, not once have I had my parents ask me what I would like. Not like I expect them to. Being the only son of the best mob boss of South Korea does teach you not to expect good things in life.

All this time, I've been taught that emotions are weaknesses. Love can only make you weak. I do understand the truth in that statement. My cousin, who got married last week to the live of his life, got killed because he couldn't afford to maintain his position in our empire.

Only a marriage like my parents' can survive in our world. A marriage of convenience. One without love. A facade. A symbiosis where both gain something by living together. I do know all of this. I understand it, too.

But why did my heart skip a beat when my eyes met hers for the first time? Why did I feel like I wanted to see the world through her brown orbs instead of the dark, expressionless black that mine are? And most importantly, why did I think she was the one I was meant to meet? I need answers to all these questions, and that's exactly what drew me to her.

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Yn POV

I'm shaken out of my shocked state by Ha-Joon who looks at me with a questioning look and follows my line of vision to see the object of my desire and looks back at me with understanding in her eyes. She rolls her eyes and fans her face in a dramatic show of "hot" and smirks at my giggle before turning back to face the table.

I can totally relate to her. The guy that's sat across from us at the bar looks like he just jumped right out from one of my fictional novels.

With perfectly-gelled jet black hair and a casual look on with the black jacket thrown over his white tee and blue jeans, he looks so hot that I would jump his bones right now if I weren't so scared of the others' reactions.

Shit. No. No, no, no. I did totally not think about that right now. I take a deep breath and am sure that my face just turned so red that it would give tomatoes a run for their money and try to forget about him and tune in to the conversation about the model that has asked one of our friends to design her dress.

A few minutes pass, and I know I can't concentrate anymore. Understanding that what I need right now is a drink, I excuse myself from the table and pad across the room to the bar.

Sitting down, I wait for the bartender and am shocked again as a figure makes its way to me and maneuvers into the seat next to me.

Settling down, he turns to face me and flashes me a smirk before extending his hand.

"Jeon Jungkook." he says in his deep baritone that has wetness gushing between my legs that makes me want to rub my thighs together. Clearing my throat, I try to control my reaction and regulate my breathing.

"Lee Y/n. " I say, flashing him a nervous smile, proud of the fact that my voice doesn't break.

"A bone dry martini for me and.." he pauses, turning to me.

"I'll have the same, please," I say, turning and flashing a smile to the bartender before he leaves.

I turn to face the model-like man next to me and notice him cocking his eyebrow at me.

"You sure you wanna try that drink? It's a bit too strong." he questions as I smirk at him before saying

"I'm tougher than you may think, mister."

Smirking back he asks,

"So y/n. What brings a lovely lady like you to the bar on a Friday night?"

"Can't a girl just enjoy her youth in a bar with her friend?" I shoot back and see that amused expression on his face at my response.

Letting out a tiny giggle I say, "We're actually here for a friend's party. I couldn't concentrate on the conversation at the table, so I just wanted to take a break." I answer genuinely.

A few minutes later, we've both had plenty of drinks, and I've loosened up gradually. I'm pretty comfortable around him now. And he is actually an interesting person.

He's been filling me in with a lot of funny memories from his childhood, along with pieces of information about who he really is.

I now know that he's the son of Mr. Jeon, who is currently South Korea's most dangerous mob boss.

To be honest, I was quite surprised at the information. Scared? Not really. Being friends to one of the top mob bosses' daughters does that to you. Before you ask, yes. Ha-joon's dad is a mob boss. It's a very dangerous one at that.

I'm broken out of my musings as a hand appears in my peripheral. Following it, I stare transfixed as Jungkook stands there looking at me with a charming smirk.

"Care for a dance?" he asks.

Glancing back, I can see Ha-Joon talking to one of our friends. Understanding by her animated way of talking, I see she is quite comfortable.

Making my decision, I turn back to Jungkook and slip my hand into his after giving him a smile. The warmth in his soft hands amaze and somehow shock me at the same time.

"Sure," I say. Clasping my hand tightly in his hand, he starts to make his way to the dance floor.

The song is one for a slow dance. He turns back to me with an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes sparkling due to the lights of the dance floor.

Looking into my eyes for permission, I understood what he was asking when he slipped his hands around me, hovering over my waist but not touching.

Suppressing the smile and hiding the happiness such a sweet gesture caused in me, I answer him by thread both my hands behind his neck, pulling him closer.

Once again, I am impressed by his build. This man definitely works out. Suppressing the shiver that passes through me at his body, I understand that admiring such a man from a distance was fine but feeling it this close to me and having the privilege of running my hands over it was a whole different thing.

I don't have much time to dwell, though. He immediately wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me closer.

The warmth from his hands seeps past the thin fabric of my dress and makes me shiver with anticipation.

Looking up, I can already see him staring into my eyes. As we slowly begin to sway along with the music, I am starting to get mesmerised by his eyes.

His gaze darkens further as I move even closer, pushing my body up against his as someone pushes me into him.

When I clear myself of the drunk state his gaze causes and start to move away, he locks his hands around me, caging my body with his in an almost - protective cocoon.

The look in his eyes is overpowering, and I find myself submitting to his will against the nagging voice in my head.

We sway with the music for what seems like eternity, but in actuality, it is nothing but a few minutes.

As the song ends, I still can not find it in me to look away and have to wait for a few minutes until the inebriated state clears.

Just as I think the night was over, along with the dance and the amazing time I spent with this man, he shocked me with his words.

Lowering his head to my height and placing his lips next to my ear, he presses an open-mouthed kiss against my skin there.

As I shiver, I can feel him smiling or rather smirking (since I haven't seen this guy full-flown smiling yet) against my skin.

A few more minutes pass before I hear the deep timbre of his voice whisper against my head,

"YN, will you marry me?”

Author note:

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