#bts twoshot
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maniac pt.2: 100%
ex boyfriend!jjk x reader
genre: angst ft. Fluff
word count: 6.1 k
warning: drunk! jk, y/n cries a lot, Conan Gray songs (I like him don’t come at me), mentions of sexual themes, language (as always), slightly annoying plot but I got in THE FEELS™️ okay????
synopsis: a mutual breakup from your long term boyfriend leaves you inevitably devastated, but a unexpected collaboration may just be the breakthrough the two of you needed.
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“Fuck you.”
“That’s your job, love, not mine.”
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
To say that Jeon Jeongguk avoided you after the… ordeal… was the biggest understatement of understatements. The man disappeared. One moment you could see him on campus out of the corner of your eyes, then the next second: poof he dematerialized.
You thought about texting him, demanding him to… to… to what? Apologize? You weren’t sure if that was what you wanted. You were, afterall, going to kiss him if he hadn’t kissed you first…
Fuck… He was like a drug. You grazed your lips lightly with the tips of your own fingers… It was as if you had been clean for 9 months of him and that one single taste, that one single brush of his tantalizing lips against your own got you hooked once again. You craved him.
So, it was more than a surprise for you when you walked into your favorite library on campus to see Jeongguk behind the counter. Even more so since there was a girl in front of him who was obviously flirting with the man. And the world seemed to fade around you when you realized that Jeongguk had welcomed the flirting.
You shouldn’t feel upset, betrayed, queasy or anything even remotely close to what you were feeling. You had broken up; he was free to be with whoever he wanted. Free to meet, flirt and date whoever and whenever he wanted.
But the stabbing feeling in your gut couldn’t be ignored.
When you read romance in books, they always described this feeling as someone stabbing in your heart. But why was that? Your heart felt fine. It was beating stronger and faster if anything. However, your gut, your stomach felt hollow. A clawing feeling from the inside made you want to vomit. It was as if your body was telling you that something was wrong. That the pain of betrayal was physically excruciating.
Not that you were betrayed.
You were his ex, nothing less… nothing more.
You glanced over your shoulder once more as you exited the library, Jeongguk was watching you with a raised brow. The girl tugged on his sleeve for his attention once she realized it fled, he indulged her.
You slipped out of there silently.
///
The demo went successfully though you were half-afraid that Jeongguk would not show up. He did, he just didn’t acknowledge your presence. The professors from the music department congratulated you and were excited to see your performance in the next month. Jeongguk ate it all up while you stood there as if you were stoned, eyes glazing over as you watched Jeongguk interact with them with natural ease.
It was sickening.
Every time the conversation went to you, he went silent, Jeongguk looked around the demo room with an expression of faux curiosity. He masked his obvious distaste for the topic, you would’ve been fooled if you hadn’t been so tuned into his emotions before. Jeongguk was a master at masking his feelings… when he wanted to be.
“Y/N.”
You whipped your head up to see all the professors looking at you expectantly, even Jeongguk looked at you with a slight frown, “Sorry… What was the question?”
Professor Shin smiled, “Oh no worries, Y/N! We were just wondering if you had anything in mind after graduation. But that’s of no matter!” She looked at Jeongguk then back at you before smiling, “You both have been working so hard! No wonder you’re a little out of it.” She stepped back, calling the hoard of professors to retreat, “We’ll be looking forward to your performance, Y/N and Jeongguk.”
An inevitable breath escaped your lips when the professors were a safe distance away from the demo room.
“You good?”
You almost yelped at Jeongguk’s voice; you had forgotten he was even there.
“Yes.” You turned away to gather your things, “Hey about-“
“Y’know the-“ He started at the same time.
You both stopped, staring at each other, “You go.”
“No, it’s okay. You go.”
“No, it’s okay…”
“Okay well…” His hand went to the back of his neck, “About the night at your apartment, when we kissed… that was-“
“A mistake,” You blurted, steeling yourself, “It was a mistake.”
Jeongguk’s expression was blank, “Right. Yes. That was what I was going to say. A mistake.” He drawled, dropping his han, “A mistake.” He enunciated, emphasizing each syllable, “Nothing more.”
You let out the breath you were holding in, “E-exactly.”
“We make so many mistakes, don’t we?” Jeongguk laughed grimly, “The kiss, this project and…”
This relationship.
He didn’t say it, but the words echoed in your brain. It was a mistake, wasn’t it? To love someone, to continue loving someone even when they didn’t love you back? That’s the greatest mistake we can make, a clash between our hearts and our minds. You shouldn’t feel this way, but you did. You chose to.
The silence was deafening.
“I…” You grabbed your things, quickly shoving them into your bag, “I’ll see you at rehearsal.”
Jeongguk studied you through the hoods of his eyes, his expression tense with a kind of aristocratic rigidity, “Fine.”
“Fine.”
//
You saw Jeongguk with the girl from the library around campus.
Her arms were always around him; she was always touching him (not that you were looking). Her fingers were always playing with his hair or the strings of his hoodie. Her legs were always over his as she sat on his lap. Her lips were usually grazing his collarbone or against the shell of his ear.
Those were the moments you wanted to wretch her hands off of him.
She didn’t know him.
She didn’t know that Jeongguk hated it when his hair was touched, he preferred light tugs on the strands at the base of his neck or the fact that he hated uneven strings in his hoodie (he would immediately fix them if they were asymmetrical after she tugged them, making you smirk silently…(not that you were looking)). She didn’t know that his stomach got cold easily and preferred legs around his waist when sitting on his lap. She didn’t know that he was ticklish on his collarbones and ears, that he preferred forehead kisses and nose scrunches rather than whispered secrets.
She didn’t know him.
But he still smiled when he looked at her. The does eyes scrunched upwards into an expression you had seen so often that you memorized it.
And it chilled you. They say heartbreak and anger are one, they are hot like fire lapping at your skin as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. But that wasn’t true, you were cold. Everything felt cold and empty, the memories of the warm body next to you had transformed into only mist of him. A cold ghost of memory that caressed your mind ever so often with hands you wished to escape from.
He was looking at you now, your eyes made the smallest sliver of contact that you held onto like a lifeline.
He didn’t let go. You wished he did, you didn’t want to be caught overanalyzing this moment hours later. But he didn’t let go. He held your gaze.
So, you broke it.
//
“Y/NnNnnNNnnNnNnNNnnNnnnnnNnnn.” Taehyung whined as he flopped on top of your bed, which usually wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that you were still in it, “Let’s go! You can’t just spend your 22nd birthday in bed!”
You let out a muffled groan at the additional weight that was piled on you suddenly, “I don’t want to…”
“Come onnnnnnnnn.” Taehyung pulled you by the arm, dragging you slowly out of your covers, “You haven’t moved at all since you woke up.”
“A perfect way to spend a birthday.”
“Nonsense.” Taehyung succeeded pulling you out of your mattress, he kneeled over your body flopped on the floor, “Wake uppppppppppppppppppppp.”
“Nooooooo.”
“Y/NNnnnNnNnNNNnNnnN.” Your roommate continued to fuss.
“No.”
“I’ll do the dishes for a week.”
You head snapped up, “And the laundry?”
“Now we’re going too far. This is your birthday if you didn’t remember.”
You crawled back toward the bed, “Bye then.”
“Three days!”
“Five.”
Taehyung let out a sound that was between a yell and groan, “Four days! Final offer!”
You smiled; you were already planning to go the first time he asked anyway.
///
You shouldn’t have come.
The music in the frat house was loud and the lights blinding, your eyes went spotty with splashes of neon pink against the black of your eyelids every time you blinked. Taehyung tried to keep you engaged, pulling you to the living room that doubled as a dance floor, the bar, the dance floor, the bar over and over again even though he knew that you didn’t drink on your birthday.
You shouldn’t have come.
You didn’t even initially decide to come to the house anyway, you and Taehyung had dressed up for the cinema 10 minutes away, but the movie was cancelled, and the McDonald’s ice cream machine was broken. The house was plan c and the one you were least looking forward to.
Everything was too loud and too heavy, the air thick with the smell of underage drinking and sex. What a horrible way to spend your birthday.
You shook your head as you watched Taehyung being practically carried away by a group of football players, how an eccentric art student like him was able to be friends with all groups of kids baffled you sometimes.
Left alone to your own devices, you picked up some punch (which you were about 75% sure was spiked with vodka) before making your way upstairs to take a nap or do whatever to make the time go by faster. Taehyung was the one who drove you but seeing how much he’s been drinking; it seems like you wouldn’t be going home tonight at all.
Wandering the halls alone in a frat house was admittedly not your best idea but the desire to get away from the stench motivated you to open several rooms and be exposed to encounters and asscracks you could’ve gone your whole life without seeing.
After seeing a particularly risque encounter (you didn’t know people could bend like that in handcuffs), you had pratically lost all hope for the beloved nap. Sighing as you fought the urge to bang your head against the closet door, you leaned the back of your head against it as you stared at nothing...until a flashing pink dot started to jump against the black of the hallway.
It was Jeongguk.
It was a terrified Jeongguk.
It was a terrified Jeongguk in hot pink running towards you.
You froze as his eyes brightened in realization as he made his way towards you; in a flash of hot pink, he grabbed your wrist before pulling you along with him into the door you were contemplating banging your head against.
“Jeonggu-”
He pressed the rough pad of his fingertip against your lip, fingers that were covered in small calluses from all the times he would play his guitar as you baked in the back, “Shhhhh.”
This was the closest you’d ever been to him since the kiss-that-shall-not-be-named. The room was barely lit with fragments of light leaking from the doorframe’s gaps which highlighted his focused face in sharp shades. You thought about the moonlight: how it had danced around him in the earliest of nights months ago with his eyes twinkling in delight from your midnight escapades. They turned those brown eyes into pure honey.
With his chest against yours and his head leaned over your own to press his ear against the shut door you were unable to hear beyond the steady beat of his heart that your ear was pressed against; his soft breaths caressed your forehead as he leant past you to survey the sounds outside the door. The only thing that broke the silence were the occasional mumbles and shrieks of drunken girls and the hitching of your own breath.
The periodic silence allowed you to observe the room you had been pulled into, though you found it to be less of a room than you’d originally given it credit for. The floor and lower shelves were crammed with an assortment of shoeboxes and hidden vodka, the upper half was littered with winter coats and even more vodka. Jeongguk, in his panic from running away from whatever he was, had pulled the two of you into a closet.
Jeon fucking Jeongguk was wearing a hot pink set pulled you, his ex, into a closet in a frat house on your birthday.
Could this situation get any fucking weirder?
The silence hung thick in the air until you finally felt him relax against you, ”What the fuck was that?”
“Shh!” He pressed his finger against your lips before you snatched them away.
“Answers. Now.”
Jeongguk frowned and looked around his surroundings for the first time since he had pulled you both in.
“Jeongguk.” You gritted your teeth, praying to whichever deity that he couldn’t feel how uncomfortably hot you were getting, “Explain.”
“I’m hiding.”
“I’m hoping so because there is no other reason that you and I should be in a closet together, especially when you have a girlfriend.” You snapped.
Jeongguk frown slightly twitched before dissolving into a masked smirk, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“What-”
“We broke up two months ago. I’m hiding.”
Two months ago was your accident, not that it mattered. You filed that information in the back of your mind.
Your brows wrinkled at the recollection of the younger girl that had practically thrown herself against Jeongguk. She certainly did seem persistent but not someone Jeongguk couldn’t handle, “From her?”
“It seems that my charms are too addictive to some women.” His eyes flickered over to your own before he stepped back, allowing you to have your own inch of your personal bubble (thank you very much).
You pretended not to notice, “Why hot pink?”
“Why not?”
“You don’t wear hot pink.”
“And how would you know that?” He nearly sneered, “People change.”
“People change, they don’t transform.”
Jeongguk stayed silent for a moment as if he conceded, “It was a deal.” He grumbled, “Wear hot pink and she’d agreed to leave me alone.”
“Did it work?”
“Obviously not.”
You snorted and covered your mouth to stop the laughter that was escaping from your lips, “I’m sorry.” You wheezed, “But I can’t believe you fell for that trend.”
He raised a brow.
“True love in hot pink.” You wheezed between laughs.
Jeongguk’s face went blank before they went comically wide with realization, making you laugh even harder.
“Shut up! You’re going to get us caught!”
“’m sorry!” You wheezed, “Can’t elp it.”
At the noise of drunken singing (very off-key by the way), Jeongguk covered your mouth with his own palm and pushed his ear against the door, the sudden movement shocked you into silence. Jeongguk didn’t even seem to notice your laughter ceasing and only focused on the footsteps that barreled around your area, muffled female voices that were clearly looking for Jeongguk passed frequently around the closet.
Even though you didn’t do anything wrong, you trembled at the thought of being caught.
After a few heart-racing silences, Jeongguk whispered, “I think they’re gone.”
You nodded in response, tugging at the sleeve of his hot pink jumper to let you go.
“Oh sorry.” He shifted his hand away from your mouth but didn’t quite leave your face, his tattooed fingers still caressing your cheek and the calluses on his palms scratching your jawline lightly.
And you looked up to see galaxies.
“You-”
“Maniac.” He whispered, “You’re insane.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, “Am I?”
“Psychopath.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
Jeongguk grinned at the reference, “We had magic.”
“But you made it tragic.”
His smile disappeared, “did I?”
“I-”
“Why did we break up, Y/N?”
You didn’t say because you couldn’t... because you didn’t know why. You had reasons then, reasons that you had used to build a resume of persuasion to break it off with him. You swore you did; it was the fighting (didn’t you always make up though), the constant need for attention (but didn’t he give you space), the fear of abandonment (did he ever leave you?)
Yes.
Yes, he did.
“Because you wanted to.” You said bitterly, that was it. You only wanted it to end... because he did. You didn’t want to grab him, force him to stay, you let him go because he wanted to.
“I didn’t want to.” He whispered, “I won’t say there weren’t days where I wondered what it was like to be single again, but I never saw my life like... this.”
“This?”
“Ignoring each other like there was nothing.” He pulled on a curl that escaped your hair before he looked into your eyes with a type of desperation. As if he wanted you to please just understand, “Like it was a mistake. It was never a mistake.”
“Okay well…” His hand went to the back of his neck, “About the night at your apartment, when we kissed… that was-“
“A mistake,” You blurted, steeling yourself, “It was a mistake.”
Jeongguk’s expression was blank, “Right. Yes. That was what I was going to say. A mistake.”
“If anything,” His voice cracked, “It was the best decision I made.”
You don’t remember what possessed you to grab him, but that single confession sparked something inside you that drove you over the edge. You grasped his shirt before pulling him towards you, his lips seconds apart from brushing against your lips. His eyes widened at your sudden boldness before they shifted into something like hunger.
The hand that caressed your face tightened slightly against your jaw; his eyes flickered down to your lips before he slowly kissed you. It was almost as if he was breathing you in.
He kissed you with a kind of softness that you had missed, the kind that made you feel like there was no one else, nothing else and there will be nothing else in the future. He pressed against you with a timid sort of fervor that was new. Your kisses with him were usually sure and comfortable, but there was a side emerging that you’d never experienced before.
He tasted old and yet new. He tasted different than from months ago, a lover that knew how to mold your body in pliancy without making it routinely, making your blood ignite when he sucked on your bottom lip before trailing his lips away from your mouth to your neck. Every press of his lips left purple marks that screamed his presence, a reminder that made sure you couldn’t deny all of this and chalk it up to a delusion that this was all a dream in the morning.
You gasped when he bit down slightly on the base of your neck, you could feel his lips curve into a grin when he kissed the mark, “So you’d remember.”
You kissed him again. And again. And again.
///
“I’ve missed this.” Jeongguk muttered into your hair, he smelled of cheap alcohol and himself.
You snuggled closer to him on the couch, “Me too.”
The two of you left the frat party in a drunken haze, for you, it wasn’t from the drinking but from the kiss. You giggled as he stumbled into your apartment in clumsy blur. He pouted before he pulled you into him in response. You two ended up as a heap of laughter and sweat on the floor before he had hulled you on the couch where you were right now.
You didn’t care what you were to Jeongguk, not right now. Right now, you were in his arms with his scent filling your nose. You wanted to focus on that, focus on this moment before it evaporated in the morning.
You wished that this night would never end, that this bliss would go on forever. That your kisses would leave stains that lasted longer than the marks on your neck. You wanted this to last. You knew it wouldn’t, but your mind begged for it.
“Goodnight.” He whispered an end.
“Goodnight.”
///
The first thing you saw in your clearer state of mind was Taehyung screaming before tackling a tired-looking Jeongguk onto the floor.
No, that was actually the second thing. The first thing you noticed was the fact that Jeongguk was indeed shirtless and walking around in your apartment with pajama bottoms that he had left months ago. How he still remembered where the pajama bottoms were and the fact that they existed in your possessions was a question you filed away to ask later.
Right now, your roommate had to be calmed down before either one of them busted a blood vessel (or an eye, depending on how violent Taehyung was feeling today).
“Taehyung! What is wrong with you!?” You hauled your roommate away from Jeongguk who had a stupendous grin on his face. Fuck, you missed that- NOT THE TIME Y/N!
“What’s wrong with me?” Taehyung nearly scoffed, “I saved you from this foul, evil, little-” Taehyung pointed accusingly at Jeongguk, “RODENT from defaming you!”
You sent a pointed look at Jeongguk, “What did you say?”
Jeongguk batted his lashes before he shrugged, “I just said that I spent the night here.”
The response from Taehyung was almost automatic, “SEE!” He nearly stomped on the floor, “This... thing was walking around half-naked, looking freshly fucked while you were laying unconscious in a burrito state on our couch! What else was I supposed to assume except that he kidnapped you to our apartment before he decided to tuck you into the couch, so he had access to all the creepy ex-boyfriend material he want- Wait what is that on your neck?”
Your hand automatically slapped over the bite mark, “I- Um.”
“Did he hit you?” Taehyung nearly growled looking ready to fight Jeongguk once again.
“No! Taehyung calm down-”
“Wait why does it have little incisions-” His mouth snapped shut before his complexion visibly paled, “I-is that a hickey?”
“Taehyung,” You stepped toward him with raised hands, “I can explain-”
“Oh my god you did fuck him.” Taehyung turned automatically to Jeongguk, his voice deadly calm, “Use protection, I don’t want to be a godfather at 22.”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes, “You are not going to be the godfather of my kids.”
“Good, I’m going to be the godfather of Y/N’s kids so I’m glad my godchildren won’t be fuckboy spawns with piercings and guitar hands.” Taehyung rolled his eyes, “But if you hurt her again, I will not be against castrating you.” He threatened,
“Taehyung, we’re not fucking.” You pressed your fingers to your temple; it was much too early for this.
“Sure, and I 100% did not see you having a vampire kink considering the size of the bite on your neck.” Taehyung checked his watch, “I have class. Gotta go. Use condoms.”
And then he left.
Jeongguk looked up to you from the floor, he raised a brow suggestively, “So a vampire kink, huh?”
You kicked him in the balls.
///
“Jeongguk-” You tried through his kiss, “We have work- mph-”
“Later.”
///
Your day was horrid, not only did you wake up 10 minutes late, cursing the fact you were a woman. You had to run to your calculus lecture across campus with horrible cramps that made you want to cry with every step, your usual café ran out of your favorite drink, and Taehyung ate the last slice of cake.
It was international “fuck y/n” day apparently.
So, by the time you met Jeongguk at his dorm for practice (as you were doing so for the past 2 weeks), you were exhausted and snappy.
“Okay, what’s wrong with you today?” Jeongguk asked, pulling off his glasses after the 17th sarcastic comment and 5th snipped response you gave.
“Nothing.” You mumbled, “Just having a bad day.”
Jeongguk sighed before leaning back in his chair, his expression went blank for a few seconds before he leaned toward the table again, “There’s cupcakes in the fridge.”
You had to school your excitement, “What?”
“I thought it would be nice to surprise you later with cupcakes, but it seems like now’s the best time. Get up, we’re taking these to your apartment.”
“But what about-”
“Frankly, Y/N, we’ve gotten only 2 lines done in the last 40 minutes, we’re not very productive today.” He grabbed your scarf and wrapped it around you, “We’re going to go to your apartment and watch the rest of Business Proposal because Ahn Hyo Seop is fucking hot while pigging out on overpriced cupcakes, okay?”
“Okay.”
And that’s exactly what you two did.
///
“You probably need to reword this part again.”
“Mmm.”
“And this should probably be C natural and not C flat, it sounds a bit odd.”
“Mhmmm.”
“And this- Jeongguk please for the love of god stop kissing my neck!” You let out an exasperated sigh before pushing him off of you.
Jeongguk pouted, “I thought you liked me kissing you.”
“I don’t! I mean I do! Just not when I’m working- we're working.” Flashes of the last 10 minutes of making out with him on the couch with your notes astray on the floor spawned in your mind, “I mean sometimes it’s okay. But not when I’m focusing, but like I’m-” Jeongguk smirked, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“No, do continue,” Jeongguk propped his head onto one of his knuckles, “I love hearing your rambles on how much you like kissing me.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s your job, love, not mine.”
You elbowed him in the stomach for that one.
///
“I hate this part.”
“Too bad.”
“You know when you had a bad day, I fed you cupcakes.” Jeongguk glared, “But when I have a bad day, you steal my house and my money?”
“You’re the one who wanted to play this stupid game,” You threw a spare dollar at him. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. You only did this to yourself.”
“Don’t gaslight me!” He whined, “AND GIVE ME BACK THE BOARDWALK!”
“NO!”
You lunged for your cards as he reached for them, he tried to wrestle them out of your grasp causing the two of you to roll around on the monopoly board. Your empire, fed by Jeongguk’s bankruptcy, fell apart.
“Yes!” He screeched when he finally pulled the battered card out of your grasp, “I win!” He pressed a kiss against your lips.
“That’s not how the game works.” You glared once he pulled away.
“Well, I get to do this, so I think I’m the winner.” He said before his lips met yours once again, little did he realize that you believed you were the true winner for that.
///
“Hey, so remember Jungshin?” Jeongguk murmured from behind you. The two of you had put on a movie after a rather heated game of UNO (which turned into a rather heated makeout session but that was of no matter). It was a movie you had already watched before, a rather boring one at that (something about a kid and his dead hamster... or was it a hamster and its dead human?) but with Jeongguk’s arm around your waist and his nose buried in your hair, even the most boring movie seemed bearable.
“Yeah...” You muttered absent-mindedly as the kid (not the hamster) started to wail on screen.
“He’s getting married.”
“Isn’t he like 24?”
“Yeah.” You could feel Jeongguk shaking his head, “Insane to be married that young. But I need a plus one. Wanna come?”
“When is it?”
“January.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You liked Jungshin, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. It was then that it hit you, “Jeongguk.”
“Hm?” He murmured as he pressed a kiss on the shell of your ear,
“What are we?”
Jeongguk froze from behind you.
Well, that was an answer.
You sat up, throwing Jeongguk’s arm away from your body, “Jeongguk...” You tried calmly, “what are we doing?”
His expression went blank, “What do you mean?”
“We- you- I-” You let out a frustrated sigh before standing up to face him, “We cuddle, we kiss-”
“We do more than just kiss.”
You rolled your eyes, “We make out, we go on little dates, and you always come over.” You listed them off your fingers, “And now, you want me to go to a wedding with you. Jeongguk, what are we doing? What are we?”
He reached for you, “Y/N-”
You stepped back, “Because I would consider this dating.”
Perhaps you were looking into this too much. Yes, perhaps you were, but could anyone blame you? In the 2 months that you and Jeongguk have been... doing this, there wasn’t a single label. You didn’t call each other anything, you just were... You desperately wanted it. You wanted to be wanted by him.
But the two of you never talked about the breakup. You glazed over it like it never happened and you could see way: it was messy. It was crazy. Unpleasant.
His face dropped and with that, your heart shattered. “I guess you don’t think the same way.”
“Y/N, no I-”
“Jeongguk,” You looked away, “I don’t think I can look at you right now, I need time. You need time.”
“Y/N-”
“Jeongguk.” You swallowed the knot in your throat, “I like you, sometimes I think a little too much. And that honestly scares me because we’ve done this before.” You looked straight at him, watching the light in his eyes shatter as you continued, “And it didn’t end well. But I know that if you don’t walk out of those doors right now, I will give you my heart over and over and over again. I will let you bruise it, shatter it and completely demolish it, but I’d still hand it to you again with a kiss.” Your lips trembled, “And I don’t want to start something without having a sure answer from you that you’d be committed. I’m not even asking for 100% just 90, maybe not even that. But I don’t want to start this and beg you to stay, I can’t handle that from you. Not again.”
His mouth clamped shut and you couldn’t blame him; it was a low blow, really, to bring up the breakup. But it was true, you wouldn’t be able to handle that type of heartbreak from Jeongguk for a second time, not when you were still recovering from the first.
“Please get out. I can’t do this right now.” You bowed your head, forcing the tears from releasing.
They unleashed like a storm at the shut of the door.
----
You didn’t talk for days.
Again.
---
Jeongguk <3: Hey
You: Hi
Jeongguk: I’m sorry
You: I know.
Jeongguk: I need time.
You: I know.
//
You saw Jeongguk around campus, he waved to you. You waved back.
Sometimes, you thought that was worse than when the two of you had ignored each other. He wasn’t a stranger, not anymore. But he wasn’t a friend either. He was another generic face in the crowd that you were friendly with rather than another stranger.
Faux friendliness, fake smiles and avoiding glances across the room.
Why was it so hard? It had only been two weeks, but the hole he left in your life was too noticeable. A Jeongguk-sized hole that he could only fill.
And in a twisted way... you wished he felt that same emptiness in his heart with you.
//
Ex: Are we going to continue the recording?
You: Festival is around 3 months away
Ex: Okay
You: Okay
//
Ex: You looked wretty today
Ex: I mean fuck tou always do
Ex: I’m wsirry
Ex: I still lpve you
//
Ex: sorry about yesterday
Ex: I was drunk
You: It’s okay
You: I was drunk too
//
“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?” Taehyung asked as he shrugged on his coat.
It had been 2 weeks since Jeongguk’s last text, 3 since you had asked him to take time.
Maybe you had been too harsh on him.
“I’ll be fine.” You waved Taehyung away as you started another episode of Squid Game, “I don’t even like drinking, go have fun with Jimin.”
“Okay.” Taehyung hesitated before opening the door, “You looked happy y’know?”
“Hm?”
“As much as I hate to give that douchebag any credit,” Taehyung curled his bottom lip, “You looked happy when you were with him. I know it’s not my place, but Y/N... You glowed.”
//
It was around 11 pm when Taehyung started pounding on your door, you rolled your eyes as you contemplated whether to leave your roommate in his drunken haze outside your apartment. Well it was his fault for not taking his keys...
Deciding to be a dutiful roommate, you unlocked the door, “Taehyung, I swear if you throw up on my good shoes again-”
“I don’t think I want to throw up on your shoes.” Jeongguk replied, “Or you actually.”
Jeongguk.
With a shovel and a rose.
You stared. It had been weeks since the two of you had a conversation and here he was at your door, holding a shovel and a rose to match the song that you two had been working on.
“Is this a joke?” You asked much too snappily than you would’ve liked.
You had imagined this moment, the moment when Jeongguk gave you an answer, but never like this. Never when you were sitting in a ratty old hoodie and ill-fitting pajama bottoms, never with him leaning the shovel outside your door while grasping the rose so delicately. Never with him looking into your eyes full of the determination of a soldier.
“No,” He replied calmly.
“Then what is this?”
“A confession. If you’d let me.”
Your knees went weak but you still narrowed your eyes at him. Jeongguk wasn’t a man of many words and right now, despite your longing to bury yourself into his chest, you wanted to hear the right words from him.
You leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms, “Go on then.”
“I don’t know.” Jeongguk started, “I thought about for weeks, Y/N. But I don’t know what to call us.”
Your heart sunk a little.
“But I know what I want to call you.” He whispered, “I want to call you my girlfriend but that word isn’t enough to describe how I feel, Y/N. You- I...” He took a deep breath, “Fuck, I had I script but I can’t even remember it now.” He laughed to himself grimly.
You curled your lip to keep yourself from laughing endearingly. You had to have an answer from him, you needed his word.
“It’s you.” He muttered, “I cannot describe it beyond that, it’s you and it will always be you. Those nights that I wondered if this was enough, if this was love showed me nothing but the fact that it is you.” He finally looked at you, “I don’t believe in true love, but with you, I want to give it a shot because when I see you, Y/N fuck, I want you in any capacity you’d have me. I’m late. I know. You can kick me to the curb, I’d hand you the shovel to bury me and the rose to put on my grave eagerly if you think that’s what I deserve. I’ll take whatever you give me. I’ll hand you my heart, I’ll let you trample on it, bruise it and shatter it and I will still hand it to you even if you stop handing me yours.”
“Because Y/N...” He nearly whispered, “I’m not sure 100%, I will never be sure 100% but I’ll give you my 99, my 99.9999 because... I think I love you.”
You wanted to capture this moment, the way he looked at you right now... you wanted it to last forever. And perhaps, it would.
“I’ll take it.” You whispered, stepping towards him, “Your 90, your 99, your 99.999 and that 1 percent that .0001 percent that you’re in doubt, I’ll fill that 1 percent up. Because Jeongguk...” Your hands grazed the back of his neck as he continued to stare, “I think I love you too.”
And you kissed him.
“Only 1 percent?” He smiled cheekily against your lips.
“No, you idiot, 100%… together.”
Being with him was a gamble, one that you could lose but you’d take it anyway. There was no 100% guarantee of success, but perhaps, you could make it the closest to it together.
end pt 2/2
a/n: I have nothing to say for myself. It’s been some time-
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Never Been A Friend | Part 2 | Jeon Jk
♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: jungkook is so pussy whipped it's hilarious, he's kinda in denial, masturbation but at the end, y/n is drunk, jungkook taking care of drunk y/n, jungkook curses like every other sentence, this is jk pov btw!!, kinda fluffy but really really cute, he loves her eyes, and i forgot what else, EXPLICIT CONTENT!!
♧ WC: 3.1k
a/n: hiiiii sweethearts! ive missed you guys so much 💕💕 make sure to read part 1 before reading this if you havent 🥹🥹 hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think!
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“y/n?” I shake her shoulder softly, attempting to nudge her awake. “wake up.”
When she mumbles something unintelligible and trails off to sleep, I exhale a soft sigh and hop out of my car after pocketing my phone and keys.
I'm fucked.
Utterly fucked.
The ride to her brother and I's dorm had been one of silence. Other than a few grumbles and whines from y/n when I seated her in the passenger seat next to me, she spent the ride peacefully sleeping. Unaware.
So unaware that I had to reach over and tug the hem of her dress down each time it hiked up her thighs. Her bare thighs. Her full, smooth, silky thighs.
Fuck, man.
She makes my blood boil.
I’m still not over the fact that she was left alone and oblivious before her brother had called me. How long had it been?
What if I hadn't picked up?
What if something happened to her?
Am I exaggerating? Maybe.
Does that lessen my anger? Fuck no.
No, because how the fuck can a brother be so nonchalant about leaving his sister alone while drunk? All for a quick fuck?
He's never gonna hear the end of it. I’ll make damn sure of that, but for now, I have to get this drunk-out-of-her-mind girl up to my apartment dorm.
I had tried asking her for her address multiple times, but all in vain, of course.
I didn’t even know she was in town.
Thought she had stayed with her parents in her home town- which her brother had mentioned only twice, maybe even three times- after graduating high school. He brought it up in conversation once but never justified why.
I mean, sure, not everyone wants to go to college and that’s fine, but why hadn't she?
Was she more of a liberal person?
Did she figure out her future already?
Why do I care?
I shake my head as I round the front of the car to get to her side. Her head falls when I open her door, and I instinctively catch with my hand, hoisting her up so she’s in a properly seated position with her head on the headrest.
God, I can already feel the headache approaching.
Taking her seatbelt off, I pat her cheek to wake her.
“y/n.”
No response.
“Y/n, come on.”
I pat her cheek again.
Nothing.
Oh well.
Placing one arm under her knees and another under her middle, I carefully slide her out of the seat and carry her into my arms. Her breath tickles my neck as her head rests on my shoulder, her nose nudging my pulse.
Which skyrockets.
Fuck, that felt good.
But I don’t know how to feel about that, because:
1. This is y/n we’re talking about.
2. A little nudge to the throat has me weak at the knees?
3. Toughen up, dickwad.
She huffs as she adjusts her head and pulls her arms around my neck for support, nuzzling my neck farther before mumbling something that sounded like, “mmm, warm…”
Her head is nestled to the crook of my throat and her breath sends a shiver down my spine.
The fact that I have to catch the moan in my throat has my cheeks grow an embarrassing shade of pink.
Clearing my throat awkwardly- which causes y/n to groan at the disturbance- I try my best not to disturb this brat’s beauty sleep as I walk up to the apartment building.
Wait…something’s not right.
I stop my stride short to try and point out the prickling feeling-
This brat’s dress is so short it might be flashing her ass by the way I’m carrying her.
Jesus Christ, give me strength.
○○○
Wincing at the loud creak of the door announcing my arrival, I nudge the door closed with my foot as I step into my apartment.
A shared apartment.
An apartment I share with the almost passed out drunk girl im carrying in my arms’ brother.
Yeah, shit.
Never in a million years would I have ever imagined this shit happening.
It’s not that big of a deal, except I cant really help the intrigue that accompanies the thought that comes with y/n.
Why did she scowl at me the first time she met me? Had I done anything to cause her to show such an awful bad impression?
I must admit, I never stopped thinking about her.
Not in a stalker way of thinking. I didn’t think about her in an obsessive type of way…not at all.
I guess I could say it was just…weird.
I never understood.
I was just interested.
Interested in the way her hips move on the dance floor.
Interested in the way she acts like a brat whenever she feels like it.
Hell, I'm interested in the way she flips me off whenever we cross paths for the fun of pissing me off.
Yes, she gets on my nerves; but she was never worth throwing a fuss over.
I barely saw her once every two months, if we’re being honest. The college her brother and I go to being almost three hours away from where they lived, it was a long trip.
But the way I felt about this girl puzzled me way more than I’d ever appreciate, especially since I knew nothing about her.
Nothing. Nada.
Where she goes to college, where she spends her time living, what she does on a daily basis…
No clue.
Then…what the fuck is she doing here?
A pained groan from the girl driving me insane pulls me back from my raging confusion.
She clings to me harder like a baby koala as she mumbled something incoherent under her breath, snuggling into the crook of my neck into what seems like her favorite habit tonight.
That one motion has become my weakness in a matter of minutes.
All because of her.
She does it again, this time connecting her nose with a spot right under my jaw. Her lips just shy of the skin on my throat, she groans in what seems like satisfaction.
My knees almost fucking buckle.
I try to focus on any sound in the apartment, relieved when I'm met with silence.
With a resigned sigh, I make my way to my bedroom.
Keeping my footsteps quick and light, I shift my door open with my shoulder-
Fuck!
I cant help the grimace that makes its way to my face.
It fucking reeks in here.
Of sex. Right. I was having sex.
The second relief of tonight washes over me when I find my bed empty, the sheets rumpled and messed up on top.
I should probably make a call to apologize to the fuck buddy previously occupying my bed, but I got better things to do.
A particular brat to take care of.
God, she cant sleep in here when it smells like this.
Making a detour, I go for the couch, setting y/n lightly on her ass. Her hands tighten around my neck in protest, which causes my neck to crane down awkwardly, but it still makes me chuckle when she frowns up at me through her blood shot eyes.
Fucking adorable, that is.
How her lashes prettily frame those sad eyes.
Sad eyes I was always unable to forget.
Those sad eyes. My demise.
Fuck me.
I untangle her arms from around my neck, adjusting the pillows thrown messily around the couch to create a cozy , temporary cocoon.
Picking her up swiftly, I lay her down on her side and brush a stray hair away from her face. Her soft, soft, soft features peer up at me as she struggles to keep those pretty eyes open.
“You’re smiling.” The cutest little slur laces up with her words and I just cant fight the flutter in my chest.
What the fuck?
It’s then I realize how hard I’m smiling.
“I’m not.” Too rough. Too scratchy. Too fucking vulnerable.
She’s not even touching you, fucker, and here you are. All hot and bothered.
Shut up.
She giggles, the sound reverberating as the most adorable drunken giggle I’ve ever witnessed.
It pains me how oblivious she is.
Her dress hikes up her thighs, almost baring her ass to me, and in other cases I would’ve been turned on.
But now? My blood fucking boils.
I should’ve killed that fucker while I could.
I’d taken care of drunk girls before, most of them being my friends.
I’m the boring ass in the friend group that always stays sober to take care of the others. The others that get so drunk and messed up that I have to take them up to their apartment and put them to bed because of how out of their mind they become.
I’ve never thought much of it.
Never cared, really.
But this girl?
Goddamn it.
One second she infuriates the hell out of me; she’s stubborn, hot headed, and just reckless.
Irresponsible.
Then the other I’m smiling like a dork in love.
She’s not even my type for fucks sake.
But then again, this is the first time I’ve seen her like this.
So vulnerable, with her guard down. I tug her dress to cover her ass with barely restrained madness.
She reaches up to touch my face with what seems like the utmost amount of effort from her to make any movement.
“pretty.” As she touches my face with light fingertips and pink cheeks.
Crumble. I almost crumble.
“Yeah?” I don’t know what’s gotten into me when I push away another rogue hair strand as she giggles again.
“mhm.” A little hum of contentment before she drops her hand and flutters those eyes closed.
Softly, softly, softly.
With a step back and a tired sigh, I cover her up with a blanket as I tuck her in and make sure she’s comfortable.
I make pretty quick work with taking my bedsheets off, with utmost effort not to grimace every time I get a slight whiff.
It’s not that bad…it’s just…weird.
Really weird.
Whenever I picture y/n in my bed, every single fantasy that clouds my mind is inappropriate.
But tucking a girl in a bed that was previously used by another girl just hours before? Not to mention, a naked one?
That’s a douche move.
And I never thought of myself lowly or in any way to appear humble. But im also not a fucking asshole.
Im arrogant? So what?
Im confident. I plead guilty.
Cocky? Whatever floats your boat.
I tug at my sanity that hangs by a dwindled thread. My thoughts race back to a dreamy gaze and soft eyes. Adorable frowns and drunken giggles.
if it was as easy as bottling them up in a pitcher so I could drink her in every once in a while, I would’ve done it a while ago.
If I could, I would.
My mind was so caught up with her that I didn’t even notice how fast I’d changed the sheets.
I’d cracked the window open for a little ventilation and fetched an air freshener, which made the room smell decent. Better than decent.
A quick change of clothes and bedsheets later, Im carrying y/n from the couch to my room.
I lay her on the bed and nudge her awake.
“y/n?” a tap to the cheek.
Thankfully, she stirs awake. The drunken haze a little lesser than before, but nevertheless still there. Her eyes peer up at me, droopy with exhaustion.
I clear my throat awkwardly under her gaze, switching my weight from one foot to another.
“you need to change.”
Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as she tilts her head.
“your dress looks uncomfortable to sleep in.”
Excuses.
“left you one of my Tee’s so you could change.” I turn around and head for the door, giving her much needed privacy. “you have five minutes. Change.”
And with that, im out of the room closing the door behind me.
I lean back on the door and take my phone out of the sweats I put on earlier, purely for the decency of y/n being here.
I usually walk around in my boxers as well as sleep in them, but it’s too early to traumatize the girl.
Not even past unlocking my phone, y/n’s voice reaches my ear from behind me as she yells my name.
I knock, unsure if I should come in, but enter when I hear her confirmation.
Peaking my head into the small opening I’ve made through the door, my eyes land on y/n with her facing me.
Her eyebrows are pulled together in concentration as her hands are both reached behind her back, apparently struggling with something.
Her heels are off and her hair is messy from her running her hands through it, her mascara smudged and her lipstick almost completely wiped off.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight.
Her lips pull forward in a slight pout, and she turns around to grace me with a view of her halfway bare back.
She tugs harder at the zipper, only getting it stuck farther.
“help?” she asks in a tiny voice, looking above her shoulder with a helpless look.
Noting how long I’ve been standing in place, frozen and doing nothing, I clear my throat as I shuffle my feet towards her.
“oh, um, yeah.” Staggering for words was never my thing. Rubbing my neck was never my nervous tick.
Except…y/n was never my thing, either.
Her beautifully messy hair cascades down her back, and I bundle it up with a hand and rest it over one of her shoulders. My fingertips lightly touch hers and the distraction that accompanies the shiver rolling through her body at the contact clouds my focus. Her hands fall to be replaced with mine at the zipper, and I tug gently.
It doesn’t budge.
Okay, it’s stuck.
Obviously, genius.
When my knuckles graze her skin as I try to get a better grip on the zipper, she shivers again, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
Pretty baby’s a sensitive drunk.
A giggly, bubbly, and hella oblivious drunk.
Focus.
I pinch the frayed open sides above the zipper with one hand and tug it with the other, a concentrated rumble of my chest unconsciously making an appearance.
I’ve apparently shifted closer to y/n in the process, and I just now realize that I might’ve groaned in her ear.
When I successfully slide the zipper down just above the curve of her ass, y/n turns around with a grace I don't miss even as my undying lust for the feel of her skin remains unwavering.
“thank you.” Sounds barely audible from how breathless she sounds, and fuck, when she bites her lip, I want to punch myself.
Those lips.
Those eyes.
My cock restrains, stiffening at the images attacking my mind with her lips around it.
A gust of wind blows through the curtains, thrashing y/n’s hair in all different directions.
I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, knowing damn well I have no business touching this girl.
This girl that stands almost naked and drunk in the moonlit darkness of my room.
Her softness bothers me.
Her innocence a loud cry for corruption.
She reaches up to undo the strands of her dress, and the realization that she must’ve seen something in my eyes snaps me back into reality.
I was always told how much my eyes could tell.
And judging by my earlier thoughts, she must’ve seen it.
The darkness.
The lust.
She starts to slip her dress down, down, down, and my mind is nowhere to be found.
My cock hardens at the thought of her naked, submission written all over her.
But this is wrong.
So wrong.
Even as I step closer to her and bind my forehead with hers, my mind goes in all different directions.
Fuck her.
Shut up.
“Y/n.” a raspy attempt at a plead. “you’re drunk.”
She closes her eyes. “I want this.”
Fuck me sideways.
I know for a fact she doesn't.
I'm not stupid.
Even as my forehead stays pressed to hers, I don’t miss the tangy scent of tequila on her breath. Faint, but there.
I haven’t forgotten how red her eyes still are.
How dry her lips are from all the alcohol.
The pink tint of her neck and cheeks.
Alcohol is flowing more than freely in her system, and I know for a fact she also wont remember a thing.
“you don’t.”
So I do something stupid.
Something I know I'll regret by tomorrow.
I stop her hand that’s tugging her dress down and cage it between both of our bodies. I place my other on her neck, long fingers eating up the space beneath her jaw as my thumb rests on her cheek.
I stroke it once, twice, three times.
And I kiss her.
A small, feather-light peck on her swollen lips.
It's not needy, nor is it hungry for anything more.
It's something I crave to keep me sane, at least for the next few hours.
Because this girl?
This girl is a deadly thing that will destroy me.
She’ll destroy me before I ever get the chance to ruin her.
And the bad thing is?
Even as I pull away,
Even as I shove my tee shirt into her hands and bolt out of the room after telling her to sleep,
Realizing the fact that I didn’t regret it scares me.
Even as I grab a towel, strip bare, and lock myself in the bathroom,
I think about her.
The freezing water does little to calm the white hot lust in my veins, and my stiffened cock stands true to that statement.
I wrap my fist around my dick, and I dare to fucking think about her.
I think about her on her knees, mouth open.
I think about her on my bed, laying on her back with her legs open.
I think about her on top of me.
I close my eyes and I fucking think about those lips, those eyes, that dreamy gaze.
Her soft sighs.
How she’d kiss me.
Would she gasp into my mouth?
Cry into my pillow if I pounded her pussy from behind?
Would she beg?
She’d be my little slut.
My pretty baby.
I cum the hardest I ever have, a guttural grunt and an explicit “fuck.” into the walls of my bathroom. Alone in a goddamn shower, when im fisting my cock and thinking about someone.
No, not someone.
Fucking y/n of all people.
And guess the fuck what?
I want to kiss her again.
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ema’s fic rec’s ₊˚⏃⊹!
i decided to make a lil’ masterlist of fics i thoroughly enjoyed for you guys to also read and support these amazing authors <3 make sure to give them lots of feedback and love; do not be a silent reader T-T! also, there will be no social media aus or smut in any fics below. have fun!!
★ = ALL TIME FAVORITE !!
ENHYPEN !
⚠︎ yang jungwon:
http-do-you-luv-me? ★!!! (16k, jock won, e2l, f, a)
i have reread this masterpiece countless times and it’s p much my comfort fic T-T i could rant about it forever, even if u dont read enha/longfics just read RNNN, all time fav fs <3
for any price ★ (9.4k, assassin won, f, a)
saw assassin and clicked immediately jshsjs, very unique and exciting!! plus yeonjun is featured.. *stares*
in your dreams ★ (10k, dreamwatcher? won, e2l, f, a)
you cannot find any other fic like this one, very creative idea and has a bit of everything !!
love that blooms (demigod au, f)
chasin’ your pretty thoughts (22k, mindreader won, f, a)
lost cause (8.5k, classmate won, f, a)
would you be so kind? (3.7k, classmate won, f)
crepuscule (11.5k, vampire won, f, a)
closer (4.7k, ravenclaw won, f, a)
war tactics and kisses (demigod au, f)
attention, please! (9k, jock won, f, a)
⚠︎ lee heeseung:
always been you (16.5k, badboy/bestfriend hee, f)
my camp counselor is kinda hot (demigod au, f)
attention, please! (8k, jock hee, f, a)
⚠︎ park jay:
study lessons (12.3k, jock jay, f, a)
⚠︎ sim jake:
none for now <\3
⚠︎ park sunghoon:
the 7th sense (10.3k, dragon hoon, f, a)
marriage discount (2k, fake dating, f)
reasons to date (2.8k, classmate/friend hoon, f)
enchanted (3k+ ongoing series, prince hoon, f)
⚠︎ kim sunoo:
none for now <\3
⚠︎ nishimura riki:
sixteen eighty-five ★! (6k, e2l jock/newsclub riki, f, a)
another all time fav, everything about it is just what i enjoy in a fic and i could reread it over and over <33 niki is so mean but then so nice it’s just auhsjs aww
dear bus-noona ★ (0.8k, stranger riki, f)
i barely read short drabbles, but this was absolutely adorable and had me laughing and smiling even with just 800 words <3
kitty got your tongue (14.6k, assassin riki, f, a)
sucks to be you, sleepyhead (demigod au, e2l f)
all i want for christmas is you (5.4k, e2l, fake dating, f)
attention, please! (10.8k, jock riki, e2l, f, a)
lucky charm (2.6k, classmate riki, e2l, f)
behind the net! (9.8k, jock riki, team manager reader, e2l, f, a, plugging my own fic cuz why not)
⚠︎ ot7:
silenced ★! (20k+, zombie apocalypse series)
i just love apocalypse aus so when i found this i KNEW i’d love it <3 the boys are all so loveable and unique in their own ways and mc is so chill but also a badass <3 very high recommend!!!!
TXT !
⚠︎ choi yeonjun:
steal my heart (19.6k, royal + arranged marriage au, f, a)
i said “why won’t you forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)
mr. vice president (7.3k, frenemies/academic rival yeonjun, f, a)
⚠︎ choi soobin:
actions have consequences (4k, lifeguard au, f, a)
⚠︎ choi beomgyu:
the prince and the jackal ★!! (11.8k natureprince gyu, f)
AAH ANOTHER ALL TIME FAV, i could talk about it forever, but it’s just so unique and close to my heart and the bantering is so cute, idc if u dont read txt read rn it’s amazing <3
the only exception ★ (12.4k, stranger gyu, f)
this fic is just so warm and homely? it made me smile lots T-T
i said “why won’t you “forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)
favor (4k+ twoshot, classmate gyu, f, a)
⚠︎ kang taehyun:
none yet <\3
⚠︎ huening kai:
none yet <\3
EXTRA ! (i don’t read bts anymore, but i wanted to include these since they’re still favs of mine!)
so you wanna be the best ★ (8.1k, POKEMON TRAINER JUNGKOOK! f)
I GREW UP WITH POKEMON, DIGIMON ALL THAT. so when i saw this??? i genuinely screamed this. one is vv close to my heart <3
lifeguard ★ (12.6k, lifeguard jungkook, f)
this fic will get you to giggle at least once, istg one of the funniest fics i’ve read it is HILARIOUS i’m not over jk putting sunscreen on mcs back and her thinking it was tae the whole time T-T
thank you for reading!! again, make sure to give the authors lots of love :D
#ema’s recs#enhypen#txt#bts#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fic recs#txt imagines#txt fic recs#bts fic recs#enhypen x reader#txt x reader#bts x female reader#kpop fic recs
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Kim Namjoon
➼ Nymphs: Book 7 in WAFBV. Historical fantasy romance.
➼ {Unnamed}: historical romance inspired by The Albion Cycle (Merlin) on ao3
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 1 in the Pantheon series. Greek God AU, Accidental Lover Acquisition AU?
Kim Seokjin
➼ Consorts: Book 8 in WAFBV. Historical fantasy romance.
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 2 in the Pantheon series. Greek God AU, Sacrifice + Deity AU
Min Yoongi
‧₊˚✧ Berserk Tiger ✧˚₊‧ | M | S+ | Ongoing
✳ Haegeum/Mafia AU, Contractual marriage
Taking a stranger's hand in a last-ditch attempt to scare off her pursuer, Kim Seo-ah is pulled into the world of gangs, joining hands with her rescuer for her life one more time.
‧₊˚✧ born as a tiger ✧˚₊‧ | T | 1S | Daechwita | Complete
✳ Daechwita AU, Royal AU, Historical AU, Arranged marriage
Lee Hoyeon trembled at all the thoughts flashing through her head as her carriage pulled up in front of the infamous Changdeokgung palace. Peering out through the window, she was unsettled to see how clean the stone courtyard was, the cool taupe a far cry from the dripping red she’d half-expected after tormenting herself with thoughts of her fiance’s atrocities.
All the gossip she’d heard from the maids and guards back home in Dongjak Kingdom was now front and centre in her mind.
The carriage slowed to a gentle stop and the door opened, courtesy of the footman. Hoyeon took his hand, hoping hers wasn’t trembling too noticeably, and took her first step on the grounds she would be empress of in three weeks.
➼ Shadows: Book 3 in WAFBV. Historical fantasy romance.
➼ {Unnamed}: series of drabbles. Sugar Daddy AU, Cold CEO x Empath
➼ Tigress: Book 2 in Godmother series. Mafia AU, Arranged Marriage
➼ {Unnamed}: Historical romance inspired by @healinghyunjin's works.
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 3 in the Pantheon series. Greek God AU, Sacrifice + Deity AU
Jung Hoseok
➼ Escapists: Book 6 in WAFBV. Historical fantasy romance.
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 4 in the Pantheon series. Greek God AU, Sacrifice + Deity AU
Park Jimin
➼ Enmity: Book 4 in WAFBV. Historical fantasy romance.
‧₊˚✧ Vixen ✧˚₊‧ | M | S+ | Godmother Series 1 | Complete
✳ Mafia AU, Arranged Marriage
Park Jimin is the new CEO of Park Group. Needing to solidify his status, he proposes marriage to the eligible heiress of ShinCorp, Shin Ara. Ara's father agrees, on the condition Ara never know that he and Jimin are secret mafia dons. Vixen is the head of Stray Kids, an up-and-coming mafia in Seoul. She obtains an interest in Park Jimin, as they become mafia allies. Lies are told, secrets are revealed, and past connections are brought to light. Will new relationships formed wrench apart the couple forced together before they have a chance to truly bloom?
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 4 in Daechwita AU. Historical romance & intrigue.
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 5 in the Pantheon series. Greek God AU, Deal with the Devil AU?
Kim Taehyung
➼ Variant: Book 5 in WAFBV. Historical fantasy romance.
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 6 in the Pantheon series. Greek God AU, Deal with the Devil AU?
Jeon Jungkook
➼ Truths: Book 2 in WAFBV. Historical fantasy romance.
➼ Ember: Book 4 in Godmother series. Mafia AU. Forbidden romance/BFB.
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 3 in Daechwita AU. Historical romance & intrigue.
➼ The Truth Untold: High School Mafia AU.
➼ {Unnamed}: Book 7 in the Pantheon series. Greek God AU, Willing Sacrifice + Deity AU
➼ Legally Jeon'd: Legally Blonde AU, Arranged Marriage/Marriage of Convenience AU
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about the personas au archive
the personas au archive is a project dedicated to archiving the original personas au* on tumblr from @/satellite-jeon, who has since deactivated, by reblogging (and sometimes recreating) as much content from the years when the personas au was active
*the personas au describes an alternate universe created, maintained, and moderated by @/satellite-jeon ("sajeon") with contributions from the jikook fandom in which the personalities of jungkook and jimin (from bts) were each split into three separate people, with heightened versions of the characteristics they took on. the six personas (aka the km6) consisted of ian, tattoo, and seagull (from jungkook) and baby g, christian, and diminie (from jimin) [for more information, see the original personas au primer]. the au was first created in late 2017 and it ran for around 4 years until late 2021 when there were few active submissions from the community. most personas au content fell into the categories of meta or short headcanons, followed by oneshots and twoshots, with several full fics mostly posted on ao3. while the personas au is generally considered a creation of sajeon's (and the community that sprung up around it), it has roots in the korean kookmin (top jk, bottom jm) fandom, though the six personas were not named as such and generally never made an appearance together. all of the persona names were taken from discarded stage names or nicknames mentioned by jungkook and jimin.
disclaimer that i am not sajeon, just one of the original authors who participated in the personas au. any inaccuracies with the above description are my own, based on my recollections of the au and its origins as described by sajeon
please feel free to let me know about any personas au content or authors not included on this blog, especially if you have links to posts (even if broken) or copies of your own work not lost to deactivation. however, please do not repost or submit work without credit (I reserve the right not to post any submissions). I am also unable to reblog or accept submissions of new personas content at this time, though feel free to host it on your own blog, ao3, etc!
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Park Jimin
Pour us - one or twoshot
- non-idol!jimin x pregnant!fem!reader
- Summary: You and Jimin have been living in poverty without parental help as they decided to disown you the moment you married the love of your universe. Life hasn't been easy ever since, but your love for each other and the will of building a family of your own may just be enough to concur all.
Kim Taehyung
Island Paradise - one-shot
Kim Taehyung x female!reader
Summary: You and your best friend get stuck on a remote island after a tragic ship accident and have to figure everything out on your own.
Jeon Jungkook
Only Teens - series
Summary: Next to being born to a wealthy family, where your and your boyfriend's parents own a successful company together, you are also on the straight path to succeeding as a young actress. But all that can be shattered with an unplanned teen pregnancy,
teen!jungkook x teen pregnant fem!reader
Love in Paris - oneshot + bonus chapter? (maybe)
Summary: Your boyfriend comes back home after World War 2. The war did its damage and imprinted some on Jugkook as well. He realizes life is too short to be wasting any of it, so he is quick to accomplish his goals.
Warnings: blood, mentions of death, mentions of war pregnancy, vomiting, dark thoughts...
ww2 survivor!jungkook x french!reader
Kim Namjoon
Sick day - oneshot
sick!namjoon x pregnant!reader
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So show me | Part 1 | jjk
♡ summary: your boyfriend has always been a fan of PDA, unlike you.
♡ genre: angsty, not really fluffy, a lot of frustration, miscommunication
♡ pairing: boyfriend!jk, frustrated!jk, whipped!jk
♡ warnings: oc is self-conscious, both of them are severely frustrated, not much in this lol, little bit of cursing, y/n is super horny, suggestive content.
♡ WC: 2.5K.
♡ a/n: well hello again! i'm back lol. this is the first part of the "show me" series! i hope you like it <333 this is my first go at angst, and im trying to ease myself into it 😭😭 i have zero clue as to what im doing please help <3
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"That'll be $22.50."
You smile sweetly at the cashier, opening your purse to pay.
Handing over the money with a grin, you thank her.
"Can I get it gift-wrapped, please? That would be great."
Christmas is about a week away, and the holiday vibes are clear as stockings and ornaments hang on every wall of the store. Decorated christmas trees shine with bright colorful lights and the festivity of the shop you're in makes you feel warm on the inside, in addition to the amazing smell of cinnamon.
On that note...why does it smell so good in here?
Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, multiple reasons why. one of the many is spending time with your loved ones...and buying them gifts.
Something about seeing them so happy just makes you feel happier by ten-fold.
The cashier smiles in return before she nods, holding the item as she turns her back to you and starts wrapping.
Meanwhile, you take the time to admire the little details of every single decoration-taking it all in- just when you feel a presence behind you.
Jungkook steps close, engulfing you in a tight embrace and humming softly. You welcome the feeling of security, humming back at his body warmth as he back-hugs you.
"Hey baby."
you giggle. "Hi."
"You done shopping?" He asks from above you, his chin pressing into the tip of your head. He had drifted off earlier on and left you to do your shopping, telling you to call for him if you needed any help.
"Yep. I asked for gift wrapping. Should be done in a few."
"Mmm, good."
Jungkook hums, dipping his head down. he inches towards your neck, resting into the crook of it and humming in a deeper- more suggestive- manner.
The sole sound has you kind of- blushing? Even though your cheeks never got that red, your eyes water and your breath hitches. You call it 'blushing' in your book.
He always does that kind of hum when you're doing a good job pleasing him...stuffing his cock-
His hands that were once wrapped around your arms and trapping you now release, only to circle around your waist instead, this time more intimately.
You love these kinds of moments, though you can't help but notice that the cashier is almost done wrapping your gift.
You find your eyes glued to her movements, almost anxious.
Jungkook's hand inshes dangerously close to your tit, and you grow slightly self-conscious in response, eyes still set strictly on the cashier's hands.
Her seeing you and your boyfriend in this situation would be kind of...awkward?
It's not that you don't appreciate the affection, you've just been more of a private person. Always loved to show love when alone, but never been a fan to do so publicly.
Jungkook, though? If PDA (Public Display of Affection) was a person? It would definitely be him.
Trying to voice out your thoughts, you whisper to him.
"Jungkook."
"Hm?" Again, that oh-so-beautifully-deep hum.
Fuck.
He snuggles his head even deeper into the crook of your neck, making it harder for you to think.
"We're in public."
He raises his head a tad bit, so you can hear him better.
"We're the only people here."
"Still, the employee could find it uncomfortable-"
"Are you uncomfortable?"
You're not.
You love jungkook.
Of course you're not uncomfortable.
You just care about people's opinions...a little too much.
Privacy is your thing, and you've always stuck to it- making sure not to make anybody feel a certain type of-
"Oh."
When you take too long to respond, your bad habit of overthinking the simplist of things pulling you under, jungkook's arms slip and waver.
He stays silent.
Jungkook was never silent.
He completely untangles and detaches himself from you.
"That's not-" You try to explain yourself, but the cashier beats you to it as they turn around and walk over to you.
"Here you go."
You accept the neatly wrapped box and thank her, rushing to leave. Your breath catches in your throat when you see jungkook already through the exit of the store.
You fucked up.
---
Under any other circumstances, you would've welcomed the pitter patter of the rain against the car's surface with wide, open arms.
But instead, you want to shrink; let the world split in half and swallow you whole.
Jungkook hasn't said a single word since you've left that store.
He went straight to his car, waited for you, then directly drove off as soon as you got into the car with him.
Not. A single. Word.
You observe him, taking note of how automatic- distant- his actions are. With one hand on the steering wheel, he rests the other on the armrest as he stares straight ahead. It's like he can feel your gaze burning a hole to the side of his face, but he's numb to the heat. Your eyes beg his own to look, but his are deaf...far; so far away.
You shouldn't have stayed quiet.
Mentally groaning at your stupidity, you lean your head against the window.
The rest of the ride home is silent.
---
"Jungkook."
No answer.
"You can't keep ignoring me like this."
Well, he can.
He proves that to you when he lets the barbell join the floor with a hard thud.
Only a small grunt of triumph escapes him, but otherwise; silence.
He hasn't spoken to you.
He parked the car under your apartment building- in its usual spot- exiting the car and heading to your home.
-silently.
He entered the apartment and left the door open for you, changed into his usual workout attire, and headed into his personal gym.
-silently.
It has been an hour since he's been in here, not sparing any effort to check on you.
You're getting quite frustrated with him. It's just- unreasonable.
He has his reasons for acting this way- you'll give him that- but where'd all the communication go?
You've been with Jungkook for well over a year now, and it feels weird; whatever this is. It hasn't ever happened before, probably because a similar situation has never occured.
You'd always hold hands in public, and it was never a problem for you.
But as a first real relationship...guess you were growing self-conscious about it.
What if they saw?
Will they speak?
Your train of thought cuts off as the sulking man grunts again, this time louder; intended to grasp your attention back to him.
He must've seen you zoning out.
"Enough, Jungkook."
Your words leave a tangy taste on your tongue. You really don't want to argue with him what-so-ever, but this is ridiculous.
he's being ridiculous.
You two could've talked it out to figure what the problem was- you should.
Instead, you're running after a person that keeps looking back to make sure you're still there.
He wants you to feel like you're genuinely being ignored, which is just- again- unreasonable.
Okay, the earlier...incident hurt him a little bit- and maybe a little more than that- that much is evident.
Jungkook merely scoffs at your words,
yet again ignoring you.
Fucking hell,
he's actually pissing you off.
"Giving me the silent treatment?" Your eyes sharpen with challenge, and his own light up with one of their own.
He leaves whatever he was doing to cross his arms and properly stare you down, almost belittling you- no, not almost, he is.
You've always known just how much Jungkook loves a challenge.
"Fine by me." Your smile is so sweet- but it's wrong. It's not the kind of smile he's used to.
And with that, you exit the gym, grab a random book, make yourself a cup of coffee, and prepare yourself for the long night ahead.
---
It's been...two hours.
Two long hours of utter torture.
And you've read a total of five pages.
Dammit.
Instead of reading, you're embarrassed to admit how instensely you've been ogling him for two hours straight.
He's just so hot.
The way he lifts weights like they're nothing.
The way his groans and grunts fill up the quiet space- and the whole entirety of your thoughts, leading them to other, much more sexual, places.
The way those exact sounds resemble the ones he's likely to make during sex.
You can basically feel your underwear sticking to you, your arousal evident.
For the first time since you've sat on this bench, stubbornly so, with your book and cup of coffee, he flicks a gaze over you.
Indifferently.
It makes your blood boil.
Your eyes lock.
his cold,
yours set ablaze by intense emotions of frustration.
You rip your gaze away from him to set it on your book, only to look back up at him two seconds later.
He slings a towel over his shoulder, grabs a bottle of water and unscrews the lid.
gently placing the bottle on his lips, he opens his mouth and chugs a mass of water all at once.
He repeats the motion once...twice... and your eyes are glued to the way his adam's apple bobs.
A thick lump forms in your throat, your breaths quickening. Must be...horniness.
You take the chance to properly look at him;
hair ruffled, body hot, muscles bulged.
Theres a slight sheen of sweat highlighting his neck, and a vein pops out from the way he's angling his neck up.
Your senses heighten.
He sets the bottle down, only to turn to you.
You try your best to hide the hormones.
Your eyes then trail down his neck to his collarbones, and you almost drool.
Scratch that, you're definitely drooling.
He looks fucking divine.
Well, of course.
He always does.
He looks as divine as it feels to love him.
You've always loved Jungkook. You still do. From the moment he waltzed into your heart with no foul intention and swept it off its feet, you knew you were absolutely done for.
Wrecked,
Ruined,
No longer containing any available capacity in your whole being to love anyone else.
Anyone but him. Even saying you love him more than you do yourself wouldn't be over-exaggerating...it would be true.
Call it obsession?
So be it.
A subtle scoff turns your attention back to him; body erect and all guarded up, his body language almost makes you tense up yourself.
You know for a damn straight fact that this is going to lead to an unpleasant conversation- even more so an argument- but whatever it is that's sizzling between you two like static electricity needs to die down.
It was never like this.
Tension,
Frustration,
Miscommunication.
"Bold of you to stare at me like that." His eyes never leave yours a second when he speaks.
He locks his hands behind his neck and rests them on his nape. His forearms bulge, and your eyes physically hurt from how hard they're trying not to gape at him.
Knocking his head back, he stares at you through his lashes with hooded lids and the most beautiful dark eyes.
You would've found the sight quite attractive- you do- but the subtle dig aimed at your staring attracts your attention more.
"Better get used to it, then." You stand, maintaining a protective stance yourself.
You're not angry, or...defensive, thought you might be a little shameless.
You just want this to end. For everything to go back to the way it was.
He smirks.
Your eyes harden.
"Oh yeah?" He lazily strides in your direction, and you cross your arms, almost acting nonchalantly.
Your irritation is evident and so is his, but the tension is so heavy on your shoulders, it makes your muscles tense.
His steps shorten until he's only a few feet away.
Not too close,
Not too far,
Yet feels like hundreds of miles apart.
"Wonder where that's coming from."
"Guess you'll have to find out."
This time, it's you who smirks when a sudden spark of challenge ignites in his irises.
"What i'd like to find out," He lowers his voice, his tone calm; in contrast to the dark storm reflecting the thoughts of his mind through dark, fogged up orbs. "...is what the hell on earth it was that happened today."
You stare at him, contemplating your options.
"I felt self-conscious."
The response is quick, but you're satisfied. You want to be completely honest. That's the best way to go at it.
You notice how he blanks out before you look away. Almost like he's fighting with himself over what to think of the response, his eyes portray the most intense feelings of complexity.
Quickly covering the slight feeling of confusion with frustration, his brows tug together, and in another context, you would've found the action to be adorable.
"Self-conscious? About us? What-" He scrambles to understand, and your eyes widen by an inch. "-are you- like- not sure about us? Anymore?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" You directly jump to answer his questions with one of your own. Your own brows join together, and the frustration builds further.
"Fuck, y/n." He gives you his back, walking in the opposite direction.
"What- I didn't even mean it like that!" Your voice raises slightly, purely in expression of desperation.
Why is this so complicated? It wasn't even that big of a deal.
He looks at you over his shoulder, his features bitter.
"How did you mean it then?" He scoffs, but his words come out quiet, serious, and clear of sarcasm. They come out hurt.
"Look- I just-" You take a deep breath, staring at the floor. "I don't want to fight."
You look at his feet, directing your gaze to a place where your mind doesn't feel overwhelmed. When you look at him, you want to look at his eyes, nose, lips...all of him. When you look at him, you see nothing but him. The whole world disappears when you do.
When you look at him,
You can't think about anything but how much you love him.
And right then it's like the whole world stops.
Like it's just you and him, in this gym, with nothing and no one else but each other.
"Fight?" His eyes rage with a thousand different broken emotions all fighting over dominance at once.
He shifts closer to you, only eager to show you the true weight of his love for you.
His index finger hooks under your chin and tilts it up to meet his eyes, only making your breath catch.
"I'd drop to my knees and beg if you wanted me to."
You feel your eyes water. There's nothing you could possibly think to say to him in this moment, except...
"I love you."
He returns a sad smile.
"Show me."
He cups your cheek.
Strokes it with his thumb, once.
Twice.
And in his presence remains a cool gust of air as his touch lingers and leaves a fire awakening.
Just then you realize: the fire that seems to spread further and further is that of love, nestled in between the teeny crooks and tiny nooks of your heart; the wildfire seemingly one of pleasurable pain.
Gone is jungkook, and welcomed is the loneliness as you hear the shower turn on.
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→ why do i run back to you like i don't mind if you fuck up my life?
PLEASE read part 1, none of this will make sense without it!
pairing: jungkook x female reader
genre: ex-lovers to frenemies to lovers (?), band au, punk au, angst, smut, fluffiness
warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and drug use, mentions of death, smut😳 (protected sex, hate sex 🔥 turned into 😩🥺 sex, choking, biting, oral sex female receiving, orgasm denial(?), mentions of therapy but yay! oc & jk getting their sh-t together! this is kind of lazily edited so sorry
premise: A record deal. The one thing Violet needed to become the next big rockstars. As the front-woman to the band, life couldn’t have been any easier for you. That is until a devastating life event changes everything for you, leaving you heartbroken and in a downward spiral you can’t get out of. With your biggest competitor, Whailen 52 on your heels, your bandmates worried about the future, and your ex Jeon Jungkook being your only solace; you weren’t sure if you were going to live through this to see your dreams come to fruition.
word count: 24,000 (roughly)
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happy new year! & welcome back to my semi-annual fic posting lmao. i hope you all enjoy the end to this story that i love so much. come chat to me about anything once you're finished reading💜
_____
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” The words seethe from your mouth and into the phone.
“Possibly,” Yoongi responds calmly. You could see him right now—laid back in his bed or a chair, looking at his nails aimlessly, maybe even lighting a cigarette up. Acting as if what he was asking was an everyday question with no repercussions.
“Min Yoongi I c-can—not believe the goddamn audacity of you right now,” you stutter some of your words, disbelief flowing through your veins. You’re trying to keep as quiet as possible since Jimin, Hobi, and Lisa all reside in your designated practice room down the hall. Not only was Yoongi interrupting practice for you on your time, he was doing it to ask you this?!
“Y/N I know it sounds—“
“Crazy?” You answer for him, “Yes it’s fucking insane… Asking me to fill in lead guitar for your band?! Excuse me?!”
“Technically Jungkook’s and Tae’s band,” he says nonchalantly.
“Because that makes it any better?” You fight back.
“Y/N, listen to me,” Yoongi sounds much more determined, his voice stern and heavy, “I know how much Violet means to you—how much you cherish it. I know you want a record deal more than anyone I know, including myself, but how would you feel if everything you’ve built up with your band came crashing down over a stupid drunken mistake, huh? I know you would be just as desperate to find someone to fill in and you know that I would do the same—hell, Jungkook would absolutely do the same for you if it came down to it and you fucking know it.”
You frown, huffing into the phone, “It’s not my fault Namjoon did what he did.”
“Jesus fuck Y/N you’re missing the point,” he says now seemingly frustrated at your responses that are clearly not what he wants to hear.
“How do you think my band would feel then Yoongi?… Huh? Filling in for my ex that cheated on me’s band?”
“Please Y/N, everyone knows you and Jungkook are still fucking in love,” he says, “And it’s not my fault you went and cheated on Jungkook with Jimin making this decision hard for you.”
Your mouth falls agape, “Fuck you Yoongi—we’ve moved past that!”
“Clearly,” sarcasm evident, “If you won’t do this for Jungkook, at least do it for me. Pretend he’s not even there.”
You furrow your brows, chewing on your lips, “Because that’s easy?” you say obviously.
“Y/N will you at least sleep on it,” he sighs heavily, “We’re desperate and I think you owe Jungkook one.”
“I don’t owe him anything?” you retort.
“Mm,” he mumbles.
“You’re actually ridiculous Yoongi,” you sigh heavily, and you know you might regret your next words later on but Yoongi was right. You owed Jungkook for being a pain in the ass. And he would absolutely fill in for Jimin if you asked him. Shit.
“Fine,” you huff, “I’ll sleep on it.”
You can hear the sigh of relief Yoongi gets out, a small smile definitely spreading across his lips, “You’re the fucking best Y/N.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll call you back tomorrow all right?”
Before you can answer, there’s a small knocking at the door you’re sat behind. Jimin walks in promptly, his eyes finding yours instantly, noticing you’re still on the phone.
“Okay, sounds good.”
You hang up before he can respond, turning your attention fully to Jimin.
“Everything okay?” He asks, “You’ve been gone awhile… wanted to check in—“
“Yeah yeah everything’s fine, thanks Chim,” you give him a small smile to which he returns. You knew if you ended up helping Whailen, Jimin would take it the hardest. You’re not even sure he would speak to you again. Hooking up with him had to be the worst decision you ever made. Not only had it made things uncomfortable for you two for so long—just recently going back to your “normal”—Jimin loathed Jungkook. He had never been a huge fan of him even when you two started dating, always seeing him as too immature for yourself. If anything, Jimin always wanted the best for you and your ambitions. He didn’t think Jungkook fit into that mold and that’s where you two differed the most. Jungkook was in your life at least for the near future and he couldn’t stand that. You could only hope that he wouldn’t be mad at you but knowing how sensitive and protective Jimin was over you—it was an inevitable downfall you would have to prepare for.
_____
“Jesus Christ,” Namjoon’s eyes look you up and down as he walks into their practice studio, Jungkook and Taehyung in tow close behind him.
“She said yes?” Taehyung’s mouth drops open as he notices your frame, sitting against the very couch you sat with Jungkook on a couple weeks back. Yoongi sat to your right and Jungkook had yet to look at you. He keeps his gaze busy unsure what to say. Jin soon walks in after the three of them, his eyes wide when he spots you.
“Holy fuck,” he exasperates, “She actually showed up?”
“No guys it’s a clone,” you finally speak up, annoyance clear across your tone, “I’m right here you know, a hello or something would be nice for this huge favor.”
“Please don’t act like this isn’t a privilege sweetheart,” Namjoon mocks as he sits down on a couch opposite of you and Yoongi.
You give him a small smile, “I’m glad you recognize it is a privilege for you guys to have me here,” you throw his words back at him. You don’t know what you did to get attitude from Kim Namjoon of all people, but you hoped he would kindly shut the fuck up.
“Come on hyung cool it,” Jungkook finally speaks up from where he stands near the equipment, setting up a few parts to the drum kit.
“Whatever,” Namjoon mutters, looking down at his phone diverting his attention elsewhere.
“Y/N we really couldn’t thank you enough for this,” Taehyung kindly speaks to you. His light brown hair is hidden under a cap, but he’s as handsome as ever.
“I’m here with conditions you know,” you say to him to which is eyes then turn to Yoongi, seeming confused. You glower over at Yoongi, “You didn’t tell them did you?”
He shrugs, “I was waiting for the right moment.”
“Conditions like what?” Jin says sat near his bass.
You fix you your posture, noticing Jungkook peeking your way every so often. You hadn’t spoken to him since your talk and love profession two weeks ago, so you were out of the loop of what he had been up to since then.
“I get to choose one song for you guys,” you say confidently.
“What the fuck—“
“Absolutely not—“
Namjoon and Jin groan in unison. Taehyung looks a little annoyed from this demand. Jungkook’s face is straight and unreadable. Yoongi is smirking beside you. He loved you coming in here demanding things—it added some spice and the boys definitely weren’t expecting it.
Taehyung takes a moment to himself, thinking about it before saying, “Fine. If I can sing it, fine. Anything else?”
“My name goes on your roster as lead, Jungkook’s name goes on drums,” It was only fair in your eyes.
“You’re fucking kidding,” Namjoon’s dark eyes look towards you, “You’re Krist Vedder’s daughter, do you really need anymore fucking attention? I’m the drummer of the band, my name deserves to be there—”
“Hyung do you ever shut up?” Jungkook’s voice raises from where he sits behind the drums now, his eyes finding yours across the room. “This is your fault we’re in this position, be fucking grateful Y/N is a damn good guitar player and willing to help us.”
“Defending your ex fucking girlfriend over me dude? That’s low,” he seethes.
You weren’t expecting Jungkook to defend you in that manner but you it makes your heart flutter, hands a little less shaky. You send him a small smile in return before Taehyung turns to Namjoon frustratingly.
“Hyung how about you sit this practice out?” Taehyung says to him.
Namjoon raises his eyebrows, “Fine,” he stands up, “Have fun everyone.”
You watch as he leaves the practice room, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Someone’s cheerful,” Yoongi remarks, standing up beside you.
“He’s been such an asshole lately,” Taehyung groans, “Y/N ready to practice some?” He turns to you changing the subject quickly.
You nod, feeling somewhat nervous. This wasn’t your band therefore you were not in your element. You and Jungkook had played guitar together many of times, but this was completely uncharted territory. Mind that you still had yet to tell your band you were doing this. All you knew is that by the end of this, your hands you were going to be tired and rough from calluses working double overtime on your beloved Fender. You only hoped that this wasn’t a decision you weren’t going to regret this time next week. After all, your dad told you to make the right choices—weren’t you?
“If you put a capo on it would sound better,” you point out. Your eyes follow the way down the neck of Jungkook’s acoustic guitar, up his chest, his neck, and finally his eyes.
He scowls, ignoring your suggestion as he continues to strum the chords to Muse’s Time is Running Out. He knows it would sound better adding a capo, but he hated proving you right. He hums the words, making you feel drowsier as the minutes pass.
You two are sat on the small outdoor couch Jungkook and Taehyung had on their small porch of the apartment. It overlooked the bustling city of Seoul. It was your favorite view. You were saddened that they decided against renewing their lease, instead moving to separate apartments in a few months. You supposed being glued to the hip since their early teens, Jungkook and Taehyung were realizing they needed to spend time away from each other. It would be better for their band and personal relationship in the long run.
You nudge Jungkook’s side with your foot and he jerks against it, a small smile peaking through his lips. You do it again and again, trying to get a reaction from him.
“Quit,” he grabs your ankle with a laugh, looking down and over at you. You’re laid on your back in one of his flannels lazily buttoned, legs straight and feet propped on his knees. You’re his favorite view and perhaps it’s why the heavy weight in his chest brings him down further into hell.
“Pay attention to me,” you pout as you try to squirm your ankle out of his grip.
“Was the last two hours not enough?” He muses cheekily. His face turn a slight pink as you shake your head. He can’t tell if you’re causing him to turn color or if it is the warmth of summer coming.
“C’mhere,” he pulls on your ankle and you smile as you push yourself up, crawling over to his side. You remove his guitar from his lap, setting it down carefully as he eyes you intensely. If anything happened to any of his guitars, you’re sure he would set you aflame. And you would do the same.
“Hi,” you smile up at his beautiful face as you cuddle up beside him, throwing your legs over his lap fully. He opens his arms for you wide, pulling you as close as possible to his body. He’s always so warm and comforting.
“Hi,” his voice is deep as he nuzzles his nose into your hair. Jungkook had been acting a little distant lately. You didn’t know if it was the decision of him dropping out of school to fully pursue music, stress from his parents about that said decision, or maybe the horrible fight you two had a couple weeks back. Any chance you got though, you made sure to hold him as close as possible, desperate for him to come back down to you. You had just celebrated your three year anniversary together and even with Jungkook being more reserved, you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.
“What’s up baby?” You nudge him as his gaze looks off into the distant. It’s probably just past midnight, but the city is still alive and well. He looks back over to you, hand rubbing circles on your exposed thigh.
“Just thinking,” he mumbles with straight lips, a deep sigh emitting from his nose. You bring a hand up, squeezing his right cheek playfully. He lets you play with him like a doll. He doesn’t care as long as you keep touching him because he knows all too soon—that’ll be a thing of the past.
“About what?” You ponder curiously as he leans into your touch.
“I love you,” he completely disregards your question, leaning into some so you can meet him halfway. The kiss is gentle and soft. Unlike a few hours ago where they were rough and calloused, bruising each other’s flesh in the worst ways possible. You want more from him desperately but onset soreness between your thighs tells you to hold off.
“I love you too. Keep playing,” you whisper against his mouth as he pulls away. He nods tenderly and you scoot away from him some so he can pick his guitar back up. He would do anything for you. Maybe that would make you want to stay. You choose to stay in your curled up position, no matter how difficult is might be for him to play. He rests the bottom of the instrument between the crack of your parted legs, the neck going the opposite direction.
He clears his throat before beginning to strum chords that you don’t immediately recognize, but it soon settles in.
“Why the doom and gloom babe?” You sulk which causes him to stop playing. He laughs, shaking his head some.
“You said play me a song, I am playing you a song,” he raises his eyebrows at you obviously. You giggle in return, before huffing a fine, settling back some in the couch cushions.
He starts the chords over again, the heaviness of the song filling the air around you two. You don’t know why Jungkook has chosen to play you despairing songs the past hour, but you leave him be. He’s much more sensitive than he likes to show on to people. He tries his best to show his emotions, despite how bad he can be at communicating at times. He promised he would work on it and maybe that was your first mistake.
“Don’t wanna think about it, don’t wanna talk about, I’m just so sick about it,” he sings low under the moonlight and stars. “Just so confused about it, feelin’ the blues about it, I just can’t do without ya—“
Perhaps your second mistake was downplaying Jungkook’s distance and undermining the meanings of the songs he was playing. And Jungkook would soon learn himself, what goes around does indeed come back around.
______
“Thanks for driving me home again,” you look over to your doe eyed companion. He shifts his car into park, settling near your apartment.
“No problem,” he says looking over to you. It was late on a Tuesday night—practicing with Whailen just wrapped. You had practiced with Violet earlier in the afternoon and to say you were exhausted was an understatement. There were 4 days left until the competition and you only hoped you wouldn’t be burnt out by then.
“You doing okay?” Jungkook asks as you let out a yawn, covering your mouth quickly.
“Yeah, just really tired,” you say honestly. Truthfully—you had been doing pretty well the past week or so. Settling things with your mother had eased your tension greatly and the letter from your dad seemed to come at just the right time.
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this Y/N,” he says genuinely. You had heard that phrase from everyone in Whailen—minus Namjoon—at least once a day since you first came to rehearsal last week.
“Don’t worry about it,” you shake your head some, “I know you’d do the same for me if I asked.”
He gives you a small smile, his eyes softening, “Yeah… yeah I would,” his voice trails off leaving a heavy silence in the car. Ever since yours and Jungkook’s talk, the two of you honestly had not spoken many words to each other. He would give you a hello when you walked into the practice studio as did you, only exchanging words with each other when absolutely necessary. It wasn’t awkward by any means, but there had been a shift in your relationship with each other. Good or bad—you didn’t know.
“Yeah well, I’d better head up,” you unbuckle yourself, ripping your gaze away from his.
“Do they know?” He asks, “Your band?”
The question catches you off guard, your heart stopping for a moment, “No. Not yet”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything else as you gather your bag from your feet, opening the car door swiftly, “Thanks again.”
You’re about to shut the door when his voice rings through your ears once again.
“Wait, Y/N—“
You stop your motions, furrowing your brows, “Yeah?”
His dark eyes catch yours in the street lamps that are illuminate the parking lot. His mouth opens but he quickly shuts back, his lips tightening into a line. His expression is unreadable, his eyes wide and starry-like.
“Have a good night,” is all he says. Knowing him all too well, you know that was not what he intended on saying. However, not wanting to stir anything up, you leave it at that. You wish him well too watching as he drives away, leaving you alone to your thoughts.
The moment you cross the threshold into your apartment, you nearly jump out of your shoes when Lisa’s voice rains down on you.
“Were you just with Jungkook?” Her words hit you like a baseball bat and you are the 95 MPH fastball.
“Huh?” You return dumbly, hanging up your key next to hers.
“I saw you two,” she says, “From my window.”
“Never took you as a peeping Tom,” you walk past her frame and back towards your room, wanting nothing more to shower and head into a deep sleep. Her footsteps follow yours closely and you know she isn’t going to let up.
“It’s almost midnight, we finished practice at seven,” she says, “I thought you and him stopped hooking up—“
“We did,” you interrupt, kicking off your sneakers and laying down on your bed promptly, hoping she would get the hint to leave you be.
“Well, then that doesn’t explain why you were with him.”
You are tempted to keep tight lipped but with the competition just days away—they were going to find out no matter what. It was too late to back out on either of your commitments so would simply have to deal with it.
“I’m doing him a favor,” you say, sitting up and sitting criss-crossed. Her eyes narrow as she steps towards your frame, pulling out your desk chair to sit.
“And what favor could you possibly owe him?”
You feel your heart racing, palms sweaty, a lump in your throat before pushing it down, “I’m filling in lead for them,” you pause, “For the competition on Saturday.”
Lisa’s face falls, eyes wide, losing all color at once. “E-excuse me? Y/N what?”
You don’t say anything else, giving her time to process the information.
She starts shaking her head, waving her hands around in confusion, “B-but you said that Namjoon was o-out and we had the leg up now? Y/N please tell me you’re joking oh my god—“
“I’m not,” you mumble, looking down at your hands.
“You have to be fucking kidding, Y/N they’re our competition—our biggest competition at that and you’re out here helping them?!”
“Lisa please—“
“No, don’t Lisa please me—this is ridiculous! Let them suffer for their own problems!”
You sigh, rolling your eyes, “Lisa look at me,” you say sternly, “How do you think I would feel if you, or Jimin, or Hobi got hurt right before our biggest fucking gig—a goddamn record deal on the line—I-I would still want us to play! But there is no way in hell I would ask some random bassist or drummer to fill in for one of you guys! You know if I asked Jungkook, or Taehyung, they would do the same for us.”
“Would they though?” She presses, her fingers turning white from gripping the back of your desk chair.
“Yes,” you say, “I know Jungkook would. Please I know it’s not ideal for any one of us but it’s one gig but I promise you that we will be fine.”
“I can’t fucking believe you sometimes,” she exasperates, standing up promptly from the chair. “I’m assuming you haven’t told Hobi yet? Or Jimin?” You bite your lip hesitantly and it’s all the answer she needs before she is rolling her eyes, huffing at your stature.
“You better not be sabotaging us,” she pauses, “You’re own band.”
Lisa leaves your room, slamming the door behind her. Your face falls, her words coming down on you like a rain shower. Violet was your band—the thing you perhaps cherished the most of anything else in the world. You had worked so hard, practiced so many hours, wrote so many songs—all to leading to a moment coming this weekend. If you secured a record deal then your life would change in so many ways. Your dreams would come true—the dreams your dad had instilled on you as a little girl would come true. Were you sabotaging yourself by helping Whailen 52? You certainly didn’t think so until Lisa said that. It was obviously too late to back on your promise to Yoongi, knowing your dad would have wanted you to do the right thing.
“Fuck,” you fall back against your bed again, body bouncing slightly. You were tired, hungry, and your head was killing you. You really hoped you had made the right decision.
____
Vision was a little hazy, the music a little too loud, and maybe you had already had a little too much to drink for the evening, but you were having fun. A luxury that you hadn’t truly experienced in weeks. The venue was huge—an upscale bar on the opposite side of the city—complete with a rooftop, dance floors, and multiple levels each equipped with their own stage set ups.
Geffen Records kicked off competition weekend with a party, bringing out all the stops for tomorrow evening. There were 11 bands that were playing in total tomorrow evening—press release posters lining the walls of the bar with each band name on it. On the third line sat Violet, a little down to the seventh line sat Whailen 52. The whole night had been surreal so far and perhaps that’s why you had downed a little too much alcohol to ease your nerves.
You found yourself at the bar with Jimin and Lisa ordering another drink, trying your best to ease all the pent up nerves you have. You were exhausted and your fingers were calloused more than they had ever been. You were excited to show your hard off work, both in Violet and Whailen. If anything, you would hope that playing with Whailen would put more spotlight on you and your band. The only front woman in the competition, playing guitar for two bands—that had to look impressive to whoever was going to be judging.
“Babe maybe make this your last one,” Lisa remarks as you down your shot. It was only your second one and you shake your head in response. She was being dramatic.
“I’m fine,” you protest, leaning against the bar to people watch. You wanted to keep an eye out for any familiar faces—doe eyes in particular.
“Do you really want to be hungover tomorrow of all days?” She adds. You glance at her from the corner of your eyes. Maybe she wasn’t being dramatic. You turn back around, ordering a water promptly.
“Where’s Hobi?” You look around, realizing you hadn’t seen your drummer in over an hour. Actually, no one had seen him over an hour.
“Probably chatting up that one bassist in that band Moody,” Jimin explains, “He’s always eyeing her up and down when we’ve been to their gigs.”
You and Lisa laugh in unison, “Good for him,” you smile. Hobi was a charmer that’s one thing for sure.
“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” Jimin turns to you, leaning on his side as he drinks a vodka water. Lisa eyes you up and down, turning her attention away from you two. Neither of you have told Jimin or Hoseok about your double crossing tomorrow—making Lisa swear not to say anything. If she had kept your word, Jimin was still oblivious and if she hadn’t—he was a really good actor.
“Nervous,” is all you say, afraid you might say too much.
“Don’t be nervous,” he reassures, “You’re the best damn guitar player in this whole bar.”
You smile at his compliment, “Give yourself more credit than that.” It was true—Jimin was an amazing guitar player. You considered yourself lucky as hell when Jimin wanted to audition for your band. He had left his old band for yours, putting all his trust in you. Which is why you were so terrified of seeing his reaction tomorrow when you would finally tell him your secret.
“I am,” he nudges your foot that’s clad in a strappy black heel. Definitely not your normal get up, but you wanted to make an impression on whoever would be here tonight.
“Is that miss Y/N, leader of the sensational band Violet?” You don’t recognize the voice at first, you and Jimin simultaneously looking in the direction it came from. Your eyes land on a tall man, whose voice you can now put a name and face too.
Kim Mingyu. Leader of the band Mayday, one of Jungkook’s best friends, and certified asshole. Mayday was an impressive band to say the least. Punk rock based like many of the ones competing, but they probably had the longest list of accomplishments already behind them. They recently opened for All Time Low at a gig in America. They were also already signed to a small record label but were clearly trying to move on up to the mainstream. As showy as their accomplishments were, in terms of their music, they were simply average. It’s why you didn’t consider them competition. Your band was a lot better, on many different levels, and you were about to prove that tomorrow.
“Mingyu,” you greet him, “Long time no see.”
His eyes look between you and Jimin, a small smirk rising upon his face, “I see your efforts paid off.”
“Excuse me?” You’re shocked by his words. They’re vague to anyone else, but you know exactly what he means. He doesn’t elaborate as he steps forward, keeping his eyes on you. He motions for you to scoot to right a tad, so he can squeeze between you and Jimin. Lisa has noticed who has made their way here and she tenses up beside you.
Mingyu orders a beer, leaning on his elbows against the mahogany and gold encrusted bar.
“So how have you been?” He turns to you, completely ignoring Jimin. Your guitarist gives you a worried look but you brush it promptly.
“Fine,” your answer is simple. You don’t owe him any explanation of your feelings. He was always so mean to you when you and Jungkook dated. It got to the point where you refused to hang out with Jungkook if Mingyu was going to be there. This was set within the first 6 months of your 3 year relationship.
“Ah thanks,” he nods to the bartender, taking a gulp of his dark beer, “That’s good, considering everything…”
Your body tenses up, heart rate intensifying too, breathing becoming a little shaky. You stay silent, feeling your brain become less cloudy and more aware of your surroundings. You were tempted to grab Jimin and Lisa, run off and find Hobi, but Mingyu keeps speaking, preventing you from doing so.
“I mean heroin, that’s one hell of a drug,” he tsks, “Wasn’t really my thing you know? Didn’t enjoy the nodding off, takes the fun out of things—“
“Fuck off dude, just leave us alone,” Jimin snips. You feel bile rising in the back of your throat, head spinning as his words sink in. He knew precisely what he was doing and his motive to approaching you.
“Last time someone left you two alone, you ended up fucking him behind Jungkook’s back right?” He turns to you with, clad with a proud smirk. Lisa wraps her small hand around your wrist, worried you might launch at him. Little did she know, you couldn’t do that. He was breaking you down piece by piece and you had nothing in you to fight him.
“I’m serious Mingyu,” Jimin takes action, grabbing him by the arm to tug him away from you and the bar. It draws attention from everyone who is near you, gasps and other whisperings rising afraid of what might happen. Mingyu backs up with his hands up to show a sign of submission.
“Whoa,” he says, “Just some friendly banter is all… I mean everyone is all good friends now though right?” He eggs on, “Isn’t that why you’re playing lead for Whailen tomorrow?”
Your face completely falls—your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. You feel Jimin tense up beside you, his gaze heavy on your face but you can’t possibly look at him. You briefly glance at Lisa who is looking away, fidgeting uncomfortably in her own heels.
“I-I,” you pause, at a loss for words, “Who told you that?”
He smirks before walking backwards some, downing the rest of his beer, “Who do you think?”
He walks away from the scene, leaving you stunned, embarrassed, and panicked.
Jimin turns to you quickly, though he stays silent. You’re unable to catch your breath or look at him.
Your emotions are running astray—anger, confusion, betrayal, pain. It was overwhelming as you gripped the side of the bar trying to maintain your balance. Not only did Mingyu throw out your secret in front of anyone who was around to here it—he also threw your father’s passing up in your face. You wanted to cry, you really did, but something in you told you to save your tears for later. While you were angry with Mingyu, the hurt and betrayal you felt knowing Jungkook told him everything was manifesting itself into anger at your ex lover.
“Whoa whoa, hey guys what happened?” Hobi appears by Lisa’s side, seemingly out of nowhere, panic striking his features, “Someone said you almost got into a fight?” He references towards Jimin.
“Where’s Jungkook? Have you seen him?” You ask your drummer quickly, your jaw clenching the more you think about those doe eyes that have now betrayed you more than once.
“Y/N let’s not—“
“Have you seen them?” You ask again interrupting Lisa, pushing yourself off the bar stool. Jimin has stayed silent, his eyes full of confusion and distrust as he looks your way.
“I-I think they might be downstairs?” Hoseok finally answers, looking between his three bandmates curiously. He should have expected he was walking into a shitshow when he heard Park Jimin of all people almost started a bar fight.
Without another word, you leave your bandmates rushing to find the nearest set of stairs down to the second floor. Your heels are making you slower than usual, almost slipping once or twice but you passively ignore it. Your blood was boiling and you weren’t leaving until you spoke to him. You’re looking around frantically at the packed bar; people everywhere, drinks flying, music loud, smoke clouds blazing. You make your way through the crowd towards the open area with tables and you nearly scream when a hand grabs your arm in the midst of it all.
“Y/N—woah, what’s the rush babe, come have a drink!”
“Yoongi! You scared the shit out of me,” you hold your chest over your heart, “Have you seen Jungkook? Or Taehyung? Or any of your fucking band—“
“Whoa whoa, what’s up?” He looks at you up and down, noticing your frantic state of mind.
“Have you?” You persist.
“We all were down at the first level, they might still be there,” he replies, tone lacing with concern. He’s about to ask what in the hell is going on but you turn away from him quick enough to escape. Yoongi watches your frame from behind as you walk away, an unsettling feeling washing over him and he can’t help but to follow you, sensing something was about to blow up.
You find locks of freshly dyed purple ends catching in the bar lighting right near the steps you just got off of. Your heart rate was surely going a million miles per hour. The new violet color of his hair perhaps sends you into overdrive. You stop fresh in your tracks when you get a better angle of the scene. It makes more bile rise in your throat and you feel like you could actually get sick.
Whailen is sat around a few nice couches and chairs, all laughing and drinking absentmindedly. All looks relatively normal until you see a girl propped up on Jungkook’s lap, her looking at him like he’s the brightest star of all the constellations. He’s laughing and clearly drunk, his hands a little too high on her thighs for your preference. There are other women around them too, but Jungkook was already in hot water with you—you weren’t letting him off the hook.
“Y/N?” Jungkook’s eyes immediately lock eyes with yours as you get closer to them. All of his bandmates and groupies look over at you, all smiling with welcoming ‘hello’s’ and ‘sit down’s’. Jungkook shifts awkwardly in his seat, removing his hands from the girl. She looks at you with furrowed brows, clearly unhappy that his attention is currently on you.
“Fuck you,” you spit at Jungkook, the entire area going silent.
“Woah what the fuck,” Yoongi says from behind you, grabbing your arm in the process of his words. You realized that he followed you and it only makes you more pissed off, jerking out of his light grip. Jungkook looks more than confused, pushing the girl off of him; perhaps that was the reason you were mad?
He stands up only a couple feet away from you now—“Y/N what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
“What’s wrong?!” You step forward, not caring how much attention the two of you are drawing your way. “What’s wrong?!” You repeat, “First you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants and now you can’t shut your fucking mouth?!”
“Y/N, let’s not do this here,” Yoongi chimes in again, trying to pull you away from the situation but you once again ignore him.
“What are you talking about? Y/N I really don’t—“
“Fuck you,” you say again, “I fucking hate you.” Once again—you don’t mean it but you felt the need to cut deep. Blame it on the booze—you couldn’t care less.
Jungkook steps forward grabbing your forearms, “Baby please I don’t know what you’re talking about, what’s wrong? We can go talk?” Jungkook was rambling at this point. Everything had been fine between the two of you—the best it’s been since your breakup—why were you so mad?
“I’m so fucking done with you after tomorrow,” you look at the band who sits there in disbelief about what has just transpired.
You walk away from their group, all eyes on you, anger spilling out of you unable to stop it. Jungkook calls after you but after your frame disappears, he’s never felt more confused and heartbroken in his entire life.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow towards Jungkook before pinching the bridge of his nose, speaking for the first time, “Well that was cheerful.”
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Jungkook woke up the next morning not feeling great—slightly hungover, his head heavy from the booze and heavy on you. After the outburst you had last night in front of the band, he found himself heavily drinking to drown out his uncertainty about what happened. For once in his life, he cannot for the life of him figure out what he did. Normally he could step back and tell himself, ‘okay, you did X, Y, Z which is why Y/N is upset’. This time—he had no clue.
To make it all worse—today was the day. The band competition was in less than 12 hours and Jungkook was unsure if you would actually show up for them today. You obviously were pissed beyond belief at him, which in turn jeopardizes Whailen 52’s show tonight. You were carrying a lot of weight for his band tonight and if you didn’t show out—it was going to be his fault.
“Man, I just don’t know what I did,” Jungkook inhales from the joint deeply, holding in the smoke as long as he could before exhaling. He passes it over to Yoongi, who eyes him suspiciously. A hangover wasn’t anything Jungkook couldn’t solve with a morning bake. He ended up crashing on Yoongi’s couch last night, too drunk to make it home by himself or with that girl he was with. What was her name again?
“I want to believe you Kook,” Yoongi inhales, “But given your track record…” he laughs while blowing the smoke away from the two of them.
“Hyung I’m not fucking lying,” the younger snaps, “I just don’t know why she always feel the need throw things up in my face without actually talking to me about it first,” he shakes his head, looking out over the small balcony of Yoongi’s apartment. It was a chilly day, the sun barely out—a great representation of Jungkook’s mood.
“Maybe because that’s what your relationship was?” Yoongi inhales once more before passing the joint back over. Jungkook stares at Yoongi with a heightened gaze, bringing the paper up to his lips. “I’m just saying,” he pauses, “You guys were younger and stupid, you would do something, she would do something and you two would instantly jump to conclusions without communicating.”
Jungkook hangs his head low, slightly nodding his head into agreement. Miscommunication was the root of many of yours and Jungkook’s problems in the relationship. Perhaps that’s bleeding over to whatever you are now.
“How can I fix it,” Jungkook mumbles, running a hand through his hair.
Yoongi watches his younger peer with a stoic expression. You and Jungkook were probably the two most stubborn people he knew—whatever was going to get you both straight—he didn’t have the answer.
“Do you want to be with her? Still?” He raises an eyebrow at Jungkook, who only gives Yoongi a glance from the side of his large eyes. It’s all the answer Yoongi needs. “Give her some time Kook, I don’t know how much… I mean give yourself some time too man. She’s been really unfair to you the past few months.”
“Because I fucking cheated on her—“
“Jungkook you can’t keep punishing yourself about that,” Yoongi interrupts, “If you truly want to be with her again, you have to forgive yourself and she has to forgive herself for the things she did to you.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans. He needed to talk to you before the show tonight. With so many wrongs, he wasn’t sure if he could make things right, but he had to try.
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Your phone had not stopped buzzing from the moment you woke up this morning. Texts from friends and some family wishing you and your band good luck later tonight. You had a few texts from your band in the group chat, a few from Jimin (you were actively ignoring him at the moment), a few from Min Yoongi, and unsurprisingly, Jeon Jungkook (who you were also actively ignoring). With the amount of nerves bubbling in your veins today, you did not have the energy to deal with the people pinging you this morning.
Thankfully there was no sign of a hangover as you started to go about your morning. Lisa didn’t come home last night, opting to go sleep with one of her fuck buddies instead. She had yet to show face this morning and if she isn’t here by noon, that’s when maybe you would consider calling the police.
In the height of all your thoughts, stress cleaning your kitchen, a sudden knock on your door knocks you from your reverie. Guess you wouldn’t be calling the police after all. But why would Lisa just not come in? Did she forget her key?
You swing open the door, your eyes quickly scanning up a chest that is simply too big to be female. When you make eye contact, your jaw clenches and like instinct, you begin to slam to door back shut.
“Y/N, wait!—“ his hand slams down on the door, stopping you from closing it on his face. He’s too strong for you so you stop fighting, deciding to kick him out in a nicer fashion.
“What do you want Jungkook?” You stand in the threshold, crossing your arms over your chest to block him from coming in. “Are you high?” You push, noticing the whites of eyes a little too pink to be normal.
“Coming down,” he mutters. You roll your eyes about to shut the door again until he starts to speak, “Y/N we need to talk. I-I don’t know what I did and I don’t want you mad at me—I feel like we were finally getting somewhere,” he pauses running a panicked hand through his hair, “I wanna fix this—us—I get that we’re not perfect but I want this shit behind us, so please just let me come in.”
The straight look on your face doesn’t help him in anyway, but when you step aside to let him come in, he breathes a sigh of relief.
“Five minutes,” you warn as you shut the door behind you two.
“Y/N I just wanna say whatever you’re upset about—I’m sorry,” he doesn’t waste anytime, “I just don’t know what I did—I thought everything was good? And then you came up last night and I just genuinely didn’t know what you were talking about… and I didn’t want you to think I was belittling you by not knowing I just—“
“Jungkook stop,” you interrupt him letting out a deep breath. His desperation tells you that he seems to be telling the truth, though it still doesn’t ease your frustration against him. “You know who came up to me last night?”
He shakes his head, desperate for answers.
“Fucking Mingyu,” you spit angrily. Suddenly his expression falls, a pit opening up in his chest.
“Y/N—“
“No Jungkook—no,” you pause; you weren’t going to cry but you felt like you could if you let your walls down, “Not only did he spill to everyone that I was helping you guys out, he threw up my own father’s death in my fucking face.”
Jungkook’s mouth parts, his jaw clenching slightly. Truthfully, him and Mingyu had grown apart in the last few months, only catching up if they saw each other out. The last time they spoke, Jungkook did mention you were helping Whailen out which Mingyu scoffed at but he figured he couldn’t care less. Mingyu’s band was already bigger than Violet or Whalien—why would he care? Hearing that he said something to you about your dad doesn’t sit well with him. No matter how famous your father was in the music industry, it’s no ones place to bring it up.
“Holy shit, Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t—“
“Jungkook you know that I’m doing this as a favor for Yoongi,” it somewhat cuts Jungkook through the chest to hear that he had no apparent weight in your decision, “But only Lisa knew and he brought it up in front of Jimin and I just—“ you stop, a lump forming in your throat. You had yet to explain yourself to him and you weren’t sure how you were going to.
“Y/N I’m sorry,” he pauses, unsure of what to say, “Honestly Mingyu and I aren’t that close anymore—I talk to him maybe a couple times a month now… when we were together I didn’t pay attention or care enough to pay attention to how shitty he was to you. And then after we broke up he would say the most horrible things about you and I just wasn’t having it—I’m so sorry I feel like he was probably doing in it spite of me because I told him to fuck off when it came to you, fuck no wonder you’re mad I—“
He stops to catch his breath, his eyes wandering away from yours. You feel the tense bite of your jaw loosening, your shoulders slacking, your defense mechanisms falling. You were smart enough to acknowledge your strengths—being self aware one of your prides—but you could also admit your flaws—and jumping to conclusions was something you were still working on fixing. Had you really gotten this so wrong? You suddenly felt stupid, like a child throwing a temper tantrum because someone said something that you didn’t like.
“Is that true?” You ask, though already knowing the answer. Jungkook notices the small look in your eyes, looking unsure and insecure about the situation.
“Yes, god,” he steps forward, his hands wrapping around your arms, squeezing you reassuringly, “Y/N I shouldn’t have said anything and I’m sorry for that,” he pauses, “Everyone was going to find out eventually but it wasn’t my place to say anything. I really am so sorry.”
You end up cracking a small smile, laughing to yourself for a moment. Jungkook looks at you confused, muttering a what.
“Stop apologizing,” you say looking up at his full stature. His head was a few inches from yours and you could faintly smell remnants of his cologne. “I should apologize to you—and the guys—fuck I’m such a bitch—“
“No, no you’re not,” he says, “Short tempered? That’s another thing,” his lips form into a small smile and you can’t help but roll your eyes, pushing his chest away from you slightly.
“Are they mad at me?” You ask referring to his band. You wouldn’t blame them if they were considering you pretty much told them all to fuck off last night.
He shakes his head some, “No I think they were just confused like me,” he laughs again and you throw your head back, letting out a groan. You really couldn’t catch a fucking break. And yourself was to blame for part of that. You make a mental note to bring it up to your therapist next session.
“I’m sorry Jungkook,” you finally say, stepping away from his frame some. He was so… large these days. It was intimidating. He doesn’t say anything, only watching as you somber over and throw yourself on your couch, stretching your legs out on the sectional with a groan.
He follows you a few moments after, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch, a silence falling over you two. You turn on your side, your eyes immediately meeting his again. His gaze isn’t heavy, but he’s a look on his face you can’t read. Then again, you weren’t necessarily good at reading him anyway.
“Have you talked to them yet?” He suddenly asks. It takes you a second to understand what he’s asking about.
“No,” you mutter, “I didn’t want them to be angry.”
He visibly swallows, “Don’t you think they’d get more mad if you don’t talk to them?”
You don’t answer him immediately, knowing he’s right.
“I care about him too much,” with your mention of a him, Jungkook knows exactly who you are talking about. Jimin.
“I know,” he mumbles, unsure of how he should feel. On one hand, he despises Jimin—hates that he was the person you ran to betray him all those months ago. On the other, Jimin is in your band and has known you longer than Jungkook has… as long as Jungkook wanted you in his life—Park Jimin was going to be there too.
“You should fucking hate me,” you mumble curling into yourself further into the couch.
“And you should fucking hate me,” he responds with wit. You’re not looking at him anymore, but you can sense his raised eyebrows, lips tight in a straight line.
“I don’t,” you say honestly. It was the exact opposite. He knew that. You knew that—you weren’t even trying to lie to yourself anymore.
You look back over to Jungkook, who is looking down at your coffee table aimlessly. Pursing your lips, your push yourself up, crawling over to his frame. He watches you curiously as you throw a leg over his lap to straddle him. You now have the power as he stares up at you, studying your face intensely. You bring a hand up to his throat catching him off guard, raising a single eyebrow at you.
“I don’t hate you,” you say, “I hate how you’re good at everything. I hate how you always know what to say. I hate that you cheated on me. I hate how you make feel sometimes.”
Your fingers dig into his throat some but he doesn’t seem to mind as he takes your grilling. His stares at your neck, trying to keep his composure beneath you. His heart rate had picked up the second you flopped yourself on his lap. He wasn’t sure what your motive was, but he would give in to anything you wanted.
“And I hate how much I fucking love you,” you whisper this time, dropping your gaze along with your hand, noticing the redness against his skin. Before your hand reaches your lap—he grabs your wrist tightly, making your eyes flick back up to his. His chocolate eyes have darkened to a near black. He’s chewing on his bottom lip slowly before his other hand comes up, wrapping itself around your throat this time. You freeze on top of him with your breathing picking up heavily.
He brings your head to his, his forehead against yours, his nose brushing against your own. His fingers press into your throat, a small whine for air coming through your lips. You shift against him, trying to create some space between you two but he’s strong—and he’s not letting you go anywhere.
“Is it my turn now?” He breathes heavily against your mouth and you try your best to swallow easily, but with his grip it has become more difficult. You look at him confused, a small “hm?” emerging from your chest. “To tell you all about my hatred for you?” His voice is low, barely above a whisper at this moment.
He quirks an eyebrow at you. You’re surprised you’ve held on for this long, not giving into his motions. Chest to chest, breath to breath, you manage a hand on his chest, bundling some of his sweatshirt together. With all your strength, you push him back into the couch, his hand leaving your throat, your actions slightly startling him.
One hand pinning him against his chest, one by his head, “Be my fucking guest.”
It’s all he needs to do what you’ve been wanting him to do for weeks now. His grip tightens around your waist and ass, pulling you down to close the gap between the two of you. Of all the people you’ve kissed in your lifetime, his lips were your favorite by far. His lips—oh his soft lips that haven’t changed from when you first met him at 18. Sometimes they tend to be more chapped than others, but they’ve always molded against yours so heavenly.
Both of you are equally tugging and pulling against each other, holding each other close, mouths entangled with one another. His tongue melts into your mouth, his hands squeezing your ass to push you further into his own pelvis. A whine escapes from your mouth when you pull away to catch your breath. He doesn’t let you rest long, his hand coming back up to your throat to bring your mouths together once again. You two hadn’t kissed in weeks—the last being in his studio which wasn’t planned and didn’t end how you expected it. Ending your mutual toxic occasional fucking was needed, but ending your relationship with Jungkook was hard and right now—you’re not sure why you had made that decision.
A deep groan emits from his lips, “Here,” he pauses, holding your face steady in one hand, “Or your room?”
Knowing Lisa could walk in any minute, you decide on the latter. Once in your room, Jungkook takes no time in discarding your clothes piece by piece. He sucks and nips at all angles of your neck and collarbones as he shoves you against your door. He’s being rough, but you weren’t opposed to it. In fact, it just made your panties all the more damp between your legs.
His actions turn slightly smoother when his lips reach yours again. His kissing sweet and gentle, the built up pining for each other spewing out in passionate bursts of energy. Feeling handsy, you push his sweatshirt up with him finishing slipping it off himself. His eyes are dark as you both take a few moments to just stare at one another.
He licks his lips, pressing his forehead against yours. Again, he grabs you by the throat, forcing your eyes to met his. Desperate to feel them again, but he holds his lips back mere inches from yours.
“I hate how you always jump to conclusions,” he whispers deeply and you can’t help but fight the urge to smile some.
“Is that it?” You raise your brow in response, cheekily enough to where it clearly irks him on the surface. He kisses you again, this time a little more rough and you gladly swallow all of him. Feeling bold and knowing it’s nothing you haven’t done before, you reach down to his pants, caressing the outside of his clothed cock. It’s already plump and swelled when you feel it, but you only get a few strokes in before Jungkook’s hand is swatting you away.
In a sudden motion, he turns you around, pushing your chest up against your door. You turn your cheek against the cold surface as he presses his body close to yours. With you trapped against the door and between his strong body, a small pathetic whine comes from you when you feel his hardened cock pressing into your ass.
“I hate how you slept with Jimin behind my back,” he nips at the section of your neck that’s exposed to him, his voice sharp and punctual with his words. You try your best to push off the door, but he’s too strong.
He rolls his hips into your ass, “Jungkook,” you whimper as he continues to kiss at your sensitive skin all the way from your neck, down to your exposed collarbone, and slowly across your upper back. Your nipples are hard against the cold surface and it only makes you more restless. To get back at him some, after he presses himself into you once more, you push your ass back which earns you a small groan from him.
“Ah fuck,” he breathes heavily, “I missed you so much.”
He speaks honestly and you can’t help the quick and desperate nodding you give him.
“Me too.”
He’s quick to let up some pressure on your frame to which you take the opportunity to turn back around, your hands gripping at the sides of his face to bring him in for a deep kiss. It was so hard not to give yourself to this man. He had broken your heart more than once, but he was always there to piece it back together. He was your catharsis and you weren’t sure if anyone else could fill the void that desperately needed to be filled.
“I hate how I can’t keep myself from you,” he breaks the kiss, taking you by your forearms, pulling you along until you are perched on his lap on the edge of your bed. Your room is chilly but with your naked chests pressed up against each other, his body was warm and comfortable. He was like your own personal strain of heroin—addicting and warm, getting you so high that you didn’t need anything else.
“Anything else?” You quirk your lips looking down at his beautiful face and hair that you’ve tousled in the process of making out.
He licks his lips slowly, his eyes weak and hazy. He’s obviously tired, coming down from the high hitting hard, but with you keeping himself hard, it was something he could push past.
“Baby I have a whole list,” he smirks, his hands rubbing calming circles on your skin. You push yourself harder onto his lap, wretchedly trying to feel his length. He moves slightly, pressing himself up into you sending chill bumps down your spine. You roll again, which sends him tilting his head back.
“Shit, stop that Y/N.”
You act like you don’t hear his remark, rolling your hips against him again. A shutter escapes your mouth when his hard cock brushes against your clothed clitoris. You needed more—you hated the space between you two. You needed his hands, his mouth, his pink tip—whatever to just to be close to your opening. He tries to hold you in place so you can’t move anymore, but he’s falling weak as you continue to grind down on him.
You are too occupied to notice how tight his grip has gotten on you, his heavy breathing dark and languid. You squeal when you are suddenly flipped over, Jungkook’s thick body pinning you down to your mattress.
“I said fucking stop,” he groans into your neck as he begins his journey to pull down your silky sleep shorts. To his surprise, you’re not wearing any underwear and the sight makes him lick his lips, biting the flesh every so slightly.
“I hate how you don’t fucking listen,” he pushes into the meat of your thighs, his large hands spreading you apart. Your back involuntarily arches the closer he gets to your dripping center. He hasn’t even touched you yet you could take him so well. All it takes is one lick, two kitten licks of his tongue before a sigh comes out of you.
Jungkook loves the way you taste. Anytime he eats you out, he treats it like it’s his last—afraid that his personal skittle, so sweet and delicate in the middle would recede far away. His mouth opens and closes in different motions, some slow and wide, other fast and close together. You grip his hair harshly, pushing his face down into your hole deeper, his nose brushing against your sensitive bud every once in a while.
You’re squirming at this point, your chest rising unevenly and Jungkook can tell your close. Your small whines make it hard for him to stay quiet, he himself mulling into your wet pussy. His hips buck into your mattress trying to find some pressure relief for himself.
“Fuck Jungkook,” your voice is louder than you were expecting, his tongue taking your breath away, “I’m gonna c-come,” you warn.
His eyes are dark as they look up at you, his tongue focusing on your sensitive bud to send you over the edge. Your hips begin to rise, your mouth falling open and eyes closing shut as he almost sends you off the cliff. With a few more licks to go to send you to a high you need to go, all of his movements stop. Your eyes fly open, down to the spot in between your legs, dumbfounded at his actions.
“What the f—“
“Baby’s been so mean,” he crawls back up to you, his sweatpants now hanging lower than ever, his happy trail out leading to your happy place. “I don’t think she deserves to come yet,” the way he slightly degrades you in 3rd person sends you in a spiral.
“Yes, yes, yes she does Kook, please,” you hold his face gently as you chase a kiss. He obliges, letting you taste yourself from him. He manages to shimmy out of the rest of his pants, revealing he’s not wearing any underwear either, his tip grazing across your entrance just waiting to be sucked in.
He smirks against you as he pulls away, allowing you to look at his sculpted body in all its glory. His chest is broad, his abdominals carved to perfection, his v line going right where you need him most. He cock is such a good size, just the right length and girth. His thick thighs are halfway straddling you as he reaches over into your nightstand to pull out a condom. You watch him skillfully rip open the package and put it on in less than 15 seconds, beyond ready to have your pussy stretched out.
He rubs your entrance with his tip, holding himself up with one arm by your head. Neither of you are looking at each other, too enthralled with the way he puts his juicy pink tip in, only to pull it out after some shallow thrusts.
You’re about to push your hips to hurry the process but before you can, you’re suddenly flipped over, ass in the air and your back pushed down into your mattress.
“Oh fuck!—“ your breath is taken away as Jungkook quickly finds his way into your tight walls, a deep groan emitting from him.
“Oh god—shit,” he breathes, shoving himself as deep as he can go, one hand keeping your back down against the sheets. You feel tears stinging your eyes as he stretches you full, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you.
“Jungkook please move—”
“Fuck baby you’re so tight though… always so fucking tight just for me right?”
You mewl, head nodding in your sheets, “Yes yes, only for you baby—please move Jungkook,” you’re begging with tears, your pussy throbbing against his length.
Jungkook shifts slightly to a more comfortable position, one hand gripping your waist to hold you against him tightly, the other falling against your neck to keep your torso down. Hesitantly, he pulls out some, jerking his hips right back into the deepest parts of your insides. You swear you feel him pressing into your gut and it leaves you breathless.
“I hate,” he pulls out again a little more, “How fucking,” he slams his hips back, “Needy you always were,” he groans as he begins a steady pace in and out of you. Your moans are becoming louder and louder as he snap of his hips are harder than the last. His words go completely over your head, too intoxicated by his thick cock moving against your walls.
“Oh fuck,” you are face down into your pillows at this point, headboard clanking against the wall. He watches your small frame keeping heavy tempo, watching his dick move in and out of your slick center. It’s obscene, sending his head backwards as he tries to catch his breath.
“Shit baby,” he breathes out heavily, “Look at me,” he commands.
You do your best, turning your head on your cheek, your eyes meeting his swiftly. It’s hard to hold his gaze in this position with your head buried in your pillow, but you manage. Jungkook leans forward on one hand, his chest grazing your back, his lips hovering above your right ear.
“Jungkook,” you say, hardly able to breath under his weight as he keeps his hips snapping deep within your walls. He stops momentarily, slowing down to watch your face contort as he hits the spot in you that you desperately needed relief to.
“Pretty girl,” he kisses the exposed skin on your shoulder with an open mouth, “My pretty girl… does she wanna come?”
You nod quickly into the sheets, unable to hold his gaze as he reaches under you to circle your clit. You jerk in his hold, still sensitive from moments ago, even more so when he suddenly bites down on your skin harshly.
“Ah!” Your half-scream is muffled as he continues his contradicting motions of fast hips yet steady pace of his thumb on your clitoris. He’s always been your best and it never takes long when he’s fucking you. You turn your head once again for some air, pushing yourself up on your elbows as best as you can, knowing your glorious orgasm is fast approaching.
“Jungkook—fuck I’m gonna, come,” your breathy moans makes Jungkook’s cock impossibly harder inside you. There was no way he was going to last long at this point. He wanted to make you feel good and fall apart over him—he fucking lived for it.
You fall apart in his grip, your body losing tension as you fall back into your pillows. You’re clenching around his dick in random spurts, Jungkook’s own moans becoming deep and short, as if he’s trying to hold them in. He only continues to pound into you from behind a few more strokes as he lets you ride out your orgasm. You’re squirming underneath him as its becoming all too sensitive, but you know it could easily turn into another one soon if you pushed through.
Abruptly, he pulls completely out of you. You push yourself back up, looking over your shoulder—“Jungkook?—“
You’re cut off when he grabs you, hands around your waist and tummy, flipping you around so you’re now completely on your back. He loved throwing you around like a rag dog and you obviously let him. In public, you were always the one wearing the pants in your relationship—in the bedroom though, it was completely opposite. You figured that out all those years ago when you first got with him.
The two of you make eye contact at the same time, making your nipples pebble from a chill. The atmosphere shifts in your small room. The tension is dense and you’re unsure of his next move. He runs his tongue inside his mouth, before biting his lip in contemplation. You’ve now fully recovered from your orgasm, your legs already spread for him to come back, but he keeps his gaze locked on yours.
“Scoot back,” he commands softly. You do exactly as you are told, scooting on your elbows, your head falling back on the plush pillow. His face his blushed a soft pink as he quickly follows, positioning himself between your legs comfortably.
He grabs his still harden cock with his tattooed hand, lining it back up with you. You push your hips up and out to ease him in slowly. A gasp escapes both your lips as he slides in inch my inch, his forehead descending against your own.
“Fuck,” he closes his eyes tightly, sucking his bottom lip in as he starts to move in painfully slow thrusts. Nonetheless, he’s still hitting you hard and deep enough for you to keen into him, profanities and moans tumbling out every few seconds.
Your insides are hot and slick and Jungkook feels himself edging closer and closer to his own orgasm. Between the sounds coming from both pairs of your lips, he cannot help himself become overwhelmed in your presence. He knows it’s you—it’s always been you. No one would ever compare to how you make him feel. He doesn’t know why he fucked another girl when he had you waiting at home—arguing or not. He shuts his eyes tightly as a particularly loud moan emits from your mouth, trying to shut out his thoughts too in the process.
He maneuvers your left leg up around his waist so he can feel the deepest parts of your insides.
You’ve now built up a sweat, Jungkook too as both of you focus on pleasuring each other for as long as possible. Above you, Jungkook looks like an angel as he drops to his elbows, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around him to pull him closer as he pace against you picks back up. He’s close—his heavy, uneven breathing in your ear being the indicator. You weren’t sure if you were going to come again, but honestly you didn’t mind. All you cared about was helping Jungkook get there, wanting him to come deep inside of you, pushing his come in and out of you as he rides out his high. The thought makes you even wetter, your pussy pulsing around him as his breaths continue to shorten.
Your train of thought is broken when you suddenly feel a wetness appear—dropping—onto the bare skin of your shoulder. You hear a muffled whine coming from Jungkook and you nudge him slightly, one of your hands flying down to his hip to stop his motions.
“Jungkook?” You whisper… was he crying? He fights against your palm as he tries to continue his pace, his face still buried beside yours. “Guk—baby—“
“Fucking stop—“ he groans almost angrily as he pushes himself up to look down at you. You were right—his eyes were stained with tears, pink and slightly swollen around the edges.
“Jungkook,” you push yourself up on your elbows, his hard cock still inside you as he stills his motions, “What’s wrong? Baby, what’s wrong?” You grab onto his face gently, bringing him back down with you.
He doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze down at your chest. He shakes his head slightly, a tear dropping down on your skin.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he starts to thrust in and out of you again. Your hands relax against his face as pleasure again seeps through your veins. “Fuck—Y/N—“ he pauses, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry—“
His forehead falls against yours, finally looking you in the eyes. He’s fighting a battle in his head and you’re confused at his words until he speaks again.
“I’m so sorry,” he manages as his orgasm is just right there on the horizon, “For ever—everything,” he says, his voice trailing off and breathy.
“Jungkook come inside—please,” you beg, holding him close, your lips grazing his as he thrusts upward each time, “Come on baby, please come for me, it’s okay—“
“Ah—ah!” he stutters as he finally finds his sweet release, shoving his hips as far up as you’ll let him. You push your hips out to help him ride out his high, the sounds from his mouth sending you squirming beneath him looking for another release.
“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out as he sits up, about to pull out but you grab his wrist before he can.
“Keep it in me, please,” you beg from the tip of your tongue and he nods eagerly. Both of you watch as his penis pushes back inside you. His tip catches over your clit and you jerk beneath him. He does it against experimentally and when a moan falls from your lips. It only takes a minute or two before you come again from his rubbing and despite Jungkook’s oversensitivity—he does it for you. He wants to please you and only you.
Exhausted, Jungkook falls halfway against your frame; one leg and an arm thrown around you, the other half of his body lay flat beside you, his face down in your pillow. You too are now tired, the mattress beneath you calling you in for a nap but with Jungkook right here, you disobey.
“Jungkook,” you nails scratch against his dark purple hair. He keens into your touch, but doesn’t say anything. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head again but this time open his eyes to meet yours. You can only imagine how you look from this angle having to scrunch your neck to properly look down at him. He doesn’t care though, only seeing you for what you are; beautiful and like no one else he’s ever met.
You think he’s about to tear up again as his bottom lip quivers ever so slightly. Jungkook’s about to push himself away from you too embarrassed to look at you, but when you pull him impossibly closer to settle between your legs again, he feels himself calm down some. It still doesn’t change the heavy heart in his chest as he looks down at you. You lean up, indicating what you what and he obliges, kissing you gently.
Your mouths move slowly and synchronously. His weight falls back on you as your head pushes down in your plush pillow, one of his hands caressing your face gently as he fights to pull away.
“I’m sorry for everything,” he barely whispers breaking your kiss to speak. He kisses you again and you hold onto the wrist of that hand that’s caressing your face.
“Jungkook—“
“We had it so good,” his voice breaks off, “And I had to fucking ruin it.”
You furrow your eyebrows, a heavy feeling replacing the lightheartedness that was remnant from your orgasms.
“Jungkook, no,” you shake your head slightly. You were somewhat lying to make him feel better—but you also ruined it too. You could tell he was fighting himself internally about the situation. For months both of you had been fighting yourselves for different things but your relationship was a common denominator.
“I loved you so much,” he sighs out heavily, “I still love you—I don’t know why I did what I did,” he shakes his head angrily at himself, “I wanted everything with you—our dreams, a family—“ he stops himself abruptly.
While he’s not outwardly saying exactly what he did—you know exactly what he is referring to. The painful memories dig a hole in your chest, the shovel piercing your lungs with each blow. The two of you talked for so long about making it big together—eloping off whenever the time was right down the line—having babies—it was what you longed for. You feel your own tears begin to prick in the corners of you eyes, your lip quivering as you inhale a deep breath.
Jungkook is quick to notice, holding onto the left side of your face gently as you bring your two hands up to hold his face close to yours.
“Fuck,” you finally let out some of your anguish, tears rolling down the side of your cheek and on the pillow.
“There isn’t a day that goes go by where I regret everything,” he speaks again, wiping tears with his thumb. “I think about you every second, of every day, and I blame myself for how much I hurt you—“
“Guk stop,” you interrupt him, meeting his intense gaze. His weight was heavy on top of you but nothing was heavier than your heart was feeling. “Please stop blaming yourself—“
“How can I not Y/N?” His tone changes to a slightly defensive one, rolling off your body in the process leaving you a lot colder than before. He lays on his back beside you, staring up at the ceiling as he lets out a deep sigh to control anymore tears from flowing, “If I hadn’t of cheated on you—we wouldn’t be here doing this. Fighting and fucking, pretending to be just friends—“
“Jungkook stop,” you reinforce this time, setting yourself up on an elbow to gaze down at him, “Please stop this, I fucked up just as bad as you and I regret it every fucking day,” you pause again as a sob escapes your lips. Jungkook gaze softens when he sees how broken you are, pulling your body over to his, head resting on his chest.
He lets you quietly cry into his bare chest, his own pit growing deeper than ever in his chest. He’s not sure now is the right time to say what he wants to say, but at this point, he doesn’t care.
“I’m sick of this Y/N,” he says in a whisper, caressing the hair behind your head as you nuzzle into him, your whole body freezing from his words. What’s he going to say? You let out a noise that his representative of a hm before he continues.
“Baby I love you so much,” he forces you to look at him, holding your head in place. Thankfully you had stopped crying, only looking a little tired now. “I will never stop loving you despite everything,” he pauses, “I mean this from my fucking soul Y/N—please, please, can we just stop this and do it for real…”
Your breath halts in the back of your throat as you let out a small gasp. Your mouth goes dry, hands clammy against his bare chest as you push yourself up slowly. A look of panic strikes across his features as he thinks you’re getting up to leave—to run away from him—all over again. His face relaxes when you stay perched on his torso, legs straddling either side of his muscular body, the smallest smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Jungkook…” you finally speak after a couple moments of silence, his thumbs rubbing at the skin where your hip folds in your position. “I don’t—“ you pause, unsure of what to say. You don’t what?
“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it Y/N,” his tone is patient, as if he’s walking on eggshells to test the waters in your response.
You let out a deep breath, your eyes wandering around your room aimlessly. Subconsciously your nails are grazing his chest as you ponder. He’s right once a-fucking-gain; you had thought about it. Nearly everyday since you two broke up. You thought about it when you were sucking another guys cock. You thought about it when another guy was balls deep inside of you. You dreamed about it on a nightly basis. Being with Jungkook was the happiest times of your life thus far. You betrayed each other though—in the worst ways possible—and you were afraid that guilt would never go away and the trust would never come back. It’s why you have had to keep him at an arms length, only using him when you liked—because he had proved you wrong in every scenario since. You wanted your thoughts about Jungkook to be negative—to keep you in that place so you wouldn’t seem like the girl who crawled back to her cheating ex. However, as each day passes on without Jungkook in your life in the way you know he’s supposed to be—you couldn’t care less if you looked that to way to other people.
“Baby say something,” he interrupts your thoughts, snapping you back down to reality. Your eyes meet his chocolate ones; so big and full of life. Jungkook pushes himself up, maneuvering to fully sit up as he continues to hold onto you closely. Your noses brush against each other as he grabs the side of your neck tenderly. You needed Jungkook in more ways than one—but first and foremost, you needed time.
“I love you too Jungkook,” you nod, your words true to your heart, “But—“ Jungkook tenses up beneath you, “I need to think about it… with everything going on, I just need to figure my shit out.”
It’s not the answer Jungkook was hoping for. He stares at you, somewhat lifeless, his heart crushing in his chest. Of course he understands where you’re coming from—after all he was the one to originally pull away those weeks ago in his practice studio. He’s always been a little selfish—a lot fucking selfish—too greedy for his own fucking good. His greed is what lead him to make idiotic choices that turned into lifetime regrets, but this time—he wasn’t going to let greed get the best of him.
“Okay.”
You were expecting him to fight you, but his answer makes you so content you almost regret not jumping all over him again—making him yours again. You restrain though, knowing that he’s respecting your decision to which you are thankful for. If this was going to be on your time, you knew what you needed to do. You were scared that he wouldn’t wait for you forever, but the way he holds you close despite everything—tells you otherwise.
Neither one of you say anything else—unsure of what to say or how to say anything else at this point. It was clear—the two of you wanted to work it out and get back together and you weren’t going to take advantage of him anymore.
It wasn’t long after when you found yourself showering the mess you made off of each other. The innocence didn’t last long when he ends up making you come one more time around his cock, convulsing until he does the same. He makes sure to dry you off gently, skin still sensitive from his touches. He nuzzles into your neck, wrapping his strong arms around your towel covered front.
“Goddamit, Jungkook.”
“What?” He asks, eyes wide and scared he’s done something wrong.
“Your hair,” you can’t help but laugh as you watch the purple hair dye droplets fall onto your collarbone and down to the white fluffy towel wrapped around you.
He chuckles with you, muttering a sorry before grabbing another towel himself to dry his hair. You roll your eyes at his actions, knowing that you were definitely going to have to bleach the fabric a couple times to remove the purple haze. You watch him with domestic eyes, his muscles contracting and relaxing as he moves around your tiny bathroom. This was too real to keep putting up a wall. You couldn’t crack right now though—tonight was the most important night of your life.
The two of you make it back to your room and Jungkook quickly gets dressed in the clothes he came here in. You follow suit, slipping into another pair of shorts and a sweatshirt for the time being. Unable to control yourself, you saunter over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He returns your hug quickly, resting his head on your own.
“I’m sorry Jungkook,” you mutter into his chest, “I’ve been so horrible to you—“
“Don’t say that,” he replies and he feel him shaking his head, “I forgive you Y/N… I’m ready to move forward whenever you are.”
You smile into his chest, butterflies piling up into your stomach. You’re about to respond but your moments of warmth and bliss are interrupted when you hear the front of your apartment door open. You know immediately that it’s Lisa but your stomach drops when you hear two other voices behind her. Jimin and Hoseok.
“I should go,” Jungkook murmurs as he pulls away from you. You only give him a nod, preparing yourself for the worst as soon as you two walk out of your room.
Your three bandmates are chattering aimlessly around the small dining room table until you appear with Jungkook trailing right behind you.
“Oh Jesus,” Lisa mutters when she sees the sight. Given yours and Jungkook’s wet hair, the three of them have to know exactly what just went down between you him. Fuck.
“H-hey,” you greet your band with a grimace, turning over your shoulder to look up at Jungkook’s pretty face, “I’ll see you later.”
He’s not looking at you as he nods, his gaze focused on the three sets of eyes at stare at you and him. He finds his way out of your apartment, leaving you standing alone a few feet away from your band. You hang your head low, shuffling your feet against the floor to sit down with them at your 4-person table.
“Hey,” Hobi is the first one to speak after the painful silence, “We picked up Lisa this morning and wanted to check in on you after last night.”
“I think she’s doing just fine,” Lisa remarks snarlingly, crossing her arms over her chest as she sits back further into the seat.
“Lisa,” Jimin speaks this time as you roll your eyes.
“What?! You want to make a fucking a scene last night only to turn around and fuck the very guy you were mad at?”
“Fuck you Lisa,” you spit angrily knowing she doesn’t even know the full story. You understand where Jungkook’s temperament came from about you jumping to conclusions.
“Stop it—both of you,” Hobi chimes back in with annoyance lacing his tone, “We shouldn’t be fighting on days like today.”
“Well when the leader of our fucking band doesn’t act like a leader anymore, it’s fucking exhausting,” she glances your way and you shift in your seat uncomfortably. Your leg bounces up and down uncontrollably.
“Jesus fuck did you—“
“No—Lisa’s right guys,” you sigh deeply, “I haven’t been myself the past couple months and I realized that I’ve taken out my anger on the people I care about the most.”
“Y/N,” Jimin says softly; gentle and kind, “But you with your dad and—“
“I can’t keep using that an excuse to hurt everyone around me, I’m even hurting myself by not taking any steps forward,” you finally have the courage to look up from your picked cuticles. You really should paint your nails before tonight. “I’m sorry I haven’t completely been here and I’m sorry for keeping secrets from you guys about helping Jungkook and his band.”
Jimin hangs his head low, a hand running through his hair as he contemplates what to say.
“I didn’t want you guys to be upset with me—“
“Lisa already told us Y/N,” Hobi says and you quickly give her a glare that resembles a ‘really?’.
“There was no point in trying to hide it,” she shrugs her shoulders aimlessly. You breathe in deeply, knowing she’s right. Who were you kidding? There was no point in hiding it. Jungkook was right, Lisa was right—everyone would find out eventually.
“I know,” you mutter, “I just—I didn’t want you guys to be upset with me. I’ve already been absent enough, I didn’t want it to seem like I was abandoning you.”
“I think I—we,” Jimin corrects himself, though you know he actually is referring to himself, “We were just more upset that you didn’t tell us. Yeah it sucks we gotta share you but it’s fine… really Y/N,” he continues and you can’t help but send him a small smile.
“You guys always come first, you know that right?” You reassure. Your dad always instilled in you—once you start something, you finish it. And Violet had a long way to go—quitting wasn’t an option for you.
“Hell yeah,” Hobi smiles, bumping your knee from under the table, “We wouldn’t be here without you babe.”
“Exactly,” Jimin smiles and he grabs your hand, squeezing it momentarily, “Hobi and I are gonna head out but we’ll see you guys later? We’re meeting around five, right?”
The four of you stand up and Hobi comes over to you, sweeping you up in a big hug. All the worries in the pit of your stomach suddenly go away as the room feels 10 times lighter than before. You don’t know why you were always so anxious about everything. You suppose you get it from your dad—always worried about what’s next or what’s going to happen or what will people think of me? At the end of the day, with these people around you who care about you so deeply—you have realized everything will be all right.
“We’re gonna kick Whailen ass tonight,” Jimin says to you, giving you a hug too before he leaves with Hoseok, “Mess up a couple chords if you’re feeling ballsy,” he gives you a wink and you can’t help but laugh at his statement. The thought had crossed your mind during practices with them—but you know in your heart you couldn’t do that to Jungkook, especially Yoongi—he would have you by the throat.
After your drummer and lead guitarist leave, the lighter atmosphere seems to have dissipated when you realize one thing. Lisa had barely spoken to you since she walked in. The way she walks past you and back into her room across the apartment says she’s clearly still upset with you.
“Lisa wait,” you call out, following her footsteps closely. She doesn’t answer you as she roams around her room, gathering what seems to be clothes and underwear to change into. “Are you really still mad at me?”
She drops what she is doing, crossing her arms with a huff, “I’m not mad at you Y/N, I’m just—“ she pauses running a hand through her dark hair, “You know you’re my best fucking friend. I don’t want you and Jungkook to keep crawling back to each other the way you are. It’s toxic and it’s hurting both of you.”
Your posture falls as you mimic her actions, your arms folding across your boobs, “I know,” you nod, “We talked about it this morning—“
“I think you two did more than talk,” she interjects.
You hide a smile, “Regardless—we agreed to work on our communication and move past whatever this is,” you wave your hand aimlessly, “He said he wants to try again.”
She tilts her head, “As in… like get back together?” She asks, a nod coming from your shortly after, “Well what did you say?”
“I said I needed time to think about it,” you shrug.
“Do you actually?”
Her question is somewhat loaded. The look in her big eyes tells you everything she’s thinking. She’s the one person you know—aside from family—who can read you like an open book.
“I don’t know,” you whine, “I just wanna get through tonight and then think about my fucked up love life okay?”
“I won’t argue with you on that,” she tsks,” Whatever is going to make you happy, I’m going to be happy for you. If that’s Jungkook then fine—it’s not my business… just learn from the past okay?”
You nod stepping forward some with your arms outreached. She returns your hug forcefully but lovingly. She’s been there for you since the beginning—it was time you trusted her fully.
“Alright, I gotta shower,” she breaks the hug.
“So you’re not mad at me?” You ask her with big eyes as she gathers her things up.
“No,” she smiles, taking a piece of your now damp-almost dried hair in her fingers, “You showered with Jungkook didn’t you?”
You feel heat rising to your cheeks, a short laugh emitting from you. You swat her hand away, “So what if I did?”
She narrows her eyes at you, slapping your thigh with the underwear in her other hand, “Because I would like to know if I might be stepping on Jungkook’s kids or not.”
You let out a cackle, making sure to flip her off on your way back to your room.
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You were more nervous than usual. You had barely eaten anything all day, using coffee to suppress your appetite this in turn making you more jittery than normal. Your hands were clammy and your stomach was in knots. There was a lump in your throat and a weight in your chest as heavy as stone. You had probably changed outfits six times. You settled on something different from your usual affair with slips and converse opting for straight legged leather pants that laced up your hips and a cropped tank. Your lips were still painted your signature red, hair a little messy from anxiously running your hands over it so many times.
Violet was scheduled to be the 5th band to go on once the competition started. Whalien 52 was going to be the 8th, giving you a bit of a break before you had to step back out on stage. Each band was given 3 songs to present so you had exactly 6 to perform. Keeping the songs separate in your mind was easy, but actually going out to play the different chords was going to be more difficult. You realized that’s where most of your nerves was coming from—not from your band, but Whailen. You wanted to win, knowing Violet was the best band here, but you also couldn’t fuck up while playing with Whailen. They deserved their chance as much as you.
“Y/N?” Jimin asks, nudging your from your thoughts. In your heels you don’t have to look up at him, looking him directly in the eyes, “You okay?” He knew you were off the moment him and Hobi met up with you and Lisa.
“Just nervous is all,” you dismiss, “A little nauseous but it’ll fade.”
He nods once, throwing an arm around you to pull you closer to him. Currently you and him had wandered off away from your “dressing room” so to speak to check out the venue one last time before the show was to begin.
“I am too,” he says with a short laugh. You only give him a glance knowing that’s a shocker. Jimin was the one in your band who always held it together the best. Looking out at the masses of people gathering at the venue though, it was understandable. The competition was being held at an outside pavilion despite the chilliness being that it was the middle of fall now. You didn’t ask specifically how many people would be here, personally not wanting to know for your own sake, but you had heard close to 4,000. It would be the biggest show you’ve played in your career thus far.
Backstage was hectic with many sound technicians, electrical engineers, other people from bands checking out the audience filing in, and people from Geffen Records sauntering around frantically making sure everything was ready to go. You and Jimin decide on going back to your dressing room, not wanting to be in the way of everyone trying to do their job.
You walk back into the dressing room to find Lisa tweezing Hobi’s eyebrows which you take no surprise to. The sight amuses you, briefly making your forget about the task at hand.
“Lisa I swear to God if—“
“I’m not fucking up your pretty face Hobi I promise,” she remarks as he lets out a yelp of pain.
“When do we go on again?” He asks to no one in particular.
“Fifth,” you answer monotonously going over to your guitar case. You open it up, relaxing once you see the lavender Fender. You briefly considered choosing to play one of your dad’s guitars, but you knew that he would have wanted you to play the one you were most comfortable with.
“Do you guys wanna go—ouch!” Hobi jerks away from Lisa as she giggles, finally leaving his poor face alone, “Watch the others before we go on?” He finishes.
“Sure—“
“No—“
You and Jimin answer simultaneously, yours being the latter. You look over at Lisa who only shrugs, muttering she didn’t care or not.
“How about Hobi and I go watch the first couple and then we’ll come back and get you two? Maybe you should eat something Y/N… warm up your voice and stuff?” Jimin offers graciously.
“Okay, that’s fine,” you give them a small smile as they leave the dressing room, leaving you alone with Lisa. While Jimin’s words were kind, you definitely weren’t going to stomach any food right now that was for sure.
“Have you talked to Jungkook since earlier?”
“No,” you sink down into the small couch, slipping off your shoes for the time being. You meant your words—you had tunnel vision on the competition. Jungkook could wait. You feel around for your phone under your thighs when you feel it buzzing.
“Listen Y/N if it’s going to be too much to play with them, you know you don’t have to,” she offers as she sits down beside you, tucking her legs underneath her.
You give her a short glare, “It’s fine Lisa… I wouldn’t back out on them now.”
You open your phone after you have messages from a few people and a couple missed calls. The calls would have to wait to be returned. But the messages that catch your eye the most are from Jungkook and your mother.
You only faintly read Jungkook’s noticing a red heart at the end of his, focusing on the one from your mother.
[Mom 5:37 PM] Good luck tonight sweetie. Your dad would be so proud of you. I’m sorry I can’t be there, but we both will be in spirit.
You heart leaps. Your mom was not one to approve of your music endeavors as much as your father, so while the message isn’t much; it’s something.
“We got this Y/N,” Lisa grabs your knee, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You grab her hand tightly, knowing she’s been on this journey with you the longest. You know she’s just as nervous as you are the way her hand slightly shakes in yours. We got this.
Down the hall in another dressing room, sits Whailen 52 gathered together in silence. Taehyung was sat on his phone trying to distract himself with a game. Yoongi was relaxed on the couch, stretched out nonchalantly—probably the least nervous of everyone here. Jin was plucking his bass at random, making sure it was in perfect tune. Namjoon was there too; sat at a stool drumming with one stick in hand. Jungkook was sat on the opposite end of Yoongi, foot tapping up and down nervously. He was going between biting his nails and picking at the callouses on his hands. He felt sick. If he ever thought he was nervous before this show—those previous were nothing.
He glances at his phone. 5:57 PM. The first band is about to start after short introductions. Everyone could hear the crowd all the way back down these hallways. He hadn’t dared to wander around to see how many people were actually here. He refused to sike himself out before he even sat down behind the drum kit. Fuck, he thinks, he really wishes he was playing guitar tonight. He would feel a lot more confident than he does right now.
“Y/N and her band are going fifth,” Yoongi says aloud breaking the silence, “We should support her and go watch them…”
Jungkook looks around the room, big eyes waiting for someone else to respond. Namjoon speaks first; “Why?” He remarks.
“Did you seriously just ask that?” Yoongi mutters pinching in between his eyebrows, “He never fucking learns…” he says in a half whisper but Jungkook hears him clearly. “She texted me, she said she’d like us there.”
This—gets Jungkook’s attention. You were texting Yoongi? But not texting him? He pulls out his phone, immediately going straight to his messages with you. Did he overstep with you? Did he finally scare you away?
[Jungkook 4:13 PM] thank you for this morning. good luck tonight. i’ll see you later. ❤️
He shakes his head trying to not let him get to tied up in his intrusive thoughts. It was fine. If he was nervous, he couldn’t imagine how you were feeling. He would see you soon anyway. It was fine.
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You were standing in the wings of the amphitheater, nerves coursing through your body like heroin convulsing through your veins. It was loud—too loud. The crowd was deafening. The fourth band finished their set to great applause and cheers. Perhaps you had underestimated just how good everyone here was. Lisa, Jimin, and Hobi were all feeling the same. Hobi stood behind you, drum sticks in hand jumping in place to ease some of his energy. Lisa was to your left, Jimin to your right looking out over the crowd.
“Fuck,” Jimin marvels, turning towards you, “You guys good?”
Hobi approaches the three of you, all of them looking to you to say something.
You let out a deep breath, “Yeah,” you pause, “We’re good at what we do, we can do this. My dad always told me if you can dream it, you can do it.”
The four of you give each other one last tight hug before the host says;
“And the next band of the night comes right here out of the city, female-led and impressive as hell—Violet!”
The next few moments are a blur. You are strapping up your guitar and plugging it into the amp cord, walking out onto the biggest stage you’ve ever set foot on, stage lights blinding you for a moment you almost miss how many people are here. Your vision then focuses and your stomach drops once again. The pavilion is huge and in the time you first scoped it out—the crowd had doubled. Everyone is already cheering for you which makes you smile a bit.
You look over to your right, Lisa marveling at the crowd. To your left, Jimin isn’t looking at the crowd, but giving you a reassuring smile. You glance back over your shoulder, Hobi beaming a bright smile to the crowd as he tweaks with the drum set for his liking. Back in the wings, a sound technician gives you a thumbs up whenever for whenever you’re ready.
You turn to your microphone, letting out a deep breath to steady your heart rate. You bite your lip nervously and before you even realize it, you’re speaking and addressing the biggest crowd you’ve step in front of.
“Good evening,” you break a smile, “We’re Violet… I want to dedicate our set to my dad who I know is looking over me right now,” this returns even more applause. The majority of the people must know who you are, or at least who your father is as some in the crowd send you waves of “rock on” hand signs. It calms you a bit and you hope your dad can feel the love.
“Ready guys?” You turn back to your band and they all nod, just waiting on your cue. Hobi counts the four of you in and you begin to strum your guitar. It’s such a simple melody and it’s slower than what the crowd had been used to—but symbolic for you in more ways than one.
“Every time that I sell myself to you… I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to,” you pause for a breath, “I will tear petals off of you, rose red I will make you tell the truth.”
As you sing, you realize that your nervousness is finally subsiding, turning into bubbling adrenaline.
“Was she asking for it? Was she asking nice? Was she asking for it? Did she ask you twice?”
While the crowd isn’t moshing or necessarily jumping up and down with excitement—it’s exactly why you chose this as the opener. You knew it would be different and would make you stand out. It was a risk for sure, but you hoped that it would pay off.
“And if you live through this with me I swear that I will die for you, and if you live through this with me I swear that I will die for you—“
The song picks up and so does your voice—
“Was she asking for it? Was she asking nice? Yeah she was asking for it… did she ask you twi-ice—“
The song finishes after a few more moments of strings and Violet is met with huge applause by the crowd. You give out a smile, looking over to Jimin who gives you a wink. Fuck, this felt good. You could get used to this.
With two more songs to go—you suddenly felt on top of the world. A Violet rendition of Umbrella by Rihanna is what you play next. The crowd appreciates some more upbeat music coming their way and your fingers strum your chords naturally. One thing is for sure—you were made to do this. With your final song starting, you were sad that you couldn’t stay on longer to showcase everything Violet had to offer.
The final song was an important one that took your band a few days to figure out what you wanted to play. You had debated playing an original, but you knew that it would showcase was Violet could bring as band.
You had started writing the song a couple months after yours and Jungkook's breakup but only finishing it recently with your life turn of events. The melody and chords were simple despite the heavy lyrics you came up with at 4 AM one night.
"Why do all of the monsters come out at night? Why do we sleep where want to hide? Why do I run back to you like I don't mind if you fuck up my life."
The crowd seems to instantly enjoy it. The song brings you back to those nights with Jungkook that always ended painfully. You feel as if the two of you had come so far since then which made it a little easier to sing now.
"Tell me pretty lies, look me in my face, tell me that you love me even if it's fake..."
"Dead, thinking about you you're in my head; even without you I still feel dead. Why do I run back to you like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?"
"Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?"
The songs ends with Hobi clashing against the drums and you feel a weight leave your shoulders. You open your eyes, blinded by the lights again before a smile spreads across your face.
Loud cheers and applause errupts, sending chills down your spine. Your whole band thanks everyone before you exit, the four of you holding hands to bow before you leave the stage. You were sweaty, shaking, and high on excitement. When the four of you exit the stage, you have barely gotten your guitar off when Jimin is scooping you up from behind, Lisa jumping into Hobi’s arms. All of you guys are squealing, out of breath, excited, uneasy—every emotion in the book. You think you might cry when you give thought to your dad being here with you. He would have loved to see you do this.
“That was fucking crazy!” Hobi yells with ecstasy, “Fuck Y/N they loved you holy shit, I haven’t drummed like that in years! Jesus Christ!” He’s talking out of his ass at the moment but you don’t blame him. You on the other hand are mute, unable to process what just happened. Everything went to plan—you sounded so smooth and tight. It was fucking perfect.
Once you get back to your dressing room, you immediately take off your heels to aid your throbbing feet, throwing yourself down on the couch. You weren’t too sweaty, the chill of the evening keeping you at bay, but you still felt hot, sticky, and a bit shaky. Your three other members were continuing to chatter in their excitement but you really had nothing else to say. You knew you did as best as you could hitting every note and chord timely. There was nothing you couldn’t change and you refused to dwell on it, especially when it dawns that you have to go back out and play again soon.
You feel around again for your phone that you had left in room, finding it on the floor charging next to you. You pick it up quickly, realizing you have a new slew of text messages from friends and peers who must be out in the crowd somewhere congratulating you and your band. You make a mental note to answer them later when your mind wasn’t on other things. A new text from Jungkook also catches your eye. You hadn’t texted him back from earlier yet so you tap on his section, reading over it promptly.
[Jungkook 4:13 PM] thank you for this morning. good luck tonight. i’ll see you later. ❤️
[Jungkook 8:18 PM] you were incredible. i’ll come get you before we get ready to go on
You decide to respond by giving him your dressing room number and a quick thank you. The same bundle of nerves begins to stir in your tummy thinking about the new set of chords you need to produce. Jimin and Lisa are packing up their instruments which makes you a little jealous. You wished you could just go out with them and not have to worry about anything else up until they announced the winner of the evening.
“You good Y/N? You haven’t said much?” Jimin comments looking over to you as you curl up on the couch comfortably, scrolling through your phone aimlessly.
“Yeah,” you give him a glance, “Just nervous about the rest of the night.”
He nods promptly, drifting on over to sit beside you. Naturally, you stretch your legs out across his lap, his hands massaging your calves softly. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to block out the sound of the next band playing. You were trying to go through the lists if bands that had yet to go…. Whailen… Femme & Melancholy…. Lithium…. Mayday.
Truthfully the only one you were threatened by was Whailen and Mayday—the latter only being that they were already signed. The irony of feeling threatened by Jungkook and Taehyung’s band when you were about to step foot on stage with them. Knowing both of them for years now, it was the last thing you would have ever thought you would have done.
About an half an hour goes by of sitting with your band reflecting on the past few years together and how much tonight could change all of your lives. You and Lisa are laughing about your first meeting ten years ago and how much you two actually hated each other at first when there is a sudden knock on your door. Everyone gives you a glance and you mutter a quick hold on before you get up, swinging the door open to be met with a soft gaze from a familiar set of eyes.
“Hi,” you greet Jungkook and he gives you a small smile in return. Your hear rate instantly picks up when you make eye contact. He’s stunning as ever.
“Hey,” he says, his eyes glancing back into the room behind you, “You ready?”
Jungkook awkwardly stands at the door as you quickly put your shoes back on in silence. Jimin watches Jungkook carefully from the couch, noticing that Jungkook has yet to take his eyes off you. Jimin never intended to get in the middle of yours and Jungkook’s relationship. What happened between you and him was a one-off occurrence that was a stupid drunken decision. While he was never the biggest fan of Jungkook to begin with—him cheating on you and the pain he caused he—he thought he was helping you overcome him. Now here they are, six months later and you and Jungkook are still as dopey in love as ever; whether you two had admitted it to each other, it wasn’t his business. Jimin truly never has liked you in a romantic way; he admires your talent, your drive, your passions—he just hopes that Jungkook can give you everything you deserve. Frankly Jimin knew you weren’t ever going to let anyone else break down your walls, so he might as well wish you the best.
Jungkook offers to carry your guitar case which you happily let him. Your hands are becoming shaky again thinking about going out to play with a band whom you’ve never been with. Whailen had been together years before Violet could have even been thought about being formed. They were tight and their sound reflected that—you didn’t want it to seem like you were an obvious temporary replacement.
“Do you want us to come watch?” Hobi speaks for the first time since Jungkook came in.
“Please?” You sound like you’re begging at this point but seeing a familiar face out in the crowd wasn’t a want, it was a need right now. Your band wishes you and Jungkook good luck as you leave to begin your trek back down to the main stage.
“Are you nervous?” Jungkook asks as you walk close beside him.
“Mhm,” you mumble, unable to come up with any words. With Jungkook’s free hand, he grabs yours and intertwines your fingers together. He immediately notices how shaky and clammy you are, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
“Are you nervous?” You retort his question, finally finding your voice. His touch was comforting and you found yourself leaning into him more when the view of the side stage finally comes into view. You spot Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi all standing by, watching as the current band closes out their final song.
“Shitting bricks as we speak,” he says with a laugh. You give him a nudge of your own reassurance before you join him in a laugh.
“There’s our woman of the hour,” Jin greets you first with a smile. Him and Yoongi look relaxed, but that wasn’t a surprise to anyone.
“You guys did great Y/N,” Yoongi compliments and you thank him quickly, your mind elsewhere. The band on stage, Lithium, wraps up their rendition of Fall Out Boy’s Sugar We’re Going Down to loud screams and praise. Lithium was from another city which is why you personally had no heard much about them. They were pretty damn good from the snippet you heard and the leader singer was quite cute.
Lithium quickly exits the stage to where all of you are standing. They’re all sweaty and panting as they pass you by. Speaking of the leader singer, his eyes find yours and he sends you a quick wink and smirk. He yells an explicit to his band in excitement and it takes you a moment to realize Jungkook’s hand is still squeezing yours, his eyes following the lead singer until he’s out of sight.
“Dick,” he mutters and it makes you smile. As territorial as ever.
Not long after they clear the stage, the announcer is introducing Whalien 52 to the crowd.
“And please welcome another band from the heart of this city—Whailen 52!”
Finally Jungkook drops your hand as he prepares himself grabbing his drum sticks. You situate your guitar across you, a sound technician plugging your guitar in for you this time. Once Whailen is situation, you begin to walk across the stage following Taehyung’s lead. Jungkook separates from your side going to the drum kit and you walk to stage left of Taehyung.
The crowd is just as jarring as the first time you walked across the stage. It’s loud, hot, humid with sweat—nearly suffocating. You look out into the crowd briefly, noticing people closer to the front giving you confused looks. You choose to ignore them, glancing back towards Jungkook who has sat at the drums with an unreadable expression. His eyes meet yours briefly before he turns to look at Taehyung; relishing in the cheers from the crowd with a sly smirk across his lips. You feel as if your heart may beat out of your chest, fingers may drop your guitar pick from the shakiness in your fingertips, your throat going dry in all the same breath. You look across the stage to meet Yoongi’s gaze—it’s soft and comforting. As if he can read your emotions, he nods a couple times, giving you some needed reassurance.
“Thank you, thank you,” Taehyung begins to speak, sending a wink over to someone in the crowd, “We’re Whalien 52 and uh, we hope you enjoy our set.”
Jungkook’s drum sticks counts in three, two one—the first song, a cover of Silverchair’s “Ana’s Song.” Similar to Violet’s set, Whalien agreed on a starting off a little slower, wanting to pick up their vibe as the short set continued. Taehyung’s voice complimented Daniel John’s well as he opens the song with a deep emotion you never knew he had until you began practicing with them last week.
Luckily for you, the chords for the song were easy for you, strumming the chords lightly until it required you and Taehyung to strum heavier together as the chorus picked up. As usual, your nerves have greatly decreased as you feel more content in your element. You find that playing lead with no vocals was definitely less nerve wracking than your normal gig. Sure it was weird not playing in your own band, but this was still fun for you. It will always be fun for you—you couldn’t thank your father for introducing you to your passion enough. The thought of him makes you smile and as the song closes, you let out a heavy sigh of relief. Nerves were nearly zero and you felt confident—a dangerous combination.
Taehyung speaks to the crowd for a moment as everyone continues to yell and cheer for the band. You had to admit, this crowd was one of the best you’ve ever played for. They’re enthusiastic about each band, appreciating everyone for what they bring, and silence hadn’t been an option for them. As you glance over the crowd one more time, your eyes land on Jimin, Lisa, and Hobi. They’re standing to your right, far enough where they couldn’t hear you if you tried to speak but close enough where you could make out their faces. Lisa blows you a giant kiss while Jimin and Hobi gives you reassuring smiles. It brings butterflies to your stomach knowing that they are not mad at you. If anything, they seem more than proud and you couldn’t ask to be a leader for anyone else.
The next song, an original song written by Namjoon and Yoongi—Fake Love—begins to play as you strum your guitar to the beautiful chords. As much of an ass Kim Namjoon could be, he was a damn good song and melody writer. Jungkook soon comes in heavy with the drums and the song is shaping to how it’s supposed to sound. Between the lyrics, the way it slows and picks up, it truly is great. Jungkook even brings in some backing vocals which rounds out everything nicely. As you continue to strum, you glance back at him hitting the drums rhythmically and smooth like butter. You knew playing guitar was one talent—playing the drums was completely different. You had to have groove, stamina, strength, a musicality that wasn’t even on your level. While guitar was definitely yours and Jungkook’s niche, he looked just as comfortable behind the drum kit.
Fake Love is over before you realize it and you end up giving Taehyung a smile which he seems to appreciate. As the lead of a band, compliments and reassurance were never enough. The pressure of it all could be crushing. Your father, while not the lead of the band, experienced pressure all too well and you’re sure it’s one of the reasons he did was he did. You weren’t excusing him for leaving you and your mom alone, but you knew maybe if someone had just told him one more time he was great—he would still be here. You’d be damned if anything like that happened again in your lifetime. You knew exactly was Kim Taehyung was feeling right now and despite this not being your own band—you wanted him to feel what you would want to feel—confident and damn good in his abilities.
The last song—which was the song of your choosing—“Do I Wanna Know” by the Arctic Monkey’s, starts with the iconic heavy drum beat, the crowd clapping along as you come in with the guitar chords soon after.
It had been a personal favorite of yours for years and you knew how well Alex Turner’s voice would fit Taehyung’s deep vocal abilities. Whailen was excited about the song choice when you were first practicing and with the crowd response—it was a good choice.
“Crawlin’ back to you, ever thought of callin’ when you’ve had a few… cause I always do,” Taehyung sings the words but the crowd as nearly overtaken him in decibel strength. “Maybe I’m too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new—“
For whatever hell-stricken reason, with these lyrics, you glance back at Jungkook who surprisingly is already looking your way. His gaze catches your breath and you nearly mess up a chord, nearly playing an Am where it should have been an Em. You don’t feel nerves looking at him, but you feel something. A fire deep within your gut, tingles down your spine, lips dry from your mouth being slightly parted. When you had chosen this song for Whailen, you and Jungkook hadn’t fucked and discussed getting back together. You can’t help but feel the irony as Taehyung sings the song with as much burning fire that’s in your and Jungkook’s relationship. You have to look away before you truly fuck up the song.
“Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways… was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay, the nights were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day…too busy being yours, ever thought of callin’ darlin’… crawling back to you…”
The song ends to loud and eruptive cheers, each member of Whalien letting out a visible sigh—shoulders falling in relaxation. Yoongi and Jin give each other a big hug from the opposite side of you where you stand. The five of you gather in the middle of the stage to give a final bow to the crowd. You feel like you can finally relax, knowing your night of playing music is finally over.
“Thank you all again! And thank you to Violet’s wonderful lead, Y/N for helping us out with this set!” Taehyung’s last words in the microphone surprise you, but you’re grateful for them.
As all of you exit the stage, you hand your guitar to a sound technician and before you can register anything, you are lifted from the ground, strong arms gripping you tightly. You squeal slightly but the tattooed arm around your front eases you. Jungkook sets you down and you turn around, to give him a proper hug. Both of you are sweaty but you couldn’t care less considering what you two got into this morning.
“Thank you thank you thank you,” Jungkook rambles into your ear as he picks you up again for a moment. When sets you down, your hands hold the sides of his face gently and you give him a smile, “Your dad would be so proud of you.”
In words make your heart swell. His words from this morning play over and over in your head. “Let’s just stop this and do it for real.”
Both of you stare for what feels like an eternity, the noise of everything around you drowning out, making it seem as if it’s just the two of you. You know exactly what your answer is and you’re about to give him that by leaning in, touching his nose to yours. Unfortunately, he breaks away first, giving you a small smile before he turns to Taehyung, giving him the biggest brotherly hug you’ve ever seen. You look down in disappointment but you also understand now isn’t the time or place.
You end up hugging Yoongi, with him uttering a million thanks into your ear as well.
“You’re seriously the best Y/N—a fucking rockstar,” he beams his gummy smile at you, “Goddamn I can’t believe we did that.”
“Y/N—“
Your name falls out of Namjoon’s mouth, who has appeared from wherever he watched the set. You give him a small smile, the wall that you build around yourself every time he walks in your vicinity naturally coming up.
“Hey,” you greet him.
“I just wanna say I can’t thank you enough for doing this,” he pauses scratching the back of his beanie covered head, “I know I’ve been a dick to you and I honestly just didn’t want to admit how bad I fucked up and I didn’t want to admit how talented you actually are.”
“Oh,” you’re shocked by his words, the wall coming down slowly.
“I thought you were just handed everything but I hadn’t stepped back and thought about what you’ve actually been going through and I know I’m rambling, but fuck just thank you so much.. Even if we don’t win, we couldn’t have done this without you.”
A feeling of warmth radiates through your veins and you being you, you pull Kim Namjoon of all people in for a hug. Though it’s short, he gladly returns it with a squeeze around your frame. Jungkook was right. No matter what happens—your dad would be proud of you and you knew you had made the right decision.
After about twenty minutes back in the waiting rooms backstage, you follow Whalien out into the crowd to find your bandmates. Lisa is the first to greet you with a big hug. Violet and Whailen stand together in harmony; Taehyung talking to Hobi, Lisa chatting with Yoongi, even Jimin and Jungkook exchanging nice words with each other. You realize that you and Jungkook had barely talked since the set ended and you can’t help but notice the hardened look on his face as he watches the last band performing—Mayday, close out their set. Mingyu and his band are damn good and you can only hope that their former accolades aren’t enough to overshadow Violet, or Whailen for that matter.
You make your way over to Jungkook through the tight squeeze of the crowd, nudging him slightly when you approach his right side. He glances down at your frame before pulling you close by throwing an arm around your shoulder. Again, it’s like the world stops and just you two as you look up at him. You had changed into some white sneakers when you had went backstage, returning to your normal height against his frame.
Before his eyes turn back to the stage, he presses his lips against your temple.
“How’re you feeling?” You ask him close to his ear so he can hear properly.
He shrugs, “Nervous,” is all he says. It’s enough for you to nod in understanding. When Jungkook went quiet, it wasn’t personal and it was just something you had to deal with. You felt nervous too, knowing that your entire future could change within the next 20 minutes.
The two of you hold onto each other’s side as Mayday leaves the stage once they're finally finished. The lights change on the stage, the crowd gets even louder, and you can sense your chest tensing up. It’s not until when the host of the competition, along with a few executives from Geffen Records step out onto the stage. A younger man holds an envelope, whilst an older man grabs the microphone from the host after some introductions.
“Thank you all for coming,” the older man, a senior international executive at the record company speaks with confidence. “We have been spoiled tonight with so many amazing performances from some amazing bands. With a record deal, one band will change forever after tonight but if there’s anything I’ve learned in my career of 30 years in the music industry—don’t give up on your dreams. If you want it to happen—make your shit happen.”
Someone—Lisa intertwines her hand with your right hand, Jungkook holding onto your left hand. Jimin and Hobi are tense; Taehyung is looking at the ground with his eyes closed; Namjoon and Jin look antsy; Yoongi looks stoic as he stares at the stage with slightly parted lips, squinting to focus his vision.
You try to force a smile to calm yourself, to tell yourself everything is fine—you got this. Violet was damn good. It had to work out—there was no other options. Your chest swells and your hands are clammy, but you know you deserve this more than anyone else here. You had built your whole life around this moment, the chance to make music until the day you die, the chance to become the next star, to carry on your father’s legacy—it would have to work out.
As the younger executive hands over the envelope and the whole crowd yells in anticipation.
“And the winner is—!”
It seems as if the world stops. Your chest falls, smile fading into the background of all the noise. You feel a lump form in your throat, nausea rushing to your stomach. Your knees nearly cave in, weak from the reality that’s hit you.
“—Mayday!”
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Back in the dressing room it’s silent. The band is packing everything up in defeat. You parted from Jungkook and Whailen for them to do the same. You no longer felt sick to your stomach. Only sadness and a little bit of anger. You kept thinking about what you could have done differently—played this song instead of that one, worn your usual dresses and sneakers, done this, done that. It was no use. Violet had lost. Whailen had lost. And you were back to square one.
Noticing your demeanor, Jimin wraps his arms around you protectively. You return his hug, feeling exhausted and weak. The only thing you wanted to do was go home and cry yourself to sleep. No tears had sprung yet, but you knew once you were alone, they would be ever flowing until the morning.
“I’m sorry guys,” you finally speak into Jimin’s chest. He looks down at you with concern.
“For what?” He asks; Hobi and Lisa turning to the two of you.
“I failed you guys,” you shake your head, pushing away from him to stay at an arms length.
“Oh my god, absolutely not,” Lisa consoles, swatting her hands aimlessly. She pulls you into a tight hug, Hobi and Jimin following suit where the four of you were holding on only to each other.
“Y/N you’re the best fucking leader we could ask for,” Hobi says, “Just because we didn’t win this stupid competition doesn’t mean our lives are over.”
“Yes it does,” you whine and you can only make out Jimin’s giggling.
“No it doesn’t,” he says, “Because we’re going to make shit happen.”
This ends up breaking you into a smile, glancing between your members. They’re not even bandmates at this point—they’re your family.
“Fuck, I love you guys,” you say. The four of you continue your group embrace and perhaps Jimin is right. You’re Violet—you’re Krist Vedder’s daughter—and most importantly, you’re you. You make shit happen.
It’s a little after midnight when you and your bandmates leave the venue. You’ve changed into a comfortable sweatsuit and large jacket to accommodate for the chilly weather. You didn’t realize how cold it actually was being on stage with the adrenaline and lights.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go with us?” Hobi was begging you to join them for a drink but with the depressive state your mind is in, you know that would end terribly for you.
“I’m good guys, I promise. I honestly just want to go home and sleep,” you say again. “When are you going to be home?” You ask Lisa.
Her hair pulled into a high ponytail, she smirks, “I’m meeting up with Baekhyun, so I might not be back until tomorrow.”
“You’ve been staying with him a lot,” Jimin says warningly with a raised brow. Lisa’s face scrunches up, turning slightly pink.
“Oh shit, my Uber’s here! I’ll see y’all later!” She runs off down the street to an SUV pulling up to the curb. The three of you wave her off ensuring she gets into the car safely.
“How are you getting home?”
“I may just walk,” you say with a shrug to your shoulders. Was it cold and a little too late for you to be walking by yourself? Yes. But your mind was racing at a million thoughts. You needed to calm yourself before the wave of emotions finally hit you.
“Y/N,” Jimin furrows his eyebrows.
“What? I just need some time to think,” you tell him honestly. “You know my place isn’t far from here anyways.”
“We know, it’s just—“
“Y/N?”
A third male voice says your name from behind the three of you. You immediately know who it is before you even turn around. Jimin and Hobi’s eyes meet Jungkook’s before yours do. As you turn around, Jungkook approaches the three of you, hands shoved into his black jacket, his hair shoved underneath a black cap.
“Hi,” you greet him with a small smile, an inner warmth radiating at the sight of him. Suddenly, all your worrisome thoughts seemed to wane, now only focusing on the man in front of you.
“Hey guys,” he nods to your two bandmates, his soft gaze then falling to you. He looks much more relaxed and poised than the last time you spoke. Neither one of you said anything to each other when Mayday was announced at the winner, parting backstage in silence.
“What are you still doing here?” You ask noticing that he’s all by himself.
“I was uh, waiting for you,” he clears his throat awkwardly and your heart lurches at the thought, but stiffens thinking about him waiting out in the cold for so long just for you.
You glance at your bandmates, who are looking between you and Jungkook curiously. Hobi and Jimin aren’t stupid—they can sense an unspoken tension between you two and they decide it’s best to leave you two be.
“Get her home safe man,” Jimin nudges Jungkook’s arm with his elbow, before giving you a small smile, “See ya later Y/N.”
You wave them off and it’s soon just you and Jungkook outside the venue pretty much all alone. You turn back to him, looking up at his frame.
“You okay?” You ask him, wrapping your arms around your frame as a chill goes down your body. A soft smile spreads across his face before he’s grabbing your hand, pulling you in the opposite direction of your apartment.
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Jungkook drags you to a convenience store where the two of you currently sit on a sidewalk, sharing a cup of piping hot ramen and cuddled up to each others side to keep warm. He slurps the noodles quietly and you can tell there’s something he’s not saying. You don’t know whether to push him or leave it be. At the moment, you decide on the latter.
“We used to do this all the time,” you say, bringing up memories of the first few months of yours and Jungkook’s relationship. The two of you managed to find yourself at convenience stores, eating junk or buying alcohol after long nights of band practice or gigs. 18 seemed so long ago and you two seem like such different people now. Honestly though—it’s a good thing. Growing up can be hell, but you and Jungkook are proof that you have to grow the fuck up to get to a healthy place.
Jungkook smiles with a chuckle, “I know, I think I used to eat my body weight in ramen as a teenager,” he pauses looking at the last bit of noodles and broth. He looks at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes that you love so much and you nod with a small laugh. He grins before eating the last of the food. He sets down the cup before letting out a deep sigh of relief.
You lean into his left side, one of his hands resting on your leg to pull you closer to him. It’s comfortable and it feels like home.
“You’ve been so quiet since the competition,” you mumble, opting to push him a little.
He sighs deeply, gaze still forward, “I guess I’m still processing everything,” he says with disappointment in his tone. You nod into his shoulder. You understand completely. You felt like you had built a glass house that had been shattered by a giant rock.
“I’m sorry,” is what you offer, looking up to his side profile. He glances over at you, his eyebrow piercing catching the street light for a moment.
“I’m sorry too,” he says, dropping his head slightly, “Though there wasn’t much we could do about it.”
His tone implies something—you don’t know what—but something. Almost accusatory. Furrowing your brows, you ask what he means.
He lets out a sarcastic laugh in response, “The competition was fucking rigged.”
You grip loosens on his arm some, your face draining any color left, mouth going dry. You nearly push back and say that’s ridiculous, but you stop yourself. As you had been working on with your therapist, you hold your tongue instead of jumping to conclusions. Why would Jungkook lie about that? What does he have to gain by saying that without any reason to back it up?
“Where did you hear that from?”
He rolls his tongue across his teeth; a habit he’s had for as long as you’ve known him. “Mingyu himself,” he laughs in disbelief, “Told me after I went to congratulate him.”
“That… sucks,” you don’t even know what to say. You felt numb; unsure of how exactly to feel. More sadness? Anger? Disappointment? Resentment?
“Apparently Geffen had eyes on Mayday for the past few months, but their small label wouldn’t sell Geffen any of their original masters unless they agreed to ensure Mayday won the battle of the bands,” Jungkook continues with details that you didn’t ask for, but you were appreciative for the information. It makes logical sense. Your dad had always educated you about expenses within the music industry and owning an artists masters was the most sought after position to have. Michael Jackson didn’t even own his own music.
“Well fuck,” you mutter, now able to pinpoint the one emotion rising in your body. “Is it weird that I feel somewhat relieved?”
Jungkook looks at you with a confused expression, “Uh—yes?”
“Think about it Guk,” you sit up a little bit to face him, “Would you want to be signed to label who can be bought off that easily? Over a battle of the bands competition with underground punk bands?”
Jungkook licks his lips with a small smile, “Well when you put it like that,” he can’t help but laugh at you some. His heart swells when he finally looks into your eyes—really looks into your eyes—since you’ve made the journey to the damn convenience store.
You find yourself unable to look away from him. He was your everything for so long and you’ve figured out with some time and space he still is your everything. No one will ever replace him. No one will ever make you feel the way he does. And you needed him to know that. You lean in, his lips meeting yours halfway. It’s as if you’re transported to the first night you met—sparks buzzing inside you as you move your lips against his. He cups the left side of your face gently and you hold the back of his head, scratching the base of his neck the way he likes.
“Jungkook,” you pull away, leaving little to no room between him and you, “I’ve thought about what you said this morning and you’re right,” you pause glancing down at your lap briefly to catch your breath. You’ve never felt this vulnerable with him but he had perhaps been the most open he’s ever been with you this morning. It’s your turn.
“I’ve thought about you everyday for nearly four goddamn years and I—I don’t want to stop. You were my best friend for so long and you still are my best friend. I want you in my life no matter what but I do want to be with you—I want to try again with you. Learn from our stupid, immature mistakes and find the best path for us,” you think he’s about to interrupt you but you shake your head quickly, “I started going to therapy and uh, it’s really helped me figure out why I’ve been acting the way I am and why I treated you so poorly. I’m still navigating through everything but I love you so much Jeon Jungkook and I don’t want it any other way.”
Jungkook stares at you blankly for a few moments, processing each word you’ve said. Without saying anything he embraces you in a tight hug, feeling a happiness he hasn’t felt in a long time. Not only does he feel happy; he feels calm; he feels excited, dopey, and in love. He couldn’t give a shit about the band competition. He has you. That’s what he needs.
“I love you so much Y/N,” he says into your hair, “I’ve been going to therapy too,” he pauses and you smile into his warm embrace. “I’ve made stupid, horrible mistakes, and I’ve hurt you so much and I’m working my shit out too but I hope that you’re willing to grow and grow old with me.”
He gets all the answer he needs when you kiss him silly again. “You’re not asking you to marry you, are you?” You pull away with a pointed look.
He laughs pecking your lips again, pulling you to sit on top of his lap, “Not yet babe, we gotta make it big first so I can buy you the big ass rock you deserve.”
You giggle, rolling your eyes, “You could propose with a ring pop and I would love it.”
Jungkook raises his pierced brow at you before an idea pops into his head. He kisses your forehead before he mumbles to stay put. He runs back into the (thankfully) 24/7 convenience store and you can’t help but grin, already knowing what he’s going to come back with.
As Jungkook opens up the candy wrapper, slipping the clunky piece of candy on your left ring finger, you feel yourself beginning to cry. This is what almost brings tears to your eyes—not losing the band competition—this—because this is what really matters.
“This is very punk,” Jungkook smiles, admiring the blue ring of candy before kissing your lips chastely. You manage to get rid of the tears springing in your eyes by batting your lashes quickly.
“Very Kurt and Courtney,” you add with a small smile. Both of you exchange one more I love you before he leans in again and you find yourself having the best kiss you’ve ever had with your one and only, on the frigid sidewalk in front of a nasty convenience store.
With one last smile against your lips, he says, “Baby they have nothin’ on us.”
Record deals come and go. Real love doesn’t come and go. Once you find it you have to be careful with it; you may never find it again.
#jungkook#jungkook x you#jungkook x oc#jungkook x reader#jungkook x female reader#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#jungkook twoshot#jungkook scenarios#genre: e2l#genre: band au#genre: punk#btswritingcafe#btswritersguild#bts#bangtan#jungkooknsfw#btsnsfw#jeon jungkook#tw: drugs#tw: mentions of death#tw: mentions of therapy#jjk#loml#fic: live through this
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knj || Lost in the Fire (twoshot)
wc: 800w
pairing: astronomystudent!namjoon x fem!astronomystudent!reader
summary: You're an astronomy student putting yourself through an undergrad, and the only thing that's keeping you from giving it up is your hatred for your senior, Kim Namjoon, and your unquenchable desire to finally beat him at his own field.
tags: college au, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff
warnings: none for this part, some strong language, Namjoon is kinda a dick(?)
rating: M (18+)
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You had a fascination that was unquenchable with the natural world and its existence. You wondered on a daily basis how it is that such a world could exist, and what laws dictate it. It was your calling.
So you worked hard for your calling. Every day you dedicate yourself to the study of it.
Not many people can say they self-studied quantum physics at the age of fourteen out of curiosity. Your math scores were unprecedented. In fact, you had taken the SAT a few months before your fourteenth birthday and scored perfectly on the math section. You slipped by twenty points in English. That single statistic held you from the title of smartest undergraduate at your college, under the devil reincarnate, Kim Namjoon.
No matter how far you went to propel yourself in the direction of your dreams, no matter how badly you wanted to debut as the best, he was one step ahead. The chase is tiring. The chase wears on your soul.
He takes pleasure in watching you fail each time. That must be the case. It's the only way. You watch him with a glare as he turns in his assignments virtually at record speed, out of the library by eight thirty while you stay until nine.
It angers you. He steals every spotlight. He conquers every award. He snatches every interview, every research opportunity, every scholarship. It fills you with a sweltering anger that corrupts every fiber of your being.
He spins a pencil casually in the lecture hall, listening to the professor speak before you. He has his laptop open, his notes messily typed in summarizing bullet points. Beside his laptop, he has a Cornell note sheet. It is blaringly blank.
The professor pauses his lecture, providing the students an opportunity to raise any questions they might have about the unit. Namjoon contemplates it, sitting up in his chair. He scans the board once and shakes his head. He has nothing to add.
"Ms.Y/N, perhaps you have a question?" The professor suggests. You, in fact, do not.
"No, Professor. Everything is clear." You shake your head.
Namjoon scoffs, rolling his eyes. He tucks his head back into his grey hood. "Please, do not waste your breath asking Y/N. She studies so hard, I'm not certain she gets all her meals in."
Your eyes widen. He has the nerve to imply that you don't have time management skills. You purse your lips in anger and nod, passively. "Right."
The professor crosses his arms in disbelief. "Class dismissed!" he exclaims.
Namjoon rises from his chair, gathering his things around him.
You scramble towards the main exit, in pursuit of him.
"Kim!" you call out. "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Are you really that low, that you have to insult me in front of our entire astrophysics class in order to boost your ego?"
"I just stated an opinion, Y/N, grow up."
"Well, in the future maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself. We are scientists. We work only with the objective truth."
"And the truth is that I still scored better on the Astro 101 final than you did," he stares at you, banally.
Your eyes darken.
"So…?" He shrugs, turns back around, and fumbles his keys between his fingers as he walks back to his car.
You glance down at the books in your arms, ashamed. He must degrade you each time you encounter one another. It's almost as if he does it on purpose.
At home, your materials are spread out on the bed. You sit in the middle, completely consumed by the subject you're studying. Music plays in the background, some forgotten pop song from five years ago.
You rub your eyes in frustration. You're convinced your teachers are out to get you. You're only a year from graduating, so this year should be a breeze, but you made it hard on yourself. Your superiority complex dictates all. It's almost as if you deny yourself happiness through putting so much pressure on your studies. You cannot help it.
There's something about the look Namjoon gives you when he solves the differential equation exactly two seconds before you crack it. It isn't exactly intimidating, and to the untrained eye, it was just an innocent smile. You knew better, though. It was a smirk. It was a mocking smirk that burned through to your soul and ridiculed all your efforts. It degraded you.
"Your attempts are worthless at this point, you should just stop trying," it said.
Something about it was decidedly dominant. It was almost sexual.
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a/n: to be updated marchhhhh
#namjoon x reader#namjoon twoshot#namjoon fluff#namjoon x reader smut#namjoon x reader fluff#namjoon enemies to lovers#namjoon college au#bts college au#namjoon x you#namjoon x y/n#namjoon
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For liner game, #8 w/ Taehyung pls!
「 HIGH SCHOOL LOVE — pt.01 」
pairing ›_ taehyung x reader ; namjoon x readercontent ›_angst ; fluff ; high school au ; first love au ; delinquent!taerating ›_pgwc ›_4k
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premise ›_You think Taehyung is just the town’s delinquent from the wrong side of the tracks, that is until you get to know him better. › One-liners Inspired Drabbles ― #8.“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.”credit ›_ thanks a lot to @heyitsmeee2 for beta-reading and helping me out with this story. 💖
a/n ›_ sorry for being late, anon. I made it into a two-shot fic, but I hope you like it!
「 ao3 | masterlist 」
The school’s corridor is as busy as any other day, students bump into each other, talking loud, the sound of the lockers being forced open or slammed shut. A complete, confusing mess that is all too familiar to you navigating swiftly through the sea of teenagers with Namjoon by your side.
“I just can’t understand why he wouldn’t accept the use of the L’Hôpital rule to solve it,” you complain, twisting your lips in annoyance.
“Well,” Namjoon starts thoughtfully, “He hasn’t taught us that yet. He probably wants to make sure we’re familiar with the concept of limits before properly solving the inequalities-?” he rationalizes and a quick glance ahead causes him to abruptly stop, “Careful,” he breathes out, he falters and steps aside, pulling you along with him to avoid the group of jockers from bumping into either of you.
“Hoseok!” You call out and the boy turns around, searching for your face past his friends, “Look where you’re going!” Hoseok flashes you one of his bright smiles.
“Sorry, Y/n. You have to see the new kid playing~ Kookie, come here,” Hoseok praises pulling the youngster by his shoulder, “We’ll need the budget for travel this season!”
“You can’t just say these things, Hoseok,” Namjoon steps in, “You need to go to the council’s room with the team’s committee so we can discuss it.”
“What for?” Hoseok complains, “All of those things with signing papers and writing reports … You know-”
“Bureaucracy?” You try.
“Yeah, that,” Hoseok points at you, “It’s annoying. Can’t you just get things going for us? Huh?” Hoseok insists while walking away, “Just do that for us. Right, Joon?”
“It’s Namjoon. Kim Namjoon.” He corrects.
“I’ll leave it to you, Joonie-ah~.” Hoseok adds, ignoring what Namjoon just said. “I’ll go by your place with that new game I told you before!” He half-screams, walking away with the others.
“I don’t think I’ll have ti-” Namjoon tries saying, but Hoseok doesn’t wait for an answer and go his way, oblivious to anyone as they walk down the hallway, forcing their way through without a care.
“They’d have walked all over me, quite literally,” you look back at Namjoon.
“I wouldn’t let that happen,” Namjoon says with a chuckle.
The sound of the bell ringing gets everyone moving into the classrooms, you and Namjoon walk in as well. The two of you take your seats as the teacher walks in.
“Everyone, sit down!” The teacher rushes to set his stuff on his desk as he watches the class doing the same, “We have a new student-,” he looks at the door and signaled to whoever was waiting outside, “Come on in-”
The class watches as the boy walks in wearing an oversized yellow hoodie, one of his hands unnecessarily holding to the strap of his backpack, dangling from his one shoulder. There’s not much that could be seen from his face, his disheveled, black hair is too long and falling over his eyes.
“This is Kim Taehyung,” the teacher says, patting Taehyung’s shoulder, “Some of you might know him already as a neighbor or from middle school. He’s been transferred to our school and I hope you guys can help him out with what he’s been missing.” The man concludes before turning to look down at Taehyung, “Would you like to say anything, Mr. Kim?”
“Not really.” Taehyung says, dismissively.
“In this case, take an empty seat,” the teacher lightly pushes Taehyung to his seat and he seems unfazed by the pairs of eyes that try to follow him secretly as he walks between the rows. You try not to look, though you can’t help but the gossiping whispers around you as the teacher starts his lecture.
“I heard he just came back from a reformatory,” someone whispers behind you.
“Yeah, I know. He’s the one who set the abandoned house on fire last Halloween along with his friends,” someone else replies, “Yoongi’s still there, right?”
“I heard he’s gonna stay there for another year or so,” another says.
“I wish they won’t send him here too~ I don’t want to be in the same room as these delinquents,” someone whispers louder than the others.
The teacher demands attention and everyone stops talking, although you can see them exchanging notes. You glance at Namjoon who’s focused on the lecture, as always. You try to do the same, but you feel a little chill burning your skin, instead of running cold as it’d usually be, the feeling of goosebumps at the back of your neck, as if you’re being watched. It makes it impossible for you to focus on whatever the teacher’s saying. You gulp down, trying to keep yourself in check and ignore the instigating sensation that looms over you; Namjoon seems to pick up on your unusual behavior and looks at you with a frown.
“Hey,” he calls in a whisper, “are you okay?”
“Huh? Uhm. Sure. Yeah, I’m okay,” you reply, stuttering your words.
“Are you sure?” He insists, leaning further in towards you with a concern expression.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry,” you try yet again, nodding to seem more sure of yourself, but Namjoon doesn’t seem to buy it.
Namjoon pulls back to sit up straight, still unsure of your response, but something else caught his attention and he looks to the back rows. You follow his eyes to find Taehyung unapologetic-ally looking at you. You find yourself mesmerized by the mischievous glint in his eyes and the way his lips part in the most breathtaking smirk you’ve seen. Your other classmates seem puzzled, looking back and forth between you and him and the heat in your cheeks makes you snap back to reality, your eyes grows two sizes and a silent gasp leave your lips once you notice all the eyes set on you before turning back to your desk and stare at your notebook with almost no notes taken from the class.
“Y/n-,” whatever Namjoon would say next is cut off by the teacher who calls out to everyone and for once in a lifetime, he includes you and Namjoon as well, looking very much disappointed by having to do so. You could tell by his tone, not being brave enough to look up at him - or anyone else just yet.
As soon as the bell rings once again you’re quick to collect your things to leave, but the teacher stops you from doing so. Calling you and Namjoon.
“The two of you are the responsible for the school’s council, make sure Taehyung knows the way around, okay? Give him a chance.” Although the teacher’s words are supposed to sound caring and worried, there’s nothing of it in his tone.
You sigh.
“Yes, sir.” You and Namjoon, replies in unison.
“Good.” The man concludes before leaving.
You and Namjoon exchange a knowing look before turning around. Taehyung already left.
“C’mon, we have to find him,” you mutter under your breath to Namjoon who seems as willing as you to do this task.
The two of you push your way past the messy crowd, you see a glimpse of Taehyung in the crowd. His messy hair and the yellow, oversized hoodie. Despite not being very keen to do the task in hand, this is one of the duties the two of you have in hand and being the goody-two-shoes everyone knows you and Namjoon for, of course, you both have to go through this.
“Wait- Y/n!” Namjoon tries calling you as the two of you bump into other students, “This way,” he takes your wrist and pulls you towards another way that seems less crowded, both of you trying to stumble your way past to Taehyung, but somehow you both lose sight of him. You let out a short breath and look back at Namjoon, both of you panting the slightest.
“Sorry,” you grimace and Namjoon shakes his head dismissively.
“It’s okay,” Namjoon says, his eyes still scanning the crowd.
You look down and Namjoon does the same, only now the two of you notice that you’re holding hands, you pull back and both of you look away.
“I- I have literature now,” Namjoon stutters, unable to look at you.
“I have chemistry-” you reply a second too late.
“Th-Then- See you later,” Namjoon says flustered as both of you go different ways.
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“This is your first day, Mr. Kim!” You hear the principal’s exasperated tone when you walk in his secretary’s office to hand some papers.
“The principal’s busy at the moment,” she tells you in her usual professional monotone.
“I’ll wait,” you reply and walk to one of the plastic seats.
The door’s open and you can see Taehyung’s sitting on that chair across the principal completely disregarding the other’s position or whatever the man’s saying. He’s not even looking at the principal, just passively listening so he can go back as soon as the talk is done. His backpack is slumped on the floor next to his seat, his body relaxed as he leans on the backrest all his weight.
“We are giving you a second chance,” the man preaches on, “We believe in you, but you have to make it work for yourself, Mr, Kim.” Taehyung couldn’t seem any less interested in the principal’s speech as the man rambles on, “Because is your first day I’m letting you off with only a warning, but the next time I’m afraid you’ll be sent to detention, young man.” The principal warns, “If you think the regular academics is too uninteresting try balancing out with something that interests you,” you see the principal placing a few flyers on the table in front of Taehyung, “You could join one of our sport’s teams, or any other club such as this one. See? If you like those Chinese cartoons, that is,” the principal says deprecatingly, “Joining one of these might be very important for when you start thinking about college next year-”
“I’m not interested,” Taehyung’s deep voice is low, but clear to you. The man stops talking with his lips parted, ready to go on with this speech, “If that’s all, I’ll leave,” the boy says, uncaring.
Taehyung picks his backpack from the floor, pushing himself off his seat as the principal looks at him, visibly feeling contradicted and wronged. You pretend to look at the papers on your lap as you see Taehyung walking out of the principal’s office; with the corner of your eyes you see him walking out and the principal takes a second to himself before calling you in. The man greets you with a patronizing smile on his face as you greet him respectfully.
***
The meeting between you and the principal would take a short while, but it’s cut even shorter when his secretary rushes into his office.
“Taehyung and Namjoon are fighting!” She pants and the man bolts out of his seat much like yourself.
Namjoon? Fighting? It’s something beyond disbelief. The principal stumbles on his feet, on his chair, on his desk and you struggle with your belongings as you rush behind. Everyone in school rushes to see the most unbelievable scene. Not because of Taehyung, but because of Namjoon. Kim Namjoon is the perfect student, much like yourself, not one single demerit, not a single stain in his life as a student. So, it doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone to see that the fight is a confusing mess on Namjoon’s part.
The principal rushes to push them apart, immediately attending to Namjoon who’s mostly hurt and having Hoseok and take him to the nurse’s office, his preoccupation expression shifts into anger once he looks at Taehyung who’s worked up, panting, hands tightly closed into fists as he glares at Namjoon being carried away by some of the football players, still in their training clothes.
“I warned you, Mr. Kim.” The principal’s voice trembles in anger as he tries his composure, “I can’t let you off with just a warning this time, you’ll stay in detention after class and I hope you can reflect on your behavior and your future as well.”
You look at Taehyung to see him chewing on the inside of his cheek and looking away, nowhere in particular. When he storms off his eyes meets yours and for a moment you think you saw hurt in them, but it’s too fast to make any judgement.
“Miss Y/n,” you stop in your tracks from going after Namjoon, “I understand that you might be worried about your friend, but I’d like to ask you a favor.” He speaks condescendingly.
***
From all the things the principal would ask you, you wish he wouldn’t assign you this task. You hug your books close to your chest and take in a deep breath before knocking on the door to the classroom assigned to detention. The teacher swings the door open and seems relieved to see you.
“Miss Y/n,” the woman greets, “The principal told me you’d be here. Come in.”
“Excuse me,” you walk in politely and the teacher let’s the door close.
“The usual rules are written on the board, I know you’ve never been in detention so you’re not familiar with them,” the says as you read over the rules on the white board.
DURING DETENTION
Rule #01 : You are not allowed talk;Rule #02 : You are not allowed to use phones;Rule #03 : You are not allowed to play portable games; Rule #04 : You are not allowed to eat or drink (unless you have written permission to do so);Rule #05 : You may not leave the room without the teacher’s permission;Rule #06 : You may not write on the board;Rule #07 : You may not draw, read, write anything that isn’t demanded by the teacher assigned;Rule #08 : Write down the cause for you to be here;
“I’ll be back every once in a while to check on you.” She says while picking her bag to leave.
“Yes.” You reply simply.
“Mr. Kim, I hope you can take your colleague’s effort into consideration.” She tells him before leaving and yet Taehyung doesn’t even bother to glance at her, tonguing the teeth at the back of his mouth distractedly.
You sigh as the door closes and you’re left alone with Taehyung. Slumped back on his seat, one row short of being the back row, Taehyung has his hands tucked inside the front pockets of his oversize hoodie, his legs stretched out under the desk and between rows.
You take careful steps towards Taehyung, gulping down dryly when the tip of his tongue sticks out while he smirks in a way that looks offensive. You’ve heard enough about the infamous Taehyung to know that he likes to mess around with everything and anyone if he has the chance to. Holding your chin up, you’re more than decided to shield yourself from being one of his playthings just so he can entertain himself for the time being.
“Hello,” you greet awkwardly and Taehyung snickered at you, raising his head just slightly so you can see the glint of his eyes trained on you, making you feel uncomfortable. “The principal is worried about your behavior. He seems to think that the latest nuances in your personal and academic lives might influence the recklessness that you display. So, he-,” you clear your throat, feeling uneasy with the dismissive intensity he looks at you as you speak.
You decide to use the desk beside him and busy yourself in setting your books and backpack before trying to speak to him, but Taehyung’s quick to move to the desk in front of yours. Straddling the chair to face you.
“What are you doing?” You ask, seeing him, rest his chin on his arms resting the chair’s backrest. He shrugs, looking up at you rather innocently with a half-smile.
“You’re here to teach me, right? So, isn’t it better if I sit closer to you?”
“I was thinking about placing my desk next to yours-”
“Uhm- I think this is much better”
You wish he wouldn’t make it so obvious the way his eyes slide down your features to focus on your lips. You became overly conscious of the way you talked, you can’t quite understand the feeling of your lips tingling, but subconsciously your eyes find their way to Taehyung’s lips, they’re slightly parted. You try not to, but find yourself licking your lips pressing them together in a thin line.
“The principal assigned me to tutor you and make sure you’ll be able to catch on to what the rest of the school is. If you perform better at school, you won’t feel alienated during classes, it might help you get closer to other students and-”
You would go on about the principal’s words and proposition, but Taehyung’s blunt interruption steals the words from your lips.
“You look like an adorable kitten,” you hear Taehyung’s deep voice faintly while you’re battling yourself to find the right words.
Your lips form a distinguishable shape of a gasp, though no a sound or gust of air passes from them; you just wish the sudden realization of his words didn’t make your face heat up, you’re absolutely sure your face is tinted in a shade of pink at the moment.
“I- Wha-what?” You manage to speak, oh-so-articulated.
Taehyung smiles, his head held up to look straight at you this time. He pulls on his lower lip, folding his arms over his stomach, seeming relaxed and laid back as he tilts his head, seemingly proud of himself.
“I said, you look like a-,” you rush to stop him.
“Don’t say it!” You blurt it out and he chuckles, amused.
“Why? You’re the one who asked me what I said, didn’t you? Kitten.”
“Don’t call me that!” Your heart is hammering in your chest, your skin’s trembling weirdly and that’s how you know you just can’t stand Kim Taehyung. “ I’d appreciate if you didn’t call me-”
“Kitten?” He smiles mischievously, raising his eyebrows in a rather innocent expression. “Well, I just wanted to get some kind of response from you. Besides-,” you don’t notice him moving, but you can feel his breath on your ear as he leans
“I’m here to tutor you,” You impose yourself, running out of patience and not too prone to endure Taehyung’s smug attitude towards you. “But, since you’re not interested-” you pick up your stuff, ready to leave.
“No, wait!” Taehyung jolts and stops you with his hands on your shoulders. Cracking what he thinks to be a friendlier smile, he swiftly takes the books from you and sets on the desk yet again, “I won’t call you that again. I’m sorry”
It’s not that you do believe his smile or the way he looks at you, but you promised the principal you’d tutor him. It’s a task you got from him and you wouldn’t simply walk away from a responsibility.
“My name is Y/n, by the way.”
“Y/n, everyone knows you. Even the kids from the wrong side of the tracks,” Taehyung says ever so simply, but you can tell there’s something there, in his tone that you can’t just figure it out. “But~,” Taehyung half-sang provocatively,, “calling you kitten sounds better to me~.” He pauses and you stand there, mouth agape in disbelief, “You look absolutely adorable when you blush like this, kitten”
Him. Kim Taehyung. He’s absolutely…. Utterly impossible to deal with. You gaped at him, your face twisted in complete bewilderment; you take in a deep gush of air through your lips, ready to say something to this, any sort of protest or something, but there are no words. Quite literally, there are no words that you could possibly say to this and you rather say nothing than sound absolutely immature or vulgar.
Taehyung watches you pick up your books and spin on your heels and his facade drops as you storm off out of the classroom, being quick to his feet, you hear his shoes squeaking and the chairs and desks scraping harshly against the floor as Taehyung pushes through them to get to you. When he’s in front of you, trying to stop you with hands on your shoulders, his expression is different.
“I’m sorry,” he half-smiles, “I was just messing with you, I didn’t think you’d be so angry at me,” Taehyung frowns, no longer looking at you with that- that disgusting smirk.
“The way you’re behaving towards me is inappropriate, unacceptable even-” you say.
“I know, I know,” Taehyung says soothingly, “I’m sorry. I was just messing with you. Like you said, right? I just need to adjust. All I need is tutoring me about all the academics~, you know, and then I’ll feel like part of the crowd.”
“I didn’t say that,” you correct him straight away.
“You did,” Taehyung insists with all his playfulness.
“No, I didn’t.” You persist, “I just said what the principal believes in. I, on the other hand, don’t think that’s the case.”
Taehyung steps back, looking at you suspiciously.
“You don’t?” He asks.
“I honestly think that you must have other interests. Not everyone excels in academics or is interested in being good at it, as far as I’ve heard, you’ve never seemed interested in your academic life before-,” you speak up and Taehyung cuts your speech short.
“So, you’re the type to believe in everything others say, Y/n?”
“No!” You cry out in protest, “But your behavior also sustains my theory.”
“My behavior?”
“Yes, you’re a delinquent.”
“I- Whoa! That’s harsh,” Taehyung says accusingly. “I can’t believe you’d say this-,” he pulls his hands from you as if he’s been burned.
Your lips part, but you can’t find words yet again. Why does this keep happening? Taehyung steps away from you, making his way back to his desk.
“Well, I didn’t think you cared-,” you try, feeling guilty for always being so dense. “Everyone calls you a delinquent, you’ve been to the reformatory and have a criminal record.” You rationalize, “I think delinquent seems to be the proper term to-”
“Of course you do.” Taehyung says under his breath as he throws his backpack over his shoulder.
In a weird twist of things now, he’s the one leaving the room and you watch him walk past you until you look around and your eyes scan the rules written on the board. You jolt towards him, fighting off the weight that makes you slower than usual. You manage to grip on his sleeve.
“Wait,” not being able to stop your feet from taking another step when Taehyung stops when you bump into him and the books you’ve been holding fall on the floor, “You can’t leave detention!” Taehyung rolls his eyes, pulling his lips sideways in disdain. “It’s one of the rules,” you point at the blackboard, “See? Rule number five, you may not leave the room without the teacher’s permission,” you recite.
“She doesn’t care, Y/n.” Taehyung says, letting out a sight as he looks down and crunches to pick the books you dropped.
“Of course she cares!” You protest and Taehyung chuckles to himself as he piles the books in his arms, “The principal cares too, that’s why they’re doing this. For your own good!”
“Yeah, right.” Taehyung looks at you, “Look, thanks for showing up and doing as you’ve been told like the golden child you are, but I’m a lost cause.”
Taehyung stands up and you follow shortly after him, watching him place the pile of books on the desk that is nearby.
“You shouldn’t be bothered.”
You watch Taehyung turn around and leave while you stand there, once again, speechless. But more so feeling guilty for hurting him, you never thought he’d see it as such an offense. He endures everyone’s comments just fine, you took it he’s already numb to it, he always seems so uncaring and dismissive of the labels people give him. Delinquent is the most common one and, in your mind, the only one that’s correct given who he is and what he’s done.
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babydoll⎜02 (m.)
Your childhood crush, now famous and successful, comes to visit you while you’re drunk and have a lot to prove.
→ actor!yoongi x reader
→ smut
→ 7.6k words
a/n: an immediate continuation from the first part. sleazy, aged up by three years, bts. hint of significant age gap themes. dirty talk. a lot of foreplay. defloration. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. denied orgasms. creampie. unprotected sex. hint of jk.
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Jungkook and Taehyung both gave Yoongi a look.
“What?”
“These are ‘we clearly don’t believe you’ looks,” Taehyung explained, pointing between Jungkook and himself.
“I’ve known her since she was twelve!”
“She’s not twelve anymore,” Jungkook commented, hiding his mischievous smile behind his glass as he took a sip. Taehyung tried his best not to snigger with Yoongi’s eyes on him because he was alway more lenient towards Jungkook. Jungkook was the favourite, after all—Taehyung always tried his best to connect with Yoongi but his inappropriate, odd ways fell short. He had to pick and choose his battles and he was chill—buzzed and quite happy to just sip away at his glass of wine.
“Tae!” Jungkook called when no one responded to him.
“Hm?!”
“Are you really not gonna try fuck this girl tonight?” he exasperated and it caused Taehyung to splutter. His eyes flocked to Yoongi, cautious and anxious of his reaction and as expected—Taehyung had never seen Yoongi so livid. Now, Jungkook had gone too far. In a flash, the conversation had gone from playful jesting to rude, perverted remarks. What had gotten into Jungkook?! He was being extremely outlandish and plainly disrespectful—this wasn’t like him... What was he up to?
“No, dude! I don’t want me or the fairy to die,” he chuckled deeply and nervously.
"He's smart," Yoongi chimed in, more calmly than expected.
"I guess I'll have to take one for the team then," Jungkook winked at both of them, ignoring the looming rage that was Min Yoongi.
For the first time ever, the vibes stunned Taehyung into a silence—it could have been the acid mellowing out on him but he was almost sure it wasn't. At this point, he just wished Jungkook told him what the fuck he was up to. Disrespecting his friends was completely out of his character, it was frustrating him—he couldn't even imagine how Yoongi must have been feeling.
Jungkook was pushing every single button and for good reason. If Yoongi spoke up, really spoke up and told him no, he'd have to say why. Yoongi didn't have an answer to that question—not an answer he was willing to share, or even, admit to himself. He shouldn't care who you fucked or whether you wanted a fuck at all. Frankly, he had no business meddling in your sex life whatsoever—you were a grown woman. Yet, here he was, mentally damning his best friend to hell because he supposedly wanted you for the night. What Jungkook had planned out to do, was working.
"You're not gonna go there, are you?" Taehyung asked Jungkook, hoping it was a joke—unaware it was a plot.
"I am," he confirmed with a smirk and then prodded the inside of his check with his tongue. "Why not? She's hot as hell and she wants me. She told me at the bar."
Yoongi's hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. "Bullshit," he called, acting believably nonchalant.
Jungkook cockily raised an eyebrow. "You saw her with me at the bar, she was basically begging for it."
"You're such a dick," Taehyung cackled, his worries of upsetting Yoongi were clearly fleeting. Jungkook chuckled with him before turning away—twisted humour they had. Yoongi didn't remember them being this savage in the past. Then again, he had never brought a pretty girl to dangle in front of their faces before. He made a mental note not to do that again, especially if it was you.
"Oh!" Jungkook suddenly bellowed, gesturing to a booth of people in the distance. "It looks like Namjoon's beating me to it."
The other two turned their attention but Jungkook had already turned away to grab another drink, leaving them both to imitate meerkats. Damn, that kid was just too cool, too slick, too much of a douchebag to handle. Yoongi made another mental note to channel this side of Jungkook for future roles.
Taehyung spotted the booth first and immediately strolled over, followed by Jungkook. Yoongi, however, took a moment, opening his fists to see red crescents indented in his palms.
*
You had no clue who called shots however you found yourself with a small glass of tequila and a lemon slice. Namjoon counted down from three and everyone knocked back the alcohol. You were facing Hyuna and you both pulled a face at each other at the taste—then she smiled and winked at you.
You were stunned by her beauty and grace, from her glittery nails to her pink pumps. You couldn't believe she could be even more magnetic in person, but she was. When you introduced yourself, you gushed about how much you adored her which led yourself into her embrace. She giggled and squealed in excitement while you two talked about girly things. You were both so engrossed you had hardly noticed Namjoon leading you all to a booth. It was a tight squeeze with Hyuna and her entourage, so you resorted to perching on Namjoon's lap. With Hyuna opposite you, she pulled your arm towards her so she could lean over the table and whisper in your ear.
"I don't usually get along with Namjoon's girls but you're so cool!" she said fondly.
"Oh, no!" you shook your head.
Hyuna furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"No, she's not one of my 'girls' Hyuna," Namjoon expressed with distaste.
You could only giggle awkwardly.
"Oh! I’m very sorry," she apologised politely.
You swivelled in Namjoon's lap in a panic, waving your hands at her formality. She was your idol, she couldn't do anything wrong in your eyes for her to apologise for. She giggled at you before lacing her fingers through yours. You squealed at the sweet gesture and bounced in Namjoon's lap. To Namjoon's dismay, you were a wriggler. Every word you spoke, every reaction was animated and it resulted in your ass rubbing against his crotch. He couldn’t help shamefully staring down your back as you leaned forward—the sight sending his thoughts straight into the gutter. If the others saw him now—
“You get a lap dance?! Not fair!”
Everyone’s eyes snapped up to Taehyung, with a laughing Jungkook and an unimpressed Yoongi in tow. Your cheeks were immediately fiery and you were absolutely unable to look at Yoongi. Hyuna squeezed your hand.
“Don’t listen to them babe, they’re all douchebags.”
“Ouch!” Jungkook chimed in, having leaned towards the table to eavesdrop.
“Especially him!”
Jungkook clutched his chest, overdramatically astounded and it forced a giggle out of you. He winked at you before leaning closer to Hyuna and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. You watched her face as he whispered in her ear—she rolled her eyes but you could tell was holding back a smile. It was common knowledge they were very close friends.
“She’s just mad he made her cum three times and then denied her round two,” Taehyung sniggered, earning a scolding from Yoongi and a chuckle from Namjoon. You, however, pretended not to hear it. You loved reading and hearing about the wholesome, older sister, younger brother, friendship of Hyuna and Jungkook—you didn’t want that ruined for you.
Namjoon’s phone buzzed from underneath you and you jumped in surprise. He chuckled, using the opportunity to quickly slip it out of his pocket before you sat back down.
“Jimin’s here,” Namjoon announced, “almost.”
“Don’t let him in,” Taehyung uttered with annoyance.
“Why?!” Namjoon questioned, leaning further back and twisting around slightly to look up at his friend. Looking over your shoulder, you could see he was chuckling at Taehyung's request and had quickly returned to tapping at his phone—most likely replying to Jimin.
“The idiot tweeted his maps route. He’s been texting me about it for the last 20 minutes. Fans and paps will be lurking around outside the whole night if they aren’t there already," Taehyung explained.
"Alright," Namjoon groaned, raising a palm to his forehead, "I better go deal with that." He tucked his phone back into his pocket and then tapped the side of your ass for you to get up. You squeaked and jumped up reflexively, gaining a disapproving stare from Yoongi. As you slid out of the booth with Namjoon following suit, Yoongi slapped the back of Namjoon's head. He winced and turned, holding his head and you were the one to call out an apology. Taehyung followed his friend, presumably to enforce the denial of Jimin's entry.
“Sit back down, ____,” Yoongi commanded you when you stood there for seconds too long, confused as to why you just apologised for Yoongi’s violence. Snapping out of it, you almost obeyed him—almost, if Jungkook hadn’t swooped in with his sidekick queen, Hyuna.
"Come," he said, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from the group, away from Yoongi. Yoongi began to follow and immediately, Hyuna latched onto him. What were they up to?
You were on the balcony again and Jungkook was handing you another cigarette. As you lit yours, Jungkook glanced over to his two friends nestled in the far corner, far away from you and himself. Hyuna was doing perfectly, and it weirdly turned him on to see his plans pan out so perfectly.
"I've noticed Yoongi has been eyeing you more harshly than before," you commented, pulling him out of his thoughts. "What did you do?"
"Don't worry about that, babydoll," he said with a smirk.
"Jungkook, please!" you pleaded, "I'm the one that has to go home with him—"
"Hell yeah, you are," he winked.
Immediately, you felt your cheeks heat up and you stomped your foot in aggravation. Jungkook cackled seeing you flush so red. He tapped the underside of your chin and you swatted him away.
"I'm the one who has to deal with him later," you continued, worry in your tone.
"I told you, ____. He's mad at me, not you."
Unfortunately, that did little to ease your mind and Jungkook could see it clear on your face.
"Listen, she's working her magic," he began to explain, pointing his cigarette at Hyuna. "I asked her to ask him about you, make presumptions, plant little ideas in his head—she can be a manipulative little minx when she needs to be. And I'm over here, working my magic with you."
"I don't know if I like this, Jungkook," you squeaked, your face shrouded in concern.
"Doll, you've been in love with this guy for what? Eight years? You're allowed to fuck with his head, he deserves it."
"Wow, Jeon Jungkook, the evil mastermind. Who would have guessed?" you joked, puffing at your cigarette.
He winked, grinning widely before pulling you into him. "Shhh, it's a secret," he whispered into your ear.
You stayed nestled under his arm for a while, chatting about everything and nothing in particular. He was incredibly charming, and funny and he smelt amazing. You were genuinely enjoying his company so much, you almost forgot Yoongi was metres away, you almost forgot that it was all just a plot to make Yoongi jealous. You would have felt sadder about the insincere nature of the conversation with Jungkook if he hadn't suddenly asked for your number.
"It's okay, I'm not expecting a text."
"Why not?"
"It's apart of your plot, isn't it?" you accused, however, far from bitter. He went out of his way to construct this elaborate plan in the shortest amount of time, just to help you score the love of your life. He really didn't need to text you.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, but that doesn't mean I don't genuinely enjoy your company."
Excitement flooded through your body but you managed to stay cool. "Yoongi's told me you don't text girl's back the next day."
"My one night stands, no I don't because I don’t want them to get the wrong idea. But I'm not fucking you tonight, am I?"
It was almost like a challenge. He raised an eyebrow at you, expecting a reply but you could only stutter. What was he insinuating? The games of a man, the concept of flirting, the hints of mild interest—sexual tension were all such foreign concepts to you. You couldn't decipher it. Jungkook chuckled, sparing you and busying himself with butting out his cigarette.
"I see Jimin, let's go inside."
He grabbed your hand and pulled you along—you swore as you passed Yoongi, he eyed your interlocked fingers. You did your best to ignore it.
When you all returned to the booth, Jimin was arguing with Taehyung. Jimin had a girl on his arm and it didn’t look like he was paying her much interest. Taehyung whispered in his ear and he let go of her to grab his friend and she walked off. Jungkook saw it too and chuckled.
“You can never properly pull them, can you?” Jungkook jested.
Jimin raised an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me, boy!”
Jungkook cackled and earned himself a slap on the chest. You just stood there, Yoongi now by your side, staring at the newly arrived BTS member. He was stunning, magnetic and his hair was a bright silver serving angelic vibes. He was quick to see you staring and he broke into a sweet smile.
“Who are you?” he questioned, his eyes then roaming up and down.
“This is our new babydoll, ____,” Jungkook introduced you.
“What?” Yoongi interrupted, becoming overwhelming overprotective. “For fucks sakes guys, she not a toy.”
“I’d sure like a play,” Jimin chimed in, making you blush. He sauntered the short distance over to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. “Where’s her drink, babydoll needs a drink!”
Jungkook laughed again, watching Yoongi’s anger boil and adoring his friend for unintentionally contributing to his plot. You declined politely and Jimin continued to try convince you. His face was so close to yours, you looked away and saw the girl he was with staring at you with such intense hatred you were beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“She doesn’t need one, Jimin,” Yoongi interjected. “And fucking hi, by the way, good to see you!”
Jimin immediately removed his arm from your person and placed it around Yoongi’s shoulders. He gave him a hug and Yoongi returned it half heartedly. Namjoon returned from the bar with a couple of drinks and Jimin took one off of his hands—he tried to give it to you but you declined, once again.
“Jimin, your girl isn’t happy,” Namjoon informed him and the group. “You should go see to her.”
Jimin made no attempt to do so and instead gestured to you. “This one is much lovelier.”
Namjoon chuckled and shook his head but then nodded in agreement. How were every single one of them interested in you? That was the final straw for Yoongi.
“Ok, time for us to go!”
You snapped your head in Yoongi’s direction with a frown. “But Yoongi—”
He squeezed your hand and stared at you fiercely. “It’s time to go, ____,” he growled.
You nodded.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Namjoon commanded. “It’s too early dude, what the fuck?”
As Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin pulled Yoongi aside to convince him to stay, Hyuna skipped over to you and gave you a big hug goodbye.
“You can do this, babe!” she encouraged you, “Just tell him how you feel, it’s about time.”
Jungkook was next to hug you, you made sure to inhale extra deeply when he did so, remembering his scent to describe to your best friend when you’d tell her you met the Jeon Jungkook.
“It takes a second of courage, ok? There’s no way he’s gonna turn you down, trust me.”
“But what if he does?” you squeaked.
Jungkook gave you a look. “Have you seen you? And besides, have I ever let you down?”
“I’ve known you for hours, Jungkook.”
He tilted his head to the side, considering your point but then saw your pretty face and polite smile. Yoongi would be a goner tonight, he was sure of it. He bent down slightly to kiss your cheek and then winked, “Have fun.”
Yoongi grabbed your hand and yanked you out of there so fast you were barely able to wave goodbye to the others. He didn’t say a word as he pulled you along, down to the elevators and through crowds. Before you knew it, you were at the front doors of the club and you ripped your hand from his to stop him.
“Yoongi!” you yelled, “The paparazzi, goddammit!”
He cursed under his breath and removed his jacket. You looked at him inquisitively and then the next thing you knew the jacket was over your head and you were led out the front doors. It was blind chaos, you heard flashes and screaming of Yoongi’s name. His arms were wrapped around you, other bodies pushed you but Yoongi held you tighter, fending them off. He helped you into the back of a taxi and instructed you to keep the jacket over your head until he said so. Paparazzi and fans knocked on the car windows, still screaming as you drove away.
With the jacket now off of your head, you both sat in silence and you finally had a moment to process what had happened, how the night had panned out. You really met your favourite idols and they really convinced you to hop on the cock of the man sitting next to you. Your heart was pounding. You had to do it, you were going to do it. Jungkook courage, Hyuna courage and liquid courage were counting on you, egging you on. You had to do it. You had wanted this more than you wanted anything.
The taxi pulled up to your apartment and Yoongi got out first, opening the door for you. You followed him as he unlocked your front door, leading you inside as if it was his place, not yours. He turned to you as if to say goodbye so you ignored him, walking straight to your bedroom. You tried to calm your breathing, pottering around your room, waiting for him to follow.
You heard footsteps stop at your door and the sound of him clearing his throat. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you responded, while taking off your earrings. “Can you please get me a glass of w—”
You turned to see him holding a glass of water and you smiled appreciatively. He grinned back before walking into your room, the door swinging slightly closed and placing the glass on your nightstand. You continued taking off your jewelry and you caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, tapping his thighs awkwardly. Your eyes met in the reflection and he strode up to you. He kissed you on your cheek and bid you farewell before making his leave.
As he reached for the doorknob, you sprinted over and slid between himself and the door—shutting it. You felt his deep sigh blow over your shoulder. He knew what you were doing and if he was really opposed to it, if he really didn’t want it, he would have been more assertive—he would have shook you silly, really scolded you—but he didn’t. He was his patient, calculated self—leaning over you, hand still on the doorknob, thinking through his next move.
“You wanna talk?” he suggested, stepping away from you and sitting on your bed. “About what happened tonight… with Jungkook?”
You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You hated it when he did this, turned a situation around, twisted the agenda so he’d have the upper hand—and he did it so well. You immediately felt penitent, hanging your head and fidgeting with the bottom of your skirt.
“You know, I’m surprised it was Jungkook you went for... I always thought it was Taehyung you had your heart set on. That’s why I left you to it with him. He always calls the girls back,” he explained as if he would have let you end up in any other bed other than your own that night. “Jungkook doesn’t, I told you before.”
You kept quiet, calculating your thoughts, picking your words carefully. There were about a hundred points you so badly wanted to address, to argue—but you chose to let him talk. You let him play his game, until it was time to play yours.
“I’m not giving you his number, by the way,” he said with a little too much spite and then cleared his throat. “He’d only hurt you.”
“I can take care of myself, Yoongi,” you defended yourself in a small voice.
He scoffed.
“But, I don’t want his number,” you said, choosing not to tell him that he already had yours.
Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed and he pouted in confusion. “Let me leave then—”
“Yoongi, you need to stop playing dumb it’s getting awfully tiresome,” you interrupted him, slowly making your way over to the bed where he sat. You bravely straddled him, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and staring fiercely into his eyes. “We could all see how jealous you were tonight, stop fighting it… I want you more.”
Your confidence came from pure adrenaline and you went with it, beyond caring and unfazed by his indifferent reactions. He sighed uncomfortably, leaning back on his palms to create as much distance as possible—you ignored the resistance. You left a delicate peck to his cheek and another and another, starting at his cheekbone and moving down every kiss—your lipgloss sticking to his skin. He growled just before you got to the corner of his mouth.
"____," he warned.
"Please Yoongi, you know how I feel about you, I know you do. God, I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for so long, for years! I’ve touched myself to the thought of you so many times I can’t even count. Please fuck me Yoongi, I’m gonna go insane if you don’t.”
He was still and silent for a good few seconds. With your hands on his shoulders, you could feel the tension in them. You tried to massage them, relax him in any way, to get an answer out of him in any way. However, he continued to be as unreadable as he always was.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, ____,” he growled, guttural and pained.
“If you hadn’t been so opposed to giving in to me, like I know you want to, I wouldn’t have been forced to play.”
He stared into your eyes, resent in his own—you ignored it.
“Have you—“
“No,” you interrupted, knowing what he was asking. “I want you to be my first, please.”
At some point, you had nestled your face into the side of his neck and you could distinctly hear a rumbling in the back of it. It was his resolve, it was breaking, he was breaking. You put it all on the line, you uttered the words, the truth that hung in the air for years—it was now solid, in front of him, sitting on him and it was begging him for a fuck. How could he reject the notion, how could he reject you? He couldn’t... and he didn’t want to. And suddenly, he snapped.
“Just remember,” he growled before grabbing you by the hair and yanking your head back so he could look you in the eye, “you asked for this.”
You nodded to your best ability before he let go of your hair and you smacked your lips onto his. And you were kissing him—you were finally kissing Min Yoongi. His lips were soft and moist, tasted no less than delicious, although he was the one to devour you. He dominated your mouth, his lips moving yours, syncing yours into the perfect rhythm. You would have forgotten to breathe if he hadn't pulled away every few moments for you to softly gasp for air. Every nerve in your body felt electrified—you were so susceptible to his touch, it all felt and was, heightened. He was kissing you, he was finally kissing you and it was everything. It was better than you could have ever imagined.
His tongue was a surprise. It drove your mind into a foggy delirium, and sent your heart pounding to the point you'd thought he'd hear. You didn't know what to do with it, you squirmed when he first pushed the wet muscle past your lips—but he held your head, trapping you. Whenever you made a wrong move, flicked too much, swirled too much, he'd growl and you'd retreat. It was almost if he was teaching you how to kiss—which was fitting because you had only kissed two people in your lifetime and he had kissed actress after actor after actress. All that practice, it made sense he was so damn good at it.
Eventually, he got rougher—his hands sliding up your thighs, his teeth biting at your bottom lip. He was no longer giving you moments to breathe and when you pulled away to do so he grabbed your hair, yanking hard. With your head thrown back and your neck so inviting, Yoongi slowly licked a strip from your clavicle to the underside of your chin. Before you had a chance to process how downright kinky your make-out had turned, he had your lips enveloped by his, sucking, biting.
"Are you scared?" he growled against your lips, his hands clawing at your skin.
You squeaked at his abruptly aggressive motions—but you weren’t scared. You trusted him with your life, if he was trying to change your mind, as he probably was, it was the worst way to go about it. If anything, it was exciting you.
"No," you breathed.
Yoongi pulled you back slightly to give you a look. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, fucking hell, Yoongi!" you yelled, bucking your hips into his.
As much as he was enjoying your little body on top of him, Yoongi lifted you effortlessly and dropped you onto the bed. You almost bounced off of it but he grabbed you, flipping you over and pinning you against the mattress. Pushing up against your body, you could feel how hard he was through his pants, you could feel how big he was against your ass—it sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.
"If you're gonna act like a brat, you're gonna get treated like a brat," Yoongi rasped in your ear. You gulped, goosebumps formed on your skin and your core throbbed. He slowly let go of your hair, softly brushing it away from your face. "Are you gonna behave?"
You nodded yes, scared of the noises of unadulterated arousal that would escape you if you'd open your mouth.
"Good."
Yoongi lifted his weight off of you but still held onto your hair. You had your cheek to the comforter so your shoulder obstructed your view of him—he eventually let go of your hair however your visibility was still poor. You were so in the dark, but it enticed you more, it had you wriggling and rubbing your thighs together. When you felt his touch again, it was on the backs of your thighs, stroking up and down, stopping just below your skirt, then dipping just under your skirt—until he was massaging you so close to your core you almost cried. Pushing your skirt up, you heard Yoongi let out a deep sigh at the sight of your lacy black panties, if they could be called panties at all. A slap fell to your right cheek and you yelped in surprise—followed by his chuckling. He grabbed at your hips, pulling them up off the mattress until you were on your knees, ass in the air, face buried in the comforter. He pulled at your panties, your dripping centre lubricating the friction and making you cry out.
"So wet," Yoongi mumbled to himself before kissing a cheek and then rolling your soiled underwear down your legs. Your breathing hitched, your eyes screwed shut. You could feel your clit throbbing and your whole body ignited realising he was just staring at all of your holes, all of your glory. You almost panicked until he licked a strip up your pussy—his tongue playing with your outer folds, tracing them, teasing you. With your face shoved against the bed, your moans and squeals were muffled, your breathing irregular and your body shaking. You were inexperienced in all aspects including how to receive. He held your thighs apart, taking his time to taste you thoroughly, to eat you properly. He lapped at your slit until he had you screaming, unable to handle the fervent pleasure—it felt like complete bliss, a mindblowing sensation that had your toes curling. He spread you further to bury his nose, his entire face, into your heat and craned his neck to reach your clit and suckled on it. Your eyes rolled back and before he even had a chance to stick a finger inside you, you were cumming all over his face.
"Already?" he teased, pulling away from you only after fully riding out your orgasm. All you could do was pant and he chuckled. "Another one?"
You shook your head frantically. "Please, Yoongi, it's too much!" your wails muffled into the sheets.
He was giving you a lot, your virgin pussy wasn’t used to such intense stimulation. Your thighs and ass were trembling, still having to hold the position for him and you didn't know how much longer you could. He ignored your pleas and delved his face back into your dripping heat, enclosing his lips over your sensitive bud once again. You cried out from the overstimulation and tried to crawl away but he was too strong—he grabbed you roughly and flipped you on your back. It was different seeing him, watching him do dirty things to you. It made your heart race and your nerves quake—as he spread your legs wide for him, he smirked at you and you blushed wildly. Thankfully, when he went down again, the pleasure was so heavenly you forgot about your shame. Eventually moving away from your clit, he rolled and dipped his tongue into your small hole. You immediately squealed from the foreign feeling and tried to shuffle away but he yanked your hips back down, holding your body in lock, before lightly tracing your entrance with a finger and his tongue moving back to massage your clit. Your moans and wails were uncontrollable, unfiltered, unruly. It was music to his ears. When he finally removed his mouth from you, you were whining for it back.
"You like it when I eat your little pussy, don't you?"
"Yes!" you moaned, cheeks flushed red.
He sniggered, kissing your inner thighs, two sloppy kisses on each. “Now, tell me, babydoll, where do you touch yourself when you think about me?"
He locked your gaze and you felt his words in the pit of your stomach. His lips and chin were glistening from your arousal and his eyes were dark and rich with desire. You stuttered so he demonstrated.
"Here?" He asked, tapping your drowned entrance.
You shook your head.
“Here?” He asked again, tracing his finger up to your clit and rubbing small circles.
You nodded shamefully, moaning and bringing a finger to your mouth to bite. He chuckled while prepping your small entrance. It was obvious it had been completely untouched so he wanted to be extra thorough, especially if his cock was getting anywhere near it tonight. You were squirming the entire time and it didn't take long for you to get anxious.
"Yoongi," you whined.
"Patience, baby," he hushed, "no one has touched you here before."
He initiated small pushes, only fingertip deep but it had you digging your nails into his biceps. You were tighter than he thought. Pushing that primal excitement to feel that around his cock aside, he kissed you to calm you down. It was also a perfect distraction to plunge his finger knuckle deep inside you.
You squealed into his mouth but he kept kissing you as he pumped, slowly and accurately. You were moaning so loud and brazenly, goosebumps were forming on his skin. It was a dream come true having you this way, trembling underneath him. Although his fantasies didn't come close to the real thing, close to you. Your mouth was so sweet he couldn't stop tasting it. Your lips so soft and your moans so sensual. He couldn't believe he ever tried to hold out from you. Once your walls started to mould to his movements, he decided to push another finger inside you and you didn't take it very well.
"Baby, you have to relax, ok?"
You nodded, trying your best to breathe through it all. He pumped you slower this time and peeled your shirt and bra off of you so he could trail kisses down your body. He stopped at your nipples giving each of them a lick. It was good but you knew what you wanted. Putting a hand on the top of his head, you shoved his head further down and he chuckled. Without any further protests he added his mouth into the mix, softly licking your clit, calming you, relaxing you and soon—he was smoothly pumping two fingers in and out of you and you were groaning and hissing in satisfaction. He sped up and it forced you to shoot up and prop yourself up onto your elbows. You watched him work with your mouth agape, enchanted, possessed by how good he was making you feel. Your second orgasm of the night wasn't far away as he pumped faster and faster, curling his fingers to hit a spot inside you that you didn't know existed and caused you to scream at the top of your lungs. You let go—your pussy clenching around his digits, your limbs trembling and your eyes rolling back.
"Oh my god," you breathed as Yoongi slowed down for you to ride out your orgasm and eventually, slid his fingers out of your warm cavern. He didn't reply or acknowledge you. Instead, he licked his fingers clean and then began to undress—this whole time he had been clothed while you were fully naked, offering your sweet body to him, giving him all the power. It made sense, you had begged for this moment and he was giving it to you.
"I’m gonna fuck you now," he rasped, having discarded his shirt and now undoing his belt.
You didn't know if you had it in you, but there was no way you were about to back out now—especially when his rock hard cock sprung free and he let out a low sigh. The imagery, the moment, had you drooling. You wanted to touch him so bad. You wanted to feel how velvety and warm and pulsing his length would be, you needed to. You reached out for it, wrapping your small palm around the girth and stroking smoothly. A bead of precum leaked out of his tip and you tapped at it, playing with the sticky fluid before spreading it down his shaft. He hissed and you snapped your head up to watch his reactions. You gripped tighter and stroked faster, earning deep groans.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he cooed, fighting the urge to thrust up into your hand. You kept going, encouraged by the praise, until he grabbed your hands to stop you. "But, I really need to fuck you now."
You nodded before shuffling your nude self back onto the bed. You sprawled out across the bed, offering yourself completely. You focused on your breathing as he loomed over you. This time, he didn’t kiss you or caress you or prep you in any way and instead, lined himself with your entrance. Within seconds, within a few strokes of his cock up your slit, it was happening—he was gradually pushing inside of you. You grabbed onto his forearm to squeeze through the pain but he didn’t say anything, only groaning when his entire length was lodged inside of you, filling you to the brim. Your thighs were shaking, your walls were throbbing at the intrusion. He was still for a few seconds, still refusing to utter a word before he began moving—thrusting into you at a decent pace. You really didn’t expect to be so vocal but as the pain subsided into a subtle sting and then into actual pleasure, moans spilled out. He was fucking you and god, it felt amazing. You were enraptured by his cock, stuffing itself into you over and over, stretching you deliciously. You were pulling at the sheets, pulling at your own hair just needing something to hold onto. God, he felt amazing.
You started to get embarrassed again, watching him just stare at your centre, watching his cock slide in and out of you. You covered your face and your mouth, whimpering into your hands whenever he’d deliver a particularly hard thrust. Your muffled moans pulled him out of his trance and he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, your walls clenching around nothing—you almost whimpered at the loss of him, at the loss of feeling so full. He flipped you over, yanking your hips up, ready to continue fucking you from behind.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he cooed, slapping his cock on your ass.
“Yoongi, please,” you keened, wiggling your ass back, needing to feel full again.
He listened to your pleas, shoving himself back into you and pounding you at an unruly pace. From the angle, the position, he reached deeper inside of you, knocking you forward every time his hips were cushioned by your ass. You gave him all the control, submitting to him entirely. Every thrust was tinged with pain, but brought you closer to your end. You should have asked him so slow down, to be more gentle but you were hypnotised, entranced by the pleasure. You didn’t know how much longer you were to last. Yoongi felt your walls tightening and pulsing around him and he hissed.
“Are you gonna cum, huh, baby?” he teased you, keeping up his pace, pushing down the small of your back so he could pound deeper inside of you. You whined your answer and he sniggered, picking up his pace and then pulling out again, leaving you high and dry. You body gave out, flopping down onto the mattress—you whimpered feeling your release slipping away from you. He climbed over you, pulling your hair back. He really loved pulling your hair.
“Not yet,” he rasped into your ear, “I wanna see your face when you cum.”
You whined and he flipped your over, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist. He kissed you, which was a surprise, as he entered you again. He hit your sweet spot inside and it had your mouth agape and your eyes rolling back. You decided, then and there, it was your favourite position so far. He began rocking into you and you couldn’t control your moans. Having been so close to the edge, to be slowly built back up again, had your body trembling. He kissed your more, holding your hands above your head and from that angle, his pelvis began rubbing up against your clit.
“Oh my god!” you screamed against his lips.
He suddenly began thrusting faster and harder and sloppier. You could tell he was close, his breath jagged against your ear. He repositioned your legs, his arms hooking underneath your knees and pushing them to your chest. He jackhammered into you, chasing his release and before he found his—the coil snapped at the pit of your stomach.
“Oh fuck,” Yoongi groaned as your walls clenched wildly around him. He pumped, one, two, three times before spilling his seed into you with a growl. Your orgasm continued to rack through your body, igniting every nerve with ecstacy. He pulled out and jerked off violently, continuing to cum all over your pussy, splurts landing on your stomach. You felt his warm seed leak out of your entrance and drip on the sheets as your walls constricted. Yoongi groaned at the sight, slapping his softening cock on your soiled folds and making you whimper. As your high hit you and then dwindled away from you, so did your consciousness and within a minute or two, you fell into the most relaxed, dreamless sleep.
*
The other side of your bed was cold the next morning and surprisingly, you succeeded at holding back the tears. You didn’t ask for anything other than sex, you couldn’t expect more than that. You laid there, staring at the ceiling, nailing those words into your brain, repeating them, thinking them over and over until you could swallow the lump in your throat.
You fished for your phone on your nightstand, slapping wildly until you felt your cool screen. Tapping your lock button, you were surprised to see a lot of texts, two from an unknown number and the rest from Yoongi. Your heart felt less heavy knowing he didn’t just sneak out of your bed without leaving a note. You decided to leave his texts for last.
Speedily typing in your passcode, you were embarrassed to see Safari open on a news google search of Min Yoongi. Before meeting him last night, you had heard through the grapevine he was back from shooting a film overseas—you had to verify that information and there was no way you could ask your best friend who was also his sister. You thanked the heavens you didn’t pull out your phone at all throughout the night. If anyone saw that, if Yoongi saw it—you didn’t know if you could have lived that down.
Still groggy and squinting at the brightness, you accidentally refreshed the page and froze for a moment. You really needed to clear some memory. You tapped around until it finally loaded on articles posted 5 hours ago and pictures of Yoongi at the airport posted 3 hours ago. The articles, however, were about you and Yoongi. You couldn’t believe it, your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. You tapped into the first article to read and it was just like any other tabloid, harping on about this new mystery girl in Min Yoongi’s life—also spotted canoodling in the club by an inside source. You shook your head and sighed at the shamelessness of the gossip and the intrusive photographs. Thankfully, Yoongi did a good job of hiding your face and was a pro at fending off paparazzi. Your identity was safe.
Next, you tapped into your messages from the unknown number and the content made you gasp.
unknown [11:19:am]:
u better hav gotten laid last night or next time i’m layin u myself ;)
unknown [11:21:am]:
it’s jungkook btw x
You giggled while thinking of a reply and how wrong Yoongi was. No matter how flirty or sleazy his front was, you knew he was a decent guy—surely, Yoongi knew that too otherwise they wouldn’t be best friends.
you [1:01pm]:
mission completed!!
couldn’t have done it without u, evil mastermind ;)
Biting your lip to prevent the stupid grin from spreading across your face, you stared at the messages for a minute, hoping to see the three little bubbles initidicating typing. They didn’t appear so you tapped out of his messages, moving to Yoongi’s. You took a deep breath, scrolling up to the first one.
DON’T txt when drunk [7:31am]:
i had a plane to catch
DON’T txt when drunk [7:32am]:
trust me, i wouldn’t have left like that if i didn’t…
last night wasn’t a one night stand, i promise
i really do have feelings for you, ____. i have for a while
DON’T txt when drunk [7:34am]:
we’ll figure this out
i’ll see you in a couple of months
You really didn’t know what to feel. You were willing to wait for him, of course you were—he was all you ever wanted and finally, you had him. You weren’t about to let him go. Although, you just wished so hard that it didn’t have to be so tricky, especially regarding the next text he sent.
DON’T txt when drunk [7:44am]:
oh and don’t tell my sister… not yet
And just as you read it, another text came through.
platonic loml [1:13pm]:
wtf were u doin w/ my brother at a club last night??
platonic loml [1:14pm]:
I kno ur the mystery girl bitch i helped u pick out that skirt remember
Fuck.
you [1:15pm]:
we were meeting up with a mutual friend
Your phone pinged almost immediately.
platonic loml [1:15pm]:
the fuck does that supposed to mean??
… are you….
you [1:15pm]:
NO
platonic loml [1:16pm]:
YOU TOTALLY ARE
you [1:16pm]:
???
platonic loml [1:17pm]:
DON’T PLAY DUMB!!
YOONGI FINALLY AGREED TO HOOK YOU UP AND THANK FUCK BC I’VE BEEN BEGGING HIM TO FOR YEARS BC I’M A GOOD FRIEND SO U NEED TO SPILL THE TEA!!!
YOU’RE FUCKING THIS MUTUAL FRIEND I KNOW IT!!!!
wHO IS HE?!?
You sighed. If you continued to deny her claim she’d only grow more persistent she was right and maybe, even put two and two together and realise it was her brother you were fucking. And you agreed with Yoongi that that couldn’t happen… not yet. Open on her messages, another message from unknown popped up at the top of your screen that read, “proud of you, lil babydoll ;)” and it gave you an idea. A terrible idea, but you did what you had to do. You typed out her reply without thinking it through and pressed send. You knew you were going to regret it. You definitely were going to regret it.
you [1:20pm]:
jeon jungkook…
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Namjoon Fanfiction
Heyyya….So I am ridiculously shy posting something like this on a public forum but hey...I suppose I need to show some confidence xP
So here I present the first part of a namjoon two shot inspired by a request given by @bts-smolarmy even though what was asked for is not what I’ve written? I think I went a little crazy and off topic but I hope she and all my readers and 49 followers enjoy!
The request: BTS werewolf au when they find their soulmate:
Okay..I am not going to say anything else...I am kinda all red in the face now...heres part 1...hopefully the second part will be up tomorrow :)
Part 2 :
‘’Babe…are you up?’’ I said buttoning up my shirt. I looked at her through the mirror, the black sheets were a stark contrast to the exposed skin of her shoulder, soft snores an amative disparity to the otherwise sensual scene. She looked ethereal, perhaps the embodiment of Aphrodite herself- just for me. I didn’t realise how long I stood beside the bed, starring at her as if I hadn’t spent the night with her in my arms. Her musky aroma- the smell of old books and vanilla beans- was a strong soporific, lulling me to sleep as I ran my fingers through her hair. The tangles in the locks fell apart as she described her work day, tension ebbing into sighs as she spoke of broken coffee machines and stolen lunches. Memories of our discussions were fresh in my mind but the rumble of a stomach directed my thoughts to the ever pressing problem. ‘’Sweetheart…?’’ I brought my hands to rest on the side of her face, trying my best not to startle her.
‘’Joon?’’ she mumbled, voice laden with sleep but curious nonetheless.
‘’I am going to get some food…just stay in bed okay? I’ll bring back some breakfast.’’
She nodded in agreement and proceeded to clasp my hand with her own, she pulled me down so as to place our entwined palms under her cheek- her favourite sort of pillow. ‘’Jagi…I really need to go.’’ I said, chuckling her actions. Her eyes fluttered open as she grasped the situation, realising my hunger was only getting stronger by the minute. After all, it wasn’t one to be satiated easily. Werewolves had an incredibly large appetite, and a plate of pasta with juice for dinner was not going to be abate me for the rest of the day. We ate regular meals, like everyone else, but once a week it was important to fully quench our thirst for meat. It took energy to run our bodies and strength, agility and hyperawareness were qualities that required heavy diets to maintain.
She let my palm slip from her grasp, albeit reluctantly- it was obvious she disliked the idea of sleeping in alone but the kiss that had been placed onto my hand was approval enough ‘’Okay…but be back soon alright?’’
‘’I’ll be back before you know it.’’ I said, straightening my posture. ‘’Oh and Jagi…Happy anniversary.’’ The last thing I noticed was her eyes widening at the discovery as I slipped out of the room and into the woods, transforming into my prime as I did.
I returned in an hour, a bag of pancakes, pastries and coffee in hand- ready to fill her empty stomach with the sugary goodness. Somehow, she had successfully brushed her teeth and had retreated to the couch for a mandatory early morning nap, her sleeping shorts hiked up to her ample hips as the creamy skin of her legs came into view. If only she knew the kind of thoughts she stirred in my soul.
‘’You’re home Joonie?’’ she sat up slowly, the smell of cinnamon rolls hitting her senses and awakening her completely.
‘’Yeah…I have breakfast. Hold on…I’ll just get plates.’’ I said, turning towards the kitchen, hoping her shirt would successfully find its way back across her torso- covering the biteable skin of her middle. My actions were held in their trance as she tugged onto the hem of my polo, pulling me towards her as she did. ‘’You okay Jagi?’’
She pushed me onto the sofa and straddled my hips, bringing her arms to my face as she did. The buttery pastries momentarily forgotten as she studied me intently ‘’you always look beautiful in the mornings.’’
I grinned at her compliment and brought my palms to rest on the tops of her thighs, fingers slipping through her top in an attempt to feel as much skin as possible. ‘’And you always look beautiful.’’
She blushed at my retort, but the smile only highlighted the cheekiness in her eyes. The flecks of gold mixed in with the darkest of browns shone brightly against the morning light. It was impossible to resist her and even more so when her hands found their way to my hair, threading and pulling against it. My lips found hers in an instant, tongue fighting its way into her cavern. She accepted the intrusion willingly, her form moulding into mine as she attempted to touch everything that belonged to her. The hands that had fought bravely against the soft skin at her hips lost in an instant as she let out a strangled moan, fingertips bruising the skin as they pressed into her flesh. God, it was as if I couldn’t get enough. Her mouth, the layered hair that tickled my cheeks as her inexperienced self tried to get more from the heated kiss, it was intoxication in its most effortless form. But I needed to stop before I hurt her, before I forced her to commit to something she wasn’t ready for. Breaking away from her warmth was a challenge I couldn’t give up on.
‘’Joonie?’’ she questioned, her lips swollen red from my own.
I focused on my heart rate, trying to normalise its beat- trying to distract myself from the strain against my jeans and her dishevelled appearance. ‘’We can’t.’’
‘’Yeah. Of course we can’t… It’s been a year. Do you not want to? Is it because I am not…like you?’’ she said, avoiding my eyes.
I was appalled at the thought…how could she possibly think I didn’t want her? Was it her own insecurity that prevented her from seeing how I looked at her? This was a nightmare. She didn’t even know how much I craved for her, how much I pined to be with her in every way. ‘’You think I don’t want to be with you?’’ I said, thrusting my hips upwards. The feel of my length against her core brought out a gasp and her eyes widened in understanding. ‘’I want you every minute I am with you. And I think of you every minute I am not. Please…I don’t want to hurt you. If we do this…if I give in to everything that is you…I won’t be able to back away from you. We’ll be soulmates. Bound till death do us part.'' she shook her head at the mention of death but I needed to clarify her thoughts. '' Do you know what that means? It means you can’t even think about leaving me. I won’t be able to let you go. You can’t leave, you can’t go to another country for work, no business trips. Nowhere without me. Are you ready for that? You’re only 23. You’re driven and you have a job that requires you to leave for multiple days at a time. I am not entirely sure…if I’ll be able to let you out of my sight…this isn’t about you….this is…just how it is…’’
‘’Namjoon…sweetheart. You don’t want to be with me because I won’t be able to go on business trips?’’ she whispered, the pain in her voice as clear as day. ‘’that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.’’
‘’I’ll hurt you. You aren’t ready for this. You have no idea how people change when they become soulmates…it’s…’’ I looked away from her beady eyes, unable to resist how they were drawing me in.
‘’Namjoon. We aren’t like your parents. They rushed into it too soon…they were teenagers. It was a mistake…they made a mistake. But this isn’t. We aren’t. I love you. Do you hear me? I want this. I want you.’’ She said, placing her fingers below my chin as she spoke. It was as if she knew me completely.
It was as if she knew my worries and fears before I let them consume me. I was the illegitimate production of a drunken night, my father- betrothed to another woman- left my mother to fend for herself. The embers of separation consuming her entirely just as she gave birth to her werewolf son. My mind fluttered to the images of my drunken father but they were quickly replaced, halted in their tracks as she kissed my forehead. ‘’It’ll never be anyone else for me. So if you seem willing…if you think you could…if you would just please…if you…’’ she said, unable to gather her wits.
I held my breath in anticipation, whimpering as I spoke ‘’If I could what?’’
Her eyes trained onto mine again, the freckles around her cheekbones dusting pink with colour as she enunciated her request, confidence in every shy word she breathed. ‘’If you could make love to me…’’
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