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So…does DG act like a regular kpop idol? Like, does he make those tiktok videos dancing to his song with other kpop idols to promote?
Imagine seeing the guy who beat the shit out of you doing aeygo. My pride would be in hell, never to be seen again.
imagine being his s/o and watching act all sweet on tv and he comes home with his real personality💀
ALSO i need to know what kind of music he makes bc i NEED to see him singing and dancing Rover (by KAI)
I need an in depth abt his idol life right now.
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↳ Index [Snippet #29 - Doodles]
“When Jungkook doodles on your back.”
Genre: domestic Fluff
Warnings: casual nudity but it’s not sexual, kissies, they are so CUTE
Wordcount: 1.5k
a/n: just something short and sweet because i miss them :( also this is a hundred percent a regular thing between those two 🥺🧡
It was a warm summer's night. The opened swing doors let in the smell of ocean salt and the sound of crickets. Your shirts have been off for quite some time as the weather was just too hot for clothes and on your coffee table a finished plate of snacks is waiting to be cleaned up.
Inside you have your vinyl player playing, because Jungkook insisted that using it is peak romance and "tonight is all about romance".
It didn’t actually start off as a romantic evening. You were merely discussing the new tattoo you are planning on getting (Jungkook will do it obviously) when Jungkook had the brilliant idea of practicing its placement.
It started off innocent. Jungkook got the finished sketch while you took off your shirt to make space for him.
Your tattoo was supposed to go on your upper back. Your shoulder blade to be more exact. You told Jungkook to design something related to the coast and he did. Around three inch in size and with the most intricate of details. You loved it instantly.
Jungkook then spent a good hour recreating the tattoo on your back, working quietly while you were shivering in relaxation. Back scratches are your weakness after all.
Romance soon however began seeping into the evening. The tattoo was finished but the desire to doodle remained.
Jungkook put on music and together you created your little snuggle spot on the floor on top of your cuddle blankets and with too many pillows to count.
Jungkook got his skin safe doodle pencils, which he got solely for drawing on your body and then the fun began. He doodled on your back while you relaxed and shivered each time he brushed over an especially sensitive spot and every now and then you could listen to Jungkook sing to one of the songs. It was the perfect evening, it really was.
Almost your entire back is covered by now, serving as a canvas for the most beautiful artworks ever. You haven’t seen them yet, but this was your husband you were talking about here and his doodles are always the most beautiful ever.
"Oh no", Jungkook whispers.
"Messed up?"
"Mh-hm yeah."
Jungkook fixes his mistake by wetting his thumb and wiping your skin. You don’t mind the feeling, not with how nasty the two of you are during your wilder times. A little bit of his spit can’t disgust you.
"What were you drawing?" you ask him.
"Just some flowers, but the stem looks weird. I gotta redo it."
His thumb leaves your skin. He wipes you dry with the help of his pointer finger and then begins drawing again.
The pencil is soft on your skin, sending an enjoyable shiver over your skin. His hand is warm, dancing over your body in snych with the patterns he draws. Every now and then you can feel the tickle of his fingertips as he outlines what he drew to check for any mistakes.
You relax in a sigh.
"Honestly Koo, I could fall asleep just like this", you mumble.
"You know you can, I’ll keep you safe."
"You're talking as if we're in some life or death situation."
"You never know. Maybe a bear randomly appears while you sleep. What then? You’d be happy to have me."
"Really?" you are already snickering in preparation for his silly joke.
"Yeah, cause I’ll be fighting it."
"Of course", you cackle, "cause you'd be able to fight a bear."
"Don't underestimate me. I fought many bears before."
"Did you now?"
"Yeah. There was this one time where Yoongi, Tae and I were camping in the woods and then a bear snuck into our camp and I had to fight it."
"Wow, that sounds dangerous. How come you never told me about that?"
"Because I didn’t wanna worry you."
"Ah I see, obviously", you say, grinning, "you doofus."
"Hey", Jungkook complains and slaps your ass.
"Ah", you gasp, "what the heck babe, that was really strong. My butt hurts now."
"That's what you get", he says, rubbing your butt as an apology, “sorry.”
You send him an annoyed glance, rolling your eyes.
"You'll get that back", you murmur, snuggling back into the pillows.
Jungkook snickers boyishly and returns to drawing his pretty flower.
It will be the last piece of the painting. Jungkook wants to continue, but your back physically has no space left anymore. So he sadly has to make this flower the last doodle, if he wants to or not.
He finishes the stem with a little swirl.
"Done", he says and traces the finished drawing with his thumb.
"Wait. Like done done?"
"Yeah, your back's covered all over."
You huff out air, "I'm sad, I want more."
"Same, but wait”, he slaps your ass again, “I'll take a picture.”
And with that he gets up and hurries to get your polaroid camera.
“Stop slapping my ass, you idiot!” you call after him.
He returns after a moment, “sorry that you’ve got such a yummy peach just out and about. I can’t resist”, he says and sits down on the back of your thighs.
You laugh because he is so silly and stupid and you love him so much.
"Hold still", he says, guiding the camera to his eye.
The flash goes up, the shutter clicks then the purring of the camera printing out the picture.
Jungkook takes it, shakes it twice and places it on the blanket.
"And?"
"Can’t tell yet. It’s developing", he says, lifting his hips so you could flip on your back.
He sits back down, resting his weight on your crotch.
"Stay like this", he says, lifting the camera.
"Kook, I’m not even wearing a shirt", you complain in a giggle, covering your boobs with the help of your hand.
“So? Put your hands away I wanna have boobies”, he says, tugging at your wrist whilst looking through the camera.
“Urgh fine”, you give in, intertwining your fingers with him.
Click.
Jungkook's face reappears. He is grinning brightly.
"You're so pretty", he says, placing the picture next to the first one.
"I am?"
“Yeah so pretty”, he says, leaning down to press a big smooch on each of your boobs. Then a kiss on your left collarbone and a little bite to your shoulder.
“Mhm Koo feels good.”
He hums softly and kisses your neck in a way that it would tickle.
You giggle, fighting him off with a little push.
“Don’t it tickles.”
“Baby”, he coos and chases you.
“Koo please”, you squeak, cackling.
Jungkook chuckles and rolls off your lap to cuddle into your side. You shift and wiggle to find your perfect snuggle position, fighting each other with giggles in your chests because Jungkook is still trying to tickle you. You end up with Jungkook’s arm under your head while you are facing him in the end.
“You’re the worst”, you mumble.
"You're the prettiest", he says, pecking your forehead.
"So are you", you tell him, melting closer.
Your eyes meet. You kiss each other’s lips in a quick peck, feeling tingly. He pulls back with a smile, tracing your cheek with his fingertips.
"Should we take a picture?" you suggest.
"Yeah? Like in a selfie?"
"Mh-hm, we didn’t take selfies in ages."
"We didn’t. Okay, come here baby let's take a pic."
You and him squish against each other. Cheek against cheek while Jungkook is lifting the camera up.
You smile, as does Jungkook.
The flash goes off, the shutter clicks and the camera gives you the picture.
"Another one", Jungkook says and turns his head to smooch your cheek.
"Kook", you squeak in happiness, smiling oh so brightly.
Jungkook takes a picture of that moment. You glowing in happiness while he kisses your cheek.
The picture will turn out a little blurry, but neither of you will care.
Jungkook places the camera next to the photos after taking the picture. He rolls to his side, facing you that way and hooking his arms behind your head.
"You're so cheeky", you tell him, caressing his chest.
"I wanna have a new pic for my wallet. It’s perfect."
"I want a copy too."
"Yeah, you get the other one."
"Wow okay, so you get the really cute one?"
"The other one's cute too. You look so pretty on it."
"You don’t even know how I look on it yet."
"Don't have to, I just know."
You grin, "you old cheeseball."
Jungkook smirks confidently and pinches your cheek softly.
"Wanna see the doodles?"
"Yeah show me."
Jungkook fetches the developed polaroid of your back and hands it to you.
"Wow, Googie", you gasp, "those are all so pretty."
"You think so? I just doodled though."
"I can't even see it. I like them all so much."
Jungkook shies away, even going so far as to nuzzle into your hair. It makes looking at the polaroid impossible, but you don’t mind because you can cuddle Jungkook instead.
"You smell nice", he murmurs and kisses your forehead.
"You too", you whisper and sigh contently.
Tonight is perfect, it truly is.
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I understand last anon.
For me, I don’t think I’ll stop supporting Jikook if he does make out with the actress if the mv but I would have to reconsider who I think Jungkook is, if that makes sense? I’m totally aware that it’s a me problem and that I’m probably projecting, but the idea that he would do this, even though it’s just acting, it just feels so far from who I think he is and how he seems to consider love relationships. Of course, again, that’s the way I interpret his personality, so I could be totally wrong and projecting onto him someone he’s actually not. He’s the member I feel the closest to, in terms of personality. I perceive him as such an hopeless romantic, more than Jimin, and someone who has very strong boundaries when it comes to love. Take the perilla leaves moment for eg, though he was also probably emphasizing his disagreement for the laughs, he strikes me as someone entirely focused on his partner when he’s in a committed relationship so making out with someone even for acting seems like something that would be totally inconceivable for him. Again, I wanna make it clear that it’s probably a projection from my own values and personality, as for me it would be something that I would not accept from my partner (and I’m not saying I’m right and this is how it should be etc, boundaries are different for everyone and every couple, some would 0 problem with it and it’s perfectly fine if it suits them!).
Honestly I find it a bit vain to fear the mv when it’s not even out yet. I’m pretty confident it won’t be close to any hot scenarios Armys have been making these days. But who knows.
Hi anon,
I understand what you are saying. And I think it's good that you understand that it's a projection from you as well.
So for you it's more of a relationship boundary that Jungkook would be crossing if he made out with a woman in the mv. Hmmm.
He's not cheating on us (because he's not in a relationship with us) but it could be considered cheating on Jimin... but are we Jimin in this story then? Could that be it?
We have our other favorite artists who have their partners and whose personalities we like and then they do "something" similar in a film or mv and we don't bat an eye.
Then comes Jk who is sweet and listens to us, sings for us, laughs along with us, let's us watch him work out, cooks with us, and shares emotions with us so there is this deep emotional attachment to him.
He is very boyfriend-y, to be precise.
We "love" Jungkook a little too much and think we own at least a little part of him so the pedestal we have him on is higher so things like making out with a woman(maybe) in a mv or anything along those lines pushes him off the pedestal and the fall is bigger...it just hurts more even though we know it's all performative. Even though we are not his romantic partner.
It is all a matter of separating boundaries. Not projecting. Letting go of our Jikook beliefs and our own relationship beliefs that limit Jungkook and won't let him grow artistically.
The art shouldn't encapsulate Jungkook. Our views on Jikook shouldn't encapsulate Jungkook. Our own views on life shouldn't encapsulate Jungkook. The weverse lives and content shouldn't encapsulate Jungkook.
But I'm glad that you see it and understand it. I hope others who are on the same boat do too.
Thank you for sharing.
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2:30 series - at home | part 4 ( your Jungkook)
masterlist here
part 3| part 4 | part 5
"Come sit here with me for a bit.", Jungkook offered his hand to help you sit beside him by the ventilator. The day was so hot you thought you'd melt at any second. Earlier you got out with Jungkook to see the city and buy some ice cream, and you were actually surprised to see how people reacted to see him. You pictured they jumping at him, and screaming hysterically, but that didn't happen. Some sellers didn't even recognize him to be honest.
You observed carefully to see Jungkook's reaction, and he was just like you always pray for him to be: at peace. He didn't let go of your hand for one second, always presenting you as his 'lovely girlfriend' whenever someone from his childhood recognized or said hello to him.
"She's very beautiful, son! Take good care of her.", the ancient said to him, as he served both of you some Ttaebboki.
"I will, sir. I will.", Jungkook bowed down respectfully and smiled at you.
Walking with him without fear of him getting hurt or having his privacy violated was incredible. This was a great place to live, you thought.
"We can live here when we get married ", Jungkook startled you from your wondering.
"What?"
"Us. Here.", he looked around breathing profoundly. "We can totally move out and live here. What do you think?", his eyes stopped at you.
"Here's amazing, Kook. It's just really, really far from Hybe. How would you go to work?"
Jungkook nodded as he placed his arm around you, pulling you closer.
"Who said I'm going to work there?", he inhaled your hair, smelling the shampoo he loved.
"What are you saying, Kook?"
"I'm saying life changes, babe. I don't gotta keep doing the same thing for the rest of my life. I'm okay with moving forward."
Surprised wouldn't even begin to describe your state with Jungkook's words.
"You're saying leaving the band? Stop singing? Leave BTS? Leave ARMY? Kook, this is your life.", you made a pause to breathe before continuing to question him, but Jungkook stopped you on your tracks.
"All that... is not my life, baby.", he stated, removing his arm off you, making space so you could turn to look at him directly. "It's part of my life, yeah, but is not my whole life. The idol Jungkook, singer, member of BTS, best friend of ARMY... they're part of me, but not all of me. ", Jungkook took your hand and placed above his heart. "This. This is me. I can still sing from anywhere. I can still love ARMY and the members even if I'm not there. Stop overthinking, baby.", he squeezes your hand against his heart. "I like to be a different Jungkook too, you know? The boyfriend material, worried, head-over -heels-and-deeply in-love-with-you Jungkook. The Jungkook you love to tease. The Jungkook you confess your love to when you think I'm sleeping. ", Jungkook laughs as you push his shoulder gently. "I love to be your Jungkook, YN. I wanna spend my life being this Jungkook too. Your Jungkook. That's what I want."
Your heart was working at full speed by now. A mix of happiness with worry flowing through your mind. He really was willing to leave all he was accustomed, just to live a totally different life with you? You didn't feel like you deserve it.
There they were. The feelings.
Feelings aren't facts. That's what Mrs. Sunny told you. You gotta believe what's being said sometimes instead of overthinking everything. And in front of you were the man that kept telling you and showing you just how much he loves you. Maybe you should start listening such a wise man.
"Me too.", you confessed finaly. "I want that too."
art couple from Gyung Studio - not mine
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Bc he clearly isnt stable and sometimes strains his performance in Inkigayo is an example and many were hating on him for that, he cant just come back and sing badly again The GP wont take him that seriously.
He needs to improve his vocals even if as a fan you think he is already perfect that mindset isnt good if you wanna be better. See Dua was critized for her dance and now she is praised after a lot of pratice and gained more fans that is the mindset a person should have.
Jimin got hate for literally announcing that he was performing on those korean shows. The solo stans were salty because other members didn't do it. It was not because of his unstable voice.
If you are talking about encore stage then First of all, so many people said that there was some in-ear problem. And Second, even if there wasn't any in-ear problem, encore stage is for fun NOT to show off vocals like some kpop stans think.
When you have to show off vocals, you do well in live performances and concerts. If jimin is unstable there then you can rightfully give him constructive criticism.
His live performances on the other hand were perfect. What are you even talking about? I agree he is unstable sometimes but that's extremely rare and he has improved so much, just look at all the live performances in the concerts. He was so good there.
They're not perfect. Everyone has a bad day. You're talking as if jimin is unstable in every stage. Encore stage doesn't matter, the live performance matter. And he was perfect in live performances.
People were hating him for the encore stage and those were mostly other members solo stans, or blackpink stans (even if their own faves vocals are mid af). So kpop stans has some weird hatred towards jimin and they nitpick everything he does. Encore was a good opportunity for them.
Taehyung's voice is unstable too sometimes but no one hates on him as hard as they did to jimin. Infact people barely even mentions tae or any other member being unstable eventhough they are too sometimes. They just need excuses and will nitpick everything to push jimin down.
These haters will hate on jimin for literally breathing. It's sad but it's true. All of jimin's live performance are so good.
And you're talking about mindset.
As a fan when I heard jimin's live performances (the actual performances) they were all so good, his vocals were so beautiful.
And for jimin....... and his mindset as a artist, check out any of his interview and he had said millions of times how he always strive to improve himself.
Jimin wasn't even given vocal lessons still he became the lead vocalist, just look at the way he has improved so much by teaching himself, he sometimes take jungkook's help too for vocals, he IS dedicated to improve himself and his improvement shows. You are exaggerating some things. Imo jimin sounds perfect in face performances.
Taehyung was given vocal lessons along with jk but still he didn't become the lead vocal. Ask yourself why? Taehyung's voice is good but it doesn't suit all types of songs. Jungkook's voice is good too, his strongest point is stability, but if we look at it, his voice is just basic, nothing special and unique.
Jimin's voice is beautiful, angelic, seductive, deep, unique all at the same time. And even without the vocal lessons he has improved so much all these years.
I don't even know which recent performances you have watched to say this.
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LU Headcanons Part 3: I Thought of These While Watching Baymax
SCOTTISH LEGEND
“Aye.”
“Wur youse vaccinated wi’ a gramophone needle?!”
“A wee devil more like.”
“Yer aff yer heid, Wild.”
“It’s pure dead brilliant!”
“She was a bonnie lass…”
“Speak O’ the Devil.”
“Aye right!”
“Moan fur a wee drink, Cap’n?”
My grandfather is Scottish so these are things I’ve ACTUALLY heard him say
Also, her Hylian is based on Gàidhlig to further prove this
Vegetarian Sky
When the Chain is on Tetra’s ship for the first time, Wind gathers the crew into singing The Wellerman
When Four is arguing with someone he stands on the nearest stump, table, or chair to reach their height or taller. He needs to assert dominance.
While they all have their “Titles” since they’re all named Link, how ‘bout some nicknames?
Twilight: Cub/Rancher/Twi
Time: Dad/Old Man/Sir
Wild: Pup/Gremlin/Champion/Princess
Wind: Sailor/Young One/Ghostie
Four: Smithy/Munchkin/Artificer
Warriors: Captain/Princey/Pretty Boy/Wars
Legend: Vetertan/A Sheòid [by Ravio]/Honeybee [by Ravio]
Hyrule: Traveler/Roolie/Buttercup
Sky: Angel/Darling [by Sun]/Hero
Twi’s Hylian is based on Chinese [I like the idea of him singing Yours Forever from Over the Moon about Midna ;-;]
Legend just… doesn’t mention that he’s the prince of his Hyrule. Like it literally just slips his mind until they’re there and he talks to Fable and it just slips out, and he’s like “oh did I not mention that?”
Obviously, due to the number of musical instruments, challenges, and quests in the Zelda universe, people have given their HCs about the boys’ musical talents, so here’s my 2 cents:
Fuck the idea that having the hero's spirit also means being tone-deaf, what about the Chain being able to sing and the ZELDAS CAN’T
TAKE THAT HYLIA
Hyrule doesn’t sing a lot, it would draw too much attention in his Hyrule so he chooses not to, but he has a very haunting air to his voice [I use Ashley Serena as a reference to how he would sound] and sounds lovely when he does
And because of his travels, he’s a very good dancer! Like, REALLY good. He learned all sorts of stuff from the places he’s been, and simply enjoys doing it which only made the skill grow
TWILIGHT SOUNDS LIKE JEON JUNGKOOK
It was first discovered that he could sing so well when he was about 13 when he was on the ranch just singing aloud to the goats and Ilia heard him and told e v e r y o n e
Legend has a smooth and deep voice, can sing in like 6 different languages, and can play like every instrument invented
Srsly u could probably give it a brand new one and would probably pick it up within like a minute
Warriors: This piano costs more than your house
I will continue to draw Twi in JKs outfits, so feel free to drop me ones u wanna see him in [like send an ask or smth]
Anyway
Time and Malon will make little duets often, with him on his ocarina and her singing, or them both singing just cause they love each other *sobs*
Ok enough music stuff on to the shit y’all care about
Wild and Flora were goofing off and trying on each other’s royal dress and guard uniform then looked in the mirror and both just kinda went
“Oh.”
This is me saying they’re both trans [icons]
I really like the nicknames thing for the Chain & Co. so my idea is that Wild calls themselves that even after the journey, and that their Zelda ditches the name ‘Zelda’ and changes it to Florian
“So, what’s your Princess Zelda like?”
“Oh, I don’t have a Princess Zelda.”
“???”
“No, I have a Prince Florian.”
I also demand - platonic or romantic - that we keep the absolute CHAOS that those two have
LITERALLY TRIED TO MAKE WILD EAT A FROG IN CANON WHERE IS THAT ENERGY Y’ALL
W H E R E I S I T
Gives Wild his old royal dress and Wild cries
Twilight has really sharp K9s [c’mon there had to be SOME side effects to being a wolf for a while]
And is secretly a cat person
Four loves Wild’s Hyrule ‘cause of the surplus of minerals and mining
Time calls the Chain “His boys”
Sky will take random sticks or logs he finds and carve small designs into them when he’s bored, as well as idly strumming his lyre
You're welcome
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honestly i kind of wish both taehyung and jungkook's solos were more personal. don't get wrong, i loved layover and i'm sure golden will be fun. and i bet they both added in their own personal details in regards to the albums, but it would've been nice to see their names on the song credits. and this isn't me trying to be shady or anything because just because they weren't involved in the process, it doesn't make them any less of real musicians. it's just a personal preference i guess. but i think taehyung and jungkook are extreme perfectionists when it comes to this and we know they have a habit of deleting the songs they work on. this is shown through tae scrapping his original album, and bang pd saying jungkook was considering not doing an album at all. i think that both of them probably felt pressured to put something out before they enlist, and since everyone else was doing it too. and with enlistment, they only had a limited time to do this. and i know they've talked about making mixtapes in the past but that's different than a whole album. basically i don't blame them for how things happened but i really hope we'll get more personal things from them eventually
Hi anon! First of all, I wanna start saying that having expectations is not a bad thing, and it’s completely valid if you expected them to have some credits in the tracks, since they have shown in the past how good they are at songwriting. Now, let’s get into what i think, I’m gonna start with Taehyung because I just know more stuff about him ahaha.
Taehyung songwriting skills are actually brilliant, I always loved the snippets he showed us and some of his lyrics were actually incredible (the heart of the loveless lyrics is printed behind my eyelids), Blue and Grey which was initially a personal song debuted at #13 on the hot100, a b-side mind you. And Taehyung has always been honest to us, he updated us every time he wrote a song, every time he deleted one, every time he worked a lot, he has always told us everything and he also told us how he was “unable” to finish a song, he just starts it and then never finishes it which is why he scraped a lot of his work before, so I think he was just a bit unsure and the he confronted Mhj, who was someone who could share his vision.
Now.
There is a difference I think between having someone writing songs for you, for your vision, for the vibe you want in the album and someone who gives you pre-made songs that apparently don’t connect to eo (i’m saying this for the presence of 3D and seven, which are like sore thumbs between those angsty titles), I have no doubts Jungkook will say he listened to the songs and felt like he had to sing them because he liked them (which is okay i guess, most of artists don’t write their stuff), but if the credits were not visible, if Layover hid the credits, I would have believed 100% Tae wrote all of them, because every single track is so taehyung, Mhj listened and studied him to create perfect tracks.
And Jk also opened up on how he was in a burnout period, which is also why he relaxed at home mostly and took a break from everything (which is valid i repeat) and honestly I think that all of this is happening because of the enlistment. Because Taehyung said after Layover he wants to release his songs, so this means that if enlistment wasn’t literally behind the corner he would have had more time and worked on his own songs, same goes for Jungkook. The enlistment had a big BIG part in all of this, I think they felt pressured and they thought they couldn’t enlist without releasing something for the fans (which is not a very healthy mindset, you’ve been working hard for 10 years, you can enlist without dropping a whole album or taking trips every two weeks to film something for the fandom)… well all of this can be summarized in: I think there are differences between Tae and Jk situations (which is also their goals with Jk wanting to become a pop star in the usa market), that yes time and enlistment are partially the reasons behind everything and that they will for sure release some stuff more personal whenever they get the chance again because they are both incredibly talented artists :)
Sorry for the rambling and typos I can’t seem to find my glasses tonight.
#little adding you can say tae was all over the album just from the packaging and the mvs… everything was perfectly taehyung core#ugh i miss layover again now#taehyung#jungkook#ask
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rainy day review
realized I dont actually like his voice? opposite of seven which made me realize holy shit jungkook is astonishing
didnt like the song at all but liked the lo fi bgm
it was stunning, holy shit this is exactly my preference in aesthetic like wow . wow. I want every single moment giffed literally this is like. it cant get better
he was also stunning. more in a gender envy way than in an im attracted to him way tho. I dont wanna fuck him I wanna be him. I wanna fuck keita. obviously.
i also dont like his voice in this like I dont like how he sings it. this song did not fit his voice to me. but ah I understand if you dont like his voice that you would realize that from this bc it has like the worst components of his voice to me and really doesnt suit this song. but sorry you feel that way or congratulations. idk why they made him sing this. you know what it sounds like an AI cover!!!!!!! like if I heard an ai cover (ive only heard a few) that sounded like this I would be like nahh what a poor adaptation he does NOT sound like this. but apparently he does or its like autotuned awfully for his voice especially in the chorus.
yeah same I think I could have vibed to it with another singer. its very chill but not incredible either way
ME ME YES LOVE THE RETRO FUTURISM I WANNA LIVE THEREEEEEE IN THE BLADE RUNNER WORLD
hihihi yeass . thank u for saying he looked stunning^^
i am a dark hair bangtan supremacist and his hair looks so bleached and frail and I dont like when he has it too high up like that (not entire video only some parts) bc you can see his frown too much. but he was also really cute. ah I understand . I liked when he laid face and stomach down on the bed. that was nice personally. and when he peeked over and smiled I am babygirlifying that man once again I kinda wanna be in that bed ngl just bc hes a cutie
also always love a good yeontan cameo fluff ball
and the rose and black and white clips on the television
also him in the specs on one hand I felt off about that look but at the same time I like it a LOT. its this specific look that I feel like ive seen before not on him tho. scary
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Hello lovely Rid 💕💕
Just wanted to say that despite all the chaos Jungkook caused in my head and feelings today, he also gave me the biggest serotonin boost 🥺🥺🥺 Just seeing him thrive and loving the song so much and how excited he looked during the performance and ugh I love him.
I haven't felt the happiest recently for reasons that are still kind of a mistery to me. I even haven't been sleeping well the past couple of days, I must have gotten four hours of sleep last night. And yet!!! Not once did I feel tired today, from the second I decided to stop trying to fall back asleep at 7 am and just watch the mv, to now as I'm writing this.
He had me walking around with a smile singing to myself all day, with the song, the mv, the performance and his live, and I'm so thankful for that 🥺🥺🥺 He just somehow always knows when we need him, doesn't he?
Anyway, it's been a really happy and chaotic day today so I won't keep being sappy. How are you feeling after all that today's been, Rid 😳😳😳 Sending you lots of loveeee 💞💞💞
iveeeh!!
oh my god, truly. he really really does love the song, and as an artist, what's more important than being happy with your work?
how do i feel? as menacing as the song itself is, he really made my day. caught myself being overwhelmed in the best way possible :') for some reason it felt like a national holiday lmao like i still cannot believe he actually gave us that song. ugh, i truly did need him, too, and he came through as he always does. if there was a way to tell him what he means to me, i wouldn't hesitate to do so.
i'm so sorry you haven't been feeling well lately :( being in a bad mood for no reason sucks so much. but i'm here if you ever wanna vent, maybe it helps talking about those bad feelings without knowing the source. also, try lavender drops? i know they help ppl fall asleep sometimes !! and i'm also loving that weighted blanket, so maybe that? whatever it is, i hope you feel better very soon 🤍
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y/n’s outfit! https://pin.it/508SD1wZq
BC!JK
I don't know why I run away
I make you cry when I run away
Take me back 'cause I wanna stay
Save your tears for another
Save your tears for another day
you sing to your toothbrush as you brush your teeth and listen to songs that makes you love and hate eunwoo in the same breath. you’re trying, you really are trying to move on.
last night, you cried til 4 in the morning all because you couldn’t stop looking through the old pictures and videos of you and eunwoo together. but today, or rather tonight, danielle said she’d come pick you up from your job so the two of you could go out together to clear your mind so you’re kind of excited.
you’re definitely late for work but you’re okay with being late because “save. your. tears for another daaaayyyy!!! ooohhhh yeaaahhhh” you’re saving your tears for another day or rather later tonight.
you keep your outfit simple, coveralls, a cardigan, and cute shoes for the chilly spring weather. your hair is in low twin space buns and you think you look pretty cute. you look like an art teacher and as you’re getting your belongings together, there is jungkook standing outside your door with a tray of food in hand.
“good—oh! oh, wow. good morning jungkook, did you make all of that for me?” you ask as your eyes widen at the yummy steaming food that is calling your name, begging you for a taste.
blueberry waffles, diced steak, a veggie omelette, a little cup of mixed fruits, and orange juice. what the hell? are you both married or something?
now that you think about it, no one has ever done this for you. eunwoo wasn’t much of a cook so it was you who did a lot of the cooking and you find it very interesting to see how well jungkook can cook. the beef last night was really good and looking at the tray, you’re sure the breakfast is just as good.
to say you are impressed is an understatement because who would have thought jungkook was this good at cooking? he really is a catch and any woman would be lucky to have him yet all he wants is you.
“this is so sweet, jungkook! thank you so much” you say as your hands cup your freckled cheeks in awe.
“are you coming in here to eat with me?”
Stop being so cute
No seriously for the sake of insanity. He hopes that you will stop being yourself because everything about you just gets him so soft he almost melts in a puddle.
Just look at you. You’re like an angel. So effortlessly beautiful and jungkooks favorite part about you is your spectacles. You look so adorable in your glasses, but his favorite physical feature of you are definitely your adorable, freckles.
You’re like a book character come to life that’s the only way he can describe you. “Oh yn I would love to, but I actually have to get ready for work. And I can’t really eat too much in the morning.”
He cannot believe that he is passing the opportunity to have breakfast with you, but he just wants to focus on his career as well, and he wants to prove to his father that he can be responsible and a great future businessman.
“my father he’s quite strict… and I like to be punctual as well so… I gotta go. And before I go, I have to give you the keys to the house.” He laughs, he hands you the tray quickly, and he takes the keys out of his pocket.
Of course, this is your home now too and he wants you to feel like that. “Okay sweetheart Have a good day at work yeah? and text me when you get there so I know that you’re safe.”
He can’t help but worry about you. “ I’ll try to be home early today so we can spend a little time together and maybe I’ll be of some help to you?”
He doesn’t even know what he means by that, but he just wanted to say it… he wants you to completely rely on him. He wants to prove to you that he can be the best partner for you and he is better than your last one..
He hopes that you will see his effort and appreciate him. Because that’s all he wants from you.
“Okay yn… I’m gonna go and a shower but don’t try to miss me too much while I’m gone, eh?” He winks.
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it really is amazing! seeing them try out different genres and decide whether to write or not (i still don't see the problem with tae&jk not writing their songs btw...it's literally fine, and i think they got really good songs that fit them🤷♀️) and what performances to do and where to appear etc. i really had no clue what to expect from any of them. many people said that jungkook choosing the pop and english way was expected because of the songs he grew up with which is fair, but i personally could never have made that connection or came to that conclusion! so even if something was very obvious, i was still surprised by it :D i couldn't really keep up with jungkook's promo videos today because of work but I think he said somewhere that he would do korean songs in the future, which i know a lot of people wanted for his first album. and i'm really curious about that! i personally think they can sing in whatever language they want, some of my favorite bts songs are from their Japanese albums and nobody called them names for releasing japanese songs so 🤷♀️ but i'm really excited to be surprised again in the future because once again i cannot predict or even theorise about what route they will take! namjoon's unreleased song that he kind of debuted on yoongi's tour also took me by surprise so i'm always 👀 for what he's doing next. it's really fun to just wait for new music :D okay that's it from me <3
agreeeee. the songs they chose make sense for what they were aiming for whether they wrote on them or not and it doesn’t bother me that they chose not to write on their albums. of course it’s always nice to hear lyrics they wrote, but it’s not a big deal to me either. jk explaining that he just didn’t have anything to write about rn was plenty enough of a valid reason imo! like yeah, that’s totally fair dude. i hope people aren’t displeased with him for that decision. i remember the fit tae’s solos threw over his promotion schedule and how they thought he didn’t do anything….i must have been living on another planet bc his layover promo was so jam packed to me DESPITE being during a writer’s strike in the states, which is absolutely the sole reason why he didn’t promote here. he literally couldn’t. but i thought he still chose really fun and fitting shows to promote on, so idk man lol. i didn’t feel like he got a short end of the stick, i thought tae’s promo was PLENTY for as short of an album it is. if that makes sense.
i’m the same! it’s impossible for me to make expectations for any of them because they just end up surprising me anyway. i think indigo is my fave because it surprised me the most for some reason. d-day was probably was the closest to what i figured yoongi’s album would sound like. jitb was close to what i expected from hobi too—give or take a few songs like MORE, for example. as for jungkook going for an all english album, that actually didn’t surprise me very much tbh! it’s exactly the kind of challenge i’d expect him to take on and it’s also not lost on me that he is extremely marketable as a solo pop artist, so of course the suggestion to make his album in all english would come up to cater to a much wider audience who otherwise ignored him/bts in the past because they didn’t want to listen to songs in another language. that’s just business lol. it’s not a bad thing and it’s weird that people try to make it that way. and as an english speaker it’s nice to have more songs i can sing along to easier too so i’m not gonna complain lol. i’ll ALWAYS be eager hear them sing in korean though so whenever he releases music in korean i’ll be just as happy. doesn’t matter what language they’re singing in at all, i’m just hear for the music however they wanna present it to me.
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A Date With Destiny (m)
“Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves, alone - we find it with another.” - Thomas Merton
➺ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
➺ Trope: Strangers to Lovers, Idol!AU
➺ Genre: Fluff, Smut, one comedian in the mix
➺ Rating: 18+
➺ Word Count: 11k
➺ Summary: You are a boss lady in the tech industry travelling to world for work. He is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths.
Luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.
➺ Warnings: dom!jk, unprotected sex (sex is cleaner when you pack your weiner!), hickeys galore, lot of spit, oral (male and female receiving), balls receive attention, throat fucking, cum eating, edging, masturbation kinda?, cum play, pussy slapping, pussy sniffing, fingering, squirting, spanking, pain kink?, tit slapping, reader teases a bit but this man is a tease maestro, cum stuffing (is that a thing even?), Jungkook’s THIGHS need their own warning
➺ Author’s Note: @ppersonna is an angel among us peasants. Thank you so much for all your help with this!
This is my first attempt at writing, and the tiniest feedback goes a long way! Hope you enjoy!
When you die, the first pit stop you make is to the coffee gods.
Without coffee, this whole month would have been a disaster. Back-to-back meetings, daily flights, countless documents being read, it’s a miracle your eyes are open and fully functioning.
Being the Chief Technical Officer of a well-established company at your age had been anything but a cakewalk. You had strived hard and crossed many boulders to come to where you are. But if reaching that point required huge amounts of effort, now your work is tenfold.
“Why can’t I just get longer flights so I can nap in them?” You mumble into your nth cup of coffee - not keeping count is for your own sanity.
“Because longer flights apparently have crying children. You, our resident baby-magnet hypothesized that shorter flights equal more time in hotel rooms ‘sleeping’. Guess who sleeps in said hotel rooms? Everyone but you.” Your personal assistant and part-time truth-spouter Jake offers helpfully.
“Past me was such an idiot.” You shoot back, wondering if you could inject the espresso right through your veins.
Jake pouts. “Woman, you take on jobs that an intern could do. If you weren’t such an unnecessary perfectionist I would be on the beaches of Thailand, getting sensual massages and eating some pretty pussy. But here we are, on our way to Seoul. So quit your whining because clearly, I have lost more.”
“What if I wanted to do that too?”
“Can I watch?”
“Right.” And that was the end of the conversation.
Passengers on flight KE654 from Bangkok to Seoul are requested to report for boarding at Gate 45A. First Class passengers will be boarded first, followed by Business class and lastly Economy. Please keep your boarding pass ready for checking.
Jake stands up, groaning. “This is where we say goodbye. Do you wanna pretend like we’re strangers and have a hot one-night stand when we land?”
“Sometimes I think it’s your natural response to flirt with a breathing being. Do you ever accidentally just, you know, flirt with a tree?” You try to sound sarcastic, but you’re genuinely curious.
“If a day comes when a hot specimen like me has to flirt with a tree, humanity is doomed. Catch ya later!” He blows you a kiss before leaving for the restroom. You shake your head in awe, a small smile finding your lips. He knew how to get your mind off things.
For all his flirting, Jake’s interest in you is perfunctory. He looks after you, keeps you from starving or gouging your eyeballs out, and calms you when things are too hard. He’s seen your worst. You’ve seen him drunk out of his mind, bailed him out when he “accidentally” smoked up, and heard every new pick-up line his ingenious brain churned out. Basically, you’ve seen his worst as well.
You take a look at your boarding pass. 3C. Jake would be in business class, and you in first. Not your choice, the company makes the rules. It's for the better, he says. Apparently, he can ‘prowl for his hunt better’, without your judgmental glare. You nearly vomit on him just for his choice of words.
Entering the flight, you stash away your hand baggage the first place you find the room and head to your seat and-
Holy. Shit.
Jeon Jungkook is sitting on your seat.
Jeon Jungkook is on your flight?
BTS is on your flight?
What are the odds?
Granted, you’re not a 16-year old obsessive fan, collecting photocards and waving light sticks through the screen, but even in your adulthood you’ve admired their music and shows, routinely keeping up with their discography.
Hell, you even learned Korean years ago to better understand their songs. Maybe you are an obsessive fan.
But you can’t approach them like that. They no doubt want some privacy and not be recognized. God forbid you approach Jungkook with crazy eyes, just to be escorted off the plane for stalking. While you liked their work, you had your own, and getting thrown off this flight does not help you there.
So, you’re just gonna have to speak to him like just another passenger.
BTS who?
Biggest boyband who?
You only listen to Frank Sinatra.
“Excuse me?” You call out, a shiver of a whisper leaving your lips. You immediately chastise yourself for being so star-struck.
Big, round eyes glitter under the bucket hat. The softest ‘huh’ throws a lasso over your heart, and holds it captive. He adjusts his hat, inked fingers making a brief yet lasting appearance. The epitome of tenderness, you muse as his eyes flit here and there to figure out the situation. After finding no one to help him out, he gently offers “Yes?”
You feel extremely guilty for marring his serene face with creases of trouble. “I think this is my seat. See, 3C.” you say, pointing to the seat and then to your ticket for good measure. Did he suspect you recognize them? No. Do you look like you’re over-gesticulating? Totally.
“Oh.” His brow distresses further, the sight has you ready to give the man your seat and hide in the bathroom for the rest of the flight. “But even I am 3C.”
His ticket shows the same characters as yours.
Huh?
With both your faces contorted in confusion, an air hostess comes forward to help.
“We both are booked on the same seat. How does that happen? Do I need to catch another flight?” You suddenly pour out, remembering the countless commitments you have in Seoul that would go down the drain if you don’t make it by tonight.
She's quick to reassure you. “Do not worry ma’am, I’m sure there must have been an error in the printing. I’ll be right back.” At the same time, Jungkook is approached by someone, probably one of their staff, to discuss the issue.
The air hostess returns smiling. “Ma’am, you both were booked on the same seat but this adjacent seat was left empty. We are extremely sorry for the error. You may take 3B.” She reiterates the same message to Jungkook in Korean, who then looks mighty relieved.
Goddamn, his eyes got bigger. How much bigger can they get?
“All okay then?” He glances sideways, smile irradiating your senses and waking you up better than all the coffee could.
“All good. Sorry for the trouble.” You add, even though it isn’t your mistake in any way.
“No no. No trouble” He beams back.
Aw, you are in trouble.
As the flight is about to take off, you can see the rest of BTS in the rows ahead of you, with some other staff members taking up other seats. There’s one old man with a scowl on his face, whom you can’t place with the BigHit group. Great, no crying kids. Unless the frowning grandpa snores to the heavens, you can actually catch a good four-hour snooze. Take that, Jake. Hope a kid blows snot in his face.
Looking at your neighbor, you find him busy searching for a good video game on the screen. The other members seem to be using this flight to catch a nap, except him. You always wondered whether their on-screen persona was real or not. Now you could say at least one of his characteristics is true.
Turning away, you bring your focus back to the document at hand. The schematics for a new product your company was launching. You had spearheaded its conception and looked over every single detail in its manufacturing. The Seoul branch is one of the main players in its production, and your last stop before heading back home. You must have every word in this file burnt in the back of your eyelids to make this deal smooth.
Reclining your seat, and putting your legs up, you got down to business.
An Angel was calling you.
You want to wake up, but you couldn’t, fearing the Angel would stop singing to you. Something is poking you, but the voice just drowns it all out.
Wait...
Fluttering your eyes open, you see Jeon Jungkook staring right at you.
“Hi... They, umm--Food? Want to eat?” the Angel utters. Jungkook utters. Tomato, to-mah-to.
“Oh!” you exclaim, wiping non-existent drool on your face. His palm on your shoulder quickly retracts at your exaggerated attempt to hide your embarrassment. “Thank you so much.”
Then, he does that thing. He smiles. Eye scrunch and all.
Fuck the coffee gods. When you die, you want to meet the Grand Master and ask him what crack he was on to hand over so much power to one man’s smile.
The food is placed on your table, and you thank the hostess graciously.
“Do you need anything to drink?” She asks, to which you only shake your head. There was enough caffeine in your system to shoot a horse to the moon and you were still drowsy. There was no need to catalyze this process with booze.
“Your Korean accent is pretty good.” Your next-seat resident comments. Ah, you had conversed with the hostess in Korean.
“Thank you very much.” You giggle, roleplaying an acne-prone teenager talking to her hunk of a crush.
“Have you been speaking for a long time?” He pops a huge morsel of food after asking. Well, that’s another on-screen quality found to be accurate.
“Six years now. Comes in handy for my work.”
“Oh! Did you have to learn it for work? That’s fascinating.” Another mouthful went in. You didn’t even know it was physically possible to hold that much rice using chopsticks.
“Uhh.. no..” You tussle your hair, trying to stop your cheeks from turning beet red, “I just listened to some music and consuming more content.. and subtitles are a bore, plus I needed a hobby at the time so..”
Your unnecessarily long explanation was cut short by Jungkook’s child-like laugh, enjoying the pickle you were putting yourself in.
“Hey! I just didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, that’s all.” you try to be cross, knowing it’s inconceivable since God himself seems to have given him whatever he wanted. If big ol’ Almighty can’t stand against his charms, you are but a mere pleb.
He looks at you kindly. “Thank you, that was very thoughtful. I’ve been speaking to so many foreigners trying to get across to them I got surprised when you spoke so fluently.”
He went back to chomping on his food like it was his last meal, completely unaware of your staring.
You both speak for a long time. He explains their latest shoot and fan meeting, and you listen to him pour out his love for his job and fans as much as he could articulate. The rest of the emotion is portrayed by his now widest eyeballs (they cannot get any wider, you confirm by asking him - a request he apparently gets a lot) and intense gesticulation. It is very gratifying to listen to his past schedules, and you slip in a quick prayer for not having a job where you had to maintain public appearances while having a schedule as persevering as theirs. Sure, you had a ton of commitments. But can you throw your hair in a bun and aggressively scowl at a monitor and still meet your target? Fuck yeah.
You went on to tell him about yourself - your job, your travels, the reason you were in Seoul. He listens to them with rapt attention throwing in appropriate questions without interrupting your flow. He gives the right amount of sympathy; just enough to show that he understands why you have three sets of nightwear and a futon in your office, but not too much where it seems like you should “take a break” and “think about the joys of motherhood” - as you are often told.
During the conversation, you digress a little to take in his slight features. The apple of his cheeks, in full display, when he tells you about how he pranked his members. The light pout of his lips when he talks about the times their path seemed too far-fetched, when every single obstacle felt like the end of their career. The stars in his eyes when he speaks of how he feels during tours, meeting the endless number of fans, the drive that keeps him going. They all make an endearing package. Eager to please, you kept the conversation going with gusto. The meal is followed by a snack break, after which you had effectively exhausted all conversation topics that could be brought up with near-strangers.
A quick alcohol break later, (yes, you caved, the catalyst was welcome) you both doze off, seemingly exhausted from recollecting respective timetables. He wakes up soon after to play video games and talk to the other members. But you fall into a deep slumber, with an Angel’s chuckles in the background guiding you through the sleep.
Jungkook wakes up to see his character dead. The video game was forgotten after his conversation with you began.
He spent an inordinate amount of time talking to you. And now that you’re asleep, he is only thinking about how much he enjoyed the conversation. Jungkook is not a speaker. His introversion leaves much to be desired in that department. Most of the time, his members cover for him, play the role of dutiful wingmen, and introduce him to their friends. And still, it took him a long time to talk freely.
But something about you made him open up.
Maybe it was the way you listened to him, lips slightly parted when you were absorbing every single word he let out. Maybe it was the questions you asked, treading lightly and skirting any personal questions. Maybe it was the fact that you pretended to not know him at first, mindful of his privacy. The butterflies in him could be explained by this.
But.
It could also be how graceful you looked, even though you’re dressed in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. It could be how you carried yourself, with great elegance and poise, even though your work was taxing. It could also be your toe socks, and your glee when he showed you his.
Your personality is infectious. He already misses you, despite you being inches away, desperately wants to exhaust every second of this journey engrossed in you.
He wonders if you feel that way too.
Speaking of whom-
A snicker escapes his lips when he turns to face you.
In your sleepy haze, Jungkook sees that a) your mouth is wide open, b) your hands mindlessly fiddle with the reams of pages on your lap, and c) your eyes scrunch as sunlight pierces through the flight to bounce off your face. Cute, he muses, trying to locate the source of the criminal rays irking you.
The window letting the sunbeam in is beside an old man sitting on the other end. He is eyeing the magazine in his hands with abject disapproval, like the booklet had sullied him and his family.
Gathering up the courage, Jungkook calls out for the man.
“Excuse me, sir. Do you mind pulling the window shade?” He asks, in the sweetest voice that his hyungs would melt at first listen.
Puppy eyes are met with the geezer’s piercing glare, making Jungkook wonder if he accidentally said something strikingly offensive instead of what he thought he said. About to backtrack his words and try again, he gets interrupted by the man letting out a big grunt, after which he continues in his endeavor to telepathically set fire to the magazine. He does not forget to give a nasty side-eye but completely refuses to comply with Jungkook’s request.
“And my team thinks my glares are spooky.” You pique, having witnessed the whole interaction, “I ought to have him on board”. Jungkook snorts, and you take that to be his agreement.
Pausing, you throw caution in the wind and add, “Thank you though, that was very sweet of you.”
He eyes you demurely. “No problem, you looked like you needed the rest.”
“Listen, I-”
“So I was think-”
Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at the Incheon International airport. Please ensure your backpacks and suitcases are stowed away in the overhead compartments or underneath the seats ahead of you. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.
High-quality curses almost make it to heaven (speakers). The announcement dissipates all the courage you had mustered, feeling a rush exit your body. You had almost asked for his contact - and by the looks of it, he had wanted it too. Or maybe your hair is a rat's nest and he was just going to point that out. Guess you will never know.
You shyly smile at each other before going about following the instructions. Your half-read document gets stuffed back into its bag, to be read once you have no distractions in the form of eye candy armed with saccharine speech. Well, you have Jake to distract you plenty, but you can shoo him away by threatening his paycheck.
As the flight descends, you look over to your neighbor - one last time, you guess - and surprisingly lock eyes with him. Anything that had exited you comes rushing back, veins in full alertness. A moment’s awkwardness later you both burst out laughing, each doing their best to hide their crimson cheeks. You find one more online fact to be true - Jungkook’s peak happiness laughter, eye crinkle and nose scrunch, can melt your whole entire heart.
“Hey mami, come here often?”
“For the last time Jake, I will not hesitate to donate your bones for science.”
“Well, I heard bone, it's already a win for me.”
You let out a sigh of exasperation. There is no reforming him.
“How was the flight?” Jake questions as you approach the baggage belt. Looking out for your somber black suitcase, you try to play it off like you did not spend the whole time in the company of a stranger who is on the fast track to your heart.
“The usual. Sleep, eat, read needlessly printed out documents that could have been shoved into on email, repeat. What about you?”
As Jake starts an account of his flight experience in exorbitant detail, you took the opportunity to try and find your ride. Once you locate it and get in, you catch the end of his sermon.
“-and the name of the book will be ‘How to manage a farm - ‘cause chicks gon’ be crazy!’. What do you think?”
“I think it was a good idea I chose to zone out.”
“Y/N come on! It’s a self-help book for poor souls born without my raw charisma. Men and women out there want me, but I can’t satisfy them all. I will just resort to making more of me! It will have pointers, DIY’s and pick-up lines crafted by yours truly - wanna hear one?”
You throw your bag in front and turn to him. “Do I have a choice? Go ahead.”
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he starts. “Am I cute? Squish my cheeks. Am I hot? Clap my cheeks.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Points for creativity. You’ll still get wine splashed at you.”
Jake was not one to give up. “‘It’s good we don’t need eye condoms, or you’d be on your way to delivery.’”
“Just… don’t have kids, okay? This gene must be stopped, right here.”
“Okay, this one is my all-time favorite. ‘Rack so big, I don’t motorboat, I motorship.’”
That’s it. The guffaw itching you since the start of this conversation is out of its cages, populating the air in the car. Wiping stray tears from your face, you face Jake, seeming very pleased with himself. Undoubtedly, he is coming up with absurd scenarios to ease your nerves. No book is in the works (one could only hope).
“Thank you, I feel much better now. You can stop coming up with these.”
The goof has the gall to look appalled. “I was going to cut you ten percent of my book commission but I guess that’s out. Hmph.”
“I’m at the receiving end of all these pick-up lines. I should make twenty at least for all the nuisance I’ve put up with.”
“All right mami, we’ll shelve this for later. Here’s the schedule for today. You have a 10 a.m. breakfast meeting with Dr. Park Shin Young, Lead Research Scientist of the project. Then you have a bunch of seminars to attend, which will go on all afternoon. There’s a bar right beside this venue.”
“How is that pertinent?”
“So you know where to find me.” He continues, unperturbed. “After which there’s an evening meeting with the whole team to demonstrate the product and a marketing meeting right after.”
“Am I required for the marketing meeting?” Your expertise is limited to the technical field. PR work isn’t your cup of tea, but they stubbornly demand your presence.
Jake exhales. “We’ve been through this. You CAN doze off during the meeting, but you have to be there. Just pretend you’re a college student, sitting in one class, completing assignments for another.”
“But if I’m there I feel the need to pay attention.” you whine.
“Clearly you weren’t one of those college students,” Jake says, perusing through his diary, “Stop being a pedant and do one of those things people do. Loving their jobs and whatnot.”
Before you can retort a reply, the driver pulls up to your destination and you exit the car.
Eleven at night is when you finally check in to the hotel. The tedious day warrants your heels coming off before you even reach your floor. There’s an irritant drumming, from the balls of your feet right up to your temples, that beg for your attention. Setting your footwear on your bags, you massage your feet for temporary relief as the lift took you closer to a more permanent one.
Once your suitcase gets parked in the closet, you head to the bathroom to soak your day away with the bath bomb kit you were gifted in one of the seminars. The ball fizzles as soon as it hits the water, dispersing in tiny bubbles and a heady aroma of vanilla and lavender. The soft amber tones of the walls, the lambent gold lighting, and the ambrosial air put all your senses at ease. You sink in; the bathwater permeating warmth through your skin. Crackling bubbles with every move; the water teases your neck, soothing the laceration with every lick. Every pulse point on you is enhanced - you let yourself float wherever your mind takes you.
A familiar face makes its presence known. You allow yourself to think about him, after pushing his visage away all day. Something about him… felt like home. Soothing, comforting, always speaking in dulcet tones unless something humorous pulled out a loud laugh. Even that wasn’t jarring; it was the exact opposite. Felt like sunshine filled your lungs every time he cracked up. Made you want to keep talking to him, keep him amused and entertained. You can’t imagine he converses with every stranger like that.
But maybe he did; maybe this is some unspoken celebrity culture you were unaware of.
All you know is that this was a once in a lifetime experience. There’s no way you are encountering another personage ever again. There’s no way you’re encountering him again. Luck can only thrive so far.
So when you exit the bathroom, clad in a towel, remnant bathwater dripping from every end, the last thing you expect is Jungkook, spread out on the bed, casually flipping through his phone like it’s his own abode.
“J-Jungkook?”
Y/N. In his room. In a towel. Dripping wet hair. Emanating a delectable aroma.
Y/N. In person.
He is dreaming. He has to be. He's been thinking of you ever since the flight, so now he is delusional. Nothing else. There’s absolutely no chance that you’re in his room, let alone… like this.
Right?
“What are you… what are you doing in my room?”
Wrong.
Jungkook knows he should say something. He should not be gawking at you like he is doing now. But God. You look so pretty, eyebrows arched up in confusion, jaw about to be unhinged, hands fluttering around not knowing what to do.
He forces his body to action.
"Y/N!" He exclaims, finally averting his eyes to face the wall.
Pause.
"Wait, what do you mean MY room? This is my room!"
You’re baffled. "Huh? How is that possible? This was given to me!"
“I really don’t know, Y/N, there must have been some confusion! Please, you have to believe me!”
Jungkook wants to turn around and face you. He desperately wants to clear the air. He can see that this looks bad. He obviously looks like an enamored creep, waltzing into your space. You probably think he does this all the time. Many a time people have misunderstood him, his celebrity status not earning him many points. You must think the same.
And now you’re going to tell him to get out and never see you again, he hypothesizes. His brain is working overtime trying to remedy the situation, without noticing your now relaxing demeanor.
“Oh, okay.”
“I’ll fix this, I’ll go to the reception and fix this. You don’t worry, I didn’t see anything, you can trust me, I’ll go an-”
“Hey, hey,” your tone gentle, “it’s okay, trust me. Just, let me get dressed and I’ll come down with you.”
Your soothing response almost has Jungkook on his knees. Whoever orchestrated this meet, he is just thankful for this good turn. Anyone else would go berserk, and rightfully so.
But you’re not anyone else.
He isn’t just anyone.
Technically, he isn’t a stranger, you try to justify. You should have been more shocked, enraged, or at least doubtful of his intentions. But you weren’t. You had accepted his explanation, let him stay in your room while you changed in the bathroom, and now are en-route to the main desk to rectify this error.
The air around you two is strained; he won’t even look you in the eye. Any question you have is replied to concisely, leaving no room for a chat. Nothing to disperse the tension between you two.
Like now, in the elevator, Jungkook has done the math and maintains the maximum distance between you. Opposite ends of the diagonal of this lift, his peripheral vision probably barely picks you up. However, his evasion helps in a way--you are able to study his full form.
He is dressed casually, and any lesser man would have seemed casual enough. On him, it is a whole new game. Ripped jeans hugging his sturdy legs, the slashed fabric allowing you a peek of his dangerous thighs. A plain white t-shirt tucked in to show off his lean waistline. The only thing holding you back from having a full-blown wet dream, wide awake, is his chestnut overcoat, saving his modesty and yours.
Jake was right, eye condoms are the need of the century.
To be fair, Jungkook had the worse end. He saw you scantily clad, post-bath glow and everything. You wonder what is going through his mind.
Definitely nothing like the debauchery unfolding in yours.
He has probably seen his fair share of women, and one hot to trot lady isn’t anything new. If anything, him dodging you is a sign of his civility, something you are lacking apparently--ready to jump his bones.
Stop thinking about his thighs, you whore. Get back home and trusty old Vlad the Impaler will take care of you.
The employee’s jaw almost hits the desk as Jungkook explains the situation.
“Ma’am, Sir, we are extremely sorry about this confusion. We usually keep another key for family members, but somehow you got them both. We are deeply apologetic.”
“Yes, it’s okay, I’d just like my room key now and-”
“We will give you the best of our service to make up for this disorder. Not that we didn’t plan on giving you the best anyway, but now it will be top-notch! Please allow us to have your room cleaned again ma’am. Kyuyoung-ah! Get the people to prep 5338 and set 5337 again, and add more flowers!”
“Hey, that really won’t be necessary, we can just go back and forget about all thi-”
“And!” She continues, relentless, fully intent on doing her job, “Here are coupons for our round the clock pub! The ambiance is phenomenal, and our bartender makes a mean drink! You can use the facility for free during your stay. Hope this compensates for our gaffe. Once again, we are extremely sorry!”
She extends two passport-sized coupons that you hurriedly grab, wanting this quandary to end.
The walk back to the elevator is less tight-lipped, only because Jungkook starts his deluge of apologies. Even though you had felt the same way on the flight, he was going overboard. You quickly assuage him and deflect his concerns.
“It’s okay, Jungkook. It really is. I know it was a mistake.”
“I know, but I shouldn’t have just walked in like that. I should have checked.”
Your expression is the visual form of a question mark.
“Do you go around making sure your hotel room doesn’t have a surprise occupant?”
You’re taking this too lightly; it's obvious you are doing it for him. He can only laugh, broad delicious shoulders loosening in relief.
After a delay, you add, “You can’t help it if fate wants us crossing paths like this.”
The quip makes Jungkook lose a beat. He cocks a brow in surprise - at that juncture, his features lose all boyish charm and turn unquestionably irresistible.
Then, in a flash, the expression is replaced by his usual grin, back to his boy-next-door spirit. Are there world records for this speed? Jungkook needs to sign up to one.
Collecting the stars floating around your head, you return the favor, thankful that the barrier is now broken.
After a quick break of courage gathering, you turn to him. “How come you’re staying in this hotel? Thought you’d be home.”
A thought is building in your mind; that this is too personal a question. But before you can take it back, you hear a chime. Jungkook moves. And somehow, you are moving with him.
The elevator door opens, and people walk out.
But that’s not where your attention is.
You are focused on the sole patch of your body in contact with Jungkook’s arm.
The palm of his hand sitting at the small of your waist is what had guided you away from the elevator. Even through the fabric of your t-shirt, his hand is sending goosebumps all over your body. The air feels twenty degrees too hot for you.
Jungkook is simply being his chivalrous self, while you are ready to get arrested for public nudity.
Woman, you are a disgrace. Get laid.
Jungkook will high five himself once he gets to his pad.
Is it right to get so euphoric about the smallest act of intimacy? That too with a near stranger? He has no answer. You are special to him; that much he knows. And someone up there agrees with him as well, letting him run into you again (albeit under crude circumstances; he’ll take what he gets). In this proximity, he can hear the slight gasp that escapes you once you recognize his hold, feel your muscles tense, smell the flowery fragrance you still carry. The fragrance that takes his mind on a rewind routine; one he forces to a halt. He feels lewd for taking pleasure in that misfortune, but he can take pleasure in the present.
Entering the elevator, Jungkook has taken note of one thing: the roles have been reversed. On the downward voyage, it had been him avoiding you. Now, even with the closeness, you refuse to meet his eye. Something on the carpeted floor has your unrelenting attention. Letting his gaze dip to you, he bit back a smirk. Good to know you are as affected by him as he is by you.
“It’s a shoot.”
You relent, looking up to him. “Huh?”
“You asked me why I’m here, it’s a shoot. The site is close by, so we don’t waste time traveling. Once the shoot is done, we will get back home.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
You beg your grey matter to find some topic of conversation to halt the blood rushing to your cheeks. The atmosphere is frozen again, but not like last time. Any unease earlier present has drifted. The tension that once kept you from closeness now keeps you from moving apart. His hand sits unmoved, continuing to rest on your hip. Jungkook can hear the loud thudding of a heartbeat, but he cannot discern whether they are from his heart or from yours.
Continuing after a pause, “I will be here for a few days now.” he adds, the suggestive hint of the words masked by his innocuous smile.
“Ah.” You lamely add. You ought to kick yourself - but at this closeness, you might hit him too.
The span of your separation is contracting, even though none of you move. Like the land underneath you is shifting, because even Mother Earth can’t handle the sexual tension in this confined space.
“Ma’am, Sir, you’re here!”
The booming voice of an employee disrupts the scene. You jump, wondering how you didn’t hear the door open, while Jungkook takes a graceful step back unscathed.
“Your rooms are ready, please follow me.”
The walk back is quiet, except for bashfully exchanged glances and racing pulses. When you finally reach your respective rooms, he speaks again.
“Want to accidentally cross paths with me at the bar?”
The heat reaches your ears. A moment of silence prompts you to look up, and you are held hostage by his eyes. His gaze flickers, intense and probing. Then, as if it never happened, his eyes narrow and his smile softens, harmless and easy. Again, this has to be witchcraft.
“Maybe we’ll let destiny decide. Hasn’t failed us so far.”
Now, alone in bed with nothing but your thoughts, you wonder when it will ever happen again.
Three days. Three days before it happens again.
Three days filled with conferences, a ton of files, and a lot of battery acid disguised as coffee. Apart from the success of your work, the highlight of your time is when Jake tried to fix his shoe heel at a meeting and ended up gluing his fingers together. In a quiet room filled with immersed employees, he had yelled, “Superglue, my ass!”.
The punctuation was not vocalized.
Tonight was your last night in Seoul. It was supposed to be a night to yourself, but an office party pulled you out of your cavern to get dressed. You put on an elegant dress, a black and silver number, only to find the ‘party’ was the most monotonous excuse of networking. High-end businessmen exchanging cards over non-alcoholic fizz was not your idea of a party, so you quickly excused yourself.
The coupon still weighed heavy in your purse, carrying memoirs of the last time you saw him. You had wanted to go earlier, but always held yourself back. What if he wasn’t there? What if you missed your chance? Why did you have to sashay away with a cool statement that night instead of clawing your way through the lust-filled air and settling things then and there?
You supposed a drink at the hotel bar on your last night couldn’t be a bad thing, even if Jungkook didn’t show up.
So here you are, sipping on your wine and trying to appear nonchalant as you look out the window overseeing the city’s skyline. One ear is trained to the door of the pub, the slightest peep from that corner alerting your antenna.
So far, no sign of him.
This won’t work, you tell yourself. Second time’s a charm, third time’s pushing it too far.
But as you wave the bartender to top up your drink, the corner of your eye catches movement; one, two, three heads appear through the door. Signature multichromatic mops of hair make their way in, forcing your pulse to marathon mode.
And then you hear it.
You hear his trademark cachinnate echoing through the structure. Multitudes of contrasting sentiments fill your gut. Are you sensing relief, that fate served its purpose without fail? Or is it the anticipation of how events will unfold? A sense of titillation, that a three-day old bond makes you feel more than year-old relationships you’ve had? You pry your eyes from that direction, trying to appear aloof when you are anything but.
When you think you’ve gathered your composure, you look up. Like a hare falling for its bait, you are trapped, because he is looking right back at you.
Jin and Jimin are laughing about something that happened on set today, but Jungkook only has eyes for you. He can’t believe his luck.
The past few days, his schedule had no give. After every shoot, the only thing he remembered was taking off his shoes and falling into a deep slumber.
So today when the shoot wrapped up earlier, Jungkook grabbed his trusty wingmen and open bar enthusiasts to utilize his coupon, and possibly test his kismet.
“Wasn’t she on our flight?” Jin observes, tracking Jungkook’s sight.
“Oh yeah! Dude, is she the one?” Jimin keenly notes. “How do you keep bumping into each other like this?”
Jungkook downs his whisky, the burn felt from the throat to his diaphragm. “I don’t know, hyung. I don’t know what to do.” Beckoning the bartender for a refill, he tears away from your sight.
“Okay, liquid fortification is all good but how about,” Jin stops briefly to pluck the coupon out of Jungkook’s hands, “we handle the drinks department while you attend to her?”
Jimin nods in assent. “The worst thing you could do is spend time with her slurring and garbling while she ditches your sorry ass.”
“Hey! I won’t do that. Just, ” Jungkook gulps, “I don’t know... We’ve met like, hardly a few times. It really doesn’t make sense. What if we’re not on the same page?”
Jimin frowns, and even Jin seems unhappy with his reasoning.
“Things don’t have to make sense. You’re two consenting adults. You like her. By the way she’s eyeing you right now, I’m sure the feeling is mutual. You said it’s easy to talk to her right?”
Jungkook pouts, but sees his point.
“Then go with that. Don’t chart out a plan, just go with your heart.” Jin adopts a soft smile of encouragement.
“Meanwhile we will grab the others and exploit this coupon to the full extent!” Jimin gleefully appends.
Jungkook’s eyes crinkle as he laughs with the other two. They are right. Carpe diem, right?
Finding you again, his breath hitches. You look beautiful. The sleek black dress with silver embellishments over the torso. It hugs you in the right places, accentuating your already alluring frame. Your shoulders bare, elegant collarbones waiting to be tasted. Hair tied up, exposing the delicious curve of your neck, a stretch Jungkook wants to pepper kisses onto, without missing a spot. You look exquisite against the backdrop of the night.
Carpe noctem it is.
“Did you really dress up to use the coupon?” The tongue-in-cheek query breaking your line of thought.
A breathy chuckle leaves your lips, hopefully masking the frenzy in your heart.
“I had a party. A very dull party. Figured I preferred my own company over that.”
“Do you prefer your own company over mine?”
He’s still standing, tall frame waiting for your permission to occupy the next seat. God, he looks amazing.
“Not at all.” The words leave huskier than you intend, but they convey the message.
He takes the seat, a mere step away, his cologne wafting over to your side. The alcohol buzz makes the scent feel stronger, every bone in you wanting to dive in nose-first.
Apparently you have been staring, because he nervously chuckles “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Should you go the modest route or fuck it?
Fuck it.
“You look... great today,” is all you get out. Stupid brain spewing half-baked goods.
Understatement of the year. He looks like sin incarnate. All black attire highlighting his golden skin, the dichotomy of his whole look has you understandably tongue-tied. Black jeans - no rips, sadly- with a dark grey high-neck t-shirt, tucked in of course, because pain is the only constant for you. A black trench coat is thrown on top to seal the look. The obsidian outfit sends desperate need through your body, an intense desire to rip it all off surging through you. Somehow, through all these layers you can sense his fit body, his rippled muscles, his sturdy pecs, like they have an aura of their own.
“Ah, thank you. You look amazing as well.” Halting a moment to sip his drink, he resumes. “Sucks that you dressed up for nothing.”
“Well, you liked it. So it's not for nothing.”
If looks were potent, Jungkook’s own could set you on fire. Gaze coolly raking over your figure, the tick in his jaw betrays his reaction. A chill passes through every part of your body under his intense scrutiny.
“Are there other things you would wear… if I liked it?” He carefully treads.
“There are certain things I’m wearing right now that I’m sure you would appreciate.”
If not for the shrinking distance between you two, you couldn’t have caught the low hiss. His animalistic need, usually kept well under control, is raging against its bonds, screaming to let go. Your exquisite gown, flowing down your curves, accentuating the swell of your ass - God save this dress from his feral hands. Against his will, he restrains himself. He would make this a lasting encounter.
“How many drinks have you had?” He needs you to remember every single moment.
“Two glasses of wine, don’t worry. You?”
“A shot of whisky, that’s all. Haven’t even finished my second drink.”
Gone were his cherubic appearance and dimpled smiles; the man in front of you is oozing pure sex appeal. His clenched jawline, furrowed brow, and perfectly placed tresses add to his raw masculinity. The cusp of your thighs is damp; if this is his effect here, what will it be behind locked doors? You wonder whether this is the same man that gushed about old-era video games in the flight.
“Well, if you are wearing them for me, I’d be a fool to miss them.” he brings you back to the present. Twinkling eyes match your eager ones as you give a small nod.
Every step you take shoots a thrilling tingle through your spine. Every inch of distance closed forces you to close the next with doubled speed. Every foot forward adds to the thick air, laced with hunger, desire, and an inordinate amount of trust placed in the hands of a stranger.
The first time you two walked back to the elevator, his move had caught you unaware.
Now, the arm wraps around your entire waist, body flush against his, yet you yearn to get closer.
Last time, you couldn’t match his gaze, skin burnt a crimson hue.
Now, your eyes are locked together, any movement in your surroundings be damned.
Michael Jackson rising from the dead and performing Thriller wouldn’t tear you away from your current view (sorry MJ, maybe next time).
When the doors close, he places a palm on your bare back, bringing you to his chest.
“I’ve wanted this so bad, ever since I met you. It’s insane.”
The hand caressing your back makes you sigh. “Not if I wanted the same.”
His grip tightens. “The things I want to do to you...” eyes searching yours, ”tell me you can handle it.”
“Oh baby,” you drawl, “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it is,” your lips hover on his, “I can take it.”
The elevator doors opened too soon for your liking, and Jungkook drags you through the corridor. You’re practically hanging on to him, feet barely responsive, the faint buzz of wine making you giddy. His hawkish gaze soaks in everything you do, memorizing every response to his touch.
You lean over to lay wet kisses on his neck. Pleasure searing through his veins, Jungkook’s knees almost buckle. He pushes you against a wall and locks you in with his form.
“Uh-uh-uh, honey,” he tsks, “you’re not making this easy on me?”
You pretend to ponder. “Well, I didn’t plan on making it easy.”
He smirks, all sex, and the wetness between your legs is making its presence known. Leaning into your ear, he whispers, “Unless you want me to have my way with you right here…” and all your brattiness dissipates.
Satisfied, he grins. “Your place or mine?”
“Hmmn, depends.”
He cocks a brow. “On?”
“Am I gonna be able to walk tomorrow?”
That damned smirk. “Your place it is.”
Jungkook’s lips are on yours the moment your door is locked. He cages you against its frame, teeth clashing and biting anything they find. You let your hands roam all over, searching for something to hold on to. A throaty sound leaves Jungkook when your digits card through his hair and tug on it, a sound you gladly swallow.
Time seems to have taken a break. Your thoughts are blank. You chase the kiss like it's the only thing you know, the only thing you’re born to do, your sole mission in life before you die. The bruising pace Jungkook set is eagerly matched by you. Gravity is slowly losing its meaning, and you’re nothing but a stray entity floating in space. And this kiss is your only source of air.
Jungkook pulls you towards him, closing the nonexistent distance between you. Heat rises from his chest, the feeling is hypnotic beyond reason. A taste of you has ruined every other flavor. He kept his eyes half-open, sneaking peeks at your flushed face whenever you come for air. His fingers explored your body, grabbing your ass and pulling you into him. Your clothed crevice jolts at the friction, hips hounding for more.
The moan that leaves you gets muted, because Jungkook takes this opportunity to take control. Tongue forcing its way in to explore every corner of your mouth, it melds with your own muscle. If this were a dance, it would be a fierce tango, oozing with sexual tension. Breathing is now trivial, this kiss is imperative.
Jungkook’s hands grab your hips and twirl you, both of you now facing a full-length mirror. You can witness your neckline being abused, mulberry blossoms left in place. The sight has your sex clenching, and lips liberated, you couldn’t stop yourself from mewling.
“Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to make you scream so loud, the hotel reception will hear you.”
With your head spinning in lust, you try to form your words right. “An- And what? Discuss how a second room for you was - oh god - was useless?”
Jungkook pauses to admire his craft; your neck, shoulders, and collar are now littered with bruises, like a garden of hyacinth at his disposal. The view is maddening, your lusty gaze locked on to him in the mirror. His mane is tousled, no doubt your handiwork, and his hand is tracing the outline of your dress.
“That cursed day,” He chokes out, “You were so fucking hard to resist you know?”
You turn back to face him, hand reaching back to undo your halter neck, “You have me now.” Stepping back, you let your gown fall.
He froze. You are standing in front of him, robed in only your black lace-embroidered strapless bra, and matching panties, each adorned with a white bow. The swell of your breasts barely caged in the cups, making Jungkook drool at sight. All the wind was knocked out of his lungs; you look like a prisoner’s last meal, waiting to be devoured.
“On your knees.” he commands.
Not a second is put to waste. You begin undressing him, unbuckling the pants and aggressively pulling them down. Next come the boxers, and you are faced with-
Wow.
You mean this in the nicest way, but, what a dick.
He is already hard, the mushroomed tip angry and red, leaking a drop of precum begging to be tasted. The girth exceeds your expectation, already visualizing the delicious visual of your cunt stretched thin. He is going to reach places even Vlad the Impaler couldn’t; you are already brimming with anticipation for the final act.
And his thighs. Nothing angelic about them. Taut. Muscular. Sinewy. Something uncivilized in you wants them to trap your frame between them, caging you, pinning you down. You press kisses on his inner thigh, letting your tongue poke out when you hear him exhale. A sharp bite shocks Jungkook, but you only smirk.
“Wanted to do that since I saw you.”
The stare that meets you is practically challenging you to try that again, and perhaps reap some delicious consequences.
You bring yourself back, giving his cock the full attention that it deserves. Looking up, you see his half-lidded eyes, assertive and arresting, compelling you to go on.
You bring your palm up to him. He raised a brow in question.
“Spit for me.”
Jungkook almost busts his load when he hears you. “Fuck, so dirty.” he garbles out. Rolling his neck in an attempt to divert his blood, he takes your hand and drops a thick glob at the center of your palm.
A throaty moan arises from you, and his dick is harder than ever.
“Go on baby, show me you can suck dick like a champ.”
You give him a confident look; you’re about to rock his world. Starting with small licks, you tease the slit and taste the pre-cum lodged in it. Meanwhile, you work the spit along the shaft; you spit on it again, the original amount insufficient to cover the length. You can feel his dick twitching against your attention, eager to be sheathed. Interspersing with some long drags on the underside, you zero in on the pinched skin under the head.
Jungkook is staring at your jerking him off. The sight of you, clad in lingerie is blowing his mind. If that was not enough, the mirror in front is providing a sumptuous secondary perspective. The smooth stretch of your back, the swell of your ass, the panty fabric barely able to cover the expanse, everything on you is making him short circuit. Seeing you on your knees, your deferential nature stirs something in him. If he doesn’t control himself, he will bend you in half and ride you to sunrise. He doesn’t want to scare you, but fuck, his depraved early man instincts are telling him otherwise.
“What are you- ohhh, holy shi-”
Instead of slipping his cock fully into your mouth, you hold it up, and pay careful attention to his balls. Jungkook’s hands come to rest on your head, a telltale sign of his unraveling. With a smile, you let your tongue swipe through every nook and corner till they are coated in saliva.
“You think you’re such a fucking tease, ” He grabs you by your now unraveled tresses and pulls you back, “Ease up baby, your throat is in for a treat.”
In one quick swoop, he lodges himself at the base of your throat, provoking your gag reflex, but you restrain the urge to pull back. Breathing through your nose, you suck and swallow whatever you can; his girth isn't giving you much to work with.
Jungkook growls. “Such a tight fit. Like you’re meant to be like this. Forever.”
The last word slips out unwittingly.
Alarmed, his eyes flit down to gauge your response, but all you are doing is looking back at him.
Fuck, your dovelike eyes are captivating. They look so angelic, a complete contrast to the perverse posture you are in. Not an ounce of displeasure in response to his words. Pure, unadulterated affection for him. Only for him.
“God, you’re going to be the death of me.” Jungkook husks. “You’ll do anything for me, you said?”
Muffled whimpers impart your compliance, and you bob your head up and down for good measure. The tip of his cock hits every ridge of your throat, the vibration releasing more fluid down.
“Pleasure yourself, baby. Touch yourself, but don’t you cum.”
Your brow distresses further, a disgruntled whine leaving you and reverberating around him. Already so turned on, the lightest friction would make you combust.
Jungkook’s teeth clench. “Edge yourself for me, sweetie.”
It's like your body is tuned to his command. Slipping two fingers under the band, you part and slide them on either side of your throbbing nub. Despite you avoiding any pressure point that might push you over the edge, the pleasure threatens to tip you over.
You look over for his approval. Swallowing, he nods. Your self-stimulation is making him dizzy. It's time to get serious.
“Such a good girl. Don’t stop, okay? I’m going to fuck your throat raw.” Starting with mellow jerks, “Hope you don’t have to speak anytime tomorrow.” he rasps.
The carpeted floor grazing your knees only adds to the revelry. You’re not in control of yourself anymore. The back of your gullet is aching as Jungkook shoves into you again and again. An amalgamation of his salty juices and your dribble lewdly coats your chin and neck; you must look ravished. Everything with Jungkook feels augmented; every single motion of his making your sex clench.
He is close - you can feel his grip on your hair tightening.
“Can I cum on you?” words slither through his clamped teeth. You frantically nod.
With a loud grunt, he pulls you off and releases all over your chest, a stray pump landing on your chin. Thick liquid, dripping from your jaw onto your collarbones and breasts, the whole scene is filthy good. Your unfilled cunt is aching to be replete with the cum.
Post-orgasmic glow is dazzling on him--hair drenched in sweat, tufts sticking to his forehead. His breathing is heavy and resonant as dilated pupils take in your soaked state. Bending down, he crooks a finger under your chin, anchoring his attention on your dewy stare. The onyx embers in his eyes bore into yours, studying for any hesitation in them. A microscopic moment of tenderness, unspoken words exchange between you.
Satisfied to find only searing hunger, his digits collect the beads of cum on your jaw, pushing them back into your mouth. Your eyes roll skyward, relishing the briny taste, nearly asking him to do it again. Leaning further, he grabs the wrist of your hand that is thoughtlessly rubbing your sex - you didn’t even realize you were still doing it. You feel drained, like you orgasmed vicariously through him.
“My turn.” He wears a devilish expression on his archangel eyes.
Lips connect once again as he pulls you up. If he tastes himself, he is relishing it, with his tongue exploring the deep cavern. With wobbly ankles, you let him guide you to your bed, dropping on your back. He follows you, pouncing on you, plunging into your mouth again like a beast hungered. Bodies melting together like an icicle under the summer blaze, your hands hunt to frisk his skin. Realizing he is yet to undress, you yank at this t-shirt, attempting to liberate him from the offending fabric.
“Tsk, greedy.” he bit your ear, soothing the sting with a kiss.
“Cruel is what it is.” You huff, like everything he’s doing is not a blissful affair.
How do men do that? Violently ripping their shirt off and leaving a messy mop of hair in its wake, nevertheless looking like they could walk a runway the next instant. Jungkook was no exception. The moment he pulls his shirt off, you are rendered speechless.
Chiseled chest like the work of an artisan. Droplets of sweat race down the paths traced by the sculpted abs, an intense desire to taste them forming in you. He is a mesomorphic dream who puts Greek gods to shame. Swallowing, you let your hand trace the outline of his pecks, feeling him shudder against your touch.
“Jungkook, please.”
Who was he to deny you?
Leaning up to you with a wicked smirk, Jungkook drops a thick line of spit right on your hardened nipple. The concoction of his cum and spit soaks through the lacy material. A lone finger circles, avoiding the spot that requires the most attention. You arch your back, begging him for more, just more of anything. The wet fabric amplifies the emptiness in your cunt.
“Aww,” he coos, clearly amused by your neediness, “undo this for me, sweetness. Let me see you.”
Moving at lightning speed, you unhook the bra, swinging it away to a corner of the room.
“Oh no.” He mock-frowns, veins bulging on his arm as he controls himself. “Look at these tits, fuck.” Mind reeling with ideas, filthy ideas, of all the things he wants to do to you. “You’ve ruined everything else for me.”
You tremble. “Good, so have you. Want you for myself. Want you,” pulling him close, “to do your worst.” you end with a whisper.
Jungkook’s jaw tightens. “Careful what you ask for,” he grits before diving headfirst into your bosom.
He licks and laves and bites and laps--your breasts are on fire. Continuing his marking spree, new blemishes make an appearance on your torso. Nibbling on one nipple, he pinches the other; pulling moan after moan from you.
Your hips barely touch the bed, bucking up in response to Jungkook’s sinking teeth into your ample bust. He has decided to not leave an inch without his saliva, and like a man on a mission, covers every part with rapt attention.
“Yo- You don’t have to--oh holy fuck--you don’t have to, cover me in marks you kno--ohh my go-” The sentence is spastic, piercing mewls breaking your flow of speech and thought.
“These fucking tits,” roughly clasping your pert breast in his large palm, “they look so much better like this.” The proud smile he shows has not the slightest hint of regret.
Catching a break, he twiddles your nipples, letting his other hand sit on your covered sex. He is teasing you; you recognize that. Just giving you opportunities to disobey, to take all the pain he has to offer.
It’s a good thing you like the pain.
You slowly roll your hips, trying to grind against his palm, taking whatever help you can get.
A sharp smack lands on your clit, shooting your eyes open - you don’t even know when they closed. Jungkook’s hand is soothing the site of the blow, the pain converting to pleasure under his touch.
“Patience, sweetness,” the gravely whisper sending tingles down your spine, “such a good girl for me.”
You give him a slight nod - he smacks you again, once, twice, thrice, without a break. Your entrance is smarting, but you want to give him everything. Biting your lips to stop the labored moans escaping, you clench your eyes and savor the burn.
Your show of obedience has Jungkook’s heart thronging. Fuck, he was enjoying toying with you. Playing you like a fiddle. You produce every tone he desires in the form of wanton melodies, he wants to play them over and over again like his favorite song.
“How are we doing?” he asks, a shit-eating grin plastered on him. Before you could answer, his fingers shallowly enter your soaked pussy, still hampered by the cloth.
“You- fuck, you said I was the tease here?” Your hands are at his wrist, begging to pull the scrap of cloth aside and have his way.
He comes to face your sopping mound, pausing only to speak “Never said I wasn’t,” and starts pressing soft, feathery kisses. “That day, seeing you dripping in that towel, I dreamt of having these legs around me.”
“I swear, at least take it off - oh Jungkoo-”
Without warning, he kneads your ass and pushes you into his face.
You feel like you’ve been on the edge for hours. The suckle on your engorged clit along with the abrasion of the lace gets you so close. So damn close. So, so clo-
The tightness in your belly finally snaps and you howl, gushing your vat of arousal onto his face. The high was more intense than you had imagined, so high that you wonder if you will ever find your way back to reality. You feel like a rock in space, aimlessly floating in the vast nothingness.
You dimly notice Jungkook toying with the lacy hem of your panties, pulling it back to snap it against your hip. The sting is soon forgotten, along with your panties flung across the bed, as he parks himself back between your legs.
“You smell incredible.” He approves, taking a long whiff of your honeyed center. “Look at you, so messy.” He licks a long stripe along your crease. “Messy girl, I should clean you up.”
“Wait Jungkook-” you oppose, lids heaving in pleasure. “I need you inside me, please. I can’t take -oof”
Gnawing at your sodden folds, he let his nose press against your clit. “You’re so fucking tight, you think you can take me?” He shakes his head. “Gotta stretch you out, gotta make me fit.” He presses his tongue against your nub, feeling it throb in anticipation. “And I think you can give me one more.” He ends, before invading your drenched channel with two fingers. You are putting up with his torments the best you can; walls fluttering against his lips, legs entwined behind Jungkook’s back trapping him between your thighs.
“Ah! God - I, I can’t-” Your eyes are screwed shut, hands bunching the sheets in your grasp.
His fingers fluctuate between scissoring motions, their lengths opening you up for him and curling inside, fingertips finding the rough patch inside. He adds a third finger, pussy straining to accommodate them all. Your thighs clench in the burn, and he groans into your pussy at the pressure. Increasing the pace, he pumps into you harder and faster, sucking your puffy lips in tandem.
“Please, please, harder - let me cum - please oh go-”
“Fuck yeah baby, your pussy is just sucking me in. You like that? You like me shoving into your cunt?”
“Uungh yes yes I love it!”
“Doesn’t it hurt? Or are you such a slut for pain? Tell me, tell me you’re a pain slut.”
“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t you stop- I am! I am a pain slut! Your pain slut!”
“Goood girrrll,” he husks out. Even though he is taking charge, your words are what control him. “Only mine. My pain slut will come for me now.”
A spray of cum ejects out of you, coating Jungkook’s chest and inundating your legs. The coherent part in you recognizes that you just squirted, but the neanderthal side shuts all recognition of anything that is not Jungkook’s cock. Even after two climaxes, you are hungry to get more. More of him.
If you don’t fuck him now, you will lose your capability to reason.
Limbs still heavy and reeling from the ravaging, you pick your pieces and drag Jungkook to the headboard.
“I’m going to ride you.” you declare and straddle him.
Jungkook is staring fixedly at your still-leaking cunt. Running his tongue over his lower lip, and licking the remnant syrup of your release. You position yourself, letting the drippage fall directly on his erection. He twitches, eyes still feasting on the mess you are making.
Finding purchase on his shoulders, you lower yourself. Jungkook’s breath staggers as you drag your inner lips along his hard shaft. You repeat this motion till your fluids drip to his balls.
“Y/N, I swear to God, if you don’t stop with this-”
“You’ll do what?” you challenge, an eyebrow raised in response to his threat.
He grabs you by your waist, jerking you up before bringing you down on his dick. Your cunt, creamy from his earlier ministrations, gives no resistance to his hardness. His cock twitches inside as you bottom out. Pulling you closer, he bites your lip and tugs at it.
“I’ll do this.”
A sharp spank makes you clench around him, the supple flesh of your ass ricocheting in response.
“Go on baby, ride me.”
The low-grained command sets you in motion. Slowly gyrating your hips, you feel every ridge of this length inside. Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens, and you’re sure you will see evidence of it tomorrow. Your grasp on his shoulders isn’t faring any better.
“You’re so tight, fuck, and so wet. Who made you like this, huh?” A second spank punctuating his question.
“Oh God, you-”, you barely manage to recognize your own voice, “You, Jungkook! Only you!”
“That’s fucking right, only me.”
Hips snapping, he meets you halfway. Both of you are lost in each other, lewd sounds of your skin slapping and juices quelching barely muffled by your desperate whines and moans of passion. Eyes locked in like magnets, neither of you could look away.
Jungkook pulls back a little, slapping your jiggling tit. Your sex clenches, and the following slap has you lodging yourself in the crook of his neck, searching for a reprieve.
“Want some help?”
One swift move and you are on your stomach, face pushed into a pillow, and ass out. A final spank lands right in the middle, and you can feel it pulsate everywhere. He pushes back into your glistening core, taking control of your pleasure and pain. One hand carding through the nape of your neck, pushing you down, the other hand grabbing your waist and setting the pace. The new angle hits deeper, you feel so full.
“Jungkoo--unghh I need to cum! Need to- umph- cum so bad!” You are wailing at this point, shame lying somewhere near your flung clothes.
“Fuck, babe, me too. Go ahead and play with yourself, nice and slow.”
It takes a few swipes for the tightness in you to detonate. Tears flood your face as you unravel, your orgasm crashing into you like waves of a tsunami. You clench tight, wetness flows out of your hole as Jungkook pumps in and out, chasing his high.
He comes undone soon after, ropes of his ejaculate filling your insides. He stays in, plugging you as if to not allow any of it out. But as his member softens, he gives in, turning you on your back to meet his face.
Butterfly-soft kisses are exchanged after the blazing encounter. He asks you if you’re okay between breaths, a tender murmur you almost miss, as if you weren’t screaming your lungs out moments ago. Nuzzling into his neck, you confirm.
A snort disrupts the silence. Looking up, you see Jungkook chuckling.
In response to your cocked eyebrow, he says “Want to talk about what a freak you are?”
“Want to talk about what a hypocrite you are?”
“Hey, you asked me to spit on you!”
You mock-gasp, hand on chest for the extra effect. “My breasts need medical attention after your attention! Freak!”
Laughter echoes in the room as you two tumble in the blankets, and you feel his release seeping out of you. Turning to him, you pout, “Your mess is leaking out of me.”
Jungkook gets up to leave the bed, and you expect a wet towel coming your way.
What you don’t expect is him parting your legs, gunmetal eyes following the rivulets escaping your abused hole.
“Your cunt smells so good with my cum on it,” he purrs.
He gathers the escaping thick liquid and pushes it back into your quivering core.
Jolting with oversensitivity, you try to stall him but he is fingering you with a vengeance. The ache and soreness soon dispel, bringing forth a new wave of ecstasy. His unrelenting stare concentrates on the mix of fluids on his fingers. With a few strokes on your sensitive bundle of nerves and fingers stuffed inside, you come again, legs shivering and pussy overflowing, his juices intermingled with yours.
You are dazed; you’ve lost track of everything. The room is spinning in front of you and your body feels like lead. All you can manage is to arch your neck, and plead, “No more, you freak.”
Jungkook giggles, eyes crinkling in good humor. Ah, the duality of this man is a force to reckon with. You can’t believe this is the same man that fucked you into your bed like a primordial beast. There’s no way you can move anytime soon.
After a clean-up interval, you are wrapped in each other's arms, melting into the embrace. His musky fragrance putting you at ease, you tuck your in the nook of his neck, basking in the aroma. Hands pressed against his broad chest, exuding warmth for you. His hand cradles your head, snuggling in closer till there is no space to cover. Sweet nothings whispered into each other’s lips, tender kisses exchanged in place of the scorching ones that had passed. You drift in and out of your slumber, fearing the sun would ascend too soon and break you apart.
A dim glow from the other end of the bed wakes you up. On turning you find Jungkook, dressed in his now-wrinkled clothes, seated on the edge. His gaze, pensive. You lay a hand on his thigh.
“Oh, did the light wake you?”
The alarm on his face makes you smile. “No, your absence did.”
The corners of his mouth turned up, eyeing you with softness.
“I have an early schedule. I didn’t want to wake you, but, ” he lets his palm rest on yours, “I also didn’t want to leave without it.”
Neither of you know how to walk away from this. The silence is deafening, unuttered sentiments hanging in the still air. Jungkook’s chest is heavy.
This is insane. He wants to lay you against a bed of flowers, treat you like the delicate petal you bear resemblance to, worship your body till the sun succumbs to your blazing passion. How is he to explain that his heart is beating through his chest for someone he knows for mere days? He rifles through his memories for a similar instance.
He finds none.
Maybe you don’t feel the same way. Maybe, you are blissfully unaware of the tumultuous emotions lurching in the pit of his belly. He can’t assume you will echo his lovesick needs, but he can’t let go.
You inch closer.
Fervid feelings die hard. He probes your eyes searching for an intensity matching his.
You let your lips convey the answer.
Passionate as ever, you draw him into the kiss. His lashes flutter against your rosy cheeks. At the moment, there is no dominance in him. Almost like his tongue, dragging across your swollen lips, is healing the brutality of last night. If you pull back, he comes after you; an incessant tug of war no player wants to win.
“Please Jungkook,” you choke between kisses, “Please tell me this isn’t the last of us.”
He is hovering on top of you, the galaxy in his eyes twinkling at your words.
“Please, I don’t want this to end.” You continue against his lips. Head versus heart, you fought a losing battle; how were you to stall the inevitable? Fueled, you plunge your tongue into him, determined to make your ardor known. The void of ferocity is filled with slow sensuality; like he is the sole reservoir to quench your thirst.
“Y/N”, he breathes out, “I feel like I know everything about you and nothing about you at the same time.” Resting your foreheads against one another, he continues. “I’m not about to let fate decide when we cross paths again.”
A grin finds your lips. “Destiny really pulled its weight here, didn’t it?”
He wordlessly nods, not wanting to break the tranquility in place. However, it is short-lived; his phone’s ringer makes sure of it.
“Yeah, I’ll be right down.” Something the speaker says turns Jungkook scarlet red. “I said I’ll be right there!” he yells before ending the call.
“The members are asking why I wasn’t in my room.” he clarifies, waggling his brows. You join his laughter, happy to have just the simple moment with him.
After exchanging numbers (and a photo for keepsake), Jungkook presses one last kiss, lips promising to find each other again. Somehow, you don’t say goodbye. You just stare at his disappearing body, confident that the next encounter is not far.
Jake is babbling about his night, how he managed to ditch the god-awful party and hang out with some overenthusiastic college-goers who paid for his drinks with their trust fund dough. This is usually the time you ask him if he’s proud of mooching off of children, but today his exaggerated narrative is cracking you up.
His forehead creases. “What’s up with you today? You haven’t vowed to skin me alive even once.”
“You like it when I threaten bodily harm?”
“I’m kinky like that.”
You just shrug. Erotic images make a fleeting appearance in your mind, but they are interrupted by your flight announcement.
“Aren’t you glad this is over? You can go back to overworking yourself in your office instead of a hotel!” Jake remarks, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “At least your back won’t break in the travel.”
Thinking over your experience in the city, you confess “Actually, I look forward to returning here.”
A thought slips in, curving your mouth into a smile. You quietly add,
“And yeah, my back was broken all right.”
Thank you for making it to the end! Please do let me know what you think!
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sibi i wanted to ask about MV boys' hobbies
like we saw yoongi writing music for oc😞😞, tae does too, taekook singing in the car
i really wanna know wanna know what all other things they can do......like eternity is a lot🥴🥴 so they probably gonna master every skill possible
Bro I don't know if I can ever give you a full list of their hobbies. As you said, eternity is very long. But I'll try hehehe
Tae I would say enjoys everything creative and artistic. Making & writing music, painting & drawing, photography, sculpture & pottery, sewing & knitting. Just give this man something artistic to do and he will dedicate years to it.
Yoongi I would say really starts to blossom whenever he can make music. He has written a lot over the course of three millenia and I would honestly say that his main hobby is music. Also cooking & baking. He would never admit it, but that man sees making food for others as his happy time :(
Jungkook obviously loves music as well. Painting & drawing are important to him too and he often times spends years on one artwor before he is happy with it. Working out is really big for him as well. And I also lowkey think that he loves to have cooking evenings with his friends and he would consider these as his favourite past time activity :(
Hoseok once again loves music. He actually produces his own beats and raps and uploads them online under a very secret alias. He especially loves dancing and spends a lot of time perfecting the skill. He also LOVES the cooking evenings with Kook. Like listen he just loves spending time with his friends :(
Seokjin I would say likes to have hobbies which includes couple activities with Emma. You can catch these two having gaming nights, cooking or baking nights. With his boys he loves going for a drink and a little secret for you (from a deleted scene in MV haha rip to the scene) he and Yoongi started to have "game nights" where they watch a random sports game on TV and drink whiskey.
Jimin LIVES for dancing. Whenever he wasn't under the influence of Namjoon, you could find him in some random dance studio spending hours perfecting his steps. He and Tae also regularly make music togehter and listen. LISTEN. If he would allow himself to feel that way, he would LOVE the cooking nights with the others. He is secretly such a bro, who just wants to drink and hang with nice people.
I would love to say that Namjoon has normal hobbies, but I genuinely think that he sees torture & experimentation on non-consenting & very alive victims as his hobbies AFDSHF. He does really love reading though, you can catch him lost in a good book every now and then. In the past when he wasn't a psycho he loved gardening, music & poetry fajdfj but these days he sees these things as stupid.
I hope I could give you some nice lil deets about the boys ahaha 💜💜
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(why don't tkks just let you, and us, and all of bts live?!!!!!!!!!!!) have you ever talked about the coming of age ceremony performance here? if so, would you please link me there? if not, would you? i just rewatched it and looked up the lyrics for the first time and OH BOY! if that wasn't minguggie coming out, what was that??? if that wasn't supposed to be about them finally being able to be together, then....... why????
I have talked about CoA a few times, I think, but let's just go there again because it is one of my favorite bits of jikookery on the internet. I mean why the hell not have you seen these gaybies?!
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So at the time this was filmed which was just prior to FESTA on June 1 of that year, Jimin was 20 international age (21 Korean) and Jungkook was 18 (19 Korean). They were, in my opinion, still in the early stages of defining and working out being together. I really don't think their relationship was making a ton of sense to them yet, even if Jungkook thought he had it all figured out. Jimin straight up knew he was in over his head by this time and it shows.
That said they were also engaging in some stuff and things of an adult nature almost certainly by this point. I mean the Drake "Own It" rehearsal vid from the performance that never happened was filmed the same evening as Day One of this video, SO. You do the math but there is legit no way shenanigans were not taking place. And with these two, shenanigans are accompanied by emotion. I always feel a little bit like I'm witnessing the birth of an epic love story when I watch this.
Most of the choreo is taken from Park Ji-Yoon's original video, but some of it is taken from Michael Jackson's VMA performance from, I think, '95? Not sure, I should look that up. The lyrics to the song are absolutely worth reading, and while I think Jimin handled a chunk of the choreography, I feel like (with no proof either way) that Jungkook may have chosen the song and the theme. I could be wrong but he is just so damn smug about it, istg.
And by smug I mean Koo is sassy and kinda getting into his gay back there, popping his gum and wearing that shirt and those baggy ass hot boy pants and smirking and side-eyeing his boyfriend like "OH I HAVE A BOYFRIEND IT'S JIMIN HE'S MY ACTUAL SECRET BOYFRIEND AND NOBODY KNOWS IT BUT US"... the Jeon half of that household is a lot of things but slick has never been one of them.
Meanwhile we get (in an oddly late-2021 kind of way) shy giggly Jiminie. I mean y'all. LOOK AT HIM. I can actually see why all the fanfics seem to wanna write JK as the top when you have Jimin being a delicate, easily embarrassed little flower like that (when his hips aren't moving anyway). I mean he gets over that in time for Drake rehearsal but damn, boy. Even on day two of this vid he is halfway phoning in rehearsal and missing stuff he NEVER misses.
Maybe it was because of that Own It rehearsal from the night before, you tell me, or maybe the size of the statement was sinking in on him a little bit. I think it was both. Hormonal overflow plus big emotion = our boy gonna miss a cue here and there just because his synapses don't have room to fire. Meanwhile Big Gesture Jungkook is just like nailing it, he knows what he wants to say and he DGAF whether we get it or not. If we do, cool. If we don't, he can laugh at us later. Much like tattoos and ear kithes and everything else he does.
The actual performance vid is paid content and hard to find due to copyrights but I have seen it (I might have it somewhere actually). But I hate the way it's shot. Literally cuts out whole pieces of them working together and half the time the camera's on the wrong person or body part so really for me the rehearsal is the superior footage.
Thanks anon for bringing up the song that raised my entire forehead, clutched my pearls and had me singing the "these bitches gay good for them good for them" fanchant.
#coming of age ceremony#jimin#jungkook#coa#festa 2016#also own it by drake literally the same night#early jeon parks pre jeon park household status#jikook gay#jikook jikook they jikooked they out here jikooking the jikookery#early legal jikookery#thanks nice anon#park ji yoon#those lyrics omg#jungkook singing about not being a little girl anymore sends me
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lowkey | teaser
⦿ boo’d up in the daytime
⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime
↳ SERIES RELEASE DATE: ~end of may / beg of june
summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.
pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk
genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut
words: 1.2k
warnings: the tracks/mixes included in the party playlist can get really explicit so please do not listen if it makes you uncomfortable - i apologize in advance; otherwise, not much with this teaser besides alcohol consumption, intoxication and some grinding? oc and sunmi are getting kook and his boys frat party ready!!
tags: @taegularities @jimidol @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @ggukkieland @unicornbabylover @thebeebi @preciouschimine @ladyartemesia @moonchild1 @jikookiekosmos @marcoazz2 @kootaes @wearenot7withu @codeinebelle
"Wait, fuck. Are you sure we're gonna be okay?" Hoseok watches you and Sunmi pour the shots with a slight scrunch, Taehyung covering his nose at the smell of the vodka.
"Yes." You laughed. "You'll be okay. You just have to pace yourselves."
"Fuck that, go all out." Sunmi giggles, making you shoot her a look.
"Sunmi, no! They haven't drank like that before!" You pass them their red cups. You watch as Jungkook and Jimin make faces when they look inside the cup, Taehyung damn near gags at the smell up close and Hoseok gives his cup a little shake.
"Soooo, we can't take this in two sips or something?"
"Absolutely illegal to babysit." Sunmi smiles, obviously having the time of her life right now.
"Babysit?" Jimin repeats.
"Yeah, like taking your sweet time to finish a drink or shot."
"Ah, babysitting." Jimin says, even though he has never heard of the term before besides actually babysitting [like a child or something].
"Ready?" They all nod, making you smile. "Cheers, guys!" You and Sunmi take the shot with ease, while the four are struggling in their own ways.
Jungkook making the most sour face you have ever seen someone do.
Jimin tilting his head back against their couch, eyes closed and definitely in pain.
Taehyung gagging even more that his nose is turning red?
Hoseok is yelling at the burning sensation crawling down his chest.
"You guys okay?" Sunmi cracks up. "Another?"
"Girl, did I not just say the point of this was to pace yourself?!"
"We're in their living room, Y/N. What could possibly go wrong?"
"Pour another." Jungkook says, making Sunmi nod excitedly, in approval.
"See, your boyfriend is down. Let's do it. Besides, when it comes to Delta Chi's shit, they can get a little crazy."
"Fine, but none of you are moving. You're staying right here in this apartment." You say, pouring another shot into their cups. After this, you were gonna call it quits with the drinking, absolutely 100%. Solely because you were worried for the boys and how it was their first time drinking so intensely. And so after that shot, you place your cup on the table, ready to put your foot down—
By pouring another shot, and another, until their faces were almost painted red and they're starting to stumble all over the place.
"Oh shiiiit, the world no longer feels flat." Taehyung says drunkily, burping in the process.
"Okay!" Jimin says, sloppily standing and pointing a finger. "Dance time!"
"Look, the thing with dancing is that you need to keep it chill. Don't make it look like you're trying too hard to vibe to whatever song is playing." You agree with Sunmi silently as you sit on the couch, in between Jungkook and Jimin’s spot. Sunmi watches as Hoseok gets a little aggressive with whatever the hell he's doing with his arms right now and she stands, shaking her head. "No, no." She puts his arms down. "Less tense, just go with the flow." She begins to dance to the music, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung following along. "Yeah, like that!" You get up to join them with Jungkook, but they start doing their own thing, breaking off into robot-pop-like dance moves, making the both of you laugh. You all continue to dance along until a more seductive song comes on. The only person to take notice really is Jungkook and he steps back a bit, unsure of how to handle this. Do this. He was hoping none of the guys would bring it up—
"Wait, how do we dance with girls?" Taehyung says, doing some hip movements with his hands in front of him as if imagining a pretty lady dancing in front of him. "Cause I really wanna try and dance with someone at least once."
"Not.. like that. Please." Sunmi lowers his hands. "You definitely won't get that one time if that's how you come off." You're still bouncing a little on your feet, making Sunmi nod at you. "Jungkook, go grab your girl." He swallows the lump in his throat, doe eyes wider than wide. "Come on, don't be shy. I'm sure you two are planning to do much worse, if you haven’t already." Right, he thinks. He always has to remind himself that Sunmi has no idea you two are faking this. He's surprised, honestly, that his friends haven't slipped, especially being this tipsy.
"Oh, uh—okay." He scratches his head and looks at you, as if he was calling for your help through his eyes.
"Just come up behind me and put your hands on my hips. Bring me close to you." And Jungkook does what he's told, coming up behind you and gently placing his hands on your hips. He digs his fingers into them, bring you close as you work your hips against his.
"See, that was pretty good. Just keep it natural, always look at the girl and read her body language, her look, if she's willing. Don't be a fucking creep about it."
"Oh, Jungkookie! You look like a natural!" Hoseok calls out, making him step away from you to sit back down on the couch. Session over, at least for Jungkook. But fuck, he could feel himself getting hard beneath his jeans and he didn't know what the fuck to do. He wants to keep you close, dance on you, have fun with you. But he definitely didn't want his hard-on getting in the way and fucking scaring you off.
God.
Though, the unexpected happens after everyone starts dancing around again and having fun to the music. You look at him behind you, sitting silently on the couch while he watches everyone and welcome yourself onto his lap.
"Oh fuck?" He says, questioningly. Now what!? His hands are up in the air because he isn't sure if this is a mistake or if you're really willing to sit on his lap right now.
"Kook." You say, pretty tipsy yourself. "Hold onto me." You say lowly.
"Right." He says, kicking himself into boyfriend mode. You keep your eyes on him until he rests his hands on your thighs. "That okay?" You nod, but there's a look on your face that he can't necessarily read and you're fucking thriving off of it. He was cute as your fake boyfriend, and you weren't gonna lie, you loved seeing him squirm under you like this. You start to grind your hips onto him, rolling them against his crotch nicely, slowly.
"Oh my god, Jungkookie's living a dream. He's getting a lapdance from his girlfriend." Taehyung watches, making Jimin drunkily cheer him on.
Surprisingly, Jungkook grips you tighter, pressing himself tightly against you to feel all the friction. He follows your movements, the pace and fuck, is he loving every minute of it. It could be because of the alcohol, but whatever it was, he was with it. You, ontop of him, in these shorts— nice, fat ass just working him like they do in the music videos.
You were a fucking dream.
The song stops and goes back to a more upbeat song, making you stop and laugh at the vibe change. Jungkook feels the heat rising in his cheeks, biting onto his bottom lip to prevent himself from smiling too big at you.
"You pick up quick, Kook. Are you sure you don't dance and sing?" He chuckles.
"Positive." As you're about to make your way off of his lap, he holds onto your hips and presses you back down. You turn to look, seeing him shaking his head at you before leaning his head forward near your arm. "Where are you going? Can't you just sit with me for a bit?" You bite your lip and nod your head, getting yourself comfortable on his lap.
"For practice?" You tease.
"Thought you didn't need me to say that anymore." He fires back, causing heat to rise in your own cheeks due to this sudden sexual tension you’re feeling. You blame it on the alcohol. However, it doesn’t change the fact that he learns quick. For damn sure.
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While yes Jk is being way too cocky in his lives I’m so glad he finally is telling people to cut it out with treating him like a baby. He went after an army who asked why he would be like a western artist and make a dirty song. He started talking about how old he is and how armys have had a certain perception of him.
My hypothesis is he was shown this song and the explicit version is why he chose it. He’s a grown man who’s tired of weird infantilizing armys. I think the whole payola and everything after this release is wrong but I do understand why he’s doing some stuff he’s doing.
He’s still giving off immature vibes but it’s giving off straight frat boy vibes. And if you notice in the gma performance he changed the pronoun to her in lotto’s verse when he didn’t even have to rap that part. (He didn’t rap her entire part) I think that definitely was intentional.
But armys still think his back hug with that tattoo artist woman was platonic so I doubt they’ll get the hint.
It's pretty clear the image he's trying to portray is that he's some mature, rebel, straight Fuckboy or whatever. Fine. Good for him. But I don't have to like that.
He's trying to break out of his baby image but the way he talked in the live.... Idk about you guys but it sounded like an immature, defensive manchild throwing tantrums. I know that must be hard for you to read but this is exactly the vibe I got.
Yeah they must treat him like a baby (even though i rarely see it these days) but at least they are defending him when he's literally using fraud to get #1 and still being proud of it.
If he wants to break out of the baby image then maybe do that by actually acting mature?.
I don't care if he talked about sex or whatever. But acting cocky and arrogant is just gonna make people dislike you. Only horny, teenage girls like such traits in boys lmao.
He shouts about how he's grown up. I already knew he had grown up. But guess some people still don't think so. Ok I get it. But the fact that he thinks singing about sex is what makes you mature just shows to me that he's kinda immature. And he gets everything handed to him on a silver platter like a spoiled child, and then he brags about it like he's bragging about his father's money and then he cries about people treating him like a baby.
People like me who see him as a grown up adult had dropped jungkook after seeing how much he has changed. He's not the same anymore. He's changed in a bad way and let's accept this and move on. You wanna keep pitying him and liking him. Okay good for you. But I don't like him anymore. Let me be.
Only his stans are still stanning him because they don't really care about the music and just likes to brag about numbers. And armies have always token staned jk anyways so what can i say about that.
But that's just things from my perspective. It may sound harsh but I'm not gonna feel pity for him just because he's crying about how people treat him like a child when my bias literally got r#pe jokes thrown at him by jk stans. Call me petty or whatever but if jk stans don't feel pity for jimin even after righting the most vile things about him then why should we feel pity for rightfully calling jk out?
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