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Reward (JJK X Reader)

Summary - Loving Jungkook secretly is what you have been doing for years. Your best friend never left your side, and neither did you. You received the e-mail, you two were waiting for. Granted, you don't wanna leave his side, not now, not ever. So, concluding to give this heart-clenching news to Jungkook, you're here standing right outside his glass window, however, what's in front of your eyes isn't what you expected from him, not today at least.

Guess what worst could happen? When he finds you, drooling behind the glass window? Wrong timings, poor you. You were here to surprise him, except the reward he offers you isn't in the way you desired it to be, however, you can't deny it.

Warnings - explicit sexual content, dom!jk, hair pulling, choking, fingering, spanking, breast play, dirty talk, rough sex, without protection, aftercare, praise, clit spank (a lot of spanking actually) (I'm sorry)

Genre - best friends to lovers

Pairing - Jungkook / reader

Rating - 18+ ( MINORS DNI 🔞)

Word count - 10k+

Masterlist || Wattpad || ao3

You're so heartwarmingly cheery to fill his not only ears with the news but lips with a bright beam that only lightens your day and soul, but the same news shrinks your heart at the same time, why??

Going to University, sure that's what you dreamt of for so long before your heart agreed that the affection you feel for your best friend is not just some care or friendship but - love, but forthwith your dream which you fed with your love, your sweat, your tears, your hard work, and your time is in your hand right now, on your mail.

You certainly want to share it with him, but you aren't sure about it, whether you should or not, surely he'll be the happiest and maybe more than you, and thats what shakes your soul, questioning you.

Are you really prepared for going to the new place where you won't even get a sight of him the way you get right now?

Every day?

The answer is a million times - No!

Are you ready for that? Certainly not!

Will you survive? Not even a heartbeat!

In your heart, you two are together in there living happily ever after with your best friend, who's living next to your apartment, except that there's a wall between your apartments. A bridge of stones between two souls, a dam between two hearts overflowing with love for one another, two friends who are wildly in love with each other yet oblivious.

You two are like one body and two souls, never alone. People know if they saw one of you at parties there's no shadow of a doubt that the second ain't there. Jealous filthy whores, burn on smolder of their burning hearts with envy, on seeing you with the sexiest yet kindest guy at your university, and you ain't less than a fucking bitch, clinging to Jungkook's arms around them made your blood tainted with serene reach to all the ends of your body.

You two, unhesitatingly and tirelessly stood by each other - through every thick and thin, shared every emotion, every little secret which was meant to be buried was ever buried between you two, defending each other not merely in front of douchebags but also, in front of your teachers, and parents too if all else fails.

This is what you treasured since kindergarten, you two had an unbreakable bond. Then why won't anyone be jealous of you two?

But this guy had an issue with you whenever you were in a relationship with someone, Jungkook never let you breathe in peace.

"You've changed",

"you're my best friend first then his girlfriend",

But your favorite to date - those words that still pool the heartwarming rush of warmth between your legs "leave him, we both are enough for one another" and whatnot.

Save for the fact, this guy won't let you stay here after knowing what this really means to you, but he doesn't know this about your mind, you left that dream, the day your drunk neighbor - your best friend confessed what your heart's been alarming you.

That - "I love you, since the day you came in my life y/n when we were friends, then you followed me", he took a sip of wine from his cup, " all the way from Busan to Seattle," he chuckles, "with-- your bags in one hand and the keys in another to the apartment next to mine, since then my-- my life--".

This is what he whisperingly confessed in your ear and all the drunkenness you wooed from boozing six cups of wine all that headed to the hills at those three words. Hereafter, your soul screams at those unsatisfactorily unfinished words and now you curse your bestie Yoongi every fucking night for bringing another cup of alcohol that led him to eat those words back again. You don't get it why is Jungkook has been treasuring those words? My life - what my life, you want to know what all he has in his heart. Those three words, I love you - seeped into your soul, have been living there with your love for him, since then.

But the heart-shattering truth - that asshole doesn't remember at all.

That sometimes soothes you but 99.999% time heats your soul, your skin, and your body to the nuclear level.

Jungkook, still waiting for the news of you being accepted to the University with receiving a full-tuition scholarship, was only making him quiz you every fucking day. This was not solely yours but now his dream too as if he wants you out of his sight or mayhaps... mayhaps is waiting for what you have been waiting and it's better to put an end to those questions.

And the reason why you decide to jump from your balcony to his is that's what you two always do. At any time of the day, whether day or night, though you don't intend to interfere in either's privacy you two haven't learned anything than being the irksome element in either's life. Not banging the doors to meet the other, you two jump from your balcony to the other and bang the windows of either room.

Whenever you peep inside through the window, you either find him eating or playing fucktons of games on his mobile. Presently, you were going to hammer the window to make him know who's here, but, today, it's different, you retreive your hand back as your mouth forms an O, and by different, this is not what you expected him to do.

A fever of epiphany laced with ardor cruised through your skin vibrating all your senses to the core as your eyes couldn't believe what they are beholding, they yearned to see for so long.

Jungkook lying on the bed, his eye shut, his breaths rushing at high speed, his teeth grinding, as you absorb the dark shadow of his jaw and the defined curves of his cheeks. Groans vibrate in his chest as moans claws out of his lips, the way you want to consume them inside you.

His bare chest makes you drool every time you eye him to no length, heaving breathlessly, and his hand... His hand is what your eyes are hungrily fixed at.

His - hand - on - his - groin, actively on a job you dream to do for him every day but beyond that, it's for you. "Oh, boy let me do that for you", you murmur under your hitched breath, choking on your spit.

And seeing him like that, only so much makes you imagine yourself getting wall-banged by your best friend. That look on his face is making you touch yourself as the heat between your legs is pooling your heartbeats that are floating, there's always a but and it is at present too, you're probably standing outside of his bedroom you have two choices either bang his door and ride it.

Or,

Turn around, and follow the path that leads you here, make your way to your room and do what you have been doing for years since you learned about your feelings for him.

Yes . Go . Back . And . Toss . Yourself . Off. Is what going on in your head!!!

Your hand ached to be where his hand was, touch it, put it in your mouth and suck it --- "JESUS, enough", you hiss, was that loud? Retrieving your hand which was between your thighs a second ago "I need to learn, whatever this is, it's from my side, probably he doesn't see me more than his friend."

You're not around him, but you can feel his proximity like an electric hum. Just seeing him masturbating, flares a firestorm inside you heating your reproductive organs, making them hungry for him touch, for his mouth.

Oh, that mouth, you saw gasping minutes ago, the same mouth that laughs with you, kisses you sometimes but makes you want to kiss them every time you're with him, his head dropped back and those unholy lips roar your name like no other person ever could, laced with honey syrup, but not right now, presently, not lacing your name with honey but the darkness in his voice, hearing your name from those lips sends a shiver through you. The potency of your name on his lips, his heavy breaths, and his moans rile you up, sending waves of heat down to your core. You feel the dampness between your legs.

Jungkook jacking off his meat, eyes shut, and his lips summoning your name in a countless filthily unholy way. . . decimating the pictures of his innocence from your mind and voices of him calling you awfully sweetly.

But what you just saw cools down the fire to zero and can't be misunderstood because that was the last thing you wanted to happen amongst every other stuff.

"Oh, fuck, did he just see me", taking a step back, you murmur, because face this, your JESUS, enough actually slipped through this glass window across the room to his ears. You wonder why didn't he react, waiting for an honest answer to that question, looking back at him you find him zipping up with one hand, and picking up his phone with another.

Your phone rings in your hand, and you glance at it, dread seeping through your wide alarmed eyes. You look at him, then your eyes fall back on your ringing phone and back at him again.

He's eyeing you, does this call means he knows I saw him jerking off? Holy shit. That heart-stopping grin on his face, tells you nothing more than a yes in return for what you asked.

You meet your eyes on the glass, reflecting the enormous expression of shock in them. The only glass creating a distance between you two, the only thing that kept him from your filthy drooling mouth minutes ago or might change those words to - the only glass that let you watch him like that.

You blink your eyes twice looking directly into his seductively dark eyes through a glass window, that unfamiliar darkness in those brown eyes, his furrowed brows, is alien to you, as you're friendly enough with his puppy eyes. The ringing phone in your hand channels you back. He's still watching your every moment biting his pierced lips, and motioning you over with his fore and middle fingers. God, I want them deep inside me. Shut the fuck up.

You open the door and force your shivering feet into his room, "hey", strengthening your usual way of meeting him like you both usually do, with a bang on his door, letting him know about the storm you are, is at his place to suck away his peace for the rest of the day. But you hate the quiver in your voice.

Today you're every other synonym of dumb, every other name for vulnerable, and every coy term for being terrified as you notice your shaky voice, yet you kept walking towards him, your damp thighs rubbing together transporting you right behind the glass window and your lustful eyes are to be blamed for what is going to happen next, you do want this but never like this, you didn't wish - for this - like this, never.

His eyes track your path to him watching your exposed thighs as you're wearing nothing but his shirt which you took without his permission, last week to be precise, "Ugh, I -- I--", you wave your hand holding the phone, unintentionally showing off the mail, displayed on your phone's screen, gripping it hard to dear life, this is the only moment to let him know why you were here in the first place, "this uh Jungkookie I got--".

"Call me, Jungkook", his voice is rough, as he stands in front of you, holding your unblinking gaze, but that seductiveness you saw earlier is picking up the pace.

Oh shit, is he angry. You don't want this. Speak up you bitch, spill spill spill, god dammit. Sweat trickles down your spine, and you can feel it running down the lane.

Is this his heat-raising gooseflesh on my skin, or his eyes that are poking holes into my soul, or his deep throaty voice to call him Jungkook? But why, he's your friend, it's up to you whatever you please to, you can.

"Jungkook, I can explain, I'm sorry I didn't mean to--"

He saw your phone and probably understood the reason why you were here in the first place, raising his hand between you both motioning you to place your phone in his hand.

I won't, moreover, I don't have to do this, he's probably going nuts, let him be. I'll do what pleases me.

You rather like this Jungkook, pissing him off is now your favorite thing to do every day. You cross your arms around your chest keeping your phone from his sight, you certainly dropped your brain at his doorstep before entering.

"I won't repeat." His voice is above par right now, "Your phone. Right now. On my hands."

"But you'll have to listen to me first Kook, don't assume fucking shit when you actually dont know the real--"

He motions himself closer to you, just an inch away, he leans his face close to your ears, "I said call me Jungkook, and assume? Really Y/N, you wanna know about my assumptions about what I saw, or let's talk about your sight?"

Closing the distance between you two, he moves closer to you, leans and his breathy words melt away all valor from your body turning it into sweat dripping from your forehead, gliding down to your cheeks. He rubs it away with a demonic grin on his pierced lips, "don't get nervous, and don't make me make you go all wet, from head to all the way down your spine, to your pretty toes, princess", he looks deep into your eyes, then his gaze falls on your lips, he grazes your lower lips with his thumb, "now, give your phone."

Without wasting another second you do what he expects. You hold your breath and avert your eyes, "I got selected Jungkookie I--", your voice shivers and you press your eyes shut, just to open them, "I mean Jungkook--"

"I know, and when did you get this?", lifting his eyes from your phone in his hand to your face, his face glowing in the heat of lust you haven't seen earlier - bedroom eyes, drowning in hunger and sin. This is the look I saw when he was in the throes of orgasms -- jerking off, luscious and wild.

"Can't recall", you try to calm your voice, "probably an hour or a few maybe", noticing a wicked glint liting his eyes makes your blood heat and your cheeks daubed in the pink flush and warmth oozing through his body.

Closing the distance between you two, he slowly ominously directed his footsteps towards you. Setting one foot before the other on the move. You abstractedly backpedal, whilst he didn't break the pace, he pursued you.

Touching the ground of your friendship, chasing you - whenever you get angry or trying to invest more of your time in your stupid exes. Since day one, he never let you stay off.

He possesses the power over you, habitually, the language of his eyes is only known to your eyes, he doesn't need to drop the words out of his luscious lips, your eyes are better at unriddling those unavowed words. The main cause of jealousy growing roots and venomous flowers into the sour heart of all the girls out there who are crushing on your best friend, your love, is seeing - the intimacy between your eyes, between you and Jungkook.

You kept backtracking, and he never ceased to advance, his features stern and somber, a heart-halting grin on his pierced lips and his tendons hiding his dark eyes hindering your sight, to eye those sinful gazes.

You swear to god, you saw an emotion you have never seen in his pristine and flawless features, ardor in his lustful gaze.

Bang, your back hit the door to the cage you break into, you gasp, and your hands obliviously uprise in defense. He seizes them and pins them right atop your head.

In an eyeblink, he spins you away. You wiggle with your back to him and your sweaty palms with the heat between you two are flat on the wooden door, "Jungkookie--", you only manage to utter his name before he shushes you.

You feel his chest vibrating against your back breathing roughly heatedly, his lips meet your right ear as a shiver runs down to the south. He blows out a breath lashing at your neck. When he speaks in his deep husky voice, "I said call me Jungkook. You lost dominance of calling me Jungkookie from", his free hand travels from the south of your body to the north - your lips, by tracing them with his thumb, "these precious little lips", you feel his rich baritone vibrating in his chest sipping out and ingress into yours through the seam tangling your body with his.

"I. . . I'm sorry Jungkook, listen to me on--"

He hushes you again, as he leans his face deep, "it's not the correct time to call me Jungkook, either", he commands in his gruffly sexy voice making you lock your legs to keep them from wobbling, "call me what pleases me."

"I. . . don't know, your girlfriend might be familiar with what pleases you, call her to fill yourself with all your needs, Jungkook."

His free hand swims back to your thighs gathering the hem of his plaid shirt around your thighs in his fist, heaving it up just above the waistband of your black thongs, bunching around your waist. "I know, but what if I'm bored with her, her presence, what if I want," he grabs your ass and pinches it, "this, right now", he rubs his lips against your ears, "what if I want every word from your lips."

His hands travel back between your plump thighs caressing your cotton-like skin, his gentle nuzzles are barely a caress, unleashing the beast you locked in you.

Drawing circles between your now damp thighs. Each seam of contact between your skin is nothing more than a hot melting wax on your skin, with just a mere touch it just not burns but bruises, a bruise you want to savor every second of your day, you want to earn from only him.

An unendurable yet satiating pressure pinching inside you, simmering, tingling, intimidating to burst. As you clench your thighs together, wriggling with urgency,"Kook, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt y--"

"You should have thought this before covering this body with my shirt", he leans, as he whispers, "before watching me jerking off", he presses his body against your back, meaning to remind you of your deeds, "stop calling me that, I warn you for the last time", he grabs your ass, "I'm throwing off two options in front of you", he presses his body hard this time, harder for you to ignore, "either daddy or sir, whichever works for you." Words puff out of his mouth laced with a warmish breath that ruffles your hair brushing against your skin.

Your eyes widen at the mere word daddy because you love to call him daddy when you touch yourself. The word sends waves of heat across your ass.

His fingers curl around your waist, touching your skin like it's sacred for him to touch, hooking into the waistband of your thongs but this time you give him what you craved for so long as you yank your butt tight against his thick erection. Your body instantly reacts to his body even though his starched pants failed to separate you two. Heating, pulsing, thumping desperately waiting to explode. You arch your spine, pressing your hips against his cock.

His left hand on your wrist atop your head snakes down your arms, unhurriedly, rising chill bumps to wherever he touches as he grabs your hips. Your flat palm on the door, warm and sweaty, you tightly close your fist, fingernails biting into your palms. You yank open, as your fingernails burry into the wooden door making a shrieking sound.

His mouth goes back to your ear, tracing it with his tongue, sailing down to your neck, teasing and kissing sensitive skin, rousing you with the rush of his heated breath, "told you millions of times before, this is probably the last, feed this in your head - there's nothing between me and Hana."

Tilting your head for him to earn his kisses on every inch of your neck, "your room smells like her", your eyes shut, as you murmur, unable to conceal the ache in your voice, "Probably she'd be on her way."

"She's getting engaged to Minjun next month, don't bring her name right now," he continues kissing and licking your sensitive skin below your lobe, his groans filling his room.

"Mhm"

"So what did you decide," he whispers and the next thing makes you moan as he bites your lobe.

"Kook... Fuck." You breathe heavily as he presses a kiss on the blade of your shoulder, "did you... Did you just say something?"

"Daddy or sir?" His warm breaths tingle your skin.

"Da-- daddy"

"Good girl", his commanding voice vibrates the air around you two.

"Koo--, Dadd--", you submissively shut your eyes biting your lips, he hums resting his chin on your shoulder, briefing you to continue, "Daddy, I-- I'm nervous", you whisper.

"Oh," he bites onto your shoulder blade, "you should be, princess", he kisses you.

Standing right behind you, body-to-body, his chest to your back, his hard dick pressing against your ass and you wish nothing more but to feel - skin-to-skin for his shirt is the only barrier separating you two. He unbuttons his shirt on your skin, motioning from south to north, from the last button around your waist, then the second last, in an unrushed motion. "Y/N", he whispers into your ear.

And you hum, eyes still shut, you don't want this to fade away it looks like nothing but a dream to you.

"Do you wanna know what am gonna do with you", barely the first three buttons left for him to unbutton.

"Ye-- Yes", you choke on your breath.

He halts his motion of unfastening the buttons, sliding his veiny tattoed hand inside your shirt with a thought to unhook your bra, but your bare breast makes him flinch, very unexpectedly.

"I'm gonna tear your pussy in half," his voice raging with heat, lust, and sin.

You groan, trying to hide it you hold your breaths.

"Breathe, princess. Breathe", he whispers into your ear and you do as he says, you take a deep audible breath that makes him rub his dick against your ass.

The next thing is unexplainable, you didn't expect him to do this... Just minutes ago you felt he was doing nothing but playing with you, his usual touching, kissing you on every exposed part that's in front of him, but this... His huge veiny tattoed hand sank into your thongs, Jesus Christ his cold fingers... Fuck his cold fingers slide over your warm clit pressing into your folds, "yesss", you moan shutting your eyes. Your fingers curl harder, messing up for you to stand on your toes.

Coating his cold fingers with your warm wetness as he pulls out his hand, "fucking wet, because of me jerking off?", moving it beneath your shirt, he grabs your soft nipples, between his fore and mid-finger concealing your bud with the wetness he just daubed his fingers into, "Jungkook, fuckkk."

His other hand grabs your throat, yanking your head back to his shoulder, "say daddy". All the while his mouth continues nipping your skin, biting below your lobe, and licking the bruises to calm the delicately sensitive spot beneath your ear.

"Daddy", an unholy grin on your lips, as if calling him daddy satiates you above par.

He's jarring his unseen dark side to your senses, briefing you with all the dark concealed secrets of him, stored in a box and locked, kept deep inside his soul.

"Do you wanna know why?"

"Yes",

He presses his hard groin against your ass, "say, yes daddy," he hisses.

"Ye-- Yes, Daddy", you mirror his words submissively, very unlawful of you.

"You did a great job princess, got selected, and made me proud, so you need to be rewarded and your desires to be satiated. So this is your reward, princess. A reward, I was hungrily waiting to leave on your body, mark on your skin, bury inside your soul and bruise your skin for you to relive every time you feel them on your skin."

"But Jungkook, I don't want to leave this place, leave you here", you are awfully sad about the fact that you won't get a sight of him, after leaving this place, but right now the unworldly lust, thirst, and hunger for him has taken you over from all the other-worldly reasons of you not being with him, only making you focus what you're getting right at this moment.

He hushes you, "be with me right here, right now, I'm not leaving you anytime soon, Princess." He kisses your shoulder, his words akin to your heart, and this time you not only feel the care in his words but a promise, an unbreakable promise.

He flattens your spine against him, his hand leaving your swollen nipple and sinking his hand under your thong slowly teasing you, working his veiny hands and expert fingers on your pretty little swollen pussy, you soak up your damn thongs, as he plays with your slit and teases your opening.

"soaking up your panties, princess", he groans against your hair.

The palm on your throat now feels warm on your skin, keeping your head tucked against his shoulder.

Playing with your dousing clit, you squirm abstractedly as you're bumbling to stand on your toes, his body and the door are the foremost help for your body. Noticing your struggle, he makes it arduous for you to lean onto him as he pushes two stiff yet cold fingers inside you.

Jesus, Your heart halts, vision blurs, knees gave out, and your lungs - cave in.

You have never felt more alive. You wonder if this is a really real heaven.

He's invading you, assaulting you, crashing into you with his heat, stroking you with his touch, his digits sinking through flesh and his thirst consuming your whole being.

The next what he does makes your senses active as he shoves your thongs to your thighs as soon as the cool air around you two hits your warm pussy drenched with all the wetness, he fingers you making you whimper, flooding his pink neon-lit room with your moans and heavy breaths. You ache to look into his beautiful eyes, and you see nothing but the wooden door in front of your lewd eyes, "Jungkook, please", you moan for release this time.

But your please halts his every motion, his breath as you feel his heavy chest paused at your mere please as if waiting to release it, and you know, you know if weakness had another name it would be, please for him at least. Not just right now, but whenever you want something from this guy you just need to utter please as whisperingly as you can.

Then he uncovers your barely covered body heeding to your please, shivers, quivers, shakes, trembles, flutters, you felt everything every fucking thing you ever read in books that made you feel all of the same, right now, Jungkook your best friend gave you every shiver, every quiver, every shock, every flutter by just uncovering your body, a yes sounded more like a moan, escapes through your lips giving him all the thumbs up he wanted right now from you.

He sank his hand back between your legs, teasing you, provoking you for you don't know what. Collecting every drop around his fingers as if he isn't in the mood to waste a dripping drop.

Quivering and naked, in front of your best friend - Jungkook!!! You always had your kind side, helpful heart, and been a friend you never have been to someone else - for him, you never reckoned this, but to be honest, you sure yearned for his touch however, this will come so soon to you is in itself a huge shock.

Throbbing heart or pussy or call it your heart is in your pussy right now, thumping dangerously. You grip the doorknob, staring out of the glass window, allowing the street light to pass through it as the light fills up and mixes with pink neon in his room beside the door. The room in neon sounds wild and looks romantic.

"Fuck, Is this real?" You moan, rocking your hips, riding the thurst of his now warm fingers inside you.

"Looks like a dream to me," he presses his body to let you know everything between you two is for real, "don't wanna wake up from this beautiful dream", he whispers into your ear, "do you?"

"Never, but the most beautiful thing is, this isn't a dream kook," you press hard on the doorknob mirroring his motions inside your pussy. His breaths are heady and savory and spicy to your skin as they burn your skin wherever they touch.

He surrounds you. Arms, hands, lips, and his masculine need, his every touch channels your every sense warning you about him everywhere all at once. Your body reacting to him as though you're made for his touch, for him, for Jungkook, your childhood best friend.

Everything he is doing, every kiss, every caress, is a long exhausting ride in the game of torturing, teasing, and seduction. Meanwhilst, you're craving for him to throw you onto his bed that smells of her, you between his fluffy bed and his warm body, and fuck you in every fucking position right away.

You try to hurry him along, but he ain't allowing it. He pins your hands when you touch his hard dick. Instantly smacking your ass as you ground against him. You want to kiss his lips which are right beside your ears, but he isn't going to give them to you, yet. Man won't let you turn around.

Making you filthy little whore for him, desperate to surrender to his will. So standing still, with holding onto the doorknob with dear life, your feet spread apart, and spine arching back at his pull, licking you, kissing you and torturing every inch square of your naked body.

Dropping your head back on his chest, the support of his arms around your body. He cups and knead your breasts and your breath turns heavier with his every kneading, you always wanted him to touch you perhaps this is awfully better than your visions. He pinches your nipples, outlines your breastbone, and strokes the curve of your neck, "they fit perfectly in mine", his hands fuck yes they are! He says seductively into your skin as you feel his words sinking into your skin.

His steely jaw bruises your temples, while he's resting his fingers on your throat and outlining your lips with his thumb. Your head lay back on him, neck stretching back and exposing the valley between your delicate breast as your mouth opens adjusting heavy breaths.

Whatever he is doing, you're basking at this moment, and whatever he wants to do to you you're happily inviting him. He's gliding his feather-light fingers across your cheeks, into your hairline, and around your throat, and back into your hairline he pauses "tell me how much you want this".

"As much as you,"

He yanks you back with his tight grip on your head, "what did you just say?"

"As much as you," you grin knowing what he wants to listen to however, pisssing him off is your game right now.

"You want daddy to play this game hard on you, no?"

"Da-- daddy", you choke on your spit this time, "as much as you want, Daddy", tears escaping from the corner of your eyes.

"Love these tears on your pretty face," he kisses the corner of your eyes, drinking away your tears.

The collar of his hand around your neck, bruising your skin, the only mark of him declaring that you're his. They ain't hurt you but soothe your skin, sliding over your mouth and cheeks again, and suddenly he yanks you back, as you're now backpedaling, he throws you onto his bed, holy shit as his look at his face expression dark with passion.

Climbing onto the bed, his eyes never leave yours. His tongue pokes inside his cheeks. Thirst dripping through his dark brown eyes and you wonder were they really this dark earlier. The bed dips with his weight on it.

Does sensuality, lewdness, lust, and love shifts the color, or is it just you mayhaps you never looked deeper into his eyes earlier, however, you doubt yourself because even in dreams you know every curve, every outline of not only his eyes but his face and now his body and his every other part.

He straddles your thighs. His erection, oh good lord, his erection right between your thighs, you feel like it's poking a hole through his gray sweatpants, that are soaked up with his precum.

You grin, mouth dries up as if that's what you want to quench your thirst.

He mirrors your eyes, as he looks at his soaked pant, leaning closer to your face he grabs your jaw, "what's so funny about it?"

You're still grinning, "you're all soaked up... I'm thinking about your punishment", you arch an eyebrow, "What could it be? What about girlfriend finds out her boyfriend filling his best frie--"

His grip tightens on your jaw, cocking head, leans to your face, and bites your bottom lip, "shut your fucking mouth, don't make me force my cock into your filthy mouth, is that understood?"

You nod.

He doesn't free his leaking cock nor look at it, his eyes voyage from your exposed wet swollen pussy to your eyes then travels back to your bullet-like nipples and back to your lips. He's currently eye fucking you, and you doubt if he is the same Jungkook who was horny like minutes ago. A shiver runs across your exposed body as the air around you suddenly feels icier than before, and his gaze is desirably hot.

His lips separate with the force of his heavy breaths, eyes drifting over you like a vast ocean, heavy and deep, sinking you in lewdness.

"You can't imagine, how many times I've imagined this past few years, you on my bed naked and beautiful, every time I saw you in that yellow dress of yours, I only controlled myself from not ripping it off and grabbing these precious breasts right away," your hands clench hard by just envisioning what he disclosed on the sheets below your body, he leans forward his hand travels from your waist to your breast pinching your nipples a little hard this time, "I wondered what they would feel like, taste like, how would they look with all the hickeys I wanna give, how pretty they'll look all red and bruised up, or how will they look between my teeth", he leans down taking your right nipple between his lips sucking it for few seconds before biting it to the point, to leave a mark, his mark on your nipple.

"Daddyy", your eyes tear up, arousal between your legs torturing you.

He looks right into your eyes, grinning "I love those tears, on your face, for me, get used to it Princess", his chin just above your breast, he continues, "I was envious of your exes, they touched you when I should have", he places a feather-light kiss on your nipple, unknowingly you moan as your thighs clench beneath him he notices but doesn't flinch a bit. "You're mine, princess."

"I've imagined you, too daddy." You finally blurt out, expecting a reaction from him but he gave none. Lifting your hand to reach for his hard length straining his gray pants.

He catches your wrist and lunges forward, his breath hits your skin, his chest hovering on yours and his voice hoarse, "if you touch me, it's all over. I'm barely hanging on." You chuckle, looking at him switching from daddy to your kook within a heartbeat.

His shaky breaths, but cold hand, traces the outer edge of your breast. His other hand traps in your hair as he leans, his eyes on your lips and yours on his, then he tastes your lips.

Gliding his tongue inside your mouth, voyaging every corner of your mouth and you let him, mirroring the motions of his filthy tongue, but you get nothing, but the flavor of his tongue is familiar, you recall while kissing him as he hunts down your tongue catching it and tangling it with his. You follow him, hands on his head, moaning into his mouth licking your taste from his.

The bed frame creeks as he kisses you deeper this time, pulling you closer, seeking you with his fingers, tongue, teeth, and breaths like you are nothing more than his oxygen, silently demanding you take everything he's giving you like you two have been waiting.

"Dang, you actually know how to kiss", you say breathlessly between your kiss, as he pulls back, "now I'm envious of your exes, who tasted you as I should have already."

He chuckles, and just the sound of his chuckle vibrates your body, lighting your body with the rush of love hidden behind your heart all these years.

He leans back grabs your tits and places another kiss, a soft kiss on your lips.

"You taste like strawberries, daddy" your words invite an evil-like grin on his lips.

"Now I taste like you", his words swarm your stomach with thousands of bees.

He places kisses right below your ear, taking a lungful of your cologne, then on your neck deeply breathing in your scent on your skin, your moans fill up his room, and your hands gently roam on his back to his shoulder, achingly wanting to feel his bare back and the other on his head pressing him into your skin. And suddenly, his kisses turn into licking and then biting on your soft skin, unconsciously you dig your nails into his covered shoulder, and your other hand pulls his hair, "daddy, fuckkk, Jungkook", you whine, at the awfully rousing pain, he just gave you. Your arousal drips out of your cunt, warm.

"I need you, Daddy." Tears flood your eyes, as the words tumble out of your quivering lips breathy and unbidden.

"you have me, princess" he softly says into your skin as you feel his warm breath hitting your neck.

He lowers his head and bites your nipple, you yelp, devoured with pain, shaking against unseeable manacles and heading nowhere.

He chuckles and bites again, pulling on the bud with his unholy teeth until it stretches out of shape.

When he moves to the next one, you hold your breath and shake your head clueing him up to not repeat his demonic act. A grin conceals his kindness, as his lips graze your nipple, torturing and his eyes find your eyes with so much need floating in his dark brown eyes.

"Breathe, princess."

The minute you do as he says, he sinks his teeth. You shriek in ache and agony as you buck your hips. You feel his teeth tearing into your sensitive skin, sucking on it harder and boiling your already heated body to the nuclear level.

"Daddy, sto--, stopp Jungkookie. Fuck", your voice shrieker and breathes heavier than before.

Rolling his tongue, he licks the ungodly, unearthly, unholy burn, his voice rasps, "you really want me to stop, Princess."

You shake your head, because you know this, you wanted this for so long and can't deny the fact only from him.

Tears flood your eyes, body achingly shivers. He leans closer to your face and bares his teeth, "say it, and I'll stop."

You suck on your bottom lip and look down on his covered chest, wishing nothing but to tug his t-shirt out of his body.

God forbid, it feels like he sliced your nipples off, but they're right whole on their position, huge, motherfucking hard and rose red. With no drop of blood, he knows what he's doing.

"Where's my little bratty princess from just minutes ago?"

"You bit my poor boobs!" you whine still in incurable pain.

"You just increased your punishment," his thumb rubs on your cheeks softly, "so, take that upon yourself, if I decide on going hard on you, is that understood?"

Jungkook slides off your thighs, to lie beside you, facing you, and kisses you passionately. The heat between your thighs, makes you squirm and the pain in your bruised nipples transports you back to his sinful deed.

The hand on your hair clenches tighter, and his lips stay with yours, each bite of his teeth and roll of his tongue drops an electric shiver to your tongue traveling down to your heated core, making your hands run between your thighs, as you start circling your clit drenched with cum before you go any further he grabs your wrist harder this time and you know it's going to bruise black and blue.

He yanks your hand, with his placing between your swollen lips, you moan into his mouth, and your moan vibrates in his chest. Your fingers grasping at his shoulder.

The station of his thumb stuns you, and your clit throbs against the fiendish pressure he rubs against it. He sinks one, then two fingers inside you, and you squirm against his hand, "Jesus, Jungkook", he loves to remind you, what you need to call him, as he does by pulling out his forefinger, and pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger, the second finger still inside your warmness.

"Fucking say my name again, say", his finger moving in and out.

"Daddy," you whisper but sounds like a whimper, your skin hot, sensitive, and bare beneath his sinister-like gaze.

"Good lord, you're so wet," he kisses your jawline, slowly placing butterfly kisses on your neck licking your skin softly to your breast as his lips graze above your nipples you jolt with shock noticing you shake, his heart-stopping grin laces his face beautifully, his fingers never rolling out your pussy.

Your hands slip down to reach for his tee. Daring to uncover him, and he didn't fight you this time. His fingers tickles, dancing over your skin, inching every corner of your skin. He leans closer to your lips sucking at your bottom lip, his breaths into your mouth, and you want him now, you want him more than you'd ever wanted anything in your life, more than every intake of oxygen.

He break away and you moan.

"Please, no daddy," your breath hitched, tears escaping your eyes and disappearing between your hairline, "please don't stop."

You fumble at the hem of his tee, clingingly desperate and wild to see him, but he calms your rushing fingers, taking your hand in his, he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles and guide your hand away. Your stomach turned upside down until you realize his grin.

He hushes you, "I'm going to make you mine."

"Make me yours", slipping your hands down to his erection, trying to stab a hole through his pants, "I want to see... You."

"Soon, princess", he says, kissing his way down to your belly, plucking away from your clingy grip, his fingers dancing around your skin.

Sucking your breath like the last drop of water as his fingers snake around your belly, unhurriedly slipping down your thighs, wittingly snubbing your swollen pussy, his mouth atop your wet pussy wilfully hitting his warm breaths on your hot skin, and your stomach twists with his wet kisses on your left thigh.

He leans closer to your pussy, watching the closeness of his mouth around your vagina your hands move into his hairline grabbing them, "I can smell you, princess. So wet." You moan, when his words slip out of his lips.

"Only for you, Daddy."

Your thighs are hot and clammy. You shake when his finger outlines the slit of your pussy, raising cold shivers across your body. Teasing your sweet pussy with nothing but his breaths, pressing his palms against your thighs, caressing and coaxing you wide for him to inhaling deep lungfuls of your wet.

"Swollen and all wet for me," he spreads you with his fingers. His hands caressing your skin, and yours nuzzling his hair.

Your tender pussy glistens with the pink neon lights and appears in all shades of pink.

Teasing you, like no one, running his thumb around your heated vagina, so gently, touching everywhere but your clit and your ragged breaths feeding him, boosting his lust.

"Daddy, please..." Your whisper.

"I always imagined your pussy, thought it was pretty but this in front of me is beautiful, princess."

"Jungko--... Daddy touch me."

He runs his tongue along your wetness giving your clit the faintest stroke. You shiver, and shock conceals your expression as your hands reach down and hold him to yourself.

And now he won't stop, he kisses you, sucking your wet dripping out as he's moving his tongue up and down, from side to side, in every direction every inch square of your swollen pink clit giving you jolts of currents that climbs your spine, and you arch. His tongue gives wet strokes until you're moving with him.

Jungkook's wet his finger and pushed one inside, but your tight pussy, clenches. You catch your breath. "Relax, princess", he whispers to soothe you. He looks up at you, your eyes are shut.

"Princess, look at me", you slowly open your eyes and met his breathtaking dark brown eyes. And you wish nothing but him to be yours.

"Just relax", he soothes you again, "enjoy this."

He works his fingers so slowly, teasing another inside, but you're so tight he couldn't push it in. He uses his mouth, tickling and sucking in a smooth rhythm until all the tension leaves you.

You begin to grind at his face, however, he continues at the same pace, keeping his moments steady enough for you to enjoy and for him to feel you taste your sweetest offering and the feel of your tender skin.

You crest without dramatics, your whispers, your gasps of breaths, your tensing muscles, and you could feel the tightness in your belly.

You twitch and arch your back, your feet curling and pressing against his back. He pauses and moves away.

Jungkook's hands are on his waistband, sliding his gray pants shaded with pre cum down his thighs.

Your eyes grow wide drowning in thirst to taste him, as you feel his huge cock against your skin. This is gonna be a painful ride.

"Are you on birth control?" He questions.

"No, why would I be?"

"But now you'll have to, princess."

"Yes, daddy," you teasingly innocently blink your eyes.

"Put your hands above your head, eyes on me."

You nod.

"Good girl",

You're nothing but a desperate little cunt for your best friend, wriggling, moaning, wobbling, squirming and aching for him.

A wild mess of hormones with pussy aching for his dick.

And it is heaven.

A demonic heaven, just yours and his.

You're his angel and he's your devil.

"Spread your legs. Daddy needs to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours, spread them," he slaps your thighs, opening your thighs wide for him you're bare to him, beautiful pussy glistening in wetness, you look into his eyes they sure are drowning in lust but there something more in those eyes.

"My submissive little princess, daddy needs to spank your drenching pussy with his hard dick, you have been nothing but an impious wilful brat",

You nod, his words make your eyes flood with tears.

"Take it like my princess."

Jungkook spanks your pussy with his hard dick, one two three and you lose count, as you can't recall the spanks you just received, shivers running across your skin, and breaths are just ragged with thirst.

His touches, his skin rubbing against your skin isn't new, feeling him deeper inside you is unusual.

And when your eyes are shut, he imperiously forces his cock inside your tight pussy. Your eyes are now wide open, "Fuck, daddy I can't take this", you shut your eyes at the pain, "kook,"

Jungkook takes his dick out, "eyes on me princess", he whispers, "calm down, relax princess. We can stop if you want me to, I can't see you like this." Without another word, he starts pulling out ever so slightly.

You look into his deep dark eyes, "No, I want you, I'm ready", you hold his wrist, stopping him before he pull out, you have hungrily waited for this.

"Are you sure? We have a lot of time for this I just need you to enjoy this moment, you get me?"

"Yes one hundred percent," you say with a nod.

He slowly, pushes his thick hard cock inside your hole, your dripping pussy clench around him, and you know your orgasm is near.

"Fuck, y/n relax, don't cum until I say, understood?"

You nod.

He pushes it at a slow pace, slowly in and slowly out. Reading your expression that is calmer than before. He increases his thrusts.

Jungkook presses himself against you, you feel him rub himself back and forth inside you teasing and pushing. It hurt for a moment, and you feel yourself open up. He leans to your neck, and his breath is quick and warm, "That's it, princess. You're taking it well."

You grab his shoulder, nails sinking into his skin.

He moves his hips and pushes against you again, and it hurt again, but then he stops.

You clench and wriggle around him, "Don't stop, Jungkook."

Tears won't stop escaping your eyes, "let me wipe away those precious tears off, for you to look into my eyes", he wipes away your tears and kisses your cheeks, "my princess."

Your pussy squeezes around him, with his words, "you are taking it so well, y/n", he groans, "I'm not finishing until you're red and puffy with pussy dripping out my cum."

You clench around him at the thought of his cum inside your pussy.

"You like the idea of your pussy filled up with my cum?" he murmurs with his breathy raspy voice.

His hips circle, small motions in and out, so gently, opening you up just to push deeper, and he stops again when you flinch.

"Fuck, Jungkook don't stop please, don't", you beg in your raspy voice.

You reach for him, pulling him close, letting him know how much you want him inside you.

"Take me," you breathe.

He kisses you on the lips and pushes. He pushes harder, and it hurts. He thrust again and again, deeper inside to feel you, it hurt but you want it so much, you don't want him to stop not now not ever, "YESSS".

"My princess..." you both are on the edge he can feel you clenching around him. You feel the warmth of his body against your bare skin, you are full of him, you feel him everywhere inside you.

You feel everything, clenching around him as he kisses your forehead. And it felt like heaven, your dream come true, Jungkook - on top of you was all you imagined every single night.

"Fuck," he hisses. "You feel so fucking amazing." He moves his hips and it feels whole inside, your heart filled with love, eyes flooded with his frame, your pussy with his hard dick, hard enough that you hold your breath, but you're so wet, you could hear it. You hear the noises as he slides in and out of your pussy.

You tightly wrap your legs around him and make yourself move, your sore body feeling incredibly weird and really intense but you're on cloud nine, euphoric.

Jungkook kisses your forehead sinking into you as you groan. You look up at him, his dark eyes burning with seductiveness. You gasp as he thrust in harder, but now you don't feel pain, his thick cock is adjusting inside your tight pussy, making your pussy his home, not painful enough like it had been, just him and you, heavy breaths and cock deeper inside you.

A beautifully slow rhythm that is making a home in your heart. He moves and you move with him. You feel him, feel him everywhere, and his everything - his breaths, his kisses, his heartbeats, his skin against yours, and his cock deeper in you.

You feel his breath on your lips, his eyes on yours, and the tension in his legs as he's pushing in and out of you. You feel so close to him, closer than you ever felt not even when you shared secrets that were meant to be buried inside your heart.

He kisses you like you're the only person, like his girlfriend, his lover, a real lover, like he wants you more than anyone else in this universe.

He tilts his hips and that's it. You suck in your breath and feel a flutter inside, and it aches a good pain until it didn't hurt at all.

He grunts and pushes hard, and the rhythm is faster than before. You hear his skin, slapping against yours, a delicious sound, and you can't stop squirming.

"I'm going to cum, princess", he whispers into your ears.

You nod, nod into his neck, pouring a wet kiss on his neck, letting him know that you're ready, his body shudders and jolts, slapping against yours. He hisses out his breath, shoving all the way in and you feel his heartbeat against your chest, and it's mirroring yours, faster.

One push and,

He shoots his come inside you.

You feel him, his warmth, his excitement. You feel the way he needs you, the way he loses control, the way he wants you, and everything between you two.

His breaths are heavy and his skin is hot and sweaty and the weight of his body pins you to bed. He is still inside you, feeling him makes you feel complete.

You are throbbing around him, and he too. You cum with him still inside you. The idea of him cum mixed with yours inside you, tingles you.

He kisses your lips and cheeks and your eyes - heavy with sleep.

He kisses all of you.

He slowly pulls out, carefully, covered with your cum mixed with his, dripping down his dick.

His hot cum starts to drip down your thighs mixed with yours and you're at the peak of vulnerability.

He picks up some wipes beside his bed, carefully wiping you off. You hold his wrist, "it's embarrassing kook, I can do this."

He hushes you, and he inches his body closer to you, tucking you and himself under the covers.

He keeps an arm around your belly as he lay beside you, kissing your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

"I love you, with everything I am, Y/N", he hugs you and drifts into sleep.

"Kook we need to talk", exhaustion weighs heavily on your eyes.

"Not until tomorrow, right now you need to sleep, y/n,"

"But",

"No buts and ifs, you want daddy to spank you, mhmm", he whispers, a grin plastered on his lips.

"Yes", you mirror his expression.

"I really can, but looking at you seems you're breathing sleep. Sleep, princess."

"Mhmm", you nod.

He tugs you under the blanket.

Waking up at the midnight, with his cold fingers on your bare skin, you look at the side of his bed only to find what time of the night you're suddenly awake. It's 3:30 in the morning, taking a deep breath that shakes your body a little, you try to go back into a deep sleep until you feel his thumb and forefinger drawing your attention to the motion on your abused nipple, pinching it between his tattoed fingers, turning your soft buds to sharp and hard bullets.

You both had an exhausting yet unquenchable night in the history of your life. Body - worn out, pussy - swollen, cock - squishy and limp. To satiate your hearts and soul, maybe this life isn't enough for you two your hunger, probably the next life and even the next of the next might not be enough to quench your thirst.

Your breath hitches, making him wobble, "Has he been doing this for hours." Even though he's in deep sleep, his fingers don't halt for a second. You wonder if you're going to be living with him, you'll have to get acquainted with this habit of his.

Sleep did wonders, and as of now, you're ready for another round with your daddy. You trace his tattoed fingers over your nipples and this time he pinches hard as you gasp for air. Heat oozing out of your pussy maybe summoning his name as you feel him hard against your ass.

Jungkook's warm and tingly breath touches your cold cheeks, giving you chill bumps while prickles run down your spine, reaching to your swollen yet abused pussy for taking him for hours is still thirsty for his unholy touch, for his biting mouth and venomous tongue and more of his filthy hard cock waiting for a quenchable fuck.

Sure you're still a bit drowsy but not enough to not invite another exhaustingly painful sex, with the man you have only loved for years. A roughly sleepy groan vibrates inside his chest, as his tattooed arm on your breast pulls you back against the warmth of his chest. He bites your ear, placing soft kisses down on your shoulder, "why are you still awake?" His hoarse voice sends chills across your skin.

"I just woke up, and now I can't sleep." You breathlessly answer him.

"Why?" He pulls you tight against him, taking a deep lungful scent from your hair, and making you feel every inch square of his body.

You turn around to face him, to look at his sleepy yet flawless face because what you're going to say next you need to drink him in, his cosmos of emotions, which he never lets out. "When you wake up tomorrow, I'll be already gone. So I was just savoring this moment of you being by my side, your warm breaths against my skin, your touch, your everything, Jungkook", you thumb caressing the scar on his cheek.

"How dare you think, that you'll stay there by yourself and breathe peacefully," he pulls you closer, pushing his leg between yours as he places a kiss on your forehead, "I won't let you breathe, princess. Like we always do." His words throw you back into the pool of love you both felt hours ago making your pussy clench at the mere image of being fucked by him for hours begging for release yet enjoying the denial.

"Are you coming with me?" You question his.

"I'll come but not before you come."

"Jungkook", you slap his arm softly, and a giggle slips out of your lips swollen with his hungry kisses.

"I love you, princess"

"I love you, daddy", paying heed to these unholy words from your lips makes him press his lips against your lips and this is only the beginning of another unquenchable round.

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run, hope, run! | jungkook x reader [01]

synopsis: painting daisies on your wall that separated your haven from the rest of the world was jungkook, the boy whose hands were delicate as the heart you once had - the boy you waited hundreds of mornings for by the dumpster in the back of his grandfather’s garage, all while yelling at him through the crack in his window for missing homeroom again.

the doe-eyed sweetheart you thought you’d spend countless spring afternoons with, but then seasons changed - and you’re scared he did too.

pairing: artist!jungkook x named!reader

genre: 40% angst, 40% fluff, 20% smut

theme: an entire plot out of the word, midsummer, which means,

n. a feast celebrated on the day of your 26th birthday, which marks the point at which your youth finally expires as a valid excuse—when you must begin harvesting your crops, even if they’ve barely taken root—and the point at which the days will begin to feel shorter as they pass, until even the pollen in the air reminds you of the coming snow © thoughtcatalog

warnings: bittersweet memories of a childhood through flashbacks, teenage angst, what it feels like being in the friend zone, graphic descriptions of a crime (jk yn were witnesses as children), tiger parenting (let’s not tolerate this), and lastly, smut

status: ONGOING

word count: 3.7k

song recs: little league - conan gray | worlds apart - wallows | your eyes tell - bts | still with you - jungkook

taglist: @awseokjin @chimmy_licious @landl7xoxo @aalz @quechulitaaa @whoa-jo let me know if you wish to be added!

[00] [01] [02] [03]... and so on?

Eight years ago. October 31st, 4:05 PM

[jung]: are we really doing this?

[jeon]: yes, you know why we should

[jung]: what about grandpa?

[jung]: what if cherry doesn’t come back??

[jeon]: you worry too much, i got it, ok? :)

[jung]: uh, okay, so i’ll see you at the dock then

[jeon]: let me just finish this, see you, jung.

[jung]: i’ll wait for you

Present day. 9:15 AM

“And why aren’t you downstairs yet?”

You kick off the comforter enough for your face to be seen. Instantly, you are blinded by the sunlight from across the room. You have to remind yourself to rearrange the bedroom when you get home.

When will that be, anyway?

“Should we really leave this early? It’s not like we’re even part of the main guestlist..” you question, finally sitting up to roll your hair into a bun, then reach for your clamp at the foot of the bed with your free hand.

You notice how it’s unusually quiet. This isn’t a normal Saturday morning in the neighborhood, especially at the residence. Your roommate is patiently waiting next to you, standing with her arms crossed.

Clearly, she’s getting pissed. You’re supposed to be at the lobby by exactly 9 o’clock in the morning, and it’s been fifteen minutes since she made the first unanswered call.

You can’t even remember where you put your phone last night. The thought of leaving for vacation somehow felt overwhelming, to the point where you needed to drink it away, the very night before the scheduled trip.

Celine can’t blame you, though. How could she, when the said vacation is a result of your embarrassing loss to an Uno game over a week ago.

And the agreed destination is none other than Springfield.

The small town you were born and raised in.

The place you left—and nearly forgot, until you saw it on the news on the night of the game between you and the housemates.

‘Springfield Art Festival commences this Friday, March 22, and for the first time in its history, the small town is opening FREE access tickets to all events—a gesture Mayor Lee is returning to the public who have been nothing but supportive of Springfield’s consistent growth in terms of—”

“Damn, what growth is he even talking about..”

“Seriously, Hope, if you don’t start moving I’m leaving without you. There’s no way you’re getting any chance at a good bus seat, let alone a ticket. All trips via train have been booked too.”

You’re running to the bathroom before Celine says another word, and was able to even catch your towel mid-air when she decided to throw it at you.

Shower thoughts and a nearly empty body wash bottle are your worst enemies, but you have no other options right now.

To start with, Jeon. It actually feels weird that he’s crossing your mind now, of all days. This is why you try your best to avoid talking or seeing anything related to Springfield. Everything about it reminds you of him.

Oh boy. You can’t be thinking about him in the shower. What are you, 18?

Eight years ago. That’s how long you haven’t seen that boy. Jeon Jungkook. Isn’t it strange how one second, you knew all about him—next thing you know, there’s nothing that you remember?

Maybe that’s not the case. Maybe, you’ve just spent too much time away that you don’t even recall his birthday.

What an idiot, Hope. You were born on the same day.

“Hope, should I ask my nail tech to come by so I can get my extensions fixed? How long do you plan on doing your ‘routine’ there, anyway? You do know it’s been eight years since, and there’s a chance Jeon doesn’t remember what you look like, right? It’s not like he’d even care if you haven’t gone back to your monthly facial treatment—”

SLAM.

“Will you shut that filthy mouth of yours now?”

Isn’t it funny how eight years ago, you had the most introverted best friend, with a humor only you tolerated, and now you got this rambunctious, red-haired lady, who believes in the power of your birth chart?

Sometimes, it’s hard to simply thank her for accidentally picking you up at the terminal when you arrived, lost and utterly exhausted after a rough 5-mile walk, and a 5-hour train ride. Or the fact that despite her mistake, she still offered to give you a ride to a nearby hotel.

You were eighteen, barely out of high school, with no concrete plan—just a gigantic luggage, a duffel bag, and a loaded backpack with you. Not to mention the emotional baggage you had to carry along.

At this point, giving Celine a hug is already considered an act of showing gratitude. You mean well, you always have.

Maybe this trip shouldn’t be treated as a punishment over a silly little game.

What if this is what is meant for you, after all these years?

“Who thinks of a boat ride as an escape? Did Jeon think he was in a movie or something?”

When you are a teenager with raging hormones, and complicated emotions; you tend to romanticize every little thing you do. There’s satisfaction in living in a fantasy you decided to create for yourself.

Since you were a child, you escaped reality through art—and not just any art. In addition to Jungkook’s craft as a color prodigy, as his grandpa would call him, his creative mind was your solace.

He let you navigate within the walls he built around his existence. With his artworks spread throughout his grandparents’ home, to his very own mini gallery inside the school library, you were a regular—almost its caretaker.

So when he lazily told you his plan over the phone, of the boat ride to the train station, you paid no mind to the atrocity of the idea itself. You didn’t even consider the stuff you had to bring with you.

From your metaphorical getaway to run from your sick reality for a while, to an actual escape leaving everything behind but him, you didn’t take a moment to reevaluate.

To realize what you were unconsciously asking him to sacrifice for you.

“I asked him to run away with me, I didn’t think he’d say yes. That kid always thought life was colorful.. I guess I couldn’t blame him for thinking a boat ride was better than just asking Jimin to drive us there since it’s in the middle of the night.”

Celine pulls over at your first pit stop. Seatbelts off, you let out a heavy sigh at the thought of another old friend.

“Funny how I think if Jimin actually drove you, then I wouldn’t have picked you up… wrongfully,” she says, casually zipping her bag open to take two cans of instant cold brew.

“Oh my god, you’re right!” you exclaim, putting it into perspective. If you were able to leave Springfield the only correct way, then you would’ve arrived on time.

You wouldn’t have met Celine, or any of the housemates, also known as her family whom she preferred to call ‘housemates’ as a clear separation. Her family is Springfield for you.

“Speaking of Jimin, you were just emailing him, right? How’s he? Did you tell him we’re coming?” she asks, nose scrunched up after the first sip of coffee.

You shake your head, “I can’t. He’s a blabbermouth. Likes to announce things for no reason.”

“To spite you. That’s a good reason. I mean, you cooked that stupid plan with Jeon and decided to leave Jimin out of it when he’s the one with all the resources. You underestimated the dude.”

You frown, quick to defend yourself. “You’re siding with him.. And what do you mean we left him out, he’s the first one I told about it! Heck, we lived in the same house for years, he knew how sick I got of the town.”

“You sound like my mom, jeez. Have some donuts here.”

Silence fills the air as you choose to eat the frustrations away. Somehow, Celine’s right. You had the option to leave not Jimin, but Jungkook out of that plan. If you were not prideful enough, you could’ve asked the Parks for help.

Jungkook didn’t have to suffer along with you.

If he ever did suffer, that is. Eight years is a long time for a boy like Jeon Jungkook to linger on baggage from his late teens. He’s too optimistic for that.

“He did stay in Springfield, all of them did,” you say, as matter-of-factly. “Only I kicked myself out, when no one wanted me there anymore.”

Celine knows you too well to not notice how the closer you’re getting to your hometown, the farther you’re leaving from yourself.

But honestly speaking, which version of yourself is the real one?

Is it the person you have become over the last eight years, or the 18-year old version of you still unknowingly, and irreparably broken from a past that was never your fault in the first place?

7:10 PM

[unknown]: celine shared her location

[unknown]: see you, i guess?

[you]: who are you

[unknown]: too lazy to email, it’s hectic out here you know?!

[you]: park?

[unknown]: this is what happens when you switch best friends

[you]: don’t tell anyone, especially HIM!

[unknown]: who lol jeon jungkook, we don’t know him ;)

[you]: ok maybe tell jurin!!

[minnie]: yup, told her, we’ll be at lucia’s

“You got a knife right in front of me, how unimpressive.”

Celine smirks, turning around to hide her villainous streak. You roll your eyes, deciding better to focus on hauling your stuff out of the compartment.

You try to ignore the ache on your back you garnered from sitting for ten hours straight. If a plane ticket isn’t difficult to book, you could’ve chosen the extremely better choice.

The last thing you wanted was to get stuck on the road for hours during festival season.

“Tell them, traffic is horrible, “ you tell her. Celine looks up at you from her phone screen, “Why so? Would they be upset that we came late?”

You nod, “Yes and no. You just said Jimin had the resources. He could’ve asked for a private plane for us.”

“Eh? He’s that rich?”

“I thought you Googled him enough..”

“I.. I did! But a private fucking plane? Do they have their own hangar and runway at home?”

“The airport is quite close, but yeah, Hope’s right. I told them you took the road because you had to drop something by the next town over.”

An oddly familiar voice caught you by surprise. Both you and Celine halt in your steps.

“This can’t be…”

“Welcome back, Hope.”

“Park Jimin..” you mutter under your breath. Celine, just as in shock as you are, has her words hung in her throat. You almost forgot your roommate’s big girl crush on your old friend.

“Hello, Celine. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”

Jimin and politeness don’t fit in the same sentence. They never have. Yet he’s right there standing across from you, a hand in his pocket, the other extended out for a handshake.

The smile plastered on his face is eerily bright, so as his skin in the dimly lit entrance of Lucia’s, his family-owned hotel restaurant.

What a weird start to this dreaded trip, you think to yourself.

Celine recovers, and happily accepts his hand. The girl fails to hide the blush on her cheeks, and you just know her knees are shaking from the proximity.

Jimin used to be charming. Well, you can’t lie, he’s a million times more charming now. You give him a do-over and notice a 360 fashion-wise.

He was a sporty little kid, then a teenage rockstar. Now, he’s like the guys you see in a Zara ad. White knitted sweater, loosely tucked-in his black trousers. And how can you miss out on the white Gucci sneakers?

“Where’s the leather, Park?”

You can’t forgive yourself for saying that out loud, but the reaction he gives you is enough to tell you that he’s still the Minnie your mom used to nanny, and the same boy you practically grew up with along with Jungkook.

“People change, Miss Jung. Get over it.”

You appreciate the extra sass in his tone, and while Celine is officially unreachable after being absorbed by the man’s presence, you take a minute to look around.

Always living up to its reputation, this little town.

The foot traffic is pretty intense from a distance. You’re thankful Lucia’s Hotel seems to have been exempted in holding any free-for-all event, as you can easily count the people hanging around outside.

From where the hotel stood, you have the perfect view of the city, meant for tourists who certainly have no clue whatsoever on what goes on in such a picture-perfect town.

You didn’t condition yourself to feel this way about Springfield, but is indifference really the opposite of love?

And as Jimin guides you inside the hotel lobby to where his family is gathered, you have a thousand different thoughts crowding your mind at once. It’s hard to concentrate on one, yet one thing they have in common is that you’re aimlessly searching for someone in every face you meet on the way.

You recount the Springfield Art Festivals you celebrated with Jungkook, and Lucia’s Hotel was never on his must-see list. You had it, though. Only because you and your mom owed your life to the people who built this place, and basically seventy-percent of the town.

It’s them, and Jungkook—the answer to why you came back. And why you left in the first place.

Ten years ago

“Mom is not gonna make it out alive. I can’t get her to stop working, but she needs rest. That’s what Parks’ doctor told me.”

Jungkook paused on mixing his chosen paint colors. “What about finding her a specialist? I’m sure Mrs. Park knows someone who can recommend the best in the field.”

“Are you joking? How can we afford that, huh.”

“She’s an employee? Of course she has a health card, right?”

“She thinks she’s immortal. And I’m a minor, so I can't sign the papers on her behalf. She needs to consent to every checkup. I’m running out of options here, Jeon.”

With every careful swipe of his brush on the canvas, Jungkook was silently formulating a plan for you. It’s the limit of what he could do, other than considering selling his paintings to gather money and offer you a hundred percent of it.

Which you will surely hate him for doing, so he must think it through.

He tried to ask you what you were planning to do, as he knew you didn’t come to him for advice. But a suggestion wouldn’t hurt anyone, and when it came to him, you were always appreciative.

You could only give him a shrug, and that’s it.

No plans.

Your pride was through the roof, that’s true. And even though Jungkook was fully aware, he couldn’t help but consult the matter with Jimin the next day.

“That’s a reach, don’t you think? We can’t do it all for her. She’ll hate us for it,” Jimin said, tossing Jungkook the basketball he only ever touched if the boy was the one asking him to play.

“She’ll hate me?” Jungkook asked, the thought causing a lump in his throat to form.

“Probably not you. Well, knowing Hope… She’ll hate herself for losing her mom, and hate herself even more if we provide her a shortcut to resolve her problem.”

“She’s so stubborn, ah, can we just sit down?”

“You’re no fun sometimes, Jeon.”

“Thanks? But what should we do now..”

“Maybe I’ll try talking to her mom? Convince her to do a checkup?”

“You’ll do that? And me?”

Jimin sighed, “Hmm, start waking up early, exercise, be a good best friend to her. I don’t know. Act normal? She’s quick-witted, she’ll know we have some sort of plan behind her back.”

“What? Are you saying I’m not a good—”

“Come on, Jeon. She loves you to death. I just think it’s best if you stay out of it, she can hate me, but she can’t hate you.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Only you can save her, Jungkook.”

Present day. 10:00 PM

[jimin]: is she asleep now?

[celine]: yeah, thanks jimin <3 have a good night, see you tomorrow

[celine]: and by the way, jungkook…

how different is he now? I remember what your sister said

[jimin]: he stopped painting, the rest is for hope to figure out, though i think it’s better for her not to talk to him if she’s not ready

Celine lets her body fall flat on the bed, eyes on the ceiling. She didn’t want to think of this as a bad idea when she agreed to it as a punishment over losing an Uno match.

Yet as she recounted the conversations exchanged during the dinner, until the drinks were served after, and the shift in Hope’s demeanor at every mention of Jungkook’s name;

She badly wanted to drive her back home.

This is the first night of Hope’s return to Springfield, the first out of sixty days, and Celine is regretting every little and big decision she made that led her to this moment.

Although, the silly thing is, her crush might be an excuse to stay. Or Hope’s silent deterimination? I mean, she seems headstrong, maybe she’s truly, honestly alright with this?

[jimin]: stop overthinking, celine, we’ll be here for her

[celine]: right right, sorry

[celine]: i should go shower, thanks again

[jimin]: haha go you stink, i was right, you’re prettier than the pictures

[celine]: what pictures?!?!?!?!

[jimin]: LOL hope emailed me a few, i’ll show you tomorrow

Celine groans loud enough for you to stir in your sleep, she panics, cautiously steps away from the bed as possible as she makes her way to the bathroom.

Hours went by pretty fast, and you woke up by an alarm you forgot to shut off. Luckily, there’s a coffee nook in the presidential suite you were given by Jimin’s mom at Lucia’s, and you find yourself silently enjoying the midnight air on the balcony.

You take out your phone to look at the pictures taken earlier, and a tight feeling of happiness grows within your chest, something you never expected before you came.

While it’s true that you used to love hearing your mom call the Parks your second family, there were a number of occasions where it was hard to feel at home around them.

And it wasn’t due to their moral upstanding. They’ve always been good, decent people, behind the glorified remarks told about them on paper, and in gossip on the streets.

It was more of a hidden, childish feeling of jealousy over how they never had to deal with such extremity to be able to live a life like you did.

You were in kindergarten when Mrs. Park met your mom at the supermarket where she worked as cashier.

Back then, you lived from paycheck to paycheck, and while it was only you and your mom she had to feed, she was in so much debt after a messy divorce with your dad.

Mrs. Park always remembered that day as a divine intervention, witnessing a mother like her to experience life completely the opposite way.

You sat in one of the push carts, playing with a stack of cassette tapes. The store manager seemingly upset by the situation, but was unable to offer any other help than let your mom tag you along at work.

Mrs. Park knew you were your mom’s kid the second you glanced at her. She said you reminded her of her childhood self she hid from everyone. To say she was humbled by what she saw was an insult, yet she had almost forgotten who she was before.

Even though she was lucky enough to be married to a rich family despite her status as a simple, educated college professor, people deemed her differently.

She worked hard, took care of her son and her husband, made sure the 2000-acre home was managed in the best way possible—yet the only thing acknowledged was her title.

It was sickening to see it occur outside the hundred-year old mansion she lived in, if not worse. How unfair it must be to suffer to live, and not be acknowledged at the same time?

She hired your mom on the spot, initially perceived by her peers as a play-pretend. People like them have to show up kind and empathic, but Mrs. Park has always been one herself.

Allowing both of you the entire guest house to yourself as your mom worked as house manager, on the other hand, was your mom’s own divine intervention.

They saved each other somehow.

It feels good to feel the same way about them after everything. None of them asked why you left, or insisted on making you stay for good.

They simply enjoyed having you again, hearing what you have accomplished after eight years.

You grip on the balustrade, your free hand still on your phone where a picture of you and Jimin is shown. There’s a small space on your side as seen in the photo, the framing a bit misplaced when Celine took it.

When you were here back then, there were always three people in pictures like this.

You, the one with the long black hair and resting bitch face, Jimin, with the hand poses and cheerful expressions, and Jungkook… with the usual awkward, but sweet smile.

As much as you don’t want to imagine what he could possibly be doing at this time of the night, you can’t help but feel it.

Springfield is nothing without him. It’s been beyond exhausting to close the door you left behind, with him still waiting on the other side of it.

God, you miss the boy. The place, the memories. You miss it despite the belongingness you struggled to feel then. Even with the isolation, and dissociation, you miss the boy who painted your young life in colors you refused to see.

You miss him, you miss your mom, the 18-year old Hope—why did you have to lose all of them in exchange for freedom?

Why did you have to leave them behind in order for you to grow?

“And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness?” —-c.b.

a/n: i'm thinking of doing this a series? i suck at the twoshot idea i think loool and i just miss the tannies so much lately, i have to include them all in the storyline somehow. what do you think? i'm ready for your lovely messages x

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dazedbypark · 2 months

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be my mistake | jjk

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader

Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst

Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.

Song Companions :

Be My Mistake by The 1975

Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.

Word Count : 1.6k

Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.

Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.

Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.

The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.

You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?

It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.

All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.

The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.

The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?

But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.

Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.

"Y/n?"

Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.

As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.

After everything, he still sought after you.

But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.

You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.

"J-Jungkook?"

There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.

Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.

Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.

"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.

He sighed in response.

The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.

"Come here, Y/n."

In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.

You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."

"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.

"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.

It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.

The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.

But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.

"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.

Your stupid, messy feelings.

Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.

"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."

"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.

"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.

"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."

There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.

"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.

"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.

Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.

The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.

"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.

You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?

"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."

"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."

It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.

"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."

There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.

He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.

That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.

"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.

You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.

"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.

He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.

And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.

The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Her | First Kiss

bestfriend!jungkook, tattooartist!jungkook, F2L, fluff, smut

Word Count - 4k

Jungkook is in love with you and you’re starting to like it. Warnings: swearing, drug use (edibles), oc and jk are higher than the moon

MINISERIES COLLECTION

“Oh my god… I am obsessed! You’re amazing, thank you so much!” You gush, still staring at the dainty tattoo that decorates your ribcage in the mirror. Ballet slippers, since ballet has been your life and soul since you were five years old.

Your best friend Jungkook is a phenomenal tattoo artist, all his work is beautiful, unique, completely unlike any other artist you’ve seen on Instagram. While it may have taken him two years to convince you to let him be the one to do your first tattoo, you’re so glad he did. The fact your best friend is the one who permanently inked your body only makes it more special and meaningful.

“Gotta say I’m impressed with you, thought you was gonna be squeamish but you sat really well.” Pride oozes from Kook’s tone as he wipes down his work station, sanitising everything and putting bits and pieces back in their usual space. “Perfect client.”

“I’m sure you say that to all your clients.” You chuckle, pulling down his hoodie that he’s donated to you for the evening since your clothes are soaking wet from the rain.

At this he winks, snapping his fingers and pointing at you, “Only the really pretty ones.”

It’s a little after nine when Jungkook locks up his studio and the two of you head upstairs to his apartment. Things between you have been a little awkward since he drunkenly confessed he has feelings for you on a camping trip last week.

You didn’t believe him at the time of his intoxicated babbling but that changed the second he kissed you. It was sweet, moving, gentle even – everything you wouldn’t expect from a tall, muscular, heavily tattooed burly man. At first you were taken aback by the boldness of his statement, shocked, in disbelief that someone like him would ever have interest in somebody like you. But now you’re warming to the idea of your best friend maybe being more than that one day. Maybe.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” He asks, slipping his boots off at his front door leading you to do the same.

Jungkook’s apartment is the closest thing you have to home. Currently you’re staying with your parents after another failed relationship, it’s nice there, your parents are good people. But for you materialistic things don’t matter as much as sentimental ones. Your parents a rich, giving that your father is a lawyer and your mother a private plastic surgeon. They make money, they save money, they spend money, they flaunt their money. Jungkook isn’t like that, while his business is doing really well he doesn’t care about the fancier things in life either.

Pictures of the two of you throughout the years are hung up in his hallway and rooms. From preschool to prom night, Kook’s first Taekwondo tournament, your first ballet show, drunken college party photos, you name it it’s framed and hung up in his home. To an outsider you probably look like a couple and the fact of the matter is most people think you are, giving your close relationship.

Kook is very sentimental, he’s an emotional hoarder, keeping and displaying each and every one of his most cherished memories throughout his apartment. It just so happens that most of them were shared with you. In fifth grade you made him a friendship bracelet with neon pink and orange beads – it’s completely hideous, yet he’s worn it every day since.

You slump onto his red stained fabric sofa, mindlessly throwing your legs over his lap when he sits down next to you. At this he smiles, loosely draping his heavy arm over your calves and holding your knee while reaching for the remote with the other hand.

“Netflix and chill?” You chuckle mostly to yourself.

Recently it’s dawned on you just how attractive your best friend is. At the age of thirty he doesn’t look a day over twenty five, his skin is flawless, glowing and tanned. His eyes are large and on his face, so soft and animatedly kind. Completely contrasting against the harshness of his sharp jawline, his pierced lips and eyebrow, his overall ‘bad boy’ aesthetic that he hides behind. In reality he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever known. Any girl would be lucky to call Jungkook theirs, and a few have over the years but at this moment in time he’s very much single. As are you.

“You know Netflix and chill is code for sex right? You basically just asked me to fuck you in millennial terms.” His brow quirks, gaze never leaving the selection of movies on the tv he’s currently working through.

“Is that so?” You hum, cocking your head to one side. Would you fuck Jungkook? He’s your best friend... it would be weird, right? He does look good tonight though. To be honest he looks good every night.

To this Kook laughs, the sound chesty and genuine and paired perfectly with a toothy smile, “Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, we’re not that old. You knew that surely.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” You shrug unphased. “Guess you’ll never know.”

He turns to face you, mouth agape and thick brows furrowed, “What are you doing? You’re acting strange. Are you high? Don’t tell me I’ve just tattooed you while you’re stoned.”

You’re giggling, which doesn’t help your defence, “Don’t worry I’m not high, I haven’t got high since… Well whenever we last smoked together years ago.” You admit with a closed smile.

The truth is you just don’t know how to act around him now, do you flirt with him? You want to. For the first time in your life his presence makes you nervous, you’re hyperaware of his touch, his smile, his handsomeness. It’s a new feeling for sure, but you don’t push it away by any means.

Back in college you and Jungkook used to get high all the time, to the point where you were practically certified stoners. It was fun. The giggles, the munchies, the memories. How sometimes you’d both wake up in clothes from the day before with no recollection of the night before other than the takeout boxes scattered on his bedroom floor. It was a way to blow off steam and relax, but as soon as the theatre company you toured with for ballet started doing drug tests it all stopped. At least for you anyway, as far as you know Kook is still partial to the occasional joint.

Jungkook smirks, tapping the television remote on your thigh, “Well I do have some edibles in the kitchen… If you fancy it?”

You snort, kicking your head back with light laughter, “I think I’m too old for that shit now Jungkookie… It’s been such a long time I’d probably have a bad time.”

“Too old?!” He slaps the remote to your leg, earning you to jump, “No such thing as too old, but if you’re nervous it’s okay we don’t have to. I’ll save them for when Yoongi is next over. Sooo do you wanna order takeout? That Chinese place across the street is pretty good.”

But the idea of getting stoned with Jungkook is the whizzing round the walls of your brain. You used to have so much fun with him whenever you smoked in college. And now that you’re your own boss… There’s no drug tests to be scared of. It has been a long time though, but you know that Kook will take good care of you. You trust him. You love him. You’re struggling to come up with a reason not to have some fun at this point.

“How strong are the edibles…?” You chew your lip nervously, not missing the way your best friend grins at your question.

“Strong.” He confirms with a nod. “But we could half one?”

“So if I say I’m interested… You’ll take care of me, right? If I get paranoid.”

Jungkook gently pushes your legs off him, throwing a strong arm over your shoulders when he scoots closer, “I’ll always take care of you princess. We don’t have to, don’t think I’m forcing you.”

“I want to.” You reassure him, nuzzling your head to his strong shoulder. He’s called you princess many times before but this is the first time it’s ever made you blush. He smells like lavender, the same scent he’s carried with him since he was three years old. “It’ll be fun… We haven’t done anything crazy in a while.”

At this Kook snorts, slapping your thigh twice with his large inked hand, “Last week I told you I love you and we made out, today you finally let me tattoo you… I’d say that’s pretty crazy for us.” He winks, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“We did not make out.” You’re laughing when you deflect from the obvious elephant in the room, repeating his movements and hitting his obscenely thick thigh twice. At age thirty you can clearly recognise the childlike flirtatiousness of this scenario, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s light. It’s fun. It’s comfortable. And it’s exciting to see him act like this around you so unapologetically. “We kissed that’s all.”

“That’s all?!” He stands to his feet, outraged, hand clutching his chest in feigned offence. “I’m a great kisser Y/N you should count yourself lucky! I’m the best kiss of your life for sure.”

You visibly ponder, making a tsk sound between your teeth which does nothing but jokingly infuriate your best friend. His chest heaves with dramatic breaths under his black form fitting t shirt, worn with matching skinny jeans of the same colour.

“Oh fuck off and get over here,” He pulls you up to stand with him with wide eyes and a firm grip, ignoring your fit of giggles. “Do I have to kiss you again to remind you?”

“So you admit it! It was just a kiss and we didn’t make out.” You say with a quirked brow, ignoring the butterflies deep in your tummy at the way his warm hold on your wrists never falters.

Jungkook tongues his cheek with raised eyebrows, “Okay fine. It was a kiss. But if you wanna kiss me again all you have to do is ask instead of making up this crazy theory that I’m not the best kisser in the whole wide world.”

“You’re funny when you try and flirt with me…” You shake off his hands when you shimmy down the hall and into his kitchen. “I think I like it.” You whisper, gnawing your lower lip to stifle a huge smile.

To your surprise Jungkook is right behind you and hears every word, matching your dumb grin. He’s leaning against the countertop when you begin searching for the edibles in question, arms folded over his chest. “Top shelf in the cans cupboard.” He tilts his chin in the right direction, “So you like it when I flirt with you hm? Since when?”

“Still figuring that out.” You hum, willing away the embarrassment when you’re climbing onto the unit, reaching for the obvious tupperware box that contains the special brownies and looks every part of suspicious. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Kookie. So are we gonna half one of these?”

He chuckles, helping you down from the countertop when you struggle to find the ground beneath your socks. His arms are planted firmly on your hips when he lowers you to the floor from behind, and they stay there. “You sure you wanna do this?”

“We’re only getting high, it’s not like we’re getting married.”

Unbeknownst to you Kook smiles behind you, inhaling the familiar scent of your coconut shampoo when his grip instinctively tightens. “Not yet.”

By eleven pm you’re as high as the moon in the sky, as is Jungkook. You’re laid out on his living room rug which feels amazing against the exposed skin of your legs. Kook very kindly gave you a pair of gym shorts and a baggy t shirt to wear when you complained you were too hot in his hoodie. You’re giggling to yourself over something he said forty minutes ago, the faint sound of pop music staining the atmosphere.

“But what if people didn’t have hair lines? How would that look?” You ask, brows furrowed in concentration as you stare at the ceiling.

He snorts in return, “Then they’d be bald.”

“Not necessarily... They could have hair growing out of their face, with no specific hairline just a full face of hair. Do you know what I mean?”

Jungkook laughs loudly, nose crinkled and teary eyed, “What?! What are you even saying right now? Like the back of their head... On the front of their face?”

You snap your finger excitedly when you nod, voice low, “Yes. That’s exactly what I was going for. If you had hair on your face would you grow it or shave it?”

“I mean... I do have hair on my face.” Kook gasps, his mouth hanging open in a silent ‘o’, the realisation hitting him harder than the edible you halved. “Yknow... facial hair.”

“Holy shit... you’re right.” You swallow, flabbergasted at this new piece of information. You’re so fucking high that Kook’s living room smells heavy. Yeah, you’re that high. “Okay but what if... Your actual hair on your head was on your face.”

“It is isn’t it...?”

“What?! No no, so like... what if your hair,” You add some weight to your words when you reach over and tug his raven locks from his scalp. “Like this hair here, was on your face.”

“Okay...ow.” He whines, battling your hand away with a frown. “But it is on my face? It’s a part of my face. It’s on my passport photo which is face only.” He hums with pride, clearly amused with himself.

“It’s not.” You groan. While what you’re trying to say makes complete sense to you in this moment, your best friend is still none the wiser. “Your hair is on your head.”

“And my face is a part of my head.”

A dramatic sigh escapes you, “Do you have any idea what I’m getting at here? Like if that hair was on your face. Not your head.”

He snorts, “None whatsoever. It is on my face Y/N, my face is a part of my head. How high are you right now?”

“Fuck off then, I know what I mean you’re just being dumb.” You giggle, closing your eyes defeatedly.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” Jungkook chuckles next to you, he’s been ogling his own hand tattoos for a while now which could be why you were laughing not so long ago. If you’re being honest you can’t quite remember the reason now. “I forgot how fun you are when you’re stoned.”

“Hey I’m always fun.” You hum, smiling to yourself.

He nods, though his gaze is still firmly fixed to his right hand that’s up in the air, “Yeah that’s true… Especially when we’re making out.” His brows wiggle when he finally rolls over to look at you, the biggest yet laziest grin tugging the corners of his lips. His eyes are hooded and stained pink but you still get lost in them for a moment.

“For the last time we didn’t make out, we’ve never made out in the twenty seven years I’ve known you.” You snort, hands gripping and feeling the dark fluffy rug you’re laid on.

“Well do you wanna?”

Even in this state your eyes manage to widen, albeit very slightly when you turn on your side to face him. You stare at him cautiously. Is he joking? He must be joking. Although you kind of hope he’s not.

It’s funny how you’ve known him your entire life and yet you’ve only recently noticed some things about him. The way his doe-eyes sparkle before he smiles, the cute beauty mark that sits just beneath his pierced lip, how his nose scrunches when he laughs. He’s breath taking.

“...Kinda.” You admit with a smirk.

“Really?!” He sits up faster than someone in his condition should be able to, until he’s cross-legged on the rug running fingers through his raven hair. Using his other hand to dramatically fan his face to cool down. “Don’t mess with me right now, I’ve been waiting a long time for you to say that.”

“I’m not messing with you.” You tut, sitting up with him. “Now I’m not saying I’m in love with you cause I’m not—”

“Fucking hell, ouch!” He snorts, eyes squeezed shut when his head lolls back with laughter.

You playfully smack his bicep, has it always been that big and hard? God damn. “Let me finish.”

“Okay you’re right I’m sorry…” He’s grinning, looking at you with so much adoration and love that your chest tightens. “Please do continue explaining to me that my feelings for you are unrequited, I love to hear it.”

“You’re soooo dramatic. Now I’m not saying that… I feel exactly how you feel about me…” You wet your lips, arrogance and the edible cloud your senses and you climb on top of him, straddling his legs with your arms draped over his shoulders. “But this is nice, really nice, seeing you like this. I could get used to it to be honest with you.”

At this his forehead comes forward to rest on your collarbone, you know he’s trying to hide that shit-eating smirk pulling his lips. He’s all talk and no action, because right now if you didn’t know any better you’d think you’ve managed to make him, Jeon Jungkook, flustered.

Truthfully his heart hammers inside his chest, sweat forms on the spans of his back, butterflies invading the depths of his toned abdomen. He’s thirty years old for fucks sake, he’s made out with plenty of girls in his lifetime. But the thought of making out with you does something funny to his insides. It’s the same feeling he got the first time you accidentally kissed him, the same feeling that overtook him when you first told him you loved him, the exact feeling he feels solely for you, the girl he’s loved for twenty seven long years.

“And the thought of making out with you doesn’t gross me out half as much as it probably should.” You add, shoulders bouncing, fingertips mindlessly toying with the hairs at the back of his head. “Unless you were bluffing?”

“You know that I don’t bluff.” He chuckles, dragging out the last ha before finally daring to look you in the eye. You’re so high, it’s obvious. You don’t mean this, right? Is he dreaming? Is he that high he’s hallucinating? Ten billion thoughts swirl his mind when you press your forehead to his, giggling.

“You don’t actually wanna make out with me, do you?” He sighs, “You’re only saying it cause you’re stoned.”

You shake your head, “Not true. I was the one who suggested Netflix and chill perfectly sober remember?”

This gets his attention, he’s laughing, hands finding purchase on the bend of your waist. “I knew that you knew what it meant! So does that mean you wanted me to fuck you tonight?”

“Honestly… I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” You shrug, bringing a hand down to toy with the long silver chain he wears. “But right now I am thinking about making out with you.”

“Well in that case…” He straightens his back, clearing his throat, his features serious and voice low, “Who am I to deny my best friend of her deepest darkest fantasies—”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You snort, “Do you wanna make out with me or not?” You challenge him with a quirked brow and sarcastic smile that has him stifling a mischievous scoff.

He’s nodding frantically, you focus on his features for a second. He really is so handsome. His eyes are sparkly like they usually are, though something different shines beneath the surface. Something darker, something almost dangerous and sinful. His right eyebrow is raised ever so slightly, drawing attention to the silver piercing that you barely notice anymore. This is the most stunning Jungkook’s ever looked to you and you’re both high as a kite, simply sitting on his living room floor in old comfy clothes.

“Oh I want to alright.” He affirms, wetting his lips before closing the short distance between your faces.

A spark that can only be described as pure ecstasy ignites your whole body when his mouth crashes against yours. Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses you, it’s… amazing. It’s like everything you’ve been missing in life is being presented in his kisses. To begin with they’re soft, slow, caring. Warm and sweet like honey. He takes his time testing the waters rather than diving in head first like most guys you’ve made out with have done.

Hands glide up your body until you’re fully encased by his arms. His fingers dig into your shoulders, forearms pressed against your back. Your own arms hang over his frame, bent at the elbows while fingertips play with his hair. You’re smiling against him, when he opens his mouth you mirror his movements, until your tongues touch and you whimper at the contact.

It’s Jungkook’s turn to smile now, as he squeezes you tighter and pulls your body closer. One hand now splayed on your back, the other gripping the top of your thigh. Underneath you his own thighs are tense, they’re borderline trembling with excitement and anticipation. He’s made out with women before but this is something else entirely. He’s made out with women while stoned before but none of his experiences even begin to compare to this. It’s electric, it’s fire, it’s love he’s sure of it.

Your tongue slides against his slowly when you kiss him, the cool metal of his lip ring against your mouth adds a new sensation to your make out session. It’s fucking inspiring how good this feels, so good that a gentle moan falls from your throat and is caught on Jungkook’s tongue. The fact you’re kissing your best friend right now doesn’t phase you one bit because even you can’t deny this feels right.

“Y/N…” He pulls back enough to whisper, averting his lips to your neck where he plants more sinful kisses that make your head spin. “Could kiss you all night.”

“Get back up here and do it then.” You chuckle, tugging his hair until you’re nose to nose. “Unless you were bluffing of course.”

At this he laughs momentarily before something snaps inside him and he’s kissing you again. Mouth crushing against yours hungrier, hard enough to bruise. It’s feverish, desperate and needy. But you don’t complain, why would you? He was right.

He surely is the best kiss of your life.

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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wonwoo best friend headcanons <3

a/n: posting this for the sweet anon who requested it ! my heart is warmed by the love y'all have for these posts, and it's even more warmed by thoughts of being besties with wonwoo because his existence is so heartwarming :,-) pics not mine <33

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!wonwoo x gn!reader | requests: open

he's the chill kind of best friend who makes your life so much more enjoyable just by being in it

your friendship with him is steady beyond belief

and you bring out the best in each other!!

while it may take him some time to get to know you because he's a quiet and shy guy, once he does, you get to see a different side of him compared to most people

for one, he's SO funny and he's ALWAYS cracking jokes

like he figures out your kind of humor and makes jokes in that style because he loves seeing you laugh

tbh he just loves seeing you happy and enjoying life

so he wants to get to know the things you like and partake in any and all activities you do for fun

but he always asks before doing something with you because he respects that we sometimes want to keep certain things as a solo activity :,-) he's SO respectful :,-)

when you do share things with him, he is ALL. IN.

you want to rewatch your favorite childhood tv show? he's coming over to watch it with you, and, when he's unable to come over, he'll watch episodes on his breaks and text you his reactions

he really appreciates you opening up any part of your life to him, so he treats it with the utmost care

and you do the same for him! because you also know how lucky you are to have a wonderful person sharing the things they love with you

regardless of whether you game, he will teach you how to play whatever he's into at the moment, and he'll give encouraging commentary while you learn

once you're getting better, he'll probably start to make jokes like oh, are you really gonna do THAT? interesting choice there, pal

cut to you both playing the same game for hours on end and you get so emotionally invested you both are yelling at the game and/or each other in excitement or defeat (depending on how well you're doing)

his little bookworm heart will recommend books to you out of his favorites, but he'll curate them to what you like or what he thinks you'll like <3

same with games, movies, food, etc.

he asks a lot of questions about you, your likes, your dislikes, and any trivia about you

because he's genuinely interested!!! he thinks it's so cool he gets to know someone like you <3

like he's the type of person who will ask you "what's your favorite color?" when you've both just been sitting in the same room on your phones in silence for hours someone give me quality time with wonwoo please i'm begging you

he also tells you things about himself that he doesn't share with others

he trusts you so so much and he shows he's grateful to you by giving you special parts of him

sometimes he'll text you in the morning when he wakes up from a strange dream just to tell you about it

he really values what you think, on big and small things

which is why he'll come to you if he's struggling with something, feeling low, stressed out, etc

because he knows you'll listen to all his thoughts and concerns and you'll also take the time to work through things with him

and he is the same when it comes to consoling you. he wants you to live the best life you possibly can, and he's going to do everything in his power to help you to achieve that!

he's just such a sweetheart

but don't get me wrong

with all the things he knows about you, he will use it to tease you when he's in the right mood

i can see him teasing his bestie (you) the way he messes with hoshi sometimes like he won't let you live but it's coming from a place of love lmao

if you aren't a fan of teasing, he of course won't do it, but it's really just a way for him to be playful with you :,-)

i think he'd give silly little gifts too

for your birthday, he'll buy you a trinket that represents something in your friendship

it's heartfelt, but it also makes you laugh ! like he really gave you a small snail lamp because you both had a phase where you obsessed over snails and sent cute cartoon drawings of them back and forth

omg or he gets you a lil fun fact book on something you both like so you can share weird fun facts with him every time you meet up for coffee/food and he'll pretend as though he hasn't read a bunch of them already

all in all, friendship with wonwoo is filled with intention. he's an extremely thoughtful best friend down to the tiniest details because he values you so very much <3

*cries in loving wonwoo* brb gotta go pray to the universe that i can have a wonwoo in my life

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #bestfriend!seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt #wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #svt wonwoo #svt headcanons #seventeen au #svt au #jeon wonwoo #sweetkpopmusings

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ctrlsht · 2 years

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Behind Those Connection | bestfriend!jungkook au 01

⭢ pairing: jungkook x reader

⭢ genre: fluff, bestfriend!jungkook, friends to lovers

⭢ warnings: introvert jk, future family problems, jk prefers to be alone

⭢ word count: 2.7k

summary: in which you are the only friend that jungkook has

parts: 1

“Do you know hoseok, gguk?” You asked as you bite your bread while sitting at Jungkook's bed resting your back on the headboard.

He glanced at you for a second and returned his attention to the book that he’s reading.

“Nope.” He answered sitting at the small single couch near the bed.

“He’s throwing a party for his birthday and he’s inviting all the engineering students and a few friends and acquaintances from our batch.” You swallow your bread before you continue. “You’re an engineering student so technically, you’re invited.”

He doesn’t even give you a single glance for what you just said indicating that he’s not interested. You rolled your eyes before you got off of his bed and walked towards him. You sit next to him on the couch even though you both don’t fit and he frowned at you. You just chuckled at his reaction.

“What the hell, y/n.” He commented, still looking at you with irritation.

“I’m one of his acquaintances that he invited and I want you to also be there.” You said with a wide smile while cuddling his left arm.

Frankly, you only know hoseok by his name and popularity although, sometimes, you’ve seen him during parties that you both attend. You don’t remember yourself having a proper conversation with him except for a short greeting so you are not really expecting to be invited to his party. Well, good for you since you love free drinks and nightlife. Which is an activity that Jungkook hates.

“I don’t even know him.” He returned his gaze in the book.

“Oh come on. You don’t want free drinks?” You brought your face to him and but he avoided you because of irritation.

“I can afford buying my own.” He replied that made you roll your eyes and remove your hand from his arm.

“I know but he invited you. Why don’t you try coming so that at least you can unwind?”

“I’m not interested.” He speaks with finality not even looking at you. You rolled your eyes and returned to the bed.

You are not surprised that Jungkook doesn’t want to come to the party since it wasn’t his thing. He prefers to stay at home and read his books or play computer games. You are his opposite and people find it fascinating on how both of you became close but to be honest, it isn’t a big story to tell. Given the fact that both of your parents are friends, Jungkook isn't fond of making friends while you like to stay close to him.

“Who’s coming with you?” He asked not to give you a glance.

“Probably with Jennie and her friends. Nayeon isn’t really invited so I’m going with Jennie.”

Nayeon is one of your close friends among your friend group and your other friends aren't studying in the same university as you except for Nayeon therefore, they don’t know most of the people in your university. In Nayeon’s case, she and hoseok don't really know each other and the reason why she isn’t invited to his birthday.

Jungkook suddenly looked at you and he looked like he didn't like your idea.

“Jennie Kim?” Of course he knows her because she’s his blockmate. You also know the reason why he doesn’t like your idea of tagging with her and her friends. You want to change his mind because Jennie isn’t what he really thinks she is.

“She’s not good to be with, y/n. I know her.”

“And I also know her. She isn't really what you think she is. She’s—

“She’s not good for you. I know a lot of issues from her and those issues are not nice to hear. She might leave you alone at the party.”

Jennie Kim is known to have a lot of issues like betraying her friends and hooking up with a lot of men but you’ve known her since kindergarten. Everything she does has a reason and you know that she won’t betray you of all people. People might judge her from what they see but you know better.

You looked at Jungkook and he still looks irritated but you understand why he has that reaction. However, you also want him to understand that Jennie is harmless to you.

“I’ll be fine, gguk. Don’t worry. Or if you want me to stay safe, be there.” You gave him a knowing smile. He once again rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

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You are spacing out while your last class is ongoing. It was history class and it was a subject that you find boring. You were looking at the wall clock as you received a message from your bestfriend, Jungkook.

From: Jungkook

I’m at the cafeteria. Just go here after your class.

You replied “ok” before you put down your phone. Most of the time, you and Jungkook go home together not only because he has a car but it is something that both of you regularly do. When you were in middle school, you always hopped in his car uninvited when he used to have a driver and he couldn't do anything about it. At first, he was really furious whenever you hop in his car. One time, when you were about to open the door, he ordered his driver to drive fast so that you won’t be able to ride and that is something that he regrets because you became cold and ignored him for the whole week. He felt guilty for what he did since you sulked. You suddenly stop nagging and annoying him and Jungkook should be happy about it, however, his conscience grew in him.

When the bell rang, you immediately fixed your things and left the room. You go straight to the cafeteria but before you even reach where jungkook is, you hear Jennie calling you.

“Y/N!” When you looked behind, you saw her walking towards you with a big smile on her face. She kissed your cheeks before she spoke.

“We’ll go to hoseok's party together, right?” She said and you nod while smiling.

“Of course! I’ll just fetch you to your house. How about Lisa and your other friends?”

“They’re just going on their own. They’ll see us at the party.” She answered. “Wanna stay at my place before we head to the club?” She continued. She probably wants to hang out with you before the party starts and have a catch up but you’re afraid you can’t.

Before you got the chance to answer, you heard Jungkook’s voice behind you.

“y/n.” You looked behind and you saw him seriously looking at you. As you looked behind, you saw him seriously looking at you.

“I’ll just fetch you later at your house. Probably around 8pm?” You looked at Jennie smiling at Jungkook who just arrived.

“Oh of course. I’ll see you later?” You nodded before you both said goodbyes.

Your eyes follow Jennie before you face your bestfriend “What?” You looked at Jungkook who’s still looking at you with dagger eyes.

“You’re fetching her?” He sounds like he can’t believe what he heard.

“You just heard it.” You stated the fact. You started to walk and he walked along with you.

“Are you seriously befriending her?” He asked while you both were walking.

“We’re already friends. What are you saying?”

He’s explaining why you can’t be friends with her while walking until you reach the car and you look so done with his words. You closed your eyes before you faced him.

“Jungkook, can you listen to me?” You said when you are now inside the car.

“What?” He looked at you as he closed his car door. You clench your jaw before you speak.

“I know that you’re just concerned about me but I've known Jennie since we were 6. We've been friends ever since and I know what kind of person she really is.” You looked at him but he didn't respond so you continued. “She might appear as plastic but trust me, she’s just doing that to protect herself. She had a traumatic experience during her childhood that explains why she does the things that might not sound appropriate. But I know that when it comes to me, she’s the Jennie Kim I’ve known since kindergarten.”

He was stunned to speak and looked down. He’s playing with the car keys and silence grew between the two of you. You’re right, you’ve known Jennie more than he has known her but he just doesn’t want you to be involved with Jennie’s issues. You were his only friend and the last thing that he wants to happen is you getting hurt.

Jungkook stayed silent until he decided to drive away.

Both of you were silent during the ride and you were used to his silence. Whenever you both had an argument or a discussion that one of you didn’t agree with, he stayed silent afterwards.

“Wanna stay?” You asked when you reached your house.

“No, I’ll go.” He responded not even giving you a glance and you just nod before leaving his car.

He followed you with his eyes until you closed your door and he sighs. He doesn’t remember the last time that both of you had this argument and its weight on his chest. He stayed there for a couple of minutes before he decided to leave.

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“Happy birthday, hoseok!” You greeted when you saw him and he gave you and Jennie a drink and you gladly took it.

“Thank you, ladies! Lisa and the other girls have arrived though I’m not sure where they are right now.” hoseok responded close to you and Jennie because the music was too loud. Both of you and Jennie talked to hoseok for a while before hoseok met with the other visitors and you started to enjoy the night.

Hours passed since you arrived at the club. You’ve met a lot of people and had a lot of drinks and you’re now starting to get drunk. Excusing yourself from the crowd, you walk towards your table however, before you even reach there, someone blocked you.

“y/n!” You looked at Jimin who’s in front of you while smiling. You returned his smile.

“Hi, Min. How are you? I haven’t seen you the whole night.” You respond and compose yourself because you know to yourself that you’re already drunk and you're embarrassed to show it to him.

“I just arrived minutes ago and it seems that you’ve already enjoyed the night.” You chuckled at his remarks.

Jimin is actually a high school classmate and one of hoseok’s close friends but he’s from another university. Though you don’t really know how he and hoseok became friends, you just found out when you’re attending previous college parties. Jimin also happens to be your highschool happy crush and honestly, he’s still your happy crush up until now. Majority of your friends know that since you don’t really keep it a secret. Probably Jimin got the message since rumors have wings and it flies high. However, you find it strange that he’s not hitting on you. Not to sound too high of yourself but there are a lot of men who admire you and you are aware of that. But the thought that Jimin doesn't see you differently makes you even whats him more.

“Where are you heading?” You asked.

“I was with a few friends when I saw you. I just came to say hi.” You bite your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling because you know for sure that you got butterflies on your stomach.

“Missed me?” And you don’t really know where that came from.

He chucked before he answered. “Of course. I haven’t seen you since the last time we attended the same party.”

“Yeah, we only see each other during parties.” You were about to hit another line on Jimin when you caught the eye of your bestfriend. The music is blasting and the lights are dancing which gives you a headache. You weren’t sure if it was actually him since your sight was already blurred and it was dark. You looked at Jimin before you excused yourself but before you walked away, he grabbed your wrist.

“y/n.” You looked at him. “I hope we can hang out some other time.” He added and you smile genuinely.

“Of course we can.” He nodded before he let you go and walk away. You spaced out for a couple of seconds realizing that Jimin wants to hang out with you. You smirk but then you remember that the person you just saw might be your bestfriend. You looked at the directions where you saw him and gladly, he’s still there. You walk towards where he is standing and you laugh when you confirm that he is really your bestfriend. You hit his upper arm but you lose your balance and before you even kiss the ground, Jungkook catches you.

“God, y/n. You’re drunk.” He said while holding your waist and you keep on laughing. He rolled his eyes and you kept your composure.

“What’s funny?” He asked, looking at you with annoyance and picked up the glass of drink in the counter bar.

“I thought you’re not interested in the party?” You said and snatched his drink before you took a sip. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the glass.

“You’re drunk already.” He stated the fact.

The DJ got a nice mix out there and you started to sway your hips together with the beat. You get a drink from the bar while dancing through the music and your bestfriend’s eyes are staring at you looking so done.

“C’mon gguk! Let’s dance!” You pulled his wrist using your right hand while drinking your glass. Everyone is now jumping and having fun but your bestfriend is just standing while you’re dancing along with the crowd.

It was getting wild so you put your hand on your bestfriend’s shoulder while dancing and you’re having so much fun not really minding him.

Jungkook watches you dance until you get tired and totally get drunk. He stayed while watching you having the best night until you got wasted. The party isn’t over but you can’t join anymore. Jungkook’s hand is in your waist assisting you to walk to the parking lot and he’s really having a hard time.

“Gguk, what the hell! Let’s go back!” You said while hitting him.

“Stop being stubborn. You’re already drunk.” He responds while walking you.

“One more glass please!” You keep on resisting to walk and Jungkook had enough. He lifted you up and you shouted. You keep on shouting at him and he acts as if he didn’t hear it until he reached the car.

He lays you down in the backseat and you’re already wasted to even protest. You’ve been talking to yourself and Jungkook can’t really understand it.

“I’ll get you home.” He said but you were blabbering words.

“No— not.”

“Goodness, y/n” Jungkook whispered. You keep on talking until you finally get tired.

When you reach your home, Jungkook carries you up to your room and lays you down on your bed. He was wondering why your parents are not at home but he remembered that most of the time, they are going abroad for business and maybe that is the reason why they are not around.

He stares at you while you’re peacefully sleeping and he smug at the thought of how worst your hangover would be. He removed your platform heels and laid you properly before he tucked the blanket in. He walks into your vanity mirror and picks up a cotton and a bottle of make up remover before he sits next to you and gently removes your makeup. He’s been doing this a lot of times and he already mastered what to do whenever you’re wasted.

He keeps on staring at your baby face while removing your makeup. He caressed your face and he remembered how you swayed your hips while you placed your hands on his shoulder. His heartbeat suddenly increased and he looked away. He puts down the bottle of makeup remover and stands up. He was about to walk away when you grabbed his hand.

“Stay.” You whispered while your eyes were still closed.

“I’ll head home. It's already late, y/n.” He responded.

“That's why… stay.”

He stared at you for a moment before he caressed your hands.

“I’ll be here tomorrow. Don’t worry.” He kissed your forehead before he finally left your room.

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author’s note: Hello! This is my first time posting a jungkook au here and I’ve been exploring how to use this app properly for my future post. Also, english is not my first language so I hope you guys can still understand my writings ^^

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goremayhem · 10 months

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Brytani Cho and her son she had from a one night stand [🎵]

#brytani cho #danny cho #my sims #sims 4 #hey she never claimed to be a perfect person #he's also bestfriends with jeon <3 #and she's besties with lily #cast of life as a feng

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c0llisiion · 4 months

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NEED TO KNOW — j.jk

★Pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

★genre: smut

★: older!jk, dads bestfriend!jk , oral (giving and receiving ) , unprotected sex , reader has a crush on jk, bachelor!jk, big dick jk, size kink kinda, hair pulling, gagging, slapping, pervert jk , dry humping , anal play , degradation, name calling, nicknames - lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 4,395

A/N: remember that time I mentioned a jk fic that i was writing? This is that fic. Literally put this on hold for 2 months and finished writing it last night 😭 anyways enjoy!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

“But i dont wannnnaaaaa goooooo!..” you whined as you declined your dad’s offer to go to his big company party. “Sweetheart this is a huge deal for me …” your dad countered. “… more over, mr.jeon is going to be there ..!” Your ears perked up at the mention of Mr. Jeon. The tall, tatted bachelor with his piercings and built body, who has been your dad’s best friend since his college days.

Since you were a teenager, you have had the biggest crush on him. He was perfect in every way. He was older. More wiser. Handsome. Just your type. The initial infatuation was small, but as you grew into your adult years, it grew stronger.

You were starting to dream about him. Not even the usual kind. Wet dreams.

He grew older like fine wine. Body covered in beautiful art. Built like an actual Greek god.

Surprisingly, he was not yet married, even though he was well off in his late 40s. He used to say 'no woman has ever caught my attention' when someone mentioned him still being single at his age—from what you've heard.

Your dad and him, being business partners, frequently bring him to your home. Always hanging out at the bar or in your dad’s study. You capitalized on these small visits and began attempting to attract his attention. Whenever he came over, you started hanging out at the bar. Offering to make him special drinks. Talking about his interests , which you found out through intense stalking just to impress him. wearing revealing clothes, buying him his favorite food and snacks whenever you visit his office to pick up something for your father. You got very close to him. Your obsession with him became stronger because he seemed so nonchalant about your little tactics. The worst thing you have ever done was hire someone to break off one of his relationships. Only you were meant for him. No one else.

Hearing your father say that he would be there was another opportunity to impress him. You shot up. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS BEFORE???” You say as you rummage into your closet for the perfect dress. Your father believed that your attraction to Jungkook was innocent and similar to that of a child. You had always said you hated the smell of alcohol, so he thought it was strange for you to start hanging out at the bar. Despite noticing many changes, he dismissed them as 'innocence', so he expected you to join him if he mentioned Jungkook. He left your room with a satisfied smile on his lips. You finally found the dress. A satin spaghetti strap dress in black, his favorite color, with a dangerously low open back. The dress was revealing when you put it on; the side of your boob was peeking out, but it hugged your curves perfectly. As the time got closer, you finished up spraying on your most expensive perfume, taking a final look at yourself before leaving.

The party was classy. A huge venue with what appeared to be millions of waiters with champagne. Upon entering the venue with your family, your eyes immediately searched for Jungkook. It wasn't long before you spotted him in the middle of a small group. He seemed to notice your family and hurried towards all of you without delay. As he got closer, your heart was beating fast. “Hey hey! My man!” He said taking your dad into a tight hug. “You could have come a bit more later!” He said sarcastically, taking a jab at your dad’s late-coming habit. “Don't blame me! This one took too long!” Your dad exclaimed, hugging you by your side. Jungkook’s eyes landed on you. He stared you down. Taking in each and every curve, his eyes eventually landed on your chest before he looked at your face and smiled. “So glad you came! You look gorgeous tonight.” He said, taking in your hand and kissing the back of your palm slowly, in a sensual way, while deeply staring into your eyes. He pulled away and rubbed the skin with his thumb before giving you a smirk. You felt your insides melt and your brain malfunction at his simple gesture. You were frozen in place and didn’t know what to do. You shyly backed away and looked down , trying to hide your wide smile with your bangs, which Jungkook took notes on.

Time flew by as you watched Jungkook speak in front of the huge crowd with charisma and confidence. One of his best traits. He always caught everyone’s attention with his choice of words and tone. It was embarrassing for you to admit that, but it turned you on. Your legs were crossed, rubbing your thighs together from time to time, and no one seemed to notice, except for Jungkook, of course. He eyed you every time you made a small movement.

All the speeches and boring talks concluded, which made you run out onto the balcony for some fresh air. You stared off into the distance, thinking about what Jungkook had done to you earlier. Was it platonic? Was he just being nice? Does he have feeli- “did all those old men bore you out?” Jungkook was behind you. His voice husky. His lip and eyebrow piercing, shining under the moonlight. You were caught off guard and turned around to see ‘your man', “mr.jeon! Ugh you scared me!” You said dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. He gets closer with a charming smile on his face and hands in his pockets. “My apologies. I didn't mean to scare you!” He let out a soft chuckle. “How is your night going?” He asked you. “Hm? Oh good i guess, it’s kinda boring, but i would do anything for my father..” He chuckled and gave you a side eye. “For your father? Really?” it seemed like he knew the real reason why you were here in the first place. “Wdym really? I love my dad!” You said in a playful, offended tone. He chuckled once again. “Fine fine! I know how much you adore him.” You sighed softly and smiled.

“I like that dress on you. It suits you a lot.” He said while eyeing you. You blushed at his compliment, looking down and fiddling with your acrylic nails. “Thank you..” you mumbled under your breath. You feel him getting closer to you. “Sorry? I didn’t hear you, sweetheart.” His hands were on your hips, squeezing them softly. You froze in place. Heart beating faster. Your legs threatening to fall. His hands creeped towards your ass. Groping it softly, not wanting to seem too pushy. “Mr.jeon…-“ you let out a shaky whimper at his touch. “It’s jungkook for you, doll.” He said leaning in closer to your ears. He took a huge sniff of your neck and hair. “Thierry mugler alien eau de parfum? You have good taste.” He said while softly chuckling in your ears before pulling away. He lifted your chin so you can look at him. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you stared into his intoxicating eyes. “What did you want to say earlier?” You gulped before speaking up. “Thank you… jungkook.” He smiled at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. His hands went under your ears, caressing the soft skin gently. Your eyes widened, and you just stood there. “I’ll see you around okay?” He said smiling before he left. You were standing put, like a statue, your limbs refusing to move.

A few days went by, and you were still processing whatever happened with jungkook that night. His kiss. The way his hands caressed your body. His little nicknames. It was just too much to process. You didn’t see or hear much from jungkook since that day. There were small interactions, but he seemed to ignore you each time. You were starting to get worried. What happened? What did you do wrong? Did you fuck up? Does he hate you?. You never stopped overthinking.

One morning, you heard the familiar voice of Jungkook from the kitchen, laughing and giggling with your father. You quickly put on your clothes and dolled up, still hoping to impress him, before you went downstairs. “Ah! She’s finally awake! We were just talking about you!” Your father exclaimed. You observed jungkook as he sat on the kitchen island and ate what appeared to be lucky charms. His favorite cereal. He glanced at you briefly before turning away. You felt your heart shatter. After all that he did? Is this the way he treats you? . You walked past him and got yourself a glass of orange juice. “Did you sleepwell princess?” Your father inquired. Jungkook was still not looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the newspaper in front of him. “Yeah yeah i did.” You said putting on a fake smile. “Oh!” Your father exclaimed as he heard his phone ring. “Excuse me.” He said before rushing out of the kitchen.

You glared at jungkook and gulped down your orange juice before dropping the glass onto the table. Jungkook noticed your action, which made him put his newspaper aside and walk towards you. “What’s wrong?” He inquired, leaning onto the island. “Hmph!” You huffed, turning around. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Come onnn! Tell me.” He said while hugging your waist from the back. You let out a heavy sigh before turning back around. “What did I do wrong? Why do you keep doing this to me?” You asked. “Doing what?” “Are you seriously going to act like you don’t know?” You said folding your arms. Jungkook had a confused look on his face. “You are ignoring me damn it!” “Ohhhhh! About that! I just didn’t have anything to say.” He said shrugging. You rolled your eyes at him. “Admit it, Jungkook, you just want to play with my feelings. You don’t care about me. You never did.” You let it all out. It was weird for you to act like this, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jungkooks eyes darkened, and he stared at you. You gulp. “You think I don’t care about you? Me? Not caring about you? You think i come to your house almost every other day for your father?” He said while pushing you down onto the island. He turned you around and hugged you close to his body; you could feel his clothed hard dick on your pussy. You shudder when he slowly grinds his hips into your behind. “Ya feel that doll? Thats how you got me everyday..” he said whispering into your ears. His free hand found your right tit before he gave it a squeeze. Tugging the thin white fabric of your crop top down to expose your hardened nipple. You hear him darkly chuckle in your ear before giving the sensitive bud a squeeze. His hips never seemed to stop as he continued dry-humping you. You felt yourself involuntarily lowering yourself on the island, pushing your ass back into him for more stimulation. He immediately pulls away, leaving you weak and clenching around absolutely nothing. You whined, turning around to face him with pleading eyes. “What?” He scoffed at how desperate you were. He got closer and fixed your shirt. He didn’t say anything and just rubbed your shoulders down before walking away.

A while later, you were napping in your bedroom. It was not uncommon for you to take naps in between the day since you were basically unemployed and didn’t have much to do, and you also needed one after what happened with jungkook.

All the blinds were shut, leaving the room completely dark. It was silent; the only sound that was heard was the faint noise of the air conditioner. You were in deep sleep and didn’t notice or hear Jungkook entering your room. You felt the bed sink next to you before you felt a cold hand on your hip. His hands, kneading the soft flesh of your ass before it grazed around your desperate cunt. You whine when you feel his fingers touch and draw circles on your sensitive part. “Shh..” he shushed you before pressing onto your pussy. He chuckles at how quickly you got wet. Your mouth was agape, soft grunts escaping every second. He slowly pushed you onto your stomach, climbing on top of you before pulling your pink panties to the side.

It was dark, and he couldn’t see much, but he could feel how soaked you were. He spread your cheeks and lowered his mouth down onto your cunt, sucking on it. Your eyes shot open, heavy breathing as you turned around to see the man of your dreams eat you out from behind. “Ju-jungkook..?” He shut you up by lapping his tongue over your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, your head falling sideways, already drooling even though he barely started. He lifted your ass up using his strong hands, making you arch your back. He dropped his head lower and started sucking on your clit, his big nose pressing into your soaking pussy. You grabbed a handful of his hair from behind and pushed him closer. He hummed into your pussy, making you gasp for air. Loud slurping and squelching sounds, along with his groans and your moans, echoed throughout the room. You were seeing stars. The way his mouth ate you out and the feeling of his cold lip ring on your pussy were beyond comprehensible. Your heart started beating faster as you felt your body warm up, and a knot formed in your abdomen. Jungkook took notes on your body language and pulled away. You cried out when you lost contact.

He leaned in and switched on one of your bed lights, finally giving the room some light. He observed your body. Your ass was still up, your pussy glistening with his spit and your arousal. It was clenching and unclenching around nothing. He let out a scoff before turning you around. Your face already looked fucked out. Tears painted your cheeks, and drool was all over your mouth. He hovered over you, placing a hand on the headboard. He used his other hand to wipe your face clean. “We have gotten ourselves a good hour; better make this quick, alright?” You nodded softly and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a soft and tender kiss. He kissed you back and hugged you closely to his body. His hands went under your tee, squeezing your tit. You whined into the kiss. “You are so sensitive, sweetheart…” he mumbled. You break off the kiss and cup his face. “Jungkook… want more..” He tilted his head to the side and stared at you. He put on a smirk before standing at the foot of the bed.

He took off his pullover, revealing his tatted arms and toned abs and pecs. The soft bed light that was illuminating the room was able to capture every detail of his body. You stare. Hand in between your legs, squeezed shut. You bit your lip softly before your eyes met his. He gestured for you to come closer, which made you crawl to him. Your face was now right in front of his hard dick. You could see the bulge growing. His hand went behind your head, grasping your hair gently. You looked up at him with your doe eyes, which instantly made him fold, but he kept his composure. He gave you a nod, pushing your head closer to his crotch. Your nose nudged the bulge before your greedy fingers hastily unzipped his pants. Your eyes widened when his cock sprung out and hit his stomach. He was big. Girthy. The tip was red, and you could see his precum peaking from the slit. Without wasting time, you took a stripe from the base of his dick until the tip before you sucked on it. He hissed at the feeling of your plump lips sucking on his sensitive tip. He was starting to get impatient and pushed your head down, filling your mouth even though he was only half way in. You looked at him with teary eyes as you choked around his girth. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. His other hand caressed your cheek, pushing himself further down your throat. You could feel him. Your jaws were hurting, and you grabbed onto his hips for stability. Your throat spasmed around his cock. He noticed how you were kinda struggling. “Better make me feel good, okay? I want that throat to show me what it got.” With that, he started thrusting into your mouth. You started choking and gagging around his length, which just turned him on even more.

He yanked your head off of his cock. A string of pre cum and saliva connected your lips and his cock head. You looked up at him and whined, wanting his dick to stuff your mouth again. He bent down to your level before licking your chin clean, swallowing the mixture before speaking to you. “On your knees and hands, baby girl." You obliged immediately, taking off your flimsy tee before throwing your ass in the air and arching your back for him. You felt the bed dip behind you, and jungkooks long dick landed on your ass, slowly grinding through the sheer panties.His wet cock making it translucent. You whimpered, already feeling yourself getting hotter. “You are such a dumbslut.” He lowly chuckled.

“You think it wasn’t obvious?” He removed your skirt and ripped your panties. You gasp at his sudden action. “All these skimpy skirts and tops.. and just when I'm around? Were you that desperate, princess ?” He said while pushing his cockhead into your sopping hole.

You let out a loud moan; his tip was enough to stretch you out. “Not gonna lie… i was very flattered” gripping your ass cheeks as he slowly pushed further, letting you adjust to his size. He continued. “I only kept my cool because you were my best friend's daughter, but—holy shit-“ he gets cut off as you clench around his length, tears already dripping down your face. Your mind fogging up. You were constantly letting out soft moans and whimpers as he slowly bottomed down into you. “Woah there-“ he chuckled. “im not even half way in sweetheart” he said while grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. You looked at him with teary eyes. Lips quivering. He smirked before kissing your cheek. He let go of your hair and pushed your head down into the pillow using his hand. The other hand was on your hip as he finally pushed all the way in. “Since you are begging for it— ” you let out a loud scream as he filled you to the brim.

Although it was painful, the pleasure made you forget about the pain. you felt warm spit fall on your pussy as he starts moving. “Gon’ fuck you silly, alright? Isn’t that what you wanted? Getting dicked down by your father's friend? What a whore…” You nodded incoherently. A loud cry left your lips as his hips thrust into you harshly. His pace was slow, but the way he thrust in was so... Your body was moving forward with every thrust. Sounds of wet skin slapping echoed through your room. You were not able to focus on anything. His pace increased, and so did the harshness of his thrust. You clenched around him, making him fall forward. He caged your tiny body under his larger one. “Fuck babygirl.. you are gonna rip my dick off..” he chuckled. “Jungk-kook… feels too good…” you managed to blabber out as he fucked into you like a madman. “Yeah? you like that? You liked getting fucked by older men, dont you sweatheart?” You whined as his large hands gripped your hair.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This man has seen you grow up. He has been there since you were a baby.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds…” he said while landing a tight slap on your ass, reddening the area almost immediately. You gasped and whimpered, letting out a loud pornographic moan as Jungkook hit a specific spot. His other hand found your swollen clit and started drawing rough circles on it. Pinching and tugging the abused nub. Your legs trembled, and your moans got louder. “F-fuck! Jungkook…don’t s-stop! Feels so good!” You babbled. Jungkooks eyes were focused on your pussy. The way you took in his length. Your milky white cream coated his entire length, collecting at the base of his cock.

He stopped thrusting in you for a moment. You whined as you felt him suddenly stop. Jungkook smirked before leaning over and whispering in your ears. “Fuck yourself on me, doll.” You cried in defeat. Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to start moving. You gulped before slowly rocking your body forward and backward. You could feel his every inch penetrating the insides of your gummy walls. His large tip hitting your cervix over and over again. “Thats all you can do? Wow.. so pathetic..” he scoffed. You shook your head furiously and started going faster. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan as he watched your ass ripple. “Play with that little clit of yours.” He commanded. You reached down in between your legs, finding the sensitive nub almost immediately. You slowly rubbed your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned out as the stimulation of your pussy and clit was getting overwhelming. You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Mouth in a soft ‘o’ shape and eyes crossed as his cock hit your gspot every time you moved in and out. Jungkook was in a different world. His eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat dripped down his neck. He was close to cumming just by seeing you fuck yourself on him.

His hands spread your ass cheeks, before a glob of spit landed on your asshole. You shuddered and panicked, stopping for a moment. “J-jungko-?” “Just focus on fucking yourself; everything is going to be alright…” he reassured you. You nodded before going back. His long fingers toyed with your rim. You grunt when you feel his fingers prod into your asshole. “Shh- shh.. youre safe .. jus’ wan’ try something new..” You gulped and shut your eyes tightly as his fingers ventured further into your asshole. He shoved three of his fingers into you, making you moan out loud. “Fuckkkkk- so tight…” he whispered. You melt and crumble when you feel his fingers move inside of you. You buried your head in your pillow, muffling out any unholy noise.

Your pussy and asshole clenched around his fingers and dick, making him groan. “So damn sensitive… has any guy fucked you, this good princess?” You shake your head. “N-no sir …” Jungkook shot up at the name. His fingers increasing in speed. You let out choked-out moans and cries as his fingers curled inside your asshole. “Say that again, will ya?” His other hand found your hips and started stretching your pussy out again. “Please.. f-fuck me harder… sir.” That was all it took to make Jungkook go feral. His cock left your pussy and was immediately shoved inside your sensitive ass. Your eyes shot out, and you couldn’t make any noise as you looked back at jungkook with tears rolling down your cheeks. He pinned your wrists behind your back before moving in and out. He struggled, initially. curse him for not stretching you out more, but his cream-coated cock provided enough lube for him to start pounding into you smoothly. “Shits so fucking tight- gah-“ your lips quivered and legs trembled as Jungkook fucked into you with great strength.

You screamed out, finally getting your voice back after he fully plunged his cock into you. Your cunt was leaking arousal, dripping down your thighs. Jungkook didnt seem to stop. His heavy, cum-filled balls were slapping against your pussy. “Jungkoook…- its too- too much!” You cried out. “Take it. You are a big girl. Take it like a big girl. I know you fucking can. Look at your little ass sucking me in. So good. So fucking good.” He pulled your body back and pounded into you. Your face was a mess. You cried and moaned like a bitch in heat every time he filled you to the brim. You felt your orgasm approaching as the feeling of the familiar knot in your stomach began growing. “Jung-jungkook- gon’ cum…” you whined. “Go on princess… be a good girl and cum all over me..” you nodded weakly, focusing on reaching your high. Jungkook flipped you over, laying you down on your back. His hands pushed your legs up against your chest. You were in ecstasy as the new position had you seeing stars. You observed Jungkook's sweaty body and fucked-out face.

A slap was landed on your glistening, sopping pussy before two fingers were shoved inside them. His thumb stimulating your clit. “Ngh- oh fuck- jungkook m’ so close…!” Your eyebrows were knit together, and sweat dripped down your face. The overstimulation getting too intense. Both his hips and hands increased their pace, determined to help you reach your high. You saw white as Jungkook pressed down on your sensitive bud. Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy and landed on his abdomen. You screamed as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Yeah.. just like that.. so dirty.. you are such a dirty little girl..” Jungkook's movements got sloppier. Your orgasm turned him on by a mile, and he was close to cumming himself. You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, not noticing that he had slipped out of you and was furiously jerking himself off. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out all over your body. Coating your stomach and your boobs. You moan as you feel his hot cum land on your body, taking the mixture in your shaky fingers and licking it off while staring into his eyes. Jungkook smirked at you with half-lidded eyes.

“My dirty little girl."

A/N: HEHE THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGG! how was it tho? This would have been a stepcest fic but i changed my mind in the middle 🙁💔 im currently writing fics from my inbox! You can send in your rqs <3

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ssinboo · 6 months

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Say Yes to me

summary: You've been in love with Jeon Wonwoo since forever, and due to your family relations, you had hopes you'd marry him. Your only problem? he's getting engagement to someone else.

During his Engagement party, your childhood best friend and love of your life, Jeon Wonwoo, asks you to run away with him.

pairing: 1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader

word count: 10k (45~ minute read) – My longest ever!

warnings: unrequited crushes and overall foolishness, idiots in love, best friends to lovers to not lovers to lovers again, some angst?, Wonwoo is such a nerd, making out in dingy motels, unrealistic mileage for gasoline, seokmin being the sweetest

a/n: This will most certainly be my last fic of the year! So, Happy Holidays everyone! This year has been so troublesome, but I've grown so much and written a lot more, too! I'm so, so grateful for everyone I've met and everyone that's enjoyed my stuff! See you in 2024!

Had you been questioned, there would never be a concrete answer to the question of just how long you had been in love with Jeon Wonwoo.

You’d know him forever, and maybe you loved him all along.

Your families were business partners turned friends. And there had always been talk of marriage between the children. Of course, for convenience. The Jeon’s produced top-class racing and sports cars, while your family were in the chemical business, specialising in industry paints and finishes, it was only natural to unite the two families and profit.

Although your wealth was vast, it was nothing compared to the Jeon’s, despite always having the chance to frequent the same environments, you often found you were on different levels altogether.

Jeon Wonwoo was the eldest son, and he carried himself as such — with all the poise and arrogance of the heir to a global conglomerate. He liked golfing and late night swims. Always took his coffee black with no sugar, and barely had anything for breakfast, preferring a hearty lunch instead.

His younger brother, Lee Seokmin, was the result of an affair with a secretary, though that did not mean he was loved any less, no. Seokmin lacked a single mean bone in his body, he had a pure heart and a contagious laugh.

They were by all means what people liked to call Irish Twins, born less than a year apart. And the nature of that fact only made their differences more apparent. Complete opposites they were, and that extended to how they treated you, too.

Every summer growing up, your family would travel to the country house and you and your sister would spend the better part of the months at the club. Oh, how you loved the country club with the fun summer activities the clear chlorinated water, having a meal under the pool umbrellas and getting funny tan lines.

But most of all, you enjoyed Jeon Wonwoo.

His family frequented the same club and every summer, you’d be practically glued to Wonwoo, even if he didn’t dare to pay you any attention.

You were only three years apart, yet he acted as if you were an immature brat. Seokmin had always been happy to play with you and your sister, though.

More often than not, Wonwoo would lounge by the pool with a book, never daring to go in. And you would cross your arms over tile by the sides and try your damnedest to strike a conversation with him. He would ignore your every word, or worse, poke fun at your latest obsession.

“Wonwoo, at what time where you born?” You ask, spitting out any chlorine filled water off your mouth.

He arches an eyebrow, looking up from his book.

“What?”

“What time were you born?” You repeat, unbothered by his acidic tone.

“Why would I know that?”

“Can’t you ask your mum?”

He rolls his eyes, “Why do you wanna know?”

“So I can see your birth chart,” You shrug, twirling a wet strand of hair around your finger.

“The fuck is a birth chart?”

“It’s like… It’s a way to see your personality… And I can check to see if we’re compatible.”

“That’s stupid…” He rolls his eyes, again, “You’re stupid.”

You scoff, “You won’t play along— You’re such a bore!” You yell out and dive back in the pool, leaving behind a cackling Wonwoo.

Those hapless summer days were spent lazing by the pool with your sister and Seokmin — without a care in the world, laughing about nothing. With the isolated water-balloon fight every now and then.

You’d grown up before you could realise it, never truly leaving behind your childish crush on Wonwoo. Even if by the age hierarchy, you had no chance of marrying him — Your sister were to marry Wonwoo and you possibly married Seokmin.

Though you held hope, it crumbled away with every passing minute.

But that year, your sister had the greatest early birthday present: She’d found the man she was to marry and best of all, your daddy could never say no to his girls.

With your sister marrying the love of her life, it meant that you would marry Wonwoo, right? It was only a matter of time and you would be sworn to each other before God, your friends, and family. And your first love would blossom.

On your 21st birthday, your father took you to work with him for the day, though you most lazed around and answered his calls. You only expected to have lunch for your birthday and a party on the weekend.

At noon, he drove to the Jeon’s factory to deliver the new paint samples.

The workers, most of whom had watched you, your sister and the Jeon kids grow up, greet you excitedly and some even wish you happy birthday. Your father goes straight to the floor to speak to the manager.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jeon himself shows up.

Mr. Jeon was a handsome old man a captivating smile, he was incredibly passionate about his work and adored mechanics, but he loved his sons above all — And he had great expectations for his boys.

He greets you with a warm hug and wishes you a happy birthday before discussing business with your father. To which you busy yourself with staring at the pieces waiting for a coat of paint.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come with us to the patio?” Your father calls and you oblige, skipping toward the two men.

The patio is where they stored their models waiting to be shipped out to agencies or sometimes, for the higher profile clients, directly to the customer. You look at the new line to be launched next winter: sleek and modern with leather seats and wooden accents on the interior. You could never criticise the Jeon’s for their taste, they knew their stuff.

“Come here, baby,” Your father waves his hands, “What do you think of this car?”

You study the convertible in a bright red with a cream leather interior; a classic.

“It’s gorgeous, daddy, when are they launching it?”

“It should be out next year, but what do you think of the colour?”

“I like it,” You nod enthusiastically.

“That’s great baby, why don’t you read up on this model?” He hands you a tiny card, common in the factory, that has the model and batch number, as well as the signature from the supervisor. But just underneath the model, you see the colour name: your name.

As you look at your father, completely astonished, he just lets out a warm laugh and opens his arms for a hug.

“You named a shade after me?!” You glue yourself to him, still in shock.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

“Thank you, daddy, you’re the best!”

“That’s your dad’s present, how about you open mine, now?” Mr. Jeon interjects, waving a tiny jewelry box in the air.

You fix your hair and take it from his hand, expecting maybe a ring, or earrings.

But you find brand new car keys.

Mouth agape, you look at him while your father can only laugh at your surprised expression.

“Why don’t you give it a spin?” Mr. Jeon encourages, rushing you toward the convertible.

And though your father is beside himself with worry for you driving during rush hour, he settles for sitting in the passenger’s seat and doing some good old backseat driving, even though you barely make it past 30.

You drive around the block and return to the factory before your father has an anxiety attack over your driving.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Jeon! When did you even do this?! I had no idea!”

“Wonwoo oversaw the whole thing, he’s the one you should thank,” He laughs it off, but your heart can only skip a beat at the mention of your beloved’s name. Especially thinking he was the one to take care of such a great gift.

Wonwoo loved mechanics as much as his dad, sometimes even more. He even went to a good college for it, coming back even smarter than before — and much sassier, too. He never stopped doing manual work in the factory, guaranteeing every car made was up to the Jeon standard.

And you were very biased toward his mechanic abilities, especially when he would furrow his brow, glasses perched on the very tip of his nose; he would wipe off sweat off his forehead with his grease covered arm.

You remember to this day the last time your father came to discuss swatches and you stopped by the shop. Watching Wonwoo work on an older model with a leaky oil tank.

He did everything himself, changed the tank perched under the car, soldering a brand new one. He also did a once over on anything else that could become a problem in the future, any filters needing change, checking wires and gears, making sure the oil was fresh. The problem came with the lights. He had such a hard time wiggling his thick arms through the machinery to reach the right spot, and you watched very intently how his triceps flexed, deep green veins bulging under his skin.

Wonwoo had gotten so frustrated he’d shed off the top part of his coveralls, sporting a white undershirt so tight you could basically tell the shape of his sweat-clad torso. Oh, how you’d hoped he never got that bulb in place.

“Come’ere,” Wonwoo calls out without further ado.

“Why?”

“Need your help,” He mumbles under a sigh.

You rise from the barrel you were sitting on and approach the open hood. “With what?”

“Getting this fuckin’ bulb in place,” He hands you the tiny light bulb.

“Where do I need to put it?”

“See— in between this part, need to shove you hand until you reach back here in the light, then you just screw it in.”

“What if I get stuck?”

“You won’t, you’re so petite,” He smirks.

You scoff, “Shut up.”

Leaning over the hood, you place your left hand on the chassis to steady yourself and shove your right hand in between gears and machinery, trying to find the spot he mentioned.

“I can’t find it,” You complain.

“Keep trying.”

“I am!”

“Here, deeper—“ He reaches for you, one hand on your waist and another on your arm, forcing you toward the place.

You’re way too focused on finding the damn spot for the light, that you barely notice the proximity at all.

“Can’t find it!”

“Right, right— My right.”

“It’s the same freakin’ right, you idiot,” You hiss.

He laughs, “Fine, our right,” you groan at his stupid joke, “It should be there, try to bring it closer to you.”

“Found it!” You squeal with a smile, screwing the bulb in its place.

“Atta girl,” Wonwoo smiles.

“There!” With a relieved sigh, you finally free your grease-clad hand from the machinery, slightly cringing at the black covering your fingernails — It’d be such a bother to clean it up.

When you finally lean back, you stumble onto Wonwoo’s firm chest. Lucky for you, he catches you, steady hold at your waist. You’re finally aware of his proximity, to which he only smiles.

Looking down at where his warm, tauntingly large hands meet your waist, you’re suddenly filled with nothing but rage. ‘

“You got grease all over my dress!” You whine, looking at the perfectly stamped print of his hand over your brand new summer dress.

He only laughs, “Looks better this way, trust me.”

“Ugh!” You groan, stomping toward the washing area where they kept clean rugs.

He closes the hood with a loud thump that echoes through the shop and slides into the driver’s seat. The car comes alive with a loud hum and ta-da! The headlight works.

You are a little proud of your work, yes. But it’s not like you’ll show it.

“Do you not anything clean in here?!” You complain, eyeing the pile of grease-covered rags thrown in a corner. That had to be a fire hazard.

“What?” Wonwoo shouts over the running engine.

You huff and stomp your way back to the car, throwing open the driver’s door. “I have a formal dinner to go to,” You state, leaning over the door.

“Okay, then go.”

Rolling your eyes, you hold back any possible insults, “Like this?” You gesture toward your otherwise perfectly fine dress.

He holds back a little mischievous smile, “I have some clean clothes in the office.”

Wide eyes, mouth hanging agape, you stare at him dumbfound, “I hope that’s a joke, Jeon Wonwoo.”

He laughs, genuinely. That sweet, deep, dorky laugh of his that reverberates through his chest and plunges straight into your heart.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

As much as he did tease you, Wonwoo never made short on his promises.

“Is he around?” You ask Mr. Jeon, trying your best to suppress any expectations.

“Oh, he had some business… But he wished you a happy birthday.”

Your smile falters before your catch it, forcing the corners of your lips into a beautiful, rehearsed smile. “Let him know I’m grateful. For the wishes and for the amazing present.”

It would soon be Wonwoo’s birthday and you had been preparing for what felt like ages. You got him a really nice set of electric work tools since he complained often about how the shop’s tools were always malfunctioning. But you did feel somewhat bad about only getting him a gift relating to work on what should be a day about him.

So you caved in and got him a gorgeous wrist watch with classy black leather straps; on the underside you had his name inscribed with a heart. — You actually hadn’t planned for the heart, but the jeweller got confused in between so many orders and it was too close to the date to have it re-done. You hoped you could play it off in a cool manner, maybe he would laugh at your story.

The party would be held the eve of his actual birthday, and you arrived at the venue with hours to spare. Your father and sister are by the entrance, speaking to Mr. Jeon, you greet them.

“Hi, Mr. Jeon! Where should I put the gifts?”

“Oh—“ Surprised, he looks at your father, “You’ve brought gifts—“ He seems… surprised? As if it were so weird to bring presents to a birthday party. “Uh— I’m not sure, let me check with my wife where you could place those.”

You father nervously sips on his champagne, avoiding your sister’s burning looks.

“You haven’t told her,” Your sister turns to your father, “Why didn’t you tell her?”

“Tell me what?” You ask.

“Honey… This isn’t Wonwoo’s birthday party…” Your father speaks very slowly, gauging for your reaction at his every word.

Eyebrows raised, you question, “What do you mean?”

“It’s an engagement party, he’s getting engaged to Suzy,” Your sister rips the band-aid off.

And you feel the air being sucked out of your lungs at once, an agonising knot pulls at your throat and your nose stings with the threat of tears. The shopping bags fall from your hands and you fight off the urge to bawl your eyes out.

Before you actually do cry your eyes out, you rush outside.

“Baby—“ Your father calls but you just storm off, not wanting to be near anyone.

Engaged? Engaged!

Engaged…

Wonwoo was getting fucking engaged.

With a bitch named Suzy who had the prettiest hair you’d ever seen and knew how to talk to investors and could speak a thousand languages. And worst of all, she was the kindest, sweetest girl ever. You couldn’t even hate her!

You weren’t even allowed that! As much as you weren’t allowed a simple heads up. How hard was it to tell you beforehand “Hey, the guy you’ve loved your entirely life is getting married to some girl and you just brought lemon pies to his engagement party, thought you’d want to know.”

Maybe you should’ve taken the pies with you, at least you’d have some comfort.

You know what, what the fuck. Why didn’t Wonwoo tell you anything?! It had been barely a couple of days since you saw each other, why couldn’t he tell you? Were you not even worthy of that?

Like having known each other your entire lives doesn’t make you worthy of such ”wonderful” news? How hard is it to tell someone in passing that you’re getting engaged! And now, you’re supposed to smile all night and pretend like your guts aren’t festering in rage and melancholy and your blood doesn’t run cold at the mere thought of Wonwoo walking down the aisle.

Giving it a second thought, maybe it wasn’t set in stone yet.

It’s the modern times and even back in your parents’ days, engagements were broken off all the time! He might not marry Suzy. You might have a chance.

Maybe you could ask— no, you could plead with your father to tell Mr. Jeon to think it all over. Wonwoo is still young, it’s not time to settle down just yet. He wanted to study abroad, he talked about the automobile industry in Europe with such amaze, and if that took a little longer, maybe Suzy would get tired of waiting?

Who were you fooling? You should’ve seen it coming.

Of course, he wouldn’t have married you, what were you thinking?!

He’s the Jeon’s precious firstborn and you’re… someone who can’t even tell apart the sizing in wrenches — To top it all off, Suzy was notably great with mechanics.

You really wish you had those pies with you, it would make your salty tears a little sweeter.

By the time you’re done sobbing in your car, you look a hot mess with runny make-up and swollen eyes. With a sigh, you pull out your purse and muster up any cosmetics that can save you for tonight.

You could cry all you wanted at home, but right now, you needed to look pretty and have your pictures taken.

By the time you return, the party is to start and guests are gathering at the front, your sister immediately rushes to your side.

“Are you okay?” she whispers, soft hands reaching for yours.

Forcing out a smile, “Of course! Who do you think I am?”

By the look on her face, you know she doesn’t trust your words not one bit, but will not pry at your emotions any further. At least not for tonight, you’re sure tomorrow she will grill you about this. But for now, you put on a bright smile and greet all the guests.

From the Jeon’s, Seokmin is the third to arrive, missing only by the birthday boy himself. But he immediately greets his parents and comes to greet your family.

“Hey!” You smile, putting aside your glass of champagne so you can hug him properly.

“How you doin’?” He asks, gorgeous smile on display.

“I’m— Well—“

“They’ve told you then—“

You press your lipstick coloured lips into a thin line, “Yeah,” You nod.

“Shit.”

“Yeah,” You shrug, “I’m happy, Suzy is… a—“ Nice words. Nice words. “—wonderful girl.”

Seokmin offers you a sweet smile. “Let’s hope she can handle his tantrums,” he nudges at your arm.

“Oh, please!” You laugh.

Wonwoo was known for sometimes having a bit of a short temper, not often, by any means and maybe that’s what made them so memorable. Like the one time he couldn’t finish a puzzle during game night, so he gathered all the pieces and set the ablaze in the backyard.

“Or—“ A waiter passes by with a tray full of champagne and he so kindly grabs two glasses, offering you one. “Listen to this— He gets to the church, covered in grease from head to toe.”

You laugh at the thought. Gods, how many times has Wonwoo decided to work on an engine while wearing his most expensive outfit? His mother nearly had a fit every time he would show up dishevelled and smelling like motor oil pretending like nothing’s wrong.

“Please,” You sip at your drink, “I bet he’s gonna be all greased up tonight.”

Seokmin laughs wholeheartedly. He was the sort of guy to never hold back a fit of giggles no matter how inappropriate it may be, and it was certainly refreshing to know someone genuinely found your company enjoyable.

“For sure, I think her parents will freak out.”

You nod.

Tapping at your glass, you hesitate the following words, “Guess we’ll be the ones getting married for the family, then…”

You didn’t hate Seokmin, far from it. You loved him to bits— Not like Wonwoo, of course, you believed you would never love a man like you loved Wonwoo, ever again.

He was funny, and such a gentleman. Not to mention, handsome, too. If you weren’t hopelessly in love with his brother, he would’ve been the perfect husband of your dreams. But he did deserve better than a wife who could never give him what he deserves.

“Sorry about that,” Seokmin comforts you and that only makes your nose sting with the threat of more tears.

“Stooop!” You whine in a shaky voice and he’s overcome with worry.

“Hey— What’s wrong—?”

“Don’t be so sweet— I’m emotional tonight—“ You laugh at your emotional state, despite the teary-eyes.

“Are you a crybaby tonight?”

You nod, fanning your eyes in the hope of drying your tears before they can wash away your makeup.

Seokmin smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and you lean against his chest, fighting the urge to cry.

It’s only when you’re certain you won’t bawl your eyes out, that you respond. “It’s not that I hate you, you know I love you, but… You deserve someone that will love you like a husband.”

He nods, “I know— But it might not be so bad, we’re friends! We’ll have sleepovers every day, and we’ll have Italian every night, we’ll watch those silly movies you like…” Seokmin lists off all the things you would do in your very platonic marriage and it doesn’t sound so bad.

He knew exactly how you felt, he loved you, of course he did, you were so precious in his eyes, but not like a lover.

You pull your face away from his chest to look up at him, “Are you gonna let me choose your clothes?”

Seokmin sighs. You hated his questionable fashion since forever and in only very rare occasions did he accept your input, any other time and he assaulted your spirit with clashing patterns and silly shoes.

“Fine—!”

You smile brightly, properly comforted.

Before you can tease him any further, you spot Wonwoo entering the venue. Although he is immediately swarmed with congratulatory words, his shy nature makes it so his only response is always an awkward smile.

He immediately spots you among the crowd.

You breathe in. In that moment, despite knowing he was sworn to another, that did not stop your heart from fluttering at the sight of him, his broad shoulders and the crooked tie he clearly put on a rush.

“Congrats, bro!” Seokmin is the first one to greet him, not letting go of your shoulder but instead pulling Wonwoo into a semi-hug.

“Seokmin…” Wonwoo eyes his brother and then you, and then his brother again.

“Congrats, Nonu,” You smile, letting go of Seokmin’s comfort to reach for a hug.

Wonwoo smiles, letting you cling onto his neck, your citric perfume seeping into his clothes and body.

Oh, how his warmth could never compare to another. How you craved his affection like no other.

“Thanks— Uh, did you bring me anything?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“Ey— Nonu!” Seokmin scolds his brother.

“How did you know I brought you something?” You giggle, pulling away from the hug.

Wonwoo shrugs.

You reach for his crooked tie, straightening it to the best of your abilities. “I brought it earlier, but I think your mum took it to the back room,” You explain, focused on the tie.

He, however is focused on your concentrated face, parted red lips and furrowed brows. The proximity that lets him almost feel your chest pressed against his, as if extending the hug.

“However, you, mister, have to greet your guests!” You scold, setting his tie in place.

Seokmin joins in, once again throwing his arm around your shoulder. “That’s right, mum already gave me an earful about how late you were— And I got here on time!”

“Yeah— Yeah— You’re right,” Wonwoo nods.

“Liquid courage?” You offer your half-drunk glass of champagne and he downs it in one go.

You and Seokmin goof around a little more and gossip about certain guests behind their backs. Dinner is served and you all sit down to eat, Seokmin insists you sit beside him, which just so happens to also be next to Wonwoo. And you thank him for indulging you one last time.

Wonwoo is mostly quiet, but you were used to him not being rather fond of public parties, especially when all of the attention is on him. On his other side, sits Suzy, the blushing bride-to-be. She tries to make conversation with Wonwoo, though most of it falls flat, he only ever gives her monosyllabic answers and rarely contributes to discussions.

That is until Mr. and Mrs. Jeon stand up, tapping forks to their glasses to call for everyone’s attention. The room quiets down instantly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our little gathering tonight,” Mr Jeon greets the guests. “We have some wonderful news we would like to share with you all.”

“My beautiful son, how proud I am of you,” He adds, “Every day I am amazed at your intellect. Often, I question just where did you get those smarts!”

Everyone laughs.

“You have grown into a fine man, and I can’t take credit for any of it. You are the most mature, talented, and intelligent boy and you did it all by yourself— ”

You can watch how Wonwoo’s eyes gloss over with tears.

“I’m growing old, you know. And every father wants the guarantee that his children will be taken care of… That’s why I’m so relieved and happy to announce that my worries will soon be gone—“ He laughs but his son’s smile falters, “I’d like to announce the engagement of my son, Wonwoo, to this beautiful young lady named Suzanne. Welcome to the family, Suzy.”

He raises his glass and soon, the room fills with uproar. Everyone claps and you join in, smiling toward Mr. Jeon and Suzy. She stands up, thanking everyone and raising her own glass.

But Wonwoo doesn’t move.

“Nonu?” You whisper.

In his ears all that can be heard is muffled screams of joy and the incessant acute ringing. He closes his fists so tight that his blunt nails almost break through skin, he doesn’t look at you, but it’s so clear something is wrong.

You and Seokmin exchange glances.

Before you can call for him again, he stands up at once, the chair falling behind him with a loud bang that silences the room in an instant. In large and rushed strides, Wonwoo leaves for the patio.

You stand up and follow him.

“Wonwoo!” You call out, almost tripping over your party heels.

He stands in the yard, hand gripping at his gelled hair while the other fights with his tie, pulling at the suffocating fabric until it slides down.

The yard is decorated with a gorgeous fountain, sound of running water somewhat soothing in this moment.

“Nonu, what’s wrong?” You whisper, a hand reaching for his heaving shoulder.

“What wrong?!” He yells back, shoving your hand away, “Did you not fuckin’ hear ‘em?!”

You step back and his gaze somewhat softens, realising he just pushed you.

“You didn’t know…” You whisper to yourself, epiphany hitting you like a punch to the gut. How could Mr. Jeon do this?! Throw this on him without any previous warning?!

“You— You knew?” His voice is shaky, laced with the sharp sting of betrayal.

“I found it out myself tonight when I got here— I— I thought you knew! I thought you agreed to it!” You argue.

“How— How can you think I would agree to marry someone—“ His words trail off in the night breeze, never to be finished.

“Then— What will you do?”

“I don’t know!”

You bite at your nails, finding a concrete surface to sit on and ponder.

“I must leave—“ He speaks out, “Run away with me—“

“What?!” you stand up.

“Let’s leave, drive somewhere— Wherever! I can’t stay a moment longer in this place.”

Oh, what a dilemma it was.

Abandon an engagement party with the groom-to-be, leaving behind furious parents and confused guests. And part of you knew that, despite your family’s closeness and no matter how much your father claimed you were all very close like family, driving off in the middle of the night with a committed man was a blow to any respectable, single, young ladies.

What a dilemma it could’ve been if you weren’t so enamoured with this man you would beck at any given call of his.

“I’ll get my bag and tell your parents you want to stay out here for a couple of minutes,” You announce and he nods.

As you walk back into the venue, all eyes are on you.

“He’s got the wedding jitters, everyone, not to worry. Wonwoo will return after he’s had a bit of fresh air,” You announce with a smile and all guests return to their previous activities.

But Mr. Jeon immediately corners you.

“What is he thinking?!” He half-yells, half-whispers.

“He’s just nervous, it’s a big bit of news…” You lie through your teeth, “I think a little heads up would’ve helped, you know he doesn’t do well with surprises.”

The man sighs, “He wouldn’t ever agree to it. I’ve offered him countless girls to marry and he never accepts any of them.“ Mr. Jeon looks at you and then sighs. “Do me a favour, convince him to come back, will you?”

“Yes, sir,” You nod and head off into the back rooms.

Unbeknown to you, Seokmin is on your trail and he waits until you are in the back lounge, gathering your bags and jacket to close the door and corner you.

“What the hell happened?”

You jump at the sudden intrusion, “You scared me!” You whisper.

“Sorry,” He whispers back.

“He didn’t know!”

“What?!” He says in a normal tone, soon realising just how loud that was.

“What I said, I think your dad set up a trap… He knows Wonwoo won’t go against his word.”

“Shit. What are we gonna do?”

“He wants to run away,” You announce.

Seokmin looks at you, and then at the purse hanging from your should and the jacket in your hands.

“And you’re coming with him?”

“I can’t leave him alone, not tonight.”

“And where are you going?”

“I don’t know,”

“And when are you coming back?”

“I don’t know.”

“You are coming back, right?”

“I have no idea, Seokmin,” You realise, but the prospect doesn’t scare you as badly.

He scratches at his head. “Leave through the kitchen, I’ll hold off my dad. Make sure to give me a call once you guys are… I don’t know— Just give a call, will you?”

You nod, pulling him into a hug.

Doing as he instructed, you pass through the kitchen staff and rush through the backdoor, unseen by the guests. Wonwoo is sitting on a concrete bench, his head between his hands.

“Ready?” You call out.

Wonwoo looks up, nodding before he rises to his height. You offer him a comforting smile and reach for his hand.

Once you get hold of his hand, you bolt across the yard toward the parking lot. He almost stumbles over his lanky legs, but catches up rather fast. You throw your stuff on the backseat and enter your car, Wonwoo decides to jump over the door.

You laugh at his antics with a shake of your head.

Once your heels are discarded, you start the engine and drive off, leaving behind that dreaded engagement party. Wonwoo busies himself with shedding his formal wear, throwing his tie on the floor and removing his blazer.

In any other occasion, this could’ve been such a lovely late-night drive, just the two of you in your beloved car, night breeze caressing your faces with her ice-cold kisses, cruising through deserted roads, barely a soul in sight except for the night owls.

And you might allow yourself to enjoy this moment.

The silence isn’t a bother, no, Wonwoo was always a man of comfortable silences to you, but this once, you’re worried about goes on in that busy mind of his.

“You alright?” You ask, looking away from the road to steal a glance or two at him.

“Yeah,” He replies.

“Truly?”

“No,” He scoffs at his own lie. “But I’ll be.”

You nod.

You drive out of town and on the interstate roads for ages until Wonwoo finally speaks up. You’re completely engulfed in darkness except for your headlights.

“We should stop soon and have a rest.”

“Okay,” You nod, “Any preferences?”

“Anywhere.”

And so you tell him to keep his eyes peeled open when a sign on the road says there should be a motel in the next couple KM. It doesn’t take too long before you’re pulling into the parking lot of a roadside motel, much of a far-cry from your expensive hotels and luxury living.

You check in at the front desk with an old man who seems very unhappy with his life, he short of throws the keys your way.

The room is… surprisingly nice, given the circumstances of the ambience. Only problem is the, although quite large, singular bed. You exchange glances.

“Shit,” Wonwoo curses, “I’m gonna

“You wanna get hit?” You joke, “He’s minutes away from killing us over this room. We can just share the bed.”

He looks at you with wide eyes. “I’ll sleep in the tub.”

Oh, he certainly seems to hate the idea of sharing a bed with you, huh.

“Nonu, please, it’s late and we’re both tired. It will be just like when we were kids,” You explain, setting aside your stuff.

Wonwoo nods, sitting on the strangely comfortable bed.

“You think they have robes?” You ask, looking around.

“Wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Oh, I’d kill to get out of this dress,” You whine, running to the bathroom to check for anything you could wear instead of your dress.

He just bites at his lips, watching you pace from side to side in that tiny bedroom.

That’s when you remember your forgotten shopping bags sitting in the trunk! Your compulsive shopping habits just saved you from a very uncomfortable night’s sleep, how convenient!

“I think I have some clothes in my car,” You announce, grabbing the keys and heading toward the door.

“Wait, you’re going by yourself? let me go with you.”

“I don’t wanna lock the door, though,” You whine.

He sighs, “Stay here, I’ll go.”

You jump, “Thank you, Nonu!”

While Wonwoo rummages through your trunk and pulls out the surprising large amount of shopping bags, you shed off your clothes and head toward the bathroom, dying to get some hot water on your body, put on your new PJs and doze off.

When he returns however, he is greeted by a sight any other man would die to see. You’ve left a trail of clothes from the bed toward the bathroom door. Starting on your pretty dress, splayed out over tiled-floor, and then your tights and then your underwear, matching, too—

He clears his throat. “I’m back!”

But you probably don’t hear him through the running shower, so he just sets down the bags and avoid the sight of your clothes. He decides to turn on the tiny TV and browse through any late night re-runs. You take only a couple of minutes in your shower.

“Nonu?” You ask from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” He turns down the TV.

“Did you find the clothes?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you bring me something to wear?” Wonwoo gulps.

“Uh— Which one?”

“There should be a light blue bag and a pink one.”

“Okay—“ He stands up and searches for the aforementioned colours.

Wonwoo heads to the bathroom door and leans against the wall, facing away from the door. He knocks once. You open the door and shove your arm through, reaching for the bags.

“Thank youu!”

He returns to the boring TV. Though all he could think about was the sight of your wet supple skin, knowing you were bare with only a thin sheet of plywood separating you.

You leave the bathroom smelling of cheap soap and fresh into your brand new nightgown. It is tentatively short with an almost see-through round of lace over the hems. In your defence, you weren’t planning on showing this nightgown to anyone anytime soon.

Sitting on the bed, you look around the room, not noticing how Wonwoo’s eyes don’t really meet yours or how red his ears seem to burn.

“Aren’t you gonna shower?” You ask.

“Feels a bit redundant to shower and get back into my dirty clothes.”

“I think I might have something for you, if you don’t want to sleep in a suit,” You pry.

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“But you can’t judge! I bought this for my dad because you know he deals very poorly with the heat— And he never buys himself anything!” You’re explaining yourself in advance because you remember very well what you bought.

Silky boxer shorts and a tank top, which your father loved to sleep in on stuffy summer nights but you doubted would be Wonwoo’s first choice of wear, ever.

He haggles with his own mind; give into the silky boxer shorts or sleep in the most uncomfortable outfit ever. With a tired sigh, Wonwoo accepts his fate and grabs the bag.

You smile as he stomps toward the bathroom with a defeated frown.

By the time he returns, you’ve cleaned up your trail of clothes and made yourself very comfortable in the bed. You turn your head to face him.

God, he could make a potato sack look good.

“How’s the fit?” You pull your eyes away before you look for too long.

Wonwoo shrugs, “I’ve had worse.”

You laugh.

He coyly joins you in bed, keeping a large gap between your bodies, settling on top of the covers while you’re under their warmth.

“Ain’t you cold?” You ask, fidgeting with the TV remote.

Wonwoo shakes his head, leaning back into the headboard. With a pout, you cross the figurative bridge between the two of you and reach for him. He doesn’t shy away from your touch but it visibly confused.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, hands hovering in the air, far away from your exposed back.

“I’m sorry your birthday party sucked,” You murmur against his chest, Wonwoo smiles softly, letting his hands rest on you.

“It didn’t suck in its entirety,” he says, palms slightly tapping at your back, “it was fun running away with you.”

You giggle at his comment, heart fluttering at its meaning, “What are we going to do? About the engagement, I mean…”

“We?” He raises an eyebrow.

You pull away from him.

“Well— You dragged me into this!” You slap at his chest and he lets out a boisterous laugh that almost manages to pull the corners of your from into a smile.

“I know, I’m taking the piss out of you,” He extends his arms, pulling you back to your previous position, resuming the soft caresses he leaves on your arms. “I don’t know— This is the first time I’ve ever gone against my father.”

You sigh. “Don’t you wanna marry Suzy?”

There’s a pause and oh, you’re begging, wishing to hear the words you want most.

“Fuck no!” Wonwoo exclaims and you fail to hide your excitement.

“She is pretty,” You throw the bait, to pry at his true feelings.

“So is your sister, should I just marry any pretty girl?”

You raise from your position, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. Wonwoo looks at you, completely clueless to his words and its consequences.

“What the hell?!”

“What?”

Kicking off the covers in a flurry, you kneel on the bed, staring at him dead in the eyes. “You have the hots for my sister!”

It’s Wonwoo’s turn to get angry, “What?! No— You’re twisting my words—“

“I’m twisting your words?! You just said you think my sister is pretty!”

“Because she is!”

You jaw drops, you can’t believe he is doubling down. “Wow,” you shake your head.

“What’s wrong with saying that?”

You shrug, turning away from him and crossing your arms. “I don’t know, why don’t you just go an marry my sister, then.”

Only then, does this thick-headed man you love so much realise he has been complimenting other girls without so much as telling you a single nice word — the bare minimum. He sighs and offers you a soft smile, shifting in the bed until he is near you again.

“I don’t want to marry your sister. I think she is pretty, but she’s not the prettiest sister, you are.” He waits for your reaction.

Hook, line and sinker.

You turn around immediately, a hint of smile playing in your pretty lips.

That’s enough for him to break into a wide smile, opening his arms to welcome you back into his warmth. You crash into his chest, wrapping yourself around his torso.

He groans, falling back into the mattress but not letting go of you.

Minutes pass before you speak again. “It’s past midnight…” You whisper.

“It’s well past midnight… Why?”

You shift upwards until your faces are only inches apart, breath tickling his lips, your beautiful eyes gleaming under dim motel lighting. “Happy birthday,” You whisper between smiles, “Make a wish.”

Wonwoo breathes in, eyes scanning your face, “There’s one thing I want…”

“What is it?”

If he said it out loud, he might’ve lost all courage to do so.

So he just does it, Wonwoo leans forward until his lips meet yours in a chaste kiss.

It probably lasted a couple of seconds, but those seconds felt like a lifetime when you were finally kissing the man you’ve loved for god knows how long. There’s a spark of electricity that burns bright from the moment your lips touch and travels through your body, blood boiling in excitement, shyness, and pure love.

When the kiss ends, Wonwoo studies your face, watching for any sign of discomfort. Which is even more worrying when you’re standing there, froze solid with an empty stare.

But thankfully, before he can say anything, you throw caution into the wind.

You pull him into a kiss. Throwing every sense of morale and shame you had out the damn window. He was a man sworn to another, for Pete's sake! But here you here, crashing your lips into his perfect, soft ones.

Wonwoo lets out a quiet groan, almost inaudible, but you hear it, oh yes, you do. And it runs straight through your chest and down to your core.

Although the sensible, rational part of your brain tells you to quit kissing him at once and just apologise, the other 99% of your brain, who’s been in love with him since forever, wants nothing of the sort. And you might have listened to the not-so-rational part of you, because you just deepened the kiss, shifting your weight until you’re partially on top of him.

Your lips move against him, shyly exploring this kiss, engraving every moment into your memory.

Yet he reciprocates. His warm hands finds your waist, holding you flush against his torso, heartbeats thumping completely in-sync. You wrap your arms around his neck and he takes the chance to pull you deeper into those dangerous lips of his. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, licking and twirling against yours, hot and eager.

He dips his head, one hand reaches to tangle into your hair and manoeuvre you around, allowing himself complete freedom to explore every bit of your mouth.

Wonwoo kisses like no other. Not that you had too much of a repertoire to compare him to.

But he consumes your lips with an unbound hunger, nothing similar to the calm and collected Wonwoo you knew, no. He’s hungry, messy, and very clumsy, clashing teeth one too many times, letting saliva drip down your chins and struggling to move with you on top of him.

When you part the kiss, you lay there breathless, gazing into his ridiculously beautiful beady eyes and long eyelashes, his handsome sharp nose and the most kissable lips you’ll ever see.

It was breathtaking, mind-blowing and nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Your heart beats so fast you feel as if you might pass out at any moment but you’d die before you give up experiencing that again.

“What was that?” He whispers and his breath tickle your kiss-swollen lips.

“Your birthday gift,” You bite at your lower lip. “Did you like it?”

Wonwoo smiles, breathless and half-lidded and your heart damn near bursts. “I did. Did you?”

You nod.

He nods. “Wanna do it again?”

You nod and he gives you that stupidly handsome smile of his.

And once again, you’re attached at the lips. This once, nothing like before, which you though impossible. It’s so much more desperate and it burns, it boils your blood in absolute desire. It leaves you light-headed, it wipes away your cognitive thoughts and leaves behind a foggy cloud of barely strung-together words that only translate into wanting more. More of him.

You sigh into the kiss and he drinks it all up, he consumes everything you give him with erratic hands and eager tongue.

Wonwoo leaves your lips and you whine with a breathless sigh of his name, almost chipping at any resolve he had left. But he nips at your neck nonetheless, warm, wet tongue trailing along your skin, making you twitch in his arms with the most delectable little ‘yips’ of surprise.

He bites, feral and determined; determined to make his claim, to leave behind his mark on your body, to indulge in carnal pleasure without a prospect of tomorrow, letting everything else be a construct beyond these motel walls, away from where you laid. Away from this reality where he had you in his hands and you moaned his name with a soft smile.

Practically tearing your nightgown, he pulls the silky fabric just enough until your tits spill out of its confine. Wonwoo sighs at the sight, fingers trailing the contour of your boobs, raising goosebumps along sensitive skin. His eyes are burning in adoration, the most depraved glaze of hunger hidden behind sheer excitement.

He dives in, hands kneading at the flesh, squishing soft skin.

Slender fingers caress your aereolas, running fingernails along your nipples in curiosity, watching you squirm and bite at your lips as your nipples begin to perk up.

And when you thought he was done, Wonwoo attaches his mouth to your nipple, sloppily running his tongue around it before he sucks. He makes sure to let his teeth graze, just to watch you jump.

All while his other hand makes work of your unattended boob, your attention is so thinly divided between his teasing fingers and his hot tongue and the sweetest, most satisfied groans that erupt from his throat.

Your face burns and you bite at the back of your hand, shoving down every stubborn moan that tries to make it past; but he won’t have that, no. Wonwoo reaches for your arms, pinning them above your head without so much as pulling away from your tits.

Mindlessly, you’ve been rocking back and forth against him, chasing a gut feeling you’re unsure of but desire more than anything ever. And without realising, you’ve been teasing him just as much as he has you, which is clear by the volume contained by his shorts.

He wishes he could ravish your breasts all night, but any more of your squirming and he will come undone without so much as a touch from you.

Wonwoo pulls away, hands once against finding your waist as he pulls you back to his chest.

“You know what comes next, don’t you?” He whispers against your lips, half-lidded, lust-filled eyes gazing so deep into your own.

“I— I’ve never done it before,” You confess.

And something stirs within him, to know he is your first, the first and only man to every touch you this way, to trace his lips over your gorgeous body, to settle inside of you.

Wonwoo smiles and kisses your nose, “I don’t care… But only if you don’t care that I haven’t either.”

You’re surprised, to say the least.

Kissing in between smiles, you raise to your knees, letting him tug at the hem of shorts just enough to free his cock.

It’s nothing like you’ve seen before and unlike the illustrations you remember from school. It’s red and veiny and it glistens with pre-cum under the dim lighting.

But it’s a part of him and you can’t help that your belly stirs at the sight of him stroking himself.

When you reach for the hem of your nightgown, his hands stop you.

“Keep it on—“ He whispers.

“Why?”

“We’ve got all night to take it off,” He runs his tongue through his top teeth with a side smirk and you almost smack him up the head for being such a little shit.

As he asked so kindly, you bunch up your nightgown around your waist, hips circling around his warmth, meanwhile he’s playing with the flesh of your love handles, kneading and running his fingers over your skin.

“Ready?”

You nod. He raises your hips and lets you control the pace, you feed in his cock, centimetre by centimetre, feeling it’s girth tear at your walls with an unimaginable sting, it burns hot and heavy in your hands.

Crashing onto his chest, you cry out a pained yelp.

Wonwoo run his fingers over your back, kissing the top of your head, his eyebrows are bunched up, face painted with worry. “We can stop— Let’s stop—“

“No!” you raise your head and he can see the tiny droplets bundling around your eyelashes, “Just gimme a minute!”

So you sit there, his cock half-in, pulsing angry red and throbbing under the tease of warmth and tightness. Especially when you look so breathtakingly gorgeous, he gulps, leaning back against the headboard, urging his mind to be strong.

It takes you minutes to get used to it, to slowly let the size settle until your muscles are well and accustomed to it and then you start it all over again, feeding the remaining inches until he’s bottomed out.

And oh heavens, how utterly full and hot you felt. Despite the stinging pain, part of you wants to chase the pleasure, clenching in sheer hunger.

Wonwoo stares up at you, looking for any signs of discomfort but he is met with the most enticing, beautiful, and tempting creature he’s ever laid his eyes upon. Your eyes are glassy with tears, but you’ve got a determined look on your face with a hint of a smirk that sends shivers down his spine and up his cock.

“Shit,” He curses out with a smile, leaning back and rutting into your hips only to watch your eyebrows furrow and your mouth gape, a moan threatening to escape. “Ready to move, pretty girl?”

You breathe out, “Yeah.”

Steadying yourself against his chest, you raise your hips, feeling his absence leave you upsettingly empty until you let your body crash back down, his cock impaling you with its warmth once again. You rock against him, shallowly, though the motion is unbearably teasing, even for you.

Wonwoo lets out an obscene, strained moan, fingernails digging into your waist, but you’re too focused on rocking your hips to notice. How he wants nothing but to piston his hips into your pussy like there is no tomorrow, he relishes in the feeling of your warmth, tight and gummy around his throbbing member.

And he finds you might be just as insatiable as he is, especially when you’ve found yourself a steady pace, bouncing up and down, and his name pours out of your lips in such a beautiful manner. Though he can’t just let you have all the control, can he?

“Oh—“ You yip, “Feels so— Good—“ Still unsure of your thought, you explore the feeling, rolling your hips, feeling him stretch your wider, fill your insides and leave you full like you’ve never felt before.

His hips meet yours half way, chasing your cunt every time you leave and pounding into you when you come back down, filling the room with guttural groans and the lewd sound of skin against skin.

You run your fingers under his shirt, feeling bare, warm skin, the softness of his flesh against your hands, the definition of his pecs and the way his nipples peek through the fabric. Wonwoo groans at the way your manicured nails scratch at his chest, gathering momentum as you bounce yourself on top of him.

He notices you’ve started moving faster, practically fucking yourself stupid on his cock and he would tease you halfway through tomorrow if he didn’t find himself in such a similar predicament. His pupils are blown wide, eyebrows furrowed across his brow, pretty lips hanging agape. You’re so utterly perfect and you were all his.

“Tell me how you feel, baby,” He whispers, slowing down for a second.

You sigh, nuzzling against his neck, “So good— I can’t even describe it—“ Your words are so airy and mindless, you’ve been consumed by the pleasure he gives you.

He catches the sight of the white rim that pools around his member, a mix of your juices, but it’s gone, sheathed inside you before he can admire it. There’s a poisoning thought that flashes in his mind, a fleeting, tempting picture. Of planting his seed in your womb, watching your grow full with child, his child. How absolutely breathtaking you would look, round cheeks and gorgeous smile, pretty fingers caressing your bump. And he would taint your taut stomach with his cum, watching it drip over your skin.

Wonwoo bites his lips so hard it breaks skin, throwing his head back, willing his mind somewhere else, anything else lest he come undone right then and there.

Stomach tingling with indescribable pleasure, you lean forward, moaning incessantly, unable to contain your ecstasy. He supports your body, wrapping strong arms around your torso, firm hands planted on your hips, taking over the moving so you can lay still and let the buzz consume your body with its electric touch.

It’s a feeling you’ve never felt before, and it crashes over your body in a colossal wave, building up from the pit of your stomach; sending tingles rushing through your boiling blood.

You raise your head, eyes meeting his and it seems he is familiar with this pleasure. His left hand meets your face, caressing your cheek, yet holding you still so he can gaze, he can watch you come undone around him.

Wonwoo watches, unblinking, how your eyebrows furry, your eyes are glossy with tears that cling to your pretty lashes, your lips sit in an enticing pout. Yet you part them, letting out increasingly louder cries of his name.

And you clench around him like there is no tomorrow, egging him on. He thrusts up into you, riding out your orgasm and chasing his over the edge.

He crashes his lips into yours, savouring your hazy kiss, your tired sighs and it doesn’t take long before he’s spurting hot white strings into you, it trickles down him and stains the silk fabric of his boxers.

Soon, he stills all movement except for heavy breathing and the soothing circles he runs over your exposed back.

He kisses your hair. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” You breathe out, “Tired. But good.”

His chest shakes with a soft chuckle, he runs slender fingers along your hairline, fixing any hairs that cling to sweaty skin. “Me too.”

“It felt amazing,” You smile, raising your head to face him. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Wonwoo hums.

“I’m glad it was you, Nonu,” You hid your face against his neck in embarrassment at your own mushy words, but Wonwoo feels their extent, hiding the blush of his cheeks.

It doesn’t take long before the post-orgasm haze lulls you into sleep.

And you slept like never before.

The following morning, Wonwoo wakes up to an empty bed. He panics for a second or two, scrambling to look for your belongings, only to find everything is still there.

Calm, he washes himself up and gets dressed to leave. Finally having a moment to digest the previous night’s events.

He had made up his mind, he would confront his father. His future was his to decide on.

Looking for you, Wonwoo reaches the foyer, only to see you leaning against the wall, attached to the payphone. When your eyes meet his, you immediately say your goodbyes, ending the call.

“Who did you call?” Wonwoo crosses his strong arms against his chest and you try to ignore the sight of his muscly forearms peeking from the folded sleeves.

You don’t like his tone. “Seokmin.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Why did you call him?”

“I promised I would,” You shrug.

Wonwoo can’t believe you would call Seokmin out of everyone, especially after you were glued to him last night at the party. “Why him?”

“He’s worried about you, you stupid— Stupid—“ You choke out on any mean names, simply stomping away from him.

Why was Wonwoo being so mean so early in the morning? You thought after the amazing night you spent together things would change between you. Stomping your way back to your room, you grumble under your breath.

While you’re folding your clothes, Wonwoo comes back.

“I’ll talk to my father,” He announces.

Before you can say anything about that, he continues. “We’ll get married— You and I, I mean— ” He clears his throat, “Will you marry me?”

Like a deer in headlights, you’re frozen, staring at him big-eyed with a dopey smile on your lips.

“You’ll marry me?” You question, just in case you’ve tricked yourself into hearing the words you’ve wanted most.

“Yes. And I— I’ll take full responsibility—“

You smile crashes into the ground. “You want to marry me out of… Responsibility?!” The words choke you on their way out.

Wonwoo furrows his eyebrows, not understanding why you would be upset. “Do you not want to?”

“No, I don’t want to fucking marry you!” Not like that.

His face falls and he assumes a much scarier look on his face. “What would you rather marry Seokmin, then?”

And in your fury, you blurt out “Yes! Yes, I would rather marry him!”

You realise your rejection hurt him, you do. But you’re so blindsided by your anger you can’t bring yourself to care, not when he sees you as a responsibility.

Wonwoo is suddenly not so angry, but indifferent. You watch his expression go away, replaced by one much scarier, in your opinion; nothing. A plain poker face.

“Gather your things and go to the car.”

It’s all he says before he leaves the room.

The ride back is the most nerve-racking hours you’ve ever experienced. Wonwoo is silent, even you huff and puff under your breath, angrily chewing on your breakfast of vending machine snacks.

Though he says one phrase as you reach the city. “Leave me here.”

And that’s the last you saw of him for over a month.

Your previous anger dries up, turning into sadness. Then you’re furious. And heartbroken until you’ve accepted your reality. You’ve ruined your friendship and lost the love of your life.

It takes your sister plucking you out of bed for you to finally leave your bedroom in weeks.

She was the first and only person you’ve told about the night spent with Wonwoo. Your parents were absolutely furious that you’d do something so dangerous, though relieved at your safety, they weren’t easy on their words.

“He’s not doing well, you know,” You sister says.

You humph.

“I’m serious. Daddy said he’s clumsy, keeps messing up his work. I think you should go and see him.”

Closing your eyes, you let out a worrisome sigh. You still cared way too much to hear those news and not do something about it.

So you dress up in whatever you can find and drive to his shop, building up a speech on your way there and practising every scenario. You just hoped everything could go back to the way it was.

He’s working on an old model, hunched over the hood in his light blue coveralls, stains of grease from head to toe.

“Knock knock,” You announced your presence, fidgeting with the hem of your dress, looking forward to meeting his eyes as much as you dread to.

Wonwoo immediately recognises your voice, turning around to meet your eyes.

And he looks just as wrecked as you felt. Deep-set eye bags and a tired gaze. Yet he still smiles just as handsomely.

“Hey,” He greets.

“Busy?”

“No! No,” Wonwoo scrambles, placing the wrench down removing his gloves.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, I actually— I wanted to talk to you, too.”

It’s somewhat relieving as well at it’s worrying to hear him say that, it could be an apology as well as an insult or something of the sort.

“We should— We should go to my office, someone might come in—“

“Yeah— We should.” You nod.

You walk into his office, one you’ve visited and killed time in quite often. But coming here after everything feels so crushing, all this distance between you.

“Go ahead—“

“You first—“

You both say at the same time and that seems to ease the stubborn awkwardness pooling in the air. You laugh.

“How about we say it together?”

“On 3?”

“1”

“2”

“3”

Breathing in, you say the words that come to your mind from the bottom of your heart.

“I want to marry you.”

“I love you.”

“What?!”

“What?!” Once again, you both say it at the same time.

“You want to marry me?” He breaks into a wide smile.

“And you love me?” The words feel so alien to you, you can barely believe your ears, you feel the tips of your fingers shake in excitement, your heart pounds so strongly against your rib cage you can almost hear the thumping.

Jeon Wonwoo just said he loves you.

“I— Are you sure you want to marry me? You said you didn’t want to!”

“Yes. Well— I’ve loved you since forever! So when you said you wanted to marry me just out of responsibility— I was heartbroken! It’s like you were forced into doing it!”

“I didn’t want to marry you out of responsibility! I’ve been planning to marry you since the beginning—“

You choke, “You what?!”

Wonwoo sighs, “I never wanted to marry your sister and she was well aware of that… We were blessed that she found her husband and when everything went well, I thought— I hoped that it’d mean we’d be the ones to be wed.”

Processing every word, you almost feel dizzy. “But you said you’d take responsibility!”

“For roping you into running away from my party.”

“Oh.” You’re beyond embarrassed for assuming and above all, for getting so angry you didn’t even let him explain himself.

“I should’ve been clearer,” He admits.

“No— I should’ve talked to you.”

Wonwoo smiles. “Thank you.”

With tiny tears threatening to fall, you can only confirm what you want to know the most.

“You love me?”

“Always,” He smiles.

Wonwoo seems to remember something, he raises his finger in a “wait” motion and leans over his desk, reaching for the top drawer. It’s only when you catch a peek of the velvet box that you almost keel over.

Gulping, he gathers his courage.

In his grease-stained coveralls that smells of expensive cologne and lavender cleaning supplies, Jeon Wonwoo gets down on one knee, nervously looking up at your with his stupidly gorgeous beady eyes and an expectant smile.

“Will you marry me?”

And in your least presentable dress, the one he’d ruined with grease stains and an unruly hairdo, you respond with the biggest smile:

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Had you been questioned, there would be an answer to just how long you will love Jeon Wonwoo.

You’ll love him forever.

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☆♡ JUNGKOOK FIC RECS ♡☆

this is a list of my favorite jungkook fics! most of these contain smut so no minors allowed. please show your love to all these amazing authors :) !!

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

SERIES

Birds by @missbickerbocker a f s strangers to lovers au (Doctor!Jungkook x TravelBlogger!Reader)

Summary - In Jungkook's world stability is key. He knows what exactly is expected of him as head doctor of Seoul's ER Unit. But when an unfortunate collision lands him at your bedside in his own ER unit, his stable world starts to shift. — the angst, the sexual tension, everything about this is just perfect!! doctor jk 😭🙌🏻

Gradation by @shina913 a f s bestfriend to lovers au fwb slow burn (Bestfriend!Jungkook x Reader)

Summary - On your wedding day your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from embarrassment and heartbreak, your bestfriend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal. — i remember coming back to this fic again and again because the entire storyline in itself was so comforting, everyone around oc was so caring and jungkook especially made my heart burst in this one!

Friday nights and takeout by @ahundredtimesover a f s strangers to friends to lovers (Idol!Jungkook x Reader)

Summary - You meet pop star/idol Jeon Jungkook at the café, you get close, and as Hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. But you’re bad at feelings and so is he — i love love love cute happy endings. there was a lot of scolding eachother but their dynamic itself was just endearing 🤧💖 @ahundredtimesover 's other works are also wonderful! you won't be disappointed checking them out!

Lost Stars by @yoongiofmine a f s strangers to friends to lovers au slow burn (Idol!Jungkook x Reader)

Summary - Jungkook was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasn’t expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you. — i read this in one sitting because it was so interesting! the twists in this story kept me engaged, i felt like i was in a movie.

Coquet by @shina913 a f s fake dating au strangers to lovers (Escort!Jungkook x Reader)

Summary - On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous. — another one by @shina913 because i can't get enough of their writing! the angst, fluff, smut everything was balanced so well. top notch literally. sexy escort jungkook made me get on my knees no joke 🙌🏻🤧

Once You Realize by @kooala a f s friends to lovers idol au (Idol!Jungkook x Idol!Reader)

Summary - Seeing your friend regularly turned out to be difficult because of your colliding schedules, but seeing him again after a couple of months something about the way you thought about Jungkook seemed to have shifted. If only you wouldn’t have started getting close with someone else before you had realized how you felt about your best friend — this indeed is the cutest falling in love story! it's a slowburn but not overwhelming. sjdhjsjs it's just adorable 🥲

ONESHOTS

In which drabble series by @onlyswan a f s established relationship au (Idol!Jungkook x Reader)

Summary - this is the cutest collection drabbles of boyfriend jungkook!! i recommend all of the installments, the writing is perfect, it's packed with perfectly illustrated details and vivid emotions and you can feel the love radiate from them 🥹 Art is by far my favorite writer on here 🙌🏻 these are a few of my personal favs from the installments -

in which jungkook comes home drunk but bam can’t speak f wc: 2.6k

— no because drunk jk is a menace and we all know it. this was so chaotic and fluffy it made me want to scream!!!

in which jungkook stumbles with his new pair of eyes f wc: 2.8k

— jungkook with glasses. my weakness. but this was so cute and fluffy! it's his little journey figuring out how to handle his glasses with oc!

in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give a f s wc: 8.3k

— this is actually a angsty one but it shows their ups and downs as a couple and gives more insight into their relationship!

The Boy with Galaxies in his Eyes by @oddinary4bts a f s wc: 52.9k strangers to fwb to lovers au (Idol!Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader)

Summary - you had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours? — this has a LOT of angst, i won't lie i cried a few times reading this too. the character growth in this was just so phenomenonal. i go back a lot to this and read it again and again just to re-live the story. and ofc the smut is an amazing add on toooo 😭🙌🏻

My babysitters a quarterback by @ohpretty-baby a f wc: 30k enemies to lovers high-school au (Quarterback/Babysitter!Jungkook x Cheerleader!Reader)

Summary - after getting cheated on by the star of the hockey team, park jimin, your life (as expected) goes downhill. what you don’t expect is your parents being skeptical of whether or not you’re a good older sibling for your sister. you also don’t expect them to call jeon jungkook—the person you hate most—to babysit the two of you.

or, alternatively: jungkook babysits you even though the two of you are the same age. — i love this so much oh my goshhhhh this is one of the fics which will make you laugh and cry at the same time. it's fluffy and their dynamic is absolutely adorable. it's sooooo beautifully written!! :))

Spring will come again by @baepsaesbae a f s wc: 10.9k strangers to lovers au (Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!Reader)

Summary - Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever? — everything in this just feels so warm and comforting and jk is so sweet and so precious in here. there's angst but a very cute happy ending. the writing was so well done and so well articulated!! <333

Safety Net by @pradaksj (TWO-SHOT) a f s enemies to friends to lovers roommates au (Boxer!Jungkook x Reader)

Summary - On new year’s eve, you and jungkook reflect on each other’s entire year together. — this is one of my favorite fics ever. it's hilarious and emotional at the same time. both are literally the definition of dumb and dumber 😭 @pradaksj did a lovely job at illustrating their relationship progression. boxer jk just has my entire heart 😵‍💫🙌🏻

Be-Ghoul-Ment by @dokyeomin f wc: 10.1k idiots to lovers university au (Blonde!Jungkook × Reader)

Summary - [beguilement (noun): an entertainment that provokes pleased interest and distracts you from worries and vexations] --- You hate haunted houses more than you’ve ever hated anything. You don’t understand the appeal. But this Halloween, you decide you might hate Kim Taehyung even more. — the cutest fic ever! jk and oc both being a nervous wreck in this was so relatable 😭, and I loved the side friendships with Taehyung and Hobi. It was so sweetly crafted and left me feeling happy inside.

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asscoups17 · 4 months

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Some of my Favorite Seventeen Fics

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

One shots ~

Crossroads ~ s a f @smileysuh (Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader) (19.8k)

Anteric ~ s a f @smileysuh (Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader) (wc: 16.6k)

Too much of a good thing ~ s a f @lovelyhan (wonwoo x f!reader x mingyu) (wc: 15.6k)

Always Only You ~ a s f @honeyhotteoks (brothers bestfriend! Cheol) (wc: 14.2k) (FAVORITE)

Good Luck, Fermata Tower ~ s a f @beefboyandbabygirl (fire-lookout!seungcheol x female!fire-lookout!reader) (wc: 13.9k)

Clowns ~ s a f @smileysuh (S.coups & Jeonghan & Joshua & Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 13.3k) (FAVORITE)

Creep ~ s a f @smileysuh (Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 9.1k) (FAVORITE)

it’s all fun and games ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 8.9k)

Dare You ~ s f @dontflailmenow (bf!Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 6k)

Fuck, Marry, Kill ~ s @bitchlessdino (fem!reader x ex!mingyu x shitstirrer!seungcheol x innocentbystander!wonwoo) (wc: 5.6k) (FAVORITE)

Vices and Virtues ~ s a f @lovelyhan (bodyguard!mingyu x fem!reader) (wc: 5.4k)

Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You? ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 3.9k)

The cake in the back! ~ s @toruro (dilf! Cheol) (wc: 3.8k)

Baby Fever ~ s @cheolhub (pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol) (wc: 3.4k)

Control Me ~ s @duhnova (gamerbf! Wonwo) (wc: 3k) (FAVORITE)

rules! “do i make you horny, baby?” ~ s @teeskz (gamer!seungcheol x fem!reader) (wc: 2.7k)

Practice Makes Perfect ~ s f @wongyuseokie (c.s.cxf!reader, j.w.wxf!reader, k.m.gxf!reader) (wc: 2.6k)

In The Dark Corners ~ s @sanakiras (fem!reader x ex!mingyu x bf!seungcheol) (wc: 2.2k)

gamers do it better ~ s @sluttyminghao (c.s.cxf!reader, j.w.wxf!reader) (wc: 2k)

On My Worst Behavior ~ s @sluttywoozi (rough Vernon) (wc: 0.6k)

Series ~

Challenge Me ~ s a @seokgyuu (Pairing: OT13 x afab!Reader) (All Separate) (Total wc: 94k) (10000/10) (FAVORITE) (Messy to say the least)

ice cold, cabin fever ~ s a f @smileysuh (Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 25.9k) (FAVORITE) (Part 2)

Hits Different (…’cause it’s you) ~ s a f @gyuswhore (brothers bestfriend! Mingyu x Fem!reader) (wc: 20.2k) (FAVORITE) (Emotional to say the least)

Bloodily Safe ~ s a @starlightxsvt (psychopath!wonwoo x fem!Reader) (wc: 18.5k) (Game On! pt2 : 6k)

Push It Down ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (ex bf’s bestfriend! Cheol) (pt 5(last part) (wc: 16.6k)

Getting Closer ~ s a f @milfgyuu (Wonwoo x Fem!reader x Mingyu) (pt 1: 10.8k)

Cat & Mouse ~ s f @wonusite (bad boy au; Wonwoo) (pt 2: 5.6k)

After Class ~ s f @rubyreduji (professor! Cheol) (pt 1: 1.6k) (4 parts in all)

Still adding to this list!

Last Update: 05/06/24

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l0mljeonjungkook · 2 years

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AGING FINE LIKE WINE | JJK x Reader

summary - It's your best friend's, no no no, your boyfriend's birthday and you slated a surprise for him, bestowing him with what he asked you eight months ago. But a simple beach date under the starry sky, on his birthday, was something which he least expected, you make his twenty-fifth birthday one hell of a souvenir.

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader

Warnings - 18+, a beach date, sex in the car, nipple play, explicit smut, pierced nipple kink, pregnancy mention, unprotected sex, lots of hickeys, breast kink.

Genre - childhood best friend au, childhood best friend to lovers, fluff, smut.

Word Count - 7k

A/N- It's a drabble of Home is where the heart is but could be read standalone. The first chapter of this series is - the present scenario and this drabble carries you to the past, and yes! there was no silhouette of Taehyung.

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*Alarm blares* you abruptly quiver, as if the blaring sound of the machine beside you, is drilling a hole in your head. You shut the machine abruptly like a shot it's half past four, and you turn your head to watch the man beside you, sleeping soundly. You rise a little and lean towards him, drinking in the sharp features that make him look ethereal diurnal, you smile when his lips turn up a little with your gentle touch and you love to see him smile and faint crinkles near his eyes, whilst he's in deep slumber.

You plant a soft and long kiss on his forehead, "Happiest Birthday the sweetest kookie of my life, I ever had and will forever have until I die, the best gift of my life, I could have ever asked in this lifetime, love of my life. May that smile shall remain forever on your lips and I would be grateful if I would be the reason for your smile, my love", you whisper in your very much raspy voice with blurry tears in your eyes, as you trace the left cheek scar with your thumb before placing a soft kiss.

If your memory serves you, it would be his fifteenth birthday with you as a friend, but as your boyfriend - it's fourth, to be exact. You have been subjected to a lot of conversation, rambling about why he does not like to celebrate his birthday but rather loves to stay at home, beside you binging your favourite cookies together he loves to bake for you, whilst playing video games and making you lose the game by distracting you in all the filthy way he could.

You silently slide off the blanket, but stop, leaning closer to him you peck a soft kiss on his lips, "happiest birthday baby, I hope to make this day the best birthday of your life ", you see him licking his cold piercing on his lips after you kissed. You slide the blanket and rise on your toes. You pick up your phone and strut out of the room. First black coffee, you can't even walk without this elixir, you parade to your kitchen to prepare the early morning cup of your black coffee, albeit routinely it starts after eight in the morning but today, for a day you call yourself a morning bird. It's his birthday, twenty-fifth to be precise, you are wide awake to pack some of the gifts, which are left unpacked.

Last night you hibernated after one in the morning faking that you got some office work as Jungkook yelled at you for not seizing proper rest even after returning home from the office, though he slept after waiting for you for an hour, whilst reading books on different recipes he loves to try, in reality, you were baking the salted peanuts butter cookies for your kookie - his favourite.

Often you have been subjected to a conversation, rambling about his favourite cookies, when his mother baked salted peanut butter cookies, how he shoved them all at once and mentally prepared himself for the scoldings he'll get from his mother. YES! You never foresaw yourself baking cookies, but for him, you can do anything, even cook if he asks!

Here you're in your kitchen, preparing a huge cup of black coffee for yourself at half past four in the morning! And there are still a few left for you to pack.

Pouring the hot black coffee in the cup, whilst thinking about Jungkook, the way he yelled at you god, how you deterred yourself from kissing him, how hopeless and frustrated you were, watching him so bothered about you, yea that was desirable enough to strip him off then and there in your kitchen. Sex in the kitchen! sounds divinely pleasing.

Thinking about sex - a hot cup of coffee in hand - and your nasty brain as you took a sip of blazing hot coffee because you were feeling about hot steamy sex in the kitchen hah!!!

Oh good god-- what an incredible start of the day.... your holy mucky senses. Your burnt tongue is a remembrance of your brain rich in filth. You make your path to the coffee table in front of the couch, you pick up the fresh red roses as you parade lazily to your home library.

As you stride in your eyes trip to the table with the five gift boxes that you already sealed with brown paper and written tinges on white paper as you labelled over the crown of each box. You shut the door behind you, as you check the boxes, and mumble - touch, smell, sight, taste, sound. Whole!

You draw out rose petals and plop them on the tray. Pleasant my babe's gonna love the surprise, I'm optimistic.

Now the lone thing left is - the elegant tiny letters. Your favourite and the toughest role, the foremost rationale why you saved this task tardy on your plan.

On the table beside the gifts, last night you maintained some short paper tiny letters - for writing your heart out on each of them. You tug the notes in hand and the bottle of his favourite cologne of yours and you drizzle on each note before writing on them. The short paper notes are creamy in texture and thick like a card. Some short papers are plain red - others are more baroquely designed with cute little candle doodles in red, blue, yellow, pink, and purple colours, in the corners of some notes, or pretty rose petals in Persian red on others, some with cute pink lips doodles, and a few with heart eyes emoticons, without ruining any more time you jump to take the red marker to write on each of the notes because it's quarter past five and a lot of work is left to be done.

Placed the notes on the same tray of rose petals, with scotch tape and scissors. You move to your shared room to adorn it before he wakes up, unhurriedly open the door and on tiptoes, you saunter towards your bed, place the tray and move to the library to pick up the remainder and return to the room.

Subsequently, fifty minutes after adorning your room with everything you had, it's quarter past six, and you do the latter work, before striding out of your shared apartment.

The slight leak between the curtains, lets the sunshine through the wide glass windows, earning him to rub his eyes as it tumbles promptly on Jungkook's face, however his eyes are still shut. Taking a lungful of your essence on sheets jumbled with the intense and spicy fragrance of roses earns him a smile.

In reflex, his hand trick to your side of the bed, sensing the sheets cold carves his eyebrows furrow, but what earns his eyebrows knit together are the rose petals which he feels under his skin, "y/n" he calls you, voice raspy and eyes still shut.

"y/n?" Kookie whines like an infant, whilst rubbing his eyes.

And when he infers, you are not around him in this room and not actually in the apartment because if you would be here, he would just .... know. It's your tradition to wake him up in the morn with a cup of black coffee in your hand. However today he feels odd. He swivels over, picks up his phone, and from the side of his pillow, he unrolls his eyes to check the time... Oh, I woke up early.

He feels odd on his forehead, and in reflex, his hand moves to his forehead.

A note is taped on his forehead, as he plucks it out to check it with a scowl on his face, but that frown doesn't prevail long, "I can feel you callin' my name babe!!! ", and it turns to a smile when he read your note, he turns the note around, "Happy birthday to my lifeline, I desire you all the love, harmony and joy in your life... By the way, there's a lot besides, text me as you read this love, your princess ".

He kisses the note with a grin, and he takes a lungful of the pally and friendly essence of the note, as he shuts his eyes whilst drowning in the pool of this divine whiff jogging his remembrance, as he soon reckons about you. The perfume nudges him about you.

Kookie 7:30 am: Good morning princess, I'm awake, where are you?

He glimpses at your image on his phone screen wallpaper, 'I miss you, princess, doubtless the first morning in four years without you beside me, and I do not appreciate this y/n'. He glances around the room, and his eyebrows shoot up, LV keepall bag on the table, rose petals and balloons all over the floor, and he whirls his head to find rose petals with a wine bottle of Vigor Sangiovese and five boxes of gifts with titles which he dominated. She did all of this but when?

Your phone jingles and you're retreating to your home. You browse your phone, oh he wakened. You smash reply.

You 7:35 am Happy Birthday My Love, I LOVE YOU. And I'm on my way. Did you get my note?

Kookie 7:38 am: Of course I got it. My princess taped it to my head.

You're cackling uproariously in the morning on the road, like crazy. You implemented this, and you can foresee the sight of him frowning at the taped note on his forehead.

He picks up the bottle of red wine, "Woah, Vigor Sangiovese.... She's amazing", and picks out the little note with heart eyes emoticons on the fences, "AGING FINE LIKE WINE ", he snorts, as he rubs the back of his neck with another hand, oh god this girl, he cackles.

Retaining the bottle back on the bed he bends forward to the gifts as he grabs the box, marked touch. He unwraps it. There's an orange Louise Vuitton box, inside it is a - LV Baroque Ranger Boot - colour black.

His eyes glow up, and his smile is brighter than the Sirius. His eyes meander straight to the boots but something hooks his eyes - the lid of the box, a note taped on it too, "The start of every new journey entails a new pair of shoes, and I am dying to start one with you, so here are your shoes and tie your shoes strongly I don't want you falling for anyone else! And yes thank you for knot running away from me, staying with me in all the stormy situations, my love... Happy Birthday." A tear escaped from his eyes, after reading the note.

And the boots - he was eyeing for months and couldn't buy because foremost - because of its unavailability and additional - when it was attainable, you interrupted him from buying, telling him, "Babe, we'll go to LV store this weekend, you could buy then?", and that weekend never reached you two. So naive of him he paid heed to what you swore and since then it's been four months. Now, he understood why you stopped him.

The ensuing box is labelled as sight. It's tiny and featherlight as if filled with cotton. He unwraps it and there's a folded pink sheet. Unravelling the sheet, it seems it's a letter and yes he's not wrong. You wrote a letter to him -

"I hope you know that you're not the one who loves the most, this letter is for you to let you know that I love you the most here. Got it!! I'm not intimidating you today, and I won't intimidate you today I promise, but can't promise about tomorrow or the day after or the future.

Getting to know you after being with you, is different like I never knew you. And it's like my life is changed. My heart was barren and it absorbed me, but you filled my heart with your love and your smile. I can see my future more clearly now cause you're the light in my light. You overlooked my flaws.

When the entire world was sombre, covered with dark clouds. I found myself to be bound in an endless winter, and you brought the rainbow to my life, the warmth beside you felt like the sun in the cold morning.

Jungkook I love you, I didn't know I would ever love someone again or be loved by someone. But you proved me wrong and I'm grateful that I have you by my side whether the whole world averses me, I know I have you beside me, my home, my rainbow, my light in the darkness.

When I look into your eyes, your colourful eyes glistening with love for me, I see a reflection of my soul in them. And in your arms - there's no place on earth that could ever give me the serenity, warmth, comfort, safety, that I would rather be.

I can't stay away from you and can't imagine my life without you, my love. I hope you feel the same.

I love you,

Your princess."

The blurry vision, whilst reading your letter could tell he feel the same for you. You're the one, he wants to cherish in his lifetime. Their love for you grows twofold because he's so grateful for you.

The love you both have in your heart is immeasurable. He brushes out the tears.

Picks up another box, labelled as sound. This mini box is as light as the earlier one. He marvels, at what it could be. He brings the box close to his ear and jiggles it, but there's nothing to be heard. He presses his lips into a thin line as he unwraps it, ohhh concert tickets for two--

You 8:15 am: I'm hoping that you must be getting ready... If not then scoot and take a nice shower... I'm coming.

Kookie 8:17 am: come on, I'm waiting princess.

The butterflies blossoming into the pits of your stomach by just reading princess, honestly not reading you could hear him say.

He takes the yield of another one - labelled as smell. This one's heavier though. He unwraps the box, there are two gifts 2nd one isn't a gift but regardless, that allures him. It's your thong, yes! Thanks to your mucky brain. His eyebrows shoot up, and oh boy you should catch that lopsided grin on his face like it's the best gift you gave.

Kookie 8:25 am: The box labelled as smell, has my favourite stuff in it.

He takes your thong close to his nose, taking a brief lungful of your flavour, and the urge to fuck you right now is eating him. As he looks over to his phone, waiting for your reply. He checks the other stuff in the same box, a Flaconnier with three sets of perfumes from Louis Vuitton. And you should see the smile on his face, he was eyeing this set for months and now it's in his hands, but the thong remains fixed at first on the list.

The last one - taste... He knows this one for sure because you have been doing this on his birthday for four years. He open the lid of the box, and yes he was right. It's his favourite salted peanuts and butter cookies. This is the only box without a note.

He slides away the blanket, really wanting to know, what is she up to. make his way towards the door. There’s one more tiny wrapped box. He picks it up, unwraps it… open the box, and again there's a note, "what if I tell you, your wish is my command. The wish you wanted to come true... It's happening - so get ready."

Kookie 8:30 am is the number of gifts I have unwrapped today since morning, hypothetically will end up stripping you off tonight.

You 8:33 am: oh love you don’t know how much I have been waiting for this.

Kookie 8:35 am: Then why wait for the night princess, come home.

Jungkook took a fresh warm bath, now he's waiting for you with his cup of black coffee in one hand and the cookie you made in the other. His eyes flicker back to the front door.

There's a creak of the door heard, you're ultimately back, with a huge rose bouquet. You dug into the flower stores for the flawless bouquet for 2 hours and found it at last.

He positions the cup on the kitchen counter and parades towards you, he did miss you. The corner of his mouth turned up from ear to ear, as if you both met after a long time, "princess" he chimes seeing you home, he picks you up and spins you around.

"Jungkook, happy birthdayyyy... Kookiieeee I'm scaredddd," your breathless laugh echos around your apartment, and his heart swells with love for you... Your laugh is harmonious to his ears. "Thank you, princess, for the gifts and everything but the most precious gift for me is you and that's never gonna change," his palms are cupping your cheeks as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

He kisses you, long and relentless. His arms hug you tightly around your waist, as he buries his head at the crook of your neck and plants butterfly kisses from your shoulder and stops below your ear.

He leans closer to you, as he softly outlines your hair, his hand slides down to your cheeks and you lean your face on his palm, "My princess, I'm gonna just appreciate you right now... The cookie is divine--"

"Babe let's go, there's a surprise for you, a hint - it's a beach date", you park a gentle kiss on his palm.

"One more? And beach date? Did you read my bucket list?" His eyebrows shoot up, and he leans forward and parks a kiss on your forehead, "princess, the likelihood of the rain is increased threefold," he looks outside the window, "perhaps it could rain anytime soon" as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

"Truthfully I want that... But by judging the weather it won't rain until tonight so come onnn", you whine and rise on your tiptoes to place a soft peck on his lips. He chuckles at your childlike excitement, "my precious baby,", and he kisses you back.

"I'm stunned already with all those gifts and my favourites are the cookies", his eyes glinting with contentment and delight.

"Ouch, here I thought those lacy black thongs would be your favourite... Aahh poor me", you bite your chuckle, looking everywhere but him. You push him aside he parks his ass on the couch. You stroll back to your bedroom.

He grabs your wrist and drags you back and your hips are plopped on his lap, his dark eyes peeking deep into your soul and grin braided with lechery, making cold shivers run down to the south, and you feel your core twitch.

"That was delicious, princess" he whispers.

"Ya-- yaah! time trickled down now, do not make up, I got it cookies were favourite. Now, let that ass work a little and pick up the bag and let's move to your next surprise--"

He kissed you hungrily, his hands travelling to your back, holding you close whilst kissing you, as you throw your arms around hugging him, your hands grabbing the nape of his neck.

He breaks the kiss yet your lips touch each other, "Princess I wish I could freeze this time right now, and be in this moment with you forevermore." His hoarse whispers into your mouth.

He kisses you on the angle of your nose and chuckles, "the same baby", your eyes travel from his lips to his eyes, a frown between your eyebrows.

You rise from his lap, as he grabs your wrist again to stop you, softly rubbing your ass, "Jungkooookiie--", he smacks your ass hard, "ouch", you yelp, and you can imagine the burning imprint of his heavy hand.

"This is what I wanted to listen to," he smoothly slides his hands to soothe your now scarlet skin. "I'm taking the bag with me, waiting for you in the parking lot, princess," as he picks up the bag and struts out of the apartment.

You rub the area where he smacked you a few minutes ago. It stings.

This is the day to yourselves, more often than not.

You're wearing a black drop shoulder rib knit tee paired with shorts, something comfy for long car drives.

You saw him in the parking lot leaning to the car, talking to someone over a phone call. You silently on tiptoes make your way to him. Wait, Mr Jeon.

You stand behind him, groping his ass, as he turns around and you rub his ass to stop him from turning, "R E V E N G E", placing a kiss on his back. He chuckles as he put the phone aside.

"Oh, I love this revenge, princess." He grabs your hand and turns back.

"Whattt?" You whine as you slide your hands into your pockets. His eyes drink in your features.

"Why don't we go back home and continue what you left right--"

"Shut up," you hiss.

"did you just say 'shirt up', oh anything for my princess," he grabbed the hem of his double sleeves black Balenciaga t-shirt, stripping it off.

You place your hand on his trying to stop him, "YOU! Kookie I know you heard what I just said," you narrow your eyes on him, and you see a ghost of a smile that melts away as you notice, "get inside!"

He's laughing seeing you all flustered scarlet cheeks with his mere act. He opens the door for you, "mi lady", you nod and give him a small peck before entering.

"are you going to wear those cute heart-shaped sunglasses" he chuckles loudly.

"yes!!" You declare, crossing your arms around your chest.

"where's mine then?"

"You too want this??" His question shooks you, is he serious or just chaffing?

"Both of us in black... The sunglasses should also be the same!"

"Good for you I do have one more in blue hah!" How proud you are!

He enters and starts the car to venture to your destination.

Your heart rate is higher than the speed of the car, and the thoughts haunt you, what if he does the same as you did, like you did eight months back, staying silent at the sudden question that tumbled out of his quivering lips, on the snowy Christmas night. But all your thoughts fade away when you hear him singing, his sweet dulcet tumbling out of his lips along the song whilst driving filling the car with his melodies satiating your soul, your favourite part in long drives.

You look at him, with all the warmth in your eyes, your heart is so full of love for him.

"don't just look at me princess, come on sing along", his eyes are on the road and doesn't even spare a glance at you.

"Baby you can, ride it ooh yeah, bring it over to my place, and you be like," he sings as he gestures you to sing.

"Baby who cares?", you let your body flow with the beats, oh you just love this.

"But I know you care, bring it over to my place", he sings, side-eyeing you, smirking. His eyes roam around your body, bite his lips, circling on the cold metal piercing with his tongue and pulling it into his mouth, teeth biting the metal.

"I can feel you staring at me," you say in a song-like voice, and he chuckles that you got it right. "Oh I love this line - tie it up, put a chain on it,... It should be my cut that it - tie me up, put a chain on me," placing your hand on his thighs, and you feel him twitch under your touch yet he doesn't spare a glance.

"Oh, you want that right,"

"Oh YESSS", your hands just so close to his crotch.

"y/n, I'm driving", he claims shifting the gears, as he huffs out a breath.

"Sorry sir.."

The weather is windy kind of stormy, with dark heavy clouds hiding the sun behind them. You secretly wish it to rain today. You leave the busy streets of the city behind, as you are on the way to the beach.

Strangely, there's no one to be seen here, but you are grateful for that. Perhaps it's the magic of the stormy weather. After a long drive to the beach. You look up to the sky the dark clouds cover the sky. It's 7 pm, the weather as said.

You both unlock the door and move out of the car. "Princess are you sure, you want to stay here... I mean we could go back home."

"Uh no no.. it's actually perfect"

He holds your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, as you both move towards the ocean. "It's been years since I visited this place" his face lighting with joy, taking in the view with his sparkling eyes and cheerful smile making him glow in this cold weather. You watch him smile and that smile makes the pits of your stomach bloom with butterflies, you adore the man beside you. You want to make this birthday the special one, the one that will be engraved in his memory. You want to make every second of this day special for him. You bring your hand intertwined with his and place a kiss on the back of his hand. He looks at you with his starry eyes, mirroring your eyes.

You both are silent beside each other, taking in the sound of waves that is giving peace to your soul. The breeze smells so fresh like the ocean water, the wrinkling waves touching the shoreline, the rhythmic sound of the waves, drawing you and Jungkook to sit down. As you both sit, the curling waves touch your feet, tingling your feet.

You lean your head on his shoulder as he scoots you closer to him, his thumb drawing circles at the small of your waist.

This is what you were waiting for, rain. It suddenly started raining Jungkook rises from the sand. "Come on love, we should stay in the car."

"No", you rise, you move closer to him, "hold me tight and never let me go", as you place your hands on his chest, you faintly press the hard metal on his pierced nipples. "Never! at least not in this lifetime" his arms hugs around your waist, you place butterfly kisses on his collarbone, to the jaw as he moan "y/n", you rise on tiptoes, "NO let me", looking at his warm and plump lips as you lick your lips and kiss them and he let you, your mouth on his, the rhythmic sound of the waves faints. You slide your tongue into his mouth and he let you. His hold tightens onto your small waist making you clingy. The lovely scrimmage of your tongue over his tongue, the dominant moments of your tongue make his member behind a veil of his pants.

He breaks the kiss, taking a lungful of O2, panting so painfully sexily, looking into your eyes, his dark gaze giving you shivers down to your spine. His chest heaving sorely.

His hands wander across your curves, "Princess, the hell you are so-- soaking wet!" he yells between his shaking breaths. "come on, let's move inside the car!"

"A b-- big NOOOOOO", you jump in excitement.

"you’re goi-- going to get sick." his voice shakes.

"It's ok-- okay. My baby boy, you’ll take a-- care of me anyway, come on! Join me, love."

He crosses his arms and watches you with his dark eyes, giving you cold stares.

"What babe it's your birthday enjoy it like a brimful." You chortle.

He still is looking at you, and you blink your eyes owlishly, you roll your eyes.

"Do Not ROLL YOUR EYES"

You blink nervously you didn't intend to roll your eyes. He stretches out his hand and as you hold, you both run towards the car. You both are sitting in the back of the Mercedes.

You pick the towel, and rub his head to dry out his hair as you sneeze, "see, I told yo--" he sneezes, and you chuckle, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that", you side-eye him, and points your finger to the place you two were, moments ago.

"Yea I did but see --" you both sneeze in unison.

"repeat after me that was a ridiculous idea", taking hold of the towel from your hands.

"I know." You utter under your breath, eyes wandering out watching the junction of the waves and the raindrop meeting like him and you, and you lick your lips at the image popping at the picture frame inside your head.

"Then why did you do it?", as he gently wipes your face and hands.

"So that you’ll do it with me." You murmur under your breath.

"Was that the only reason?" He softly traces your lips with his thumb.

"your bucket list," you bite your bottom lip, looking everywhere but him. An exaggerating sigh vacates his pierced lips, parking his palms on your cheeks, you whirl your head to face him and he places a kiss on your lips. A strange feeling bubbling in the pits of your stomach.

He places his hand with a few cold rings on your bare thighs giving you chills that crawl to your spine, sliding smoothly under your shorts. His fingers are gently rubbing your clit, "Bare pussy I love that, princess. I'm loving all the surprises." He whispers into your ears, warm breath hitting the crook of your neck and bites your lobe before leaning back.

"you need to get rid of these wet clothes, you know?" Contrary to his honeyed voice, his boorish hands are at odds.

"You too", with the space of a minute, as you couldn't compel your hunger. Your body under the influence of your filthy brain, unbuttoning his tee, a slight smirk on your face. Tossing his tee away from your sight, you take his pierced nipples between your fingers and pull them peeking deeply into his dark eyes, unveiling your dominance over him as a groan left his lips making your chest swell in the lord. Do you need to stop salivating over his pierced nipples? Isn't it obvious hah?

You were fine with him, rilling you up with his lingering touches on your thighs until his fingers drew circles on your clit. The other hand is hoisting slowly your loose tee, whilst kissing you, oh no no not just kissing biting, sucking, in whole... eating you up! with just a kiss? He's hungry, baby! for you, to be exact. Satiating his thirst is what you love the most. Your breathy moan gets lost in his mouth.

The next minute he's overshadowing you, whilst you are uncomfortably lying in the backseat of your car. As if you are so wet is not enough, his deep dark gaze on you makes you weak on your knees. The sweat trickles down shining in the dim light like diamonds on your skin, with his oh-so-intense look.

Your fingers pull his pierced nipples, while his one hand is now on your waist holding you tightly. The other is on your ass tapping it gently, gesturing you to follow his lead as he's hoisting your loose tee up, placing kisses on your neck to your lobe. A moan slips out of your lips, with your bare skin under his gaze when he throws your tee at the back which hit the window and slides down.

You both quickly slip out of your remaining clothes.

"Eyes on me, princess", he says his hands find purchase on your ass and grab them. His nipples are still between your fingers, caressing them.

He pulls you as your legs wrap around his waist, his member just an inch away, he leans down, "enough played with mine," he takes your nipples between his teeth, "now I'll play with yours", with his muffled voice. How would he not? Probably his favourite business. Biting your nipples, plucking them out as your moans give him two p's - peace and pleasure. Your moans overshadowed the rhythmic dulcet of waves and the rain.

Your back arches off the uncomfortable seat as he pulls your nipples with his teeth and your moans escape, flooding up the car. He holds his thick veiny dick, rubbing the precum all over his member before shoving it inside you. He traces your slit softly with his other hand. He uses his fingers to part your lips careful to not startle you, as if uncovering the food cloche from his favourite dish. He pulls your clitoris keeping it between his index and middle finger, pulling it hard, and looking intently at you, you arch your back. Moans only louder this time.

He runs his shaft between your folds, teasing you but never sliding it in.

"JUNGKOOK..." you whine,

"You sound desperate" he whispers.

Without many words... Fucking under the sky is making him crazy just like you... Is what you think?

He slides his thick veiny member inside your opening, even in the dark he knows where it is... knows every inch of your skin. He's balls deep inside you, you gasp for breath before he cuts you off and slides his tongue into your mouth navigating every corner of your mouth. But he never stops ramming his dick into your tight pussy.

"You're so fu-- ckin tight princess", he says between kisses his words getting lost in your mouth.

Your hands on his back scratching his skin, and just the way you scratch him is enough to let him know how good is he fucking you. His member diving deep inside of you. The grip of your legs tightens around his waist. He's biting every inch of your neck, and you could already envision the marks on your neck that he's going to adore on the drive back to your home. He's rocking his hips deeply into you.

He adores how your tumbles out from your lips and you lick your dry lips over and over again. He's ramming his cock deep inside your pussy. He hits the sweet spot for the seventh time if your memory serves you and your back arches back, a moan escapes your lips filling the car with your sonorous sensuous moans.

"Fuck you feel so good around me," he hisses.

"Baby I can't hold it anymore" you whimper between your moans as he hit that soft spot for the eighth time. Your eyes shuts taking every drop of the pleasure he's offering you.

Your pussy clenching around his dick and cries only growing louder flowing out of your mouth just to fill his heart and the car. His grip around your waist tightens at the clenching of your pussy around him, as he shuts his eyes.

"Fuck, cum princess." He can feel you on the edge now. He groaned looking deeply with his dark eyes into your eyes which are barely open, "eyes on me princess."

You open your eyes like a shot and the clenching of your pussy only tightens. His hips ramming deeply, couldn't contain, "cum".

"Jungkooook, aaahh fuck" you let go, your nails dipping into his back.

"Are you ready princess," his breathy whispers are no less than the waves dulcet.

You nod, "Yes baby fill me up", panting hard after you realise.

Paying heed to your green flag, he cums inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum. Your walls clenching around his member. As he dips his head at the crook of your neck blanketing your body with his - his warm breath tingles your skin. Your hand softly brushes his dark hair.

"Now that's a first", you chuckle into his ear.

"What princess?" His voice mixed with exhaustion and beseech.

"Sex in the car,"

Sex in every possibly uncomfortable position, that's a norm.

"soon planning for the second trip... This was on my bucket list, sex under the sky, kiss in rain--" he pauses and leans back, a vague look on his face "DID YOU READ MY BUCKET LIST!" His voice increased two folds.

"N-- Noo" you stutter.

He looks at the peak of your bud, and pulls it between his fingers, "really? Princess" you move a little with his touch.

"Yea I did.."

He leans down placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he chuckles. He picks his shirt from the bag. "Get up princess wear this, and let's move out." He places a kiss on your forehead, and you nod.

He moves out only in his tropical print waist shorts, hands in his pocket taking a lungful of the ocean breeze.

Wearing his shirt which ends a little above your knees and your thongs. You move out, taking the most special gift for his birthday with you, hiding it behind just not to let him know until the right time. You look up at the now clear sky. You admire the junction of the ocean and the moon.

The never-ending ocean seems like the love in your heart for him - never-ending. The beating sound of waves is calming your soul. The rain stopped a few hours ago. Probably when you two were wrapped around each other. Looking at the sky it seems eight in the evening.

You two make your way to the place where you ... Kissed, sitting down beside each other, your head leaning on his shoulder. You both intently look at the moon. Your heart pounding inside your chest, thinking about how to do it... You did everything so smoothly today but this one... This one is special for you both.

"You made my day special y/n..."

"Kookie. I have some-- something for you"

You pick the box from your left, open it up in front of him picking out the ring. You look at him, his now teary eyes on you looking at you with so much love in them.

"Jungkook, do you remember... Uh just go back to the Christmas night-- you proposed to me? asked me to spend the rest of my life with you. That you do not want to introduce me to your friends as your girlfriend but as your wife....." You pause tears burning your eyes, containing them only burning your throat, "I apologize I didn't answer you then, though my heart was yelling at me to just utter a yes my lips were frozen... I apologize kookie though it took me longer to build up the courage to say a Yes to spending my life forevermore beside my best friend... I'm so so fortunate I guess that I have you by my side... My love, my best friend"....your voice quaver, his eyes never leaving you, "I apologize for the blunder I did then, but now I'm very much clear, and now I'm here with you beside the ocean, under the starry sky with the moon as our witness... promising you that I'll stay with you in every stormy and cloudless situation of our life..." you harrumph, hands shivering, "Will You Marry Me Mr. Jeon Jungkook.." your heart is going to explode any minute now... He's not saying a word since you started speaking. A tear escapes your eyes falling on your cheeks, he quickly wipes them off with his thumb.

"Yes yes yes hundreds of times yes if you'd ask me, now I'm speechless... I know why you were when I asked" he chuckles.

You take his hand in yours and put a ring on his ring finger. He takes your hand and places a peck on it.

"kookie wait here I'm coming" you rise up and quickly stroll towards the car.

Retreating with a bottle of Vigor Sangiovese in one hand and a cupcake with a cute candle on the crown of it.

You sit beside him, keeping the bottle down, and you light up the candle. "Make a wish kookiiee" you chuckle. Taking your hand in his, closing his eyes, "my only wish since I fell in love with you, is to marry you and start our little family together", and he blows the candle. Your heart skipped beating after beating as if it stopped beating after his confession.

After having the cupcake and wine. You both lie down under the starry sky on the dry sand as the cool waves tickle your feet. Your head on his tattooed arms, stargazing is one of your favourite hobbies you two always wanted to do.

"Hey, I have never asked you this," his eyes were still in the sky as if counting the stars.

"Uhh hmm," placing your palm on his chest feeling his heartbeats.

"What do you think of having our-- our baby you know in future?" He stutters

"What--"

"No no nothing nevermind I'm being --"

"Noo kookie please continue I always wanted us to talk about this if you ask me." You look into his eyes

"y/n aahh, I'm scared though i don't know how will you react over this, never ever we discussed about the idea of us being pregnant, having our own baby... Like do you want to have kids or --"

"oh my love ever since I accepted you, accepted you as my partner, ever since then, I have two dreams one to marry you and two to have our kids" you chuckle the excitement in your eyes only mirroring your heart.

"Oh y/n really! Let's do this like right now,"

"Kookie your next birthday, you'll enjoy it beside me and your daughter" your chest bubbles with love for the picture at the back of your head.

"Not your ours, princess." He places a gentle kiss on your hair.

"I'm already picturing you changing a lot of dirty diapers shortly." You chuckle uproariously teasing him to the core.

"yaah I won't mind that though", he brushes your lips with his thumb and kisses you on them.

He leans back, eyebrows furrow, "Do you think I'll make a good father?"

"The best, kookie who'll ruin our kids by baking the cookies cupcakes for them."

#jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook ff #jungkook x reader #jjk x reader #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fic #jungkook x you #happy birthday jungkook #bts jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts jungkook smut #bestfriend!jjk #l0mljeonjungkook

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jeonride · 11 months

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jeon wonwoo reading list part 2 !

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FICS ! ✧*。

Trust Me, My Love (smut, established relationship, hard dom!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

5-STAR (fluff, smut, idol!au) by @fvllingflower

Homewrecked (fluff, smut) by@ncteez

A Private Session (smut, gym trainer!woo) by @sluttyminghao

The Smart Thing (smut) by @gguksgalaxy

Desperate (smut, husband!wonwoo) by @toruro

FVCK ABOUT IT (smut, fwb to lovers) by @fvllingflower

Right Where You Left Me (exes to lovers) by @tonicandjins

Chocolate Rum Cookies (fluff, fwb) by @wonwoonlight

Moonlight Sunrise (fluff, smut) by @fvllingflower

Meet Cute of The Century (fluff, smut) by @lovelyhan

Blame Me (smut) by @fvllingflower

For The Books (fluff, teacher!wonwoo) by @trblsvt

When The Sun Kisses The Moon (atla!au, fluff, angst, firebender!woo) by @twogyuu

Tell Me (smut, college au) by @/fvllingflower

My Way To You The Series (fluff, smut) by @wonwoonlight

Falling for Him The Series (fluff, smut) by @ksyongi

The Regular (fluff, bakery! au) by @trblsvt

By The Moon (fluff, hurt, werewolf!wonwoo) by @wonwoonlight

Sh**ting Stars (fluff) by @tonicandjins

Redo (fluff) by @bitterie-sweetie

Love or Letter (fluff, bestfriends to lovers) by @wooawrites

Wanna Be Yours (fluff, angst, humor) @viastro

When The Moon Shines (fluff, siren!wonwoo) by @skyjoong

Infinity (vampire!wonwoo) by @blue-jisungs

Hit Me Up (fluff, college au) by @nneogram

Leaf Me Alone (fluff, mild angst) by @playmetheclassics

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。

wonwoo and his kinks headcanon (by @sluttywonwoo)

daddy sugar!wonwoo (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

somnophilia with wonwoo (smut, fluff) by @sluttywonwoo

tasty (smut) by @playmetheclassics

dream (smut, making out) by @juyeoniemyhoney

you only call me on the (smut, aftercare) by @fvllingflower

cuffed (kinda sub!wonwoo, smut) by @playmetheclassics

06.17 (fluff, established relationship) by @wonwoonlight

sniffles, kisses, and soup (fluff) by @celestiababie

your smile (fluff) by @babyleostuff

sunday morning (fluff) by @lee-aveyourmark

aftercare headcanon (nsfw, fluff) by @celestiababie

photographer!wonwoo (filthy, iykyk) by @sluttyminghao

choking (smut) by @sluttyminghao

riding him while he's reading a book (smut) from here until "him begging" are made by @sluttywonwoo

eating you out with his new haircut (smut)

makes you cum hard but doesn't ask anything in return, he knows u're tired (smut)

switch!wonwoo (smut)

cockwarming gamer bf!wonwoo (fluff but filthy asf) another ver (with mouth)

him begging (smut) another begging (another one again, i swear)

slytherin!wonwoo (smut) from here until "switch!wonwoo" are made by @multi-kpop-fanfics

him seeing you after shower (smut) from here until "him being gentle with you" are made by @sluttywonwoo

him covering your mouth (smut)

cumming in his pants just from kissing

12.23 am (smut)

relaxing bath (fluff)

he'll hold your hand in any position (smut)

him cumming inside you (smut)

foggy glasses (smut, fluff)

him being gentle with you (smut)

squirting (smut) by @cvpitvno

wonwoo boyfriend headcanon (fluff) by @sweetkpopmusings

reassurance (smut, fluff) by @ssentimentals

him put you in doggy (smut) from here until "him found out you like his hands" are made by @sluttyminghao

him found out you like his hands (fluff)

asking wonwoo to wear his glasses on during sex (fluff, smut) by @sluttywonwoo

you have a nightmare (fluff, comfort) by @wqnwoos

umbrella (fluff, comfort) by @darl-ings

#seventeen fanfic #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #reading list #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #jeonride : navigation

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luneaticlab · 6 months

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AMORE (Chapter 1)

Pairing - CEO!Jungkook x Secretary!reader (female)

synopsis- Never in a million years you thought you'd end up with your boss, in bed.

Word count- 1.4k

IMPORTANT NOTE - Hey guys, this my first fic. I promise I'll improve. love and feedback are always welcomed.

•I do not own any of the pictures•

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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"come again?"

hesitantly, you repeated the words you said to your bestfriend a few seconds ago "The last time i got laid was 13 months ago..?"

"Girl, are you fucking serious?" Lena, your bestfriend not-so-aggresively threw her hands in the air.

"What's wrong with it? You know i'm not the type to have one night stands and shit" you justified defensively, delicately caressing your 5 month old persian cat, fluff.

"Dude you are in your twenties, you are hot, rich and single, what's wrong with having some fun before you settle down?" all you did was roll your eyes, ready to nag her about hygiene during sex.

"Don't tell me you still have a crush on your jackass boss" alice appeared from your kitchen, a cup of hot choco keeping her hands warm.

you were taken aback, yes, you did have a crush on your not-so-jackass boss, maybe you still do, no one knows, you are too busy with work to think about that. But something about him just makes your thighs clench.

His thick thighs which you would die to sit on, his tiddies who always threaten to come out(thanks to the buttons which do not let them), and his freaking jawline which you want to hold so bad when he kisses you.

Just to be clear the chances of this happening is 0.01% .

He's the typical rich, young, hot bachelor desired by multiple women and owned by none. Somehow you always managed to keep a very professional relationship with him so far. But what's life without some thrill?

"Jeon jeongguk? go ahead , have sex with him then. A rich man is a rich man" Lena suggests as if she's telling you to pick out some roses from the neighbour's garden.

"sure, find me a now job by tomorrow then" Lena chuckles at your reponse.

"Girl, its not that hard, he's a man and he might have needs too, if you really want him on the top then maybe wear some sexy clothes at work, you guys see each other everyday"

"Yeah yeah i'll think about it" you shrugged off the topic, not wanting to discuss it further.

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"fuck!" You finally found your release , turned the vibrator off, took a shower, slouched on your bed releasing a lazy sigh

Yes ,the vibrator did wonders when you got it for the first time, but you've become too used to it, you knew you needed more and by more you meant jungkook's dic-

you pushed your sinful thoughts out of the way and forced yourself to sleep.

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next day , 7.39 a.m

You got out of the shower, fresh and clean. Done with the skincare and your usual makeup (nude lips are mandatory!) .you were about to pick your grey sweatshirt, Lena's words resonating in your ears.

Fuck it, it's now or never.

you put the sweatshirt right where it belonged. Took out a white tube top which covered half of your tits, wore a black trouser matching with the blazer of the same colour of the trouser. A black nano belt bag from celine completing your look. Quickly wearing your jimmy choo high heels, you stepped out of your apartment, you felt confident.

You were aware of the stares you were getting at the office, you weren't surprised, not your fault you look good with a minimum effort.

You spot your coworker Diana at the cafeteria, she waves at you , her look telling you that she's got something for you

"Hey y/n, I've completed the list of the guests we are going to invite at the company's gala, Do you mind passing it to Mr.Jeon? I got some last minute work to do." She asked holding your hand

Bingo

"Sure, why not , I was about to give him his espresso anyway." you smile at her politely before taking the file.

Quickly making your way upstairs, you fic your hair before you knock his door.

'"Come in"

"Good morning Mister Jeon, the list for the guests for our company's gala dinner has been finalized." You said as you placed his espresso and the file on his table.

He looked up to see you, "Alright, thank you y/n, I hope you didn't forget we have to go to daegu today."

You caught him stealing a glance at your chest.

"Ofcourse sir" you smiled curtly before leaving his office, swaying your hips on purpose while doing so.

Jeongguk and you had to go to Daegu today for the monthly inspection of the company's factory there.

Being Jeongguk's secretary was undeniably challenging, but the salary was enough motivation to continue doing your job.

・。゜・。・o゜・。゜・。・o゜・。゜・。・o゜

3.39 p.m

"Mister Jeon, we are ready to leave." You said as you peeked out your head from the door into his office.

He nodded while fixing his blue Ralph Lauren coat as he walked past you , you followed him behind, making sure everything is on the right place.

You looked at him from behind, good Lord he was so damn hot then you looked at yourself. You guys would make such a power couple in your opinion.

"Did you have lunch sir?" You asked knowing he might not have eaten given the fact that he absorbs himself too much in his work once he starts.

"I didn't have time to"

"I figured, I ordered chipotle for you, will you be okay with a burrito bowl ?" Jungkook liked having light meals on work days and he gets carsick easily so chipotle was the best option.

"Yes, thank you y/n i appreciate it." He said gratefully, flashing you a small smile which you could write a whole thesis on.

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You were driving the car and the ride was smooth, you guys talked about work related stuff. Until,

"How have you been lately, y/n?" Jeongguk asked out of nowhere.you glanced at him for a second before replying "I've been good, pretty much the same since 2 years. working on weekdays, staying at home on the weekends. Oh, and I've got a new roommate – a furry one. Adopted a cat a few months back. It's nice having someone waiting for me at home, you know?"

You have no idea why you are giving a detailed explanation instead of the typical 'I'm doing good' but it is what it is.

"Any special someone in the picture?" He asked, a hint of uncertainty laced in his voice.

You glance at him again in surprise before refocusing on the road, this guy is really picking his moments. "No special someone right now sir, how about you?" He started this.

He chuckled a little,"Not at the moment, not into relationships anyway."

well damn, at least it was worth the try.

You catch jungkook looking at you a lot of times during the ride.

"We have reached, sir." You both get out of the car and head towards the factory.

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7:51 p.m, Daegu.

It was pouring cats and dogs.

"I think we should book a hotel and stay there for the night". Jungkook suggested while looking up. All of the workers were leaving and driving in this crazy rain is dangerous.

"But i don't have any spare clothes."

"Should we buy them on the way?" Jungkook asked finally looking at you.

"I think we should."

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You guys found the nearest hotel, and went to your respective rooms.Jungkook chose a package of 1 night+ dinner because you guys didn't eat anything after lunch.

"Let us change then meet at the dinner hall yeah?" Jungkook said looking at you, your clothes were a little drenched, the droplets on your half-exposed boobs were visible and he can see your bra underneath the white tube top.

"Sure , sir"

You guys literally shoved your faces in the food because the meal was ten out of ten and ya'll were hungry as hell.

When you entered the elevator, jungkook looked at you for a second before speaking " Good day today"

You smiled at him. Damn that smile, he couldn't control himself , he brought his face closer to yours, literally a gap of 2 centimeters between. "Can I kiss you?" He asked , it came like a whisper.

"Please" You practically whimpered.

Just like that, his lips were on yours.

To be continued

#jungkook bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts jungkook

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nochukoo97 · 10 months

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nevertheless;

pairing: bestfriend!jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook has a hard time showing how much he really does care for you, but at the same time you can’t help but convince yourself your best friend will never love you back the same way you do, or will he?

word count: 5k+

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“Stay here,” You command Jungkook, who’s currently pouting a little too dramatically as he sulks on the bench.

“Don’t move,” You look back, giving him a stern gaze as you make your way to get the first aid kit near the soccer field.

Jungkook had been roughhousing with his teammates, they had been play-wrestling on the soccer field for a good half an hour, not before someone actually got hurt.

And that someone was your best friend, Jeon Jungkook.

So now you have the duty to patch up the guy, who had been insisting his bleeding cut would magically heal on its own.

You refuse to leave it untreated.

When you jog back to where Jungkook was waiting, you spot him crouched near the patch of grass, a few steps away from the bench you had instructed him to sit on.

“Yah! Are you a puppy or something? I told you to sit still!” You scold him, and he quickly whips his head around and frowns,

“I only took like three steps away! I swear I sat there for really long, just got distracted,” He’s whining, sitting back on the bench as he gives you those innocent puppy eyes.

It’s on purpose, to make you stop nagging at him.

“Don’t trick me into not scolding you,” You flick his forehead gently, “What if you fell and hurt yourself again, huh?”

Jungkook scoffs, “Yah, I’m not that fragile, in fact, it’ll probably be you who would be falling,”

He crosses his arms, looking away from you.

“Okay, then fix yourself up,” You shove the first aid kit into his crossed arms, forcing him to quickly catch it before it falls onto the ground.

Jungkook settles the box next to him before dramatically clutching his cheek.

“Ahh” He hisses, eyebrows furrowing as he touches the bleeding cut on his cheek.

“Yah! Don’t touch it! You’ll get it infected! Aish-” You sigh, swatting his hand away as he looks back up at you with those eyes again.

“Fine, fine,” You shake your head at the boy looking up at you, “Stay still,”

Jungkook’s eyes never leave your face the whole time you clean up his cut, even when the alcohol stung his cut, causing him to hiss and grab onto your smaller hand, his eyes never left your pretty face.

He notices the glow on your face from the spot light above the soccer field, your lips slightly pink from the tinted lip balm you bought when the both of you went to the mall. Your eyelashes look more curled than usual, maybe you used the curler you had bought when you dragged him into the makeup store.

Your eyes are focused on repairing the cut on his face, Jungkook stares right into them in a daze.

“Okay, done,” You whisper to yourself, turning to scan his face, but Jungkook has love struck eyes as he stares back at you.

“Kook,” Your voice snaps him out of his daze.

“Yeah?”

“You’re done,” You pat his shoulder, getting him to stand up.

“Thanks, ___” He smiles sweetly at you, making your heart thump in your chest.

He’s your best friend, you shouldn’t be feeling this way.

Jungkook stands up, his stance now towering over you, as he walks towards the grass patch.

You watch as he bends down, picking up something from the grass and hiding it behind his back as he walks back to you.

“Here’s my thank you gift,” Jungkook grins at you, revealing what he was hiding, a bunch of small flowers that he had plucked while you went to get the first aid kit.

“Oh? Thanks Koo,” You smile, taking the flowers from him.

Jungkook ruffles your hair, before bidding goodbye, telling you to not go home too late.

You stare at the flowers in your hand as you clutch your poor heart, beating way too fast.

Maybe you have a chance with him.

You should definitely not be eavesdropping on this conversation right now, but you can’t help yourself, after all, your name coming from Jungkook’s voice caught your attention.

“Yah, so do you like her?” There’s an unrecognisable voice in a hushed whisper, probably one of Jungkook’s friends

“Nah, she’s my friend,”

Ouch, that fucking hurt.

You could’ve gone about your day not knowing this, yet you’re somewhat happy that you did, or else you would still have the slightest glimpse of hope that he would even like you.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces.

You and Jungkook had made plans to go over to his house today, something you two often did on a weekly basis. Yet with what you heard just now, you seriously did not feel like getting your heart played again.

jungkook: we’re watching that kdrama i told you about later kay

You read his text, before looking up, locking eyes with him from where he was sitting, all the way at the other end of the classroom.

Shit, don’t fall for his antics.

You look back down at your phone, replying:

you: okay

You quickly lock your phone and shove it into your bag before your professor can catch you.

The phone now in your bag vibrates again, Jungkook’s looking at you expectedly, waiting for a reply. Instead, you ignore the buzzing, looking straight at the board filled with math equations.

When the class ends, Jungkook immediately rushes to your table, as the classroom clears, the rest of the students all rushing out to go home.

“Yah, why didn’t you answer my text,” He drags the chair near your table and sits nexts to you, but you don’t even spare him a glance, shrugging as you focus on packing up your stuff.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jungkook frowns, noticing a change in your mood, you obviously were dejected about something, but he simply couldn’t piece it together.

You don’t respond to that, you don’t know what your answer is to that question. Technically he didn’t do anything wrong, he had a choice in his feelings towards you, but he also was the reason why you felt this way.

“I think I’m gonna go home, sorry,” You whisper, not daring to look at him.

“What? Why? Did I make you mad? Or is it Junghyeon?” He’s panicking, you can tell, you feel bad for making him feel as if he had done something wrong, even though he had technically done nothing wrong.

You frown at the name mentioned.

Junghyeon was your ex boyfriend, he had been nasty to you throughout the relationship, and Jungkook had been the one to help you out of it. He had been the one to open your eyes and realise what a shit boyfriend Junghyeon was. Even up to now Jungkook will defend you if Junghyeon talks shit and spreads rumours about you.

Another reason to feel bad for treating Jungkook so differently all of a sudden. Just because of what you heard while eavesdropping. You had no reason to treat him this way, yet it fucking hurt your heart everytime he gave you butterflies, when in your head you’re telling yourself, he doesn’t like you like that.

“It’s nothing Kook, just, I’m gonna head back,” You sigh, swinging your bag over your shoulder, as Jungkook stands up with you, holding your arm.

“Let go,” You struggle against his hold, but he doesn’t let you leave.

“Not until you tell me why you’re being like that,” He shakes his head, eyes filled with concern and panic, he doesn’t know what happened, not a single clue.

“It’s nothing Kook, just let me go,” You almost sneer at him, before running out of the classroom.

Jungkook can only stand there in confusion, his heart aches slightly, but he refuses to give up.

“Jeon, come with us to eat lunch,” He looks up after a moment of silence, realises Mingyu was standing at the entrance, waiting for his reply.

“Nah I’ll pass-“

“Come on Jeon, you haven’t hung out with me for a really long time,” Mingyu wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, dragging the dejected boy out of the classroom.

Jungkook would much rather be with you right now, finding out what made you so cold all of a sudden, to reconcile whatever happened to make you mad, to cuddle and hug you, to comfort you and hear you laugh and smile again.

Instead, he’s stuck with Mingyu sitting next to him, as Mingyu’s friends shamelessly flirt with him.

He’s frankly sick and tired of having to attend to these girls who he had zero interest in.

Sure they weren’t ugly, but their personalities weren’t the prettiest either.

“So, Jungkookie,” The girl sitting opposite him coos, he frowns at the nickname, he doesn’t even remember her fucking name.

“Do you like girls with short hair or long hair?” She flicks her hair, both girls flirting with him having kind of short hair, shoulder length and a little longer.

“Long hair,” He replies with a monotonous voice, staring blankly at them.

“Oh,”

Jungkook wants to let out a laugh, but he holds himself back.

You’re laying on your bed, sulking and tearing up. You don’t even know why you’re crying over this stupid thing. You didn’t even get rejected, but you did get rejected indirectly by hearing what Jungkook had said to the unknown person.

You open up your phone, going on Instagram in hopes to distract yourself from breaking down, but the first story that you open up just has to be Mirae’s instagram, with a picture of Jungkook and Mingyu on the story.

He’s out with Mirae. He’s not looking at her camera though, both him and Mingyu busy on his phone showing each other something.

But she’s sitting opposite him, it’s practically a date.

Jungkook’s on a date with Mirae, the girl who clearly had a huge crush on him, you concluded.

Great, great fucking great.

You sigh, closing your eyes as tears escape the corners of your eyes.

The next time you wake up, your vision is slightly groggy, as you sit up and rub your eyes, stretching.

The smell of noodles waft into your nose, shit, did you leave the stove on or something?

As you walk out of the room, you halt in your steps.

You recognise the man who has his back faced towards you, cooking in your kitchen, in your apartment.

It’s Jungkook.

“___?” Jungkook calls out, tilting to try to see if you were standing in the hallway.

You quickly run back into the room, shutting the door behind you and climbing back into bed.

What was he doing here?

You should have never given him the password to your apartment.

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. You can’t fucking hide from him anymore because he’s in your house, why must he play with your heart so much?

When the door to your room creaks open, you quickly duck below your blanket, in a pathetic attempt to make it seem as if you were sleeping.

“___, come on, I heard you in the hallway,” You hear Jungkook’s voice, slightly muffled from you hiding under the covers. You hear him set something down, the smell of noodles stronger than before.

He doesn’t let the small flowers placed on your desk go unnoticed. You kept the flowers he gave you.

Even though it’s childish, you refuse to answer him.

Jungkook pulls down the blanket to reveal your messy hair, the back of your head facing him. You attempt to pull the blanket back up but he’s too strong.

“Come on, don’t be mad at me,” Jungkook tries to convince you to come out of the blanket, but you stubbornly refuse.

He reaches out to card his fingers through your messy hair, but you move away from his touch, whining when his fingers get stuck halfway through a knot.

“Oww,” You’re whining, clutching the area as Jungkook shushes you.

“At least sit up, I’ll help you get rid of it,” He’s really trying everything to get you to talk to him, he will sit here and keep trying forever until you give in.

“No,” Your voice wobbles, eyes watering with frustration. Why was he here, you’re going to get your heart shattered into a million pieces all over again.

“Why’re you being so difficult, hmm?” Jungkook sighs, sitting back and leaving you to curl up into a ball.

“Go away,” You tried to sound angry, but with the tears slowly running down your cheeks, there’s a sob that comes uncontrollably right after.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Jungkook’s face is now full of concern, he manages to untangle you from the blankets, as you struggle against his hold.

“Shh, it’s okay, don’t push me away, my body still hurts from that day,”

Jungkook has your head buried into his chest, you want to punch him, but when he reminds you of that day, when you had gently patched him up, you don’t dare to struggle against him anymore.

You can feel his hand rubbing up and down against your back as you clutch onto his shirt. You can smell his cologne, the one the both of you had picked when you went on a school vacation.

“If you don’t wanna tell me what’s wrong right now that’s okay, just let me take care of you ‘kay?”

You weakly nod, mentally cursing at yourself for foolishly giving up fighting against him.

Jungkook pulls you out of his lap, settling you in between the pillows on your bed and pulling the blanket to cover your body as you sit, waiting for his next move.

He grabs the bowl of noodles placed on your bedside table, picking up a few strands with the chopsticks and blowing on it gently.

Jungkook brings the chopsticks near your mouth, but you keep your mouth shut, refusing to give in to him again.

“I know you didn’t eat dinner, quickly eat now or else you’d have acid reflux like the last time,” You cringe internally remembering how you were hunched over the toilet crying, as he held your hair back, shushing your sobs.

You comply in the end, opening your mouth and letting Jungkook feed you.

“Good girl,” He whispers, using his thumb to swipe away the drop of soup at the corner of your mouth.

Fuck, he’s making you go crazy. Good girl? Does he want you to go insane?

You gulp down the noodles, looking up at him as you make eye contact. Jungkook scans your face, wiping the tear threatening to fall further down your cheek.

“Don’t cry already, come on, let’s put on the show while you eat,”

He reaches for the remote on the other side of the bed, his body hovering over yours for a few seconds before he’s back next to you, eyes trained onto the TV and switching to the mentioned show.

You both watch the show as he slowly feeds you the noodles. You want to tell him it tastes amazing, that you want to kiss him for pampering you despite having treated him so coldly before. You simply just let yourself be taken care of by Jungkook, already anticipating getting your heart broken again when he leaves.

When you finish the bowl of noodles, Jungkook slots himself next to you under the covers, pulling you so that your head was now resting against his chest, both of you watching the show playing on the TV in front of your bed.

You aren’t sure if Jungkook can hear your heart going crazy in your chest but you sure can.

You shouldn’t be doing this, you shouldn’t be cuddling with your best friend who clearly doesn’t like you.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” He looks down at you, pausing the show.

“Is this what friends do?”

Jungkook frowns at you, leaning back to look at you properly.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, maybe we shouldn’t be cuddling and all this, we clearly aren’t a couple or anything, and you don’t like me like that, so we shouldn’t-“

Before you can continue, Jungkook’s lips are crashing down on you.

What?

He pulls back, looking straight into your eyes,

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” Your eyes are widened, you haven’t even fully processed what just happened

“Why did you say that? Who said I didn’t like you?” He frowns at you, as if he did not just kiss you in the midst of you talking

Now you’re even more confused, “Don’t lie to me Kook, you don’t have to pretend that you like me just because I do,”

You curse under your breath for letting the last part slip out.

“I’m serious ___, why would you think I don’t?” Jungkook’s shocked, firstly at you admitting you like him back, but more importantly, the fact that you had the audacity to even believe he wasn’t crazy for you.

“I heard you talking to someone and you told them you didn’t like me,”

Jungkook sighs, grabbing your hands in his, “____, of course I wouldn’t tell Yongjae that, I barely know him,”

You slip your hands out of his,

“I think you like Mirae,” You scoff at him

“What?” He’s genuinely confused, the name not being familiar to him

You whip out your phone, showing him the instagram story, your heart clenches a little when you see the photo.

“Oh so that’s her name, why the fuck would she take a photo of me,” He grumbles, grabbing your phone from your hand and screenshotting the story and saving it into your camera roll

“___ I swear I didn’t even know her until today, Mingyu asked me to go out with him and apparently they followed along, I swear I didn’t even know her fucking name, do you know her? Why would she take a picture of me without asking? She was really weird with me you know,”

The whole time he’s rambling on and on, everything was beginning to piece together.

“___, I fucking love you so much, I only said that to Yongjae because I knew he would be a big mouth and tell everyone, and I obviously didn’t want you to find out that way, and I don’t like Mirae at all, in fact, all she did was make me fucking uncomfortable with her horrible flirting skills, I love you, please ____,” Jungkook grabs your hands again, searching your face for a reply.

“Prove it to me then, I’ll give you a chance to show me that you really do love me,” You’re trying your best to hold back from simply just confessing back to him, yet it seemed too good to be true that Jungkook, your best friend, liked you back the same

“I will,” Jungkook nods, but his heart aches internally, he truly did love you so much, it hurt him to know you were hesitating so much

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook whispers, his face inches away from yours,

“Okay” You whisper back, leaning to lock your lips with his

Maybe everything would turn out okay

jungkook: don’t sleep too late okay? love you ❤️

Just as you closed the front door of your apartment and bid goodbye to Jungkook, of course he had sent you a text immediately.

You find yourself smiling unconsciously at the text, before quickly replying:

you: okay, see you tomorrow :)

Your phone lights up again,

jungkook: i love you

jungkook: you didn’t reply my first ‘love you’ ☹️

You laugh to yourself, replying

you: okay fine, i love you too ❤️

you: so eager to profess your love? 😏

Jungkook immediately types back, he’s standing outside your front door still, hearing your muffled laughter from behind the door.

jungkook: of course, go and sleep, i can see your light is still on

jungkook: don’t miss me too much 😏

You look through the peephole, seeing Jungkook’s tall frame leaning against your door, his hair taking up most of the view from the hole.

you: okay goodnight, stop standing outside my door and go home before it’s too late

You hear Jungkook laugh from outside, before his footsteps begin to get softer as he walks away.

“___, I saw Jungkook leave your apartment last night, what were you doing?” The familiar voice rings from behind you as your arm is being held back.

“Junghyeon, leave me alone, it’s none of your business anymore,” You shake your arm out of his grasp, walking faster towards the entrance of the school, wanting to quickly head home before anything happens

Your ex boyfriend ignores your words, continuing to grab your arm and pull you back from walking further.

You wince from how hard he had tugged your arm, struggling as you pull against his grasp.

“Let go of me,” You grit through your teeth, desperately trying to escape.

“Try and escape, you won’t, you’re too fucking weak and your pretty little boy won’t come here and save you,” He seethes, breath blowing onto your face as you scrunch your face in disgust.

“I’m not telling you shit, you don’t need to dig into my business Junghyeon,” You spit at him, but he only tightens his grip on your arm, making you whimper in pain.

“No! You tell me what the fuck you were doing with him so late at night!” He bangs the locker near you, making you flinch at the loud noise.

“What the fuck are you doing, get your hands off of her,” There’s a very angry voice that rings through the air, as Junghyeon’s grasp on your arm gets released.

It’s Jungkook.

“Fuck off, don’t fucking touch her like that,” Jungkook growls at the man, holding his fist in the air as he grabs Junghyeon’s shirt.

“Who are you to tell me that? YOU should be the one fucking off, she’s probably fucking around with other guys like the slut she is-“

BAAM.

Jungkook punches him in the face, sending Junghyeon flying to the ground, as students start to gather in the hallways, gasping and whispering amongst themselves.

You quickly take Jungkook by the arm, attempting to drag him away from Junghyeon who’s clutching his jaw, wincing in pain on the floor.

“Jungkook, leave him, it’s okay already,” You’re slowly pulling him away as students gather around Junghyeon on the floor.

Jungkook’s panting heavily, you don’t recognise the look in his eyes as he lets himself get dragged away by you, but his eyes don’t leave Junghyeon who’s muttering something as he locks eyes with Jungkook.

“Wait baby, I need to teach that fucker a lesson,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, he reaches back to your arm to gently pull it away, but with the bruise forming on your arm from earlier, you whimper when he touches the hurt area.

Jungkook whips around with concern the moment he hears you wince, flinching from his touch as you hold onto your arm,

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry, let me see it,” He gently takes your arm, as you let him inspect the bruise, it was turning purple already, as he frowns.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to beat him up some more, he deserves it, how dare he touch my girlfriend like that,” Jungkook rambles on as he looks back at Junghyeon, who’s getting up from the floor and walking away.

“Kook, no more punching people, you’re going to get into trouble with the discipline mistress already,” You sigh, letting him inspect your bruise closer as he rubs his thumb lightly over it, eyes widening in concern as you wince even with the slightest touch.

Jungkook complies with your words, he would do anything to prove to you he truly did love you, no matter how bad he wanted to punch Junghyeon again.

That day, you wait for Jungkook who’s currently in detention for acting out. He has tried to reason with the discipline mistress but she had given him no leeway. Instead, you decided to wait in the library until your boyfriend was done with his detention, focusing on doing your work as you wait.

On the other hand, Jungkook was making love letters throughout his detention, the discipline mistress sighing every time she checked up on him and Junghyeon who were sitting at opposite ends in the class.

“Jungkook-ah, you had the right intention for wanting to stand up for ___, but you should know violence is never the answer, no matter how much you like the person,”

He frowns at the discipline mistress’ words, “I’m sorry Ma’am, I promise I won’t punch anyone, but I don’t just like her, I love her,” He sighs, writing more words into the pink paper he had folded into hearts.

She can only sigh at the love sick Jungkook, Junghyeon glaring right at him from the other end of the class.

“Oh! You gave me a shock!” You gasp quietly as Jungkook slides into the chair next to you, you check your phone, noticing it had already been 6pm long ago, meaning Jungkook was done with his detention for quite a long time.

“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” Jungkook gestures to your phone, as you notice the notifications from him:

jungkook: im done with my detention

jungkook: i learnt my lesson i promise 🙃 which part of the library are you at?

“Oh sorry Koo, I was so focused on my work I didn’t notice,” You sweep a strand of hair covering his eyes.

“I searched high and low for you, I cleared out two whole floors of the library before I found you here,” He groans, sulking into the seat.

You laugh quietly, finding it endearing.

Jungkook was really making his way to your heart.

“Oh! I have this for you I made while waiting,” He reaches into his jacket pocket and fishes out the pink paper folded into a heart shape, placing it into your hands.

“Oh? You did this in detention?” You smile at him, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

He was being fucking cute, writing you a love letter while being in detention, you wanted to kiss him right there and then.

“Yeah, missed you and thought about you so much, now quickly open it,” He gestures for you to unfold the paper, as you comply

You read the small handwriting squished together to fit into the small piece of paper:

____, I’m writing this in detention as I was told to reflect on my actions so I thought I should write this to you to show you how much I love you ❤️ When you began to act cold towards me that day, my heart shattered into a million pieces, I wanted to just wrap you up and protect you from whoever was hurting you. I didn’t know that you had thought it was me who didn’t like you more than a friend, it hurt me to see you cry and push me away like that. I just love you so fucking much, I want you to believe my words, because you mean the world to me, no matter how we would have ended up if I had confessed to you earlier, or if you had confessed to me first, or if we never got jealous of each other, I would love you nevertheless.

You’re giggling to yourself as you finish reading the letter, folding it back and keeping it in your pocket.

“Yah! Don’t laugh at my love confession,” Jungkook pouts dramatically, whining softly as he sulks into the chair next to you

“I’m laughing because I find it cute baby, do you want your kiss or not?” You giggle as he lights up, sitting up quickly and kissing you.

You happily kiss him back, you put your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. Jungkook is on cloud nine.

Not before you both get interrupted by another student who’s sitting opposite you, clearing his throat.

You quickly pack up your stuff and you and Jungkook head out of the library, not wanting to get caught again.

The next day, you’re in the canteen sitting with your friends, as you make eye contact with Jungkook, who now proudly proclaims as your boyfriend. He sends you a quick smile before turning back to Mingyu who’s talking.

You look down as your phone lits up,

boyfriend ❤️: like my new contact name?

You gasp, whipping your head up at Jungkook who’s smiling at you mischeviously, you quickly reply back:

you: yah! when did you do that!!!!

you: its cute though, miss you already

You shut off your phone before your friends catch you.

The phone next to you lits up again,

boyfriend ❤️: come here and kiss me then

You roll your eyes at him, going back to your conversation with your friends.

The next thing you know, Yeji stops talking as she nods behind you, telling you to turn around.

“Hi baby,” Jungkook’s smiling down at you as he leans down to peck your lips.

The whole table gasps, making the rest of the canteen turn their heads to see what was going on

“Kook!” You slap his chest, burying your face into your hands in embarrassment.

“He was looking, had to show him who’s the boss,” Jungkook whispers into your ear as he smirks at you, you tsk at his expression

He laughs at you, ruffling your hair before running back to his table.

“Oh my gosh, why didn’t you tell me?” Yeji shakes your hand in hers, your friends obviously taken aback by the current situation.

“It happened recently, I swear I was going to tell you,” You groan, trying to keep their reactions down so that people will stop staring your way.

“Baby, you want this?” Jungkook gestures towards the huge stuffed toy puppy hanging from the booth

“Are you sure you can get that? It’s pretty hard y’know,” You laugh, nudging your boyfriend playfully in the chest.

“Hey! I’m an expert at carnival games okay? Let me show you,” He passes the booth owner money, receiving three balls to throw into the moving buckets.

You watch as Jungkook perfectly gets all three balls into the buckets, as you jump excitedly next to him,

“OHMYGOSH!!!!” You’re squealing as you shake your boyfriend, who’s amused by your reaction, letting himself get shaken by you.

“Told you I could do it,” Jungkook proudly hands you the giant stuffed puppy, as you kiss him on the cheek as a thank you gesture.

“Urgh, maybe I shouldn’t have won that,” Jungkook groans, sulking into the sofa in your bedroom

“Why? It’s so cute and soft, it looks like you baby,” You giggle, hugging the huge stuffed toy tighter

“Firstly, that puppy doesn’t look like me, secondly, it’s quite literally stealing you away from me,” You watch as he whines, sinking further into the sofa.

“Okay, okay fine, now I’ll pay attention to my sulky puppy,” You tease him, walking over to the sofa and cupping his face into your hands.

Jungkook stares up at you, he’s admiring your pretty face, he could stare at you all day.

“Paw,”

“Huh?”

“Give me paw, puppy,” You giggle as you have your hand out expectantly, waiting for him to obey your command.

“Yah! What has the soft toy done to you!” He tackles you, tickling your sides as you burst out into laughter, pleading with him to stop.

Jungkook pays no heed to your pleas, he continues to manhandle you so that you’re now laying on the sofa, and he’s caging you above, preventing you from escaping his attacks.

It takes him a lot of pleading from you to stop, by the time he does stop the both of you are laughing, Jungkook plopping on top of you as you bask in happiness.

You’d love him nevertheless.

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Behind Those Connection | bestfriend!jungkook au 02

⭢ pairing: jungkook x reader ⭢ genre: fluff, bestfriend!jungkook ⭢ warnings: introvert jk, future family problems, jk prefers to be alone ⭢ word count: 3.2k

summary: in which you are the only friend that jungkook has parts: 1

“Should I drink another paracetamol? My head still aches.” You take a seat from laying down and rest your head on the headboard. You close your eyes as you put your palms in your forehead.

“Maybe you should take another shot of tequila. It might help treat your headache.” Jungkook sarcastically said before he sat on the edge of your bed with a playful smirk which irritated you. When you wake up with a terrible headache, he’s already in your room arranging the books that are scattered on the floor. You’ve been complaining about how your head feels like breaking and even Jungkook wants you to eat your breakfast, you can’t manage.

Hangovers are already your friend and you’re used to feeling it for almost every week but it still kills you, although you can handle it. Maybe because your bestfriend is always present to take care of you whenever you deal with your hangover.

“Your parents aren’t home. Where are they?” He asks. You open your eyes to look at him and when you see that he’s looking at you seriously, you close your eyes again.

“In Taiwan.” You answered shortly.

You met Jungkook since both of your parents are friends because of business. Both families own an oil company and in fact, they are a business competitor. At first, you don’t really understand the reason why even though their company is competing, they still manage to become friends until Jungkook taught you that competitors also benefit from each other. He taught you a lot of things that confuses you and sometimes, he taught you the things that your parents should be teaching but because of their absence, they can’t.

You and Jungkook have a lot of differences and most of the time, both of you don’t agree with each other but the common thing you have with him is lack of attention from their parents. Both of you are the only child of their parents and that is the thing that keeps you close. You got each other's back and he's the only support system you have. You were used to only having him since both of your parents do not pay attention to the two of you.

When Jungkook is done arranging your books, he walks towards you. “Do you want me to bring your food in here?” He asks and you nod, not giving him a glance. He chuckled because of your situation, and you raised your middle finger.

“Damn you.” You cursed.

“Serves you right. You don’t even learn your lesson.” He said before he opened the door and left.

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Weeks have passed and it's already your final week of the semester. You’ve been cramming a lot since there are a lot of things to catch up on. Being a Philosophy major gives you a lot of headaches and even if there are only a few subjects, requirements are piling up. Exams and projects are happening at the same time which makes you want to drop out of college.

“I don’t even understand shits. What the fuck.” Nayeon threw her papers on the table and you threw your attention to her.

Momo, one of your friend slash blockmate sigh heavily and stretch her arms. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” She speaks.

“Girls, you can’t complain right now. We have a lot of things to catch up on and we’re not even done with the research paper in Mr. Kim’s subject.” Mina picks up the piled paper and shows it to us.

The three girls are now complaining and you looked at the surroundings. Almost all the tables in the library are occupied and students are busy with their business. You even saw Jennie with her T-square ruler. You glance at your wrist watch and close your laptop before you face your friends.

“Maybe we should take a break since it’s past 12. We should grab lunch.” You said before you stand up and fix your things. You only eat a piece of loaf bread for breakfast because you’re already late for your first class and your stomach is now starting to growl. You went to the cafeteria along with your friends while discussing the things to study for your exams.

“What are you having for lunch, y/n?” Nayeon asks you as you reach the cafeteria. You ordered a rice meal since your stomach is growling. As you get your food, Mina has already found a seat and you walk towards the table.

“Rice for lunch, huh? Looks like you’re surely hungry.” Mina said when you sat next to her along with Nayeon and Momo. You and your friends started to eat while having a conversation when Nayeon looked behind you and Mina.

“Jungkook really loves to be alone. Do you guys still eat together?” Mina asked as she looked at you. You looked back and you saw Jungkook wearing his favorite hoodie while resting his arm on the table and his chin on his knuckles. His attention is in the book that he’s reading and it looks like he just starts to read a new one since it's on the front page. He’s alone which you don’t find surprising because like what Mina said, he loves to be alone. But you wonder why he prefers to read his book instead of in the library.

“Yeah. We eat together outside the campus most of the time. He doesn’t like the food here.” You respond and continue to eat.

“I haven’t talked to him in a while, y/n. I hope he can hang out with us soon with the other gang.” Nayeon said as he looked at Jungkook.

Nayeon is one of your main friends in high school and he also treated Jungkook as her friends, including your other friends but when college started, they only got to catch up with Jungkook once in a blue moon.

“Oh god, y/n. Have I told you how freaking hot he is? If he wasn't intimidating, I would really hit on him.” Momo grabs your wrist and she squeals softly.

“You’ve already told her tons of times, Momo.” Nayeon said, which made the girls laugh, including you.

“I really can’t believe that you are the only person he considered as a friend. Mingyu and Wonwoo try to ask him to join them for lunch and even invited him for a group study which Jungkook eventually refuses. Why don’t he try to hang out with the other guys, y/n?”

“Nayeon is also his friend.” You opposed.

“Yeah, but not friend friend. You know what I mean?” Momo said while wiping her lips with tissues.

“True. And like how can you not fall in love with him, y/n? He’s drop dead gorgeous.” Mina giggled and hit your arm which you reacted to.

“Does he even know that a lot of students want to be friends with him? Well, not only because of his look, but he’s a freaking Einstein! He’s the top student in the engineering department.” You looked at Nayeon and she’s also staring at you and once both of you had an eye contact, you both chuckled at your friends reaction.

You don’t even get the chance to speak because Mina and Momo keep on talking about Jungkook. They are throwing comments about your bestfriend and you just sit there laughing it out. It sounds absurd but what your friends said were true. Jungkook is indeed famous in your university. He’s known for his attractiveness and believe it or not, he’s also known for not having other friends except you. If you are known to be an extrovert person, then he’s the opposite. Most people think that both of you are in the relationship and they find it hard to believe that the two of you are just friends. Some people find it fascinating how both of you became friends and some find it strange. It was indeed ironic between the two of you but honestly, if you didn’t force yourself to enter his life, you wouldn't be having him as your friend.

But there are times that you really want him to make other friends because after entering college, he absolutely doesn’t want to talk casually to others except you which you worry about. What if you’re gone? What if there are times that you can’t be with him? And what if there are thoughts he wants to let out but he doesn’t feel comfortable saying it to you? It is possible because in your case, even though you consider him as your bestfriend, there are still things that you can’t tell him.

You wanted to stay with him every time just like in middle and high school. All those years, you both are in the same class and you’re always with him all the time. You sit next to him, you work together, eat together and even go home together. But when college years come, you and him walk in a different path.

You gave him another glance and when he caught you looking at him, you let your tongue out and he rolled his eyes.

You and your friends stayed at your table after you finished your meal as you continued the conversation you had about schools and stuff. This is the only chance you can catch up with your college friends because even though you’re with them during class, you don’t have the time to check up on them since all of you are busy.

It’s already past 1 in the afternoon when you and your friends decided to go back to the library and continue your studying session but you let them go first because you wanted to check up on Jungkook.

He’s sitting in the right corner of the cafeteria and when you reach his table, you sit in the opposite uninvited. He just gives you a glance and proceeds on reading his book.

“Why don’t you read at the library?” You asked once you’re seated.

“It’s overcrowded.” He responded and you agree since a lot of the students are in the library right now.

“When did you finish the first book?” You pointed out his book that he’s reading entitled unravel me.

“Last night.” He answered and you wonder if he has other things to accomplish since its final week. He doesn’t look like he’s busy after all.

“Don’t you have other things to do?” You asked and you rested your chin in your palms while looking at him.

“I’m done with the plates.” He’s not even looking at you.

“Study?”

“I’m done.” He responded and he even sounded so bored. You remember what Momo said about Mingyu and Wonwoo asking him to join for a group study but he refused. Maybe he’s done studying that’s why he refuses. But you know better. He’s not interested.

“I heard that Mingyu and Wonwoo ask you to join for a group study and you decline.” You said. You offer him your orange juice before you continue. “Why don’t you try? Having a lot of opinions regarding the lecture makes you know more.”

He closed the book and he finally looked at you before accepting your orange juice and taking a sip.

“I don’t need it.”

“But maybe they need you. Since you’re a top performing student, maybe they want to learn from you.”

“I doubt. They’re also top performing students. Where did you even hear that?” He asked.

“I have a lot of ears from different parts of the campus.” You tucked your hair in your right ear to show it.

“Where are your friends?” He asks changing the topic while sipping your orange juice.

“In the library.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Can’t I say hi to my bestfriend?” You raise both of your eyebrows. He pointed his finger to your forehead before he pushed it.

“What the fuck?” You grab his finger and twist it.

“Ow!” He pulled his fingers.

“Serves you right, bitch.”

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From: Jimin

Didn’t know you’re into coffees haha

There’s a newly opened cafe downtown. Wanna check it out?

You’ve been staring at his last reply and you don’t really know what to say. You purse your lips before putting down your phone and a big smile is displayed on your face. You’ve been talking to Jimin for almost a week. You were surprised when he suddenly messaged you after your finals which you’re not complaining since he’s Jimin that you’re talking about.

“What's the matter?” You looked at your bestfriend that is sitting at the opposite side of the couch while holding his nintendo switch. You were visiting his house more often since finals were over and you got nothing to do. You put up your legs on the couch before you smile at him and caress your own cheeks.

“Jimin asked me out.” You answered and scrunched your face.

Jungkook got stunned by what you’ve said. He keeps looking at you and the screen of his game but when he loses, he exits the game.

“When?” He asks while looking at the screen of his switch mindlessly finding a game to play.

“I still don’t know. I haven’t replied. What should I say? ‘Great!’ ‘I’d love that!’ orrr ‘I love you.” You burst out laughing and pick up your phone.

“You look stupid.” Your smile vanishes at his remarks. You just rolled your eyes and focused on what you should reply to in his message.

To: Jimin

Definitely up for it!

While you were having fun chatting with your happy crush, your bestfriend keeps an eye on you and stares at every reaction you had. After your failed relationship two years ago, this is the only time he saw you talking with another guy. Apart from the fact that it is Park Jimin, he’s also the guy you’ve been crushing on since highschool. Jungkook is totally aware of that because you’ve been talking about him quite a lot of times. And if Jungkook is going to speak his mind, he wants you to stop talking about Jimin. Besides that he’s not interested, his blood started to boil when he heard his name. He doesn’t understand why he felt that way but as much as possible, he doesn’t want to hear Jimin’s name from you.

You looked at the mirror once again to check on yourself and you fixed your hair even though they are not messy. You rub your arms when the coldness of the cafe hits your body and you take a deep breath before you look at the time. It’s thirty minutes before five in the afternoon and you’ll be meeting Jimin at the coffee shop that he’s talking about. If Jimin is a different guy, you’ll probably be late since you don’t value the time. However, it is Jimin that you’ll be meeting and you can’t help but to be an early bird that might impress him.

You were overthinking things when you heard someone talk that made you flinch. You looked up and you saw Jimin standing in front of you while smiling. You looked at him with wide eyes because he looked so damn handsome. He’s wearing a white long sleeve polo shirt with a silver necklace and a trouser pants that’s perfect with his black calfskin shoes. You smiled back before he sat in front of you.

“I thought I’m early but I guess I’m not.” He said and you immediately shook your head to disagree.

“We’re just too early.” You answered. “I had nothing to do so I planned to arrive earlier.” You continued.

“I see. I even thought that you’ll be late since you’re not a fan of being punctual.” He joked.

Jimin stands up to order for the both of you. You even took a picture of him while he’s at the counter and send it to your bestfriend with the message, “my date.” You were surprised when he ordered pastries and pasta. You don’t know how you will be able to consume them since you’re not really hungry. Jimin said that he wants you to taste those foods and rate them since the shop is new. You find it weird and funny at the same time but okay.

You were having fun with him as you both talked about a lot of stuff and mostly about the memories you had during highschool. He used to be your classmate from seventh grade until the last years of highschool therefore, you both share a lot of memories. Both of you were not that close during highschool and it’s ironic when you only got the chance to be close to him during the start of college when both of you are attending college parties. You don’t have the plan on talking about you having a crush on him but unfortunately, he mentioned it.

“Yes! I remembered that because Ryujin pushed me to be your partner since she thought that you had a crush on me.” He's talking about the time during ninth grade when you had a science project. Both of you were late. That's why there is no chance that you can be partners with Jungkook because he already had a partner and the only option is Jimin and your other classmate.

You laugh awkwardly and you just want the grounds to eat you out. You’ve said that you don’t really keep it a secret that you like Jimin but it embarrasses you when he’s the one talking about it.

“Yeah. Ryujin is stupid for pushing you.” You commented.

“No, actually she did a great job pushing me since we had a perfect output.” He said.

You were enjoying the little throwback sesh with Jimin when you didn't notice that it’s already eight in the evening. As much as you want to stay, you have to go. You were about to call your driver when Jimin offered to give you a ride home.

“I’ll give the shop a nine out of ten.” You said.

“Nine? What happened to that one point?” He asked, glancing at you.

“Their food was so delicious it ruined my diet.” He laughs at your answer.

Jimin stopped when you arrived at the gate of your house. You looked at him and smiled. “Thank you for today. I had fun.” You said.

“No, I should be the one thanking you because it made me think that highschool is indeed a great year.” He answered.

“They surely are.” You tuck your hair in your ears and arrange your things.

“My favorite on the menu is cheesecake. How about you?” He said talking about the cakes in the coffee shop you just went to.

“Mine is the coffee I had. I also love their carbonara.”

“Then do you want to visit there again?” You look at him and your face suddenly heats up. You try to prevent yourself from smiling.

“Of course.” You answered.

You both said goodbyes after a while and Jimin waited for you to enter the gates before he left and you were walking inside the house with a smile on your face. When you arrive at your room, you immediately remove your sandals before lying down on the bed. You opened your phone and looked at the photos that you and Jimin had. You giggled and opened the chat box of Jimin.

To: Jimin

Thank you for today. I really had fun. Drive safely :)

When you exit the chat box, you see the name of your bestfriend and he didn’t reply to the last message you sent which made you wonder. You open the chat box and compose a message to send.

To: Jungkook

I just got home and had so much fun with Jimin! I’ll tell more you when we see each other tomorrow :P

You’ve already taken a bath and did your skincare when you didn’t even receive a single reply from Jungkook. You got worried because he hasn't messaged since afternoon so you decided to call him but he didn’t answer his phone.

You find it strange that he’s not answering your calls and texts but you just let it slide. You sat on your bed and stared blankly at your phone while the chat box of Jungkook was open. You don’t remember the last time that Jungkook didn’t keep in touch with you the whole day and you suddenly feel gloomy. You don’t know but even though you’re with him yesterday, you kinda missed him. You pouted as you hugged your phone before closing your eyes to sleep.

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