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In Your Web || jjk (m)
"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."
🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)
🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au
🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?
🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)
🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D
🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.
🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star
They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!
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SBaFL universe | bts masterlist
The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.
Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.
The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.
College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.
After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.
As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.
The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.
The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.
“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.
Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.
“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.
“How much do you think I could make off of it?”
Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.
“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.
“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”
“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.
“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”
Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.
“What do you-”
Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.
Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.
After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body.
The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.
Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear.
“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.
Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue.
Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.
Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.
“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his.
Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.
“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.
“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”
Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”
You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers.
Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.
His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.
When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.
“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”
“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.
“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”
“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.
“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”
You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.
“Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.
“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.
Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.
“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.
You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.
It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously.
“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.
Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”
“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.
Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.
Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.
“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.
You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?
“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.
“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.
Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.
“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.
You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.
“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.
Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.
“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.
“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”
He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.
“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.
A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.
“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.
Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”
“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.
You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race.
“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”
“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.
“Someone has to be,” you kid.
“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.
“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.
“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.
You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”
You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.
“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky.
Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.
“Do you forgive me?” you asked.
After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.
“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.
“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”
Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.
Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.
Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.
Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.
With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.
“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.
“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”
“Jungk-”
He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.
“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.
Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body.
You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.
The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.
Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.
“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.
Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.
“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.
You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.
Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.
“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.
Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.
“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.
You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.
“You may.”
Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.
He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.
His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.
Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.
Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.
You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.
One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.
“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.
You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.
Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”
You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.
“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”
Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.
Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”
“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”
You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.
“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.
“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.
“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”
For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting.
“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.
“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.
“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.
“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”
“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”
Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”
You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.
“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.
You listened to him silently.
“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”
Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.
“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”
You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.
“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.
“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”
“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up.
To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.
“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”
A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.
“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”
“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”
You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.
“You did not just-”
“You have the right to remain silent-”
“You’re not a police officer.”
Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”
You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.
“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.
Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”
Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.
“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.
Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.
Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.
Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.
Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.
“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.
As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.
“On.”
Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.
“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.
“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”
Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.
“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.
Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.
You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.
Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.
“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.
Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”
Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.
Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.
You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.
Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.
Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.
“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.
You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.
“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?
“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.”
There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.
Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”
Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”
“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.
“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered.
Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.
“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.
“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”
His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question.
Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.
Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.
“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.
“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.
“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”
“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”
You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.
Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.
Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.
He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.
Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt.
Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.
He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.
“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling.
Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.
You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.
“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”
“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.
“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.
You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.
Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy.
A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.
“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.
Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.
Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.
“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.
“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.
His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.
“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.
“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.
At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.
Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.
Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.
Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.
Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.
You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.
“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.
“Y-yes,” you agreed.
“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.
Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.
“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.
Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.
“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”
“Please,” you begged.
“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky.
“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”
Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.
“That, I can do,” he chuckled.
He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.
Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.
You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.
He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.
Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.
“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”
The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got.
“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.
“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.
Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.
Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.
Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.
A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.
Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.
Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.
You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.
Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple.
While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.
“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.
“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.
You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.
Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.
Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.
“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.
“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”
You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.
Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.
He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.
“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.
He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.
You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.
“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.
“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.
Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.
Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.���
You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.
Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips.
He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.
Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.
When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.
His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.
Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.
“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.
“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.
Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.
“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”
“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.
“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”
“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”
“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.
Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.
“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.
Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.
The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.
“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.
“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.
“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.
Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.
You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.
“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”
Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.
“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.
“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”
“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”
“Okay.”
Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.
“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.
“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”
“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.
“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”
You laughed, nudging him to scold him.
“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”
Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”
“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.
You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.
“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.
“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.
You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”
“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.
“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response.
After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”
Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.
“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”
“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.
Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.
“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.
“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.
You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.
“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”
At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.
“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.
Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.
“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.
“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”
“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.
“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.
“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”
“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.
Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.
“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.
Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.
“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.
You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.
“Okay.”
You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.
“You’re a menace,” he huffed.
“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.
Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.
“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
You smiled at him.
“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.
“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.
You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.
“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.
You nodded.
Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.
“Did you drive here?”
“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.
“Yn, I told you not-”
“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.
“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”
Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.
Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.
“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.
Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.
“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.
“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.
By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.
Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.
Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.
Love Bug 4:09am
i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight
A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.
Menace (loving) 4:16am
I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌
Love Bug 4:20am
its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead
Menace (loving) 4:22am
Maybe soon?
Love Bug 4:25am
i can make that happen
Love Bug 4:25am
now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow
Menace (loving) 4:26am
Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊
Love Bug 4:27am
good morning (;
You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.
When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.
Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.
He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.
You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.
This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.
Class was about to start soon.
Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.
Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.
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↣ Summary: You were never one to back down from a bet. When your friends found out Kim Taehyung was the only male virgin on campus, they dare you to try and sleep with him by the end of the school year. What you didn’t expect was to fall for the sweet dweeb.
💋 Two: Truth or Dare
↣ Genre: Social media au, Fluff, Smut, Angst
↣ Pairing: Virgin Nerd!Taehyung x Popular!Reader
↣ Warnings: Drinking, smoking, bullying (which is NOT cool), slight dry humping,
↣ Word Count:
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AN: Thank you to the AMAZING @outromoni for the banner. My first time requesting for someone else to make a banner and I was not disappointed!
Taehyung hates parties.
He hates just being in crowds of more than ten people. Hell, even ten is iffy.
He has his small group of IRL friends, and he would like to keep it that way, but he also knew if he didn’t come to this stupid party then Seokjin would come into his dorm and drag him out.
At least this way he was more likely to be wearing pants and not his tighty whities.
“You could have at least tried to dress nicely.”
“I did.” Taehyung rolls his eyes at Seokjin. What was wrong with what he was wearing?
“Just because those black jeans have holes on purpose and are not accidental doesn’t mean you are dressed up. And the Naruto shirt? Really?”
“Well, what do you want from me?” He whines. “I didn’t want to go to this thing in the first place!”
“You gotta admit,” Jungkook chimes in from the backseat of the car, “for him this is dressed up. He could have been wearing his hentai hoodie like he does in class.”
Taehyung shrugs. “It’s the best way to get people to leave me alone. No one wants to talk to the weirdo in the anime hoodie.”
“For the last time, Taehyung, you are not a weirdo. There are a ton of people that are into anime like us, but not everyone shows it.”
Seokjin always tried everything he could to make Taehyung feel as normal as possible, but nothing was ever going to make the ringing voice in his head go away. He was strange, normal, and no one wanted him around.
Trees and houses rushed by as he continues to stare out the window. Solids turn into shapes, making Taehyung wish he could turn into one as well. Then he wouldn’t have to face the horror that was about to come.
“We’re here.”
The party was already in full swing by the time Seokjin pulled up to Jackson’s frat house. People were crowding the lawn, most were drunk, and others were high or some combination of the two, music poured out of every window, Taehyung could feel the base even from within the car. Everything about the sight before him was terrifying and his hands started sweating from the anxiety bubbling up in his throat.
Suddenly the car door opens, scaring Taehyung. Jungkook smiles at his friend and places a hand on his shoulder, the act comforting and familiar. “Hey don’t worry. It’ll be alright.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Taehyung’s eyes scan Jungkook’s body and attire, while to most that would be gay, to them it was just a natural thing. A natural thing to appreciate how attractive your best friend could be. Jeon Jungkook was by far the most attractive of their friend group (though he would never tell Seokjin that). Jungkook normally wore sweats and oversized hoodies, but when he was going out, he basically turned into Cinderella.
Well, more of a Cinderfella with well-fitting skinny jeans that hug his thighs and short sleeve shirts which shows off just how many hours he spends at the gym and his many many tattoos.
“I’ll be right by your side.”
“Promise?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and grabs Taehyung’s arm, yanking him out of the car, never really giving an answer. Taehyung knew he wouldn’t stay with him the entire time, that it was just something he said to get him out of the car, but when it happens, he will take the opportunity to sneak out and find a way back to the dorms.
He didn’t have much time to plan his escape as the loud sounds surrounded him.
How can people be in these kinds of conditions?! Taehyung thought as Jungkook weaved his way through the bodies and to the kitchen, the smell of alcohol and weed made him almost gag.
Looking around he saw some familiar faces, all from his classes, but most of them were strangers.
Strangers.
Strangers made Taehyung’s skin crawl, never being the biggest fan of them, unless he was at a convention. There the strangers were just like him. Here they weren’t.
Something cold and wet was pressed into Taehyung’s hand and he saw that Jungkook had handed him a red solo cup full of a brown liquid. Taehyung eyed it before bringing it to his nose. He gagged for real when the pungent smell of beer hit him in the face.
Jungkook laughs as he takes the cup back from him and places it on the counter. “Sorry! I thought it was coke.”
“You did that on purpose, jerk.”
“Just thought maybe some liquid courage would loosen you up.” Jungkook shrugs before taking a sip from the solo cup. “Come on, I think Seokjin went to the living room.”
“Do we have to?”
“Yes.”
Taehyung groans as Jungkook takes him from the kitchen back into the crowd, something he seemed to be doing repeatedly tonight.
Note to self: kill Jungkook and Seokjin.
Jungkook stopped just short of a group of people standing in a circle, a game of suck and blow going on. From what he could see there was Seokjin and a few people he recognized from class.
The paper went from Seokjin to Jimin, from Jimin to Hoseok, from Hoseok to Yoongi, from Yoongi to you, but when you went to pass it to Jackson, the paper fell, and his lips met yours. A loud cheer erupted from the group as he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss.
You pulled away with a laugh, pushing Jackson lightly. “You did that on purpose!”
“What can I say?” Jackson laughed, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively, “You are just too much of a good kisser for me to pass that up.”
“Dick.” You roll your eyes with a smile on your face. “Well now that that game is over, who wants to play truth or dare?”
Truth or dare was normally a child’s game, but around here it was a party tradition saved for when you were all at your drunkest.
Always more fun that way.
“Truth or dare?” Taehyung whispered, “What are we? Five?”
“Sounds like fun though. Come on.” Jungkook waved at Seokjin who smiled and waved the two men over.
Once Jungkook and Taehyung took a seat beside Seokjin, he got everyone’s attention.
“Hey guys remember when I said I was going to get some of my gaming friends to come?”
“Yeah, your nerd friends.”
The group laughed at Jimin’s words.
You laughed at Jimin’s words.
Laughed at Taehyung.
He could feel himself shrinking, wanting to run away. His palms sweat, heart raced, and his chest constricted.
“Come off it, Jimin.” A female voice cut through the laughter. “That wasn’t called for.”
Seokjin smiled while Jimin rolled his eyes, “Thanks Hinata.”
“Holy crap!” Jungkook whispered to Taehyung, “She’s hot AND has the same name as your waifu!”
Taehyung looked over to Hinata and saw an IRL anime girl, something he never thought existed.
Hinata Yamada was the new Japanese transfer student Taehyung had heard about, but never saw until now. Dark hair pulled into two cute space buns, sailor moon earrings dangling from each ear, dark brown eyes behind a pair of fake Hello Kitty glasses. His eyes wandered down to see she was wearing a pink choker with a heart in the middle, an oversized sailor chibi moon sweater, light purple jean skirt with a pink chain and Kuromi buttons on the side.
Taehyung dared to venture further to find she also was wearing bow garters, one pink and one purple, white lace stockings, and pink platform lolita boots.
She seemed more of an outgoing girl than the shy Hinata he was used to seeing on his computer screen, but he welcomed the change.
When Taehyung looked back up at her face, she was already staring at him, a confident smirk stretched across her lips causing his face to flush.
She knew he had been checking her out, though didn’t seem put off by his wandering eyes.
“These are my friends, Jungkook and Taehyung.”
“Nice to meet you guys.” Namjoon smiled and waved them over, “Come sit.”
Taehyung went to sit beside Seokjin, but Jungkook dove in, stealing the spot with a smirk. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to figure out why he did that. The only other spot was next to Hinata.
Yeah. Definitely kill Jungkook.
He sat beside Hinata on a small couch, apologizing for the tight squeeze due to his large size and pressing against the arm of the couch.
“I like your shirt.” Hinata smiled at Taehyung and he just chuckled awkwardly.
“So!” Jackson claps his hands together, rubbing them mischievously, “Yoongi. Truth or dare?”
It had only been an hour into the game and Jimin had already kissed half the people in the circle, Taehyung was spared, but Jungkook got a big kiss on the lips, though it didn’t seem like he minded.
Every time someone had chosen truth instead of dare, the person had to take a shot, leaving them not to link truth later on in the game. Taehyung hadn’t picked dare once out of fear of what they would tell him to do, so he was more than a little tipsy, but that just made him slightly more comfortable sitting next to Hinata.
“Taehyung,” one of the girls pointed her long nail at him, “truth or dare?”
“Truth.” He hiccupped.
The group groaned loudly, but Taehyung only shrugged and grabbed another shot of alcohol, burning his throat as it went down.
He will never get used to the sensation of alcohol.
“Fine.” The girl grumbled, thinking of what she could ask him. After about a minute she broke into a sly smile. “Are you a virgin?”
Oooosss and laughter erupted as Taehyung choked on his drink, his cheeks flushed. Why was THAT the question she asked?! Of all things?!
“Well?” The girl rested her head in her hand, eyes narrowing teasingly at him. “Are you?”
“I I I I I….”
All eyes were on him.
Your eyes were on him.
Hinata’s eyes were on him.
They all waited for Taehyung to answer and didn’t seem like they were just going to let it go and move on. He was going to have to answer.
“Y yes…”
“I knew it!” The girl screeched and thrusted her hand towards her friend who had thrown her head back in frustration, “Pay up Jennifer!”
They were taking bets on him. Of course they were. Why would they care if he was a human with feelings?
There was a light feeling on Taehyung’s leg and when he looked, Hinata's worried face greeted him. “You okay?”
No. “Yeah I’m fine.”
“My trn! My run!” Jimin slurred while throwing his entire body over Jungkook’s lap, giggling like a mad man. “Y/n! Trth or drrr.”
How anyone could still understand him was amazing, but somehow you did because you answered dare. Jimin giggled more at your answer, a large drunk smile on his face.
“I dare you tooooo~” His eyes scanned the group of people and stopped when they reached Taehyung, “Give the virgin a lap dance!”
“Now hold on,” Seokjin scolded the drunk man, “that’s not fair to Taehyung. Pick another dare.”
“No way! I wanna see her give the virgin a lap dance!” Jimin whined before throwing his arms in the air, nearly smacking Jungkook in the face. “Lap dance! Lap dance! Lap dance!”
His drunk chanting prompted the entire group, even those who weren’t participating in truth or dare, to join in.
Taehyung couldn’t process what was happening. Everything was blurry, everything except for you. His heart raced as you shrug and make your way over to him, almost choking when you took a seat upon his lap, his cock already starting to harden at the proximity.
“Y y y y you don’t h h have to-“
“Shhh~” You placed a finger on his lips, “just enjoy.”
Taehyung didn’t even get a chance to respond before you started rocking your hips back and forth against his crotch, a small whine leaving him.
You were so soft and smelled sweet. God, he felt like he could get lost in the feel of you, but a snicker beside him brought him back to reality and without meaning to, Taehyung shoved you off him, wincing a little as you hit the floor hard.
“N no! I I’m sorry! I I I I I…” He couldn’t. This was too much for him to handle. He had to get out of there. Quickly, Taehyung hopped up and ran for the door, not stopping as Seokjin called after him.
“Oooo! Rejected!” Hoseok laughed at you.
You glare at him, “Shut up! I didn’t get rejected.”
“Oh, you definitely did.”
“Yoongi you were supposed to be on my side!” You huff and stand, dusting off your shorts. You weren’t rejected by that fucking virgin, no way in hell!
Yoongi shrugs. “I mean it’s not like you can make him fall for you.”
“Is that a bet?”
“How about a dare.”
“Now that is a dare,” you smirk, crossing your arms over your chest, “I make that fucking virgin fall for me and fuck him so hard that when I drop him it’ll break him.”
“Y/n that’s not cool.”
“Shut up, Hinata. You are new and no one fucking asked you. I will break that guy if it’s the last thing I do.”
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Priority || jjk
"Jungkook's too addicted to the chase."
🕷️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)
🕷️ Rating/Genre: NC-17; Angst, action, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au
🕷️ Warning(s): A burning building is part of the story; there's nothing else that I believe is triggering but let me know
🕷️ Word count: 3.0k
🕷️ Beta: @hoebii (Thank you for always being so eager to beta my works! You make me so happy and your feedback makes me smile! My heart go boom boom for you c; )
🕷️ Storyline: Before Tangled Thoughts; can be read as a stand-alone
🕷️ Author’s Note: An easy read before my schedule gets hectic. Wanted to write some events before TT for the first time ^-^ Also, my SBaFL survey is still open if you were still interested in sharing your opinions—answers are 100% anonymous and you're not required to answer ALL the questions. My ask is always open with suggestions on what you want to see from this couple (reminder: doesn't mean it will happen but it may). Thank you for supporting this mini-universe!
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Jungkook had taken one step towards his home after webbing a robber when another police car sped past him. It was soon followed by a fire truck—sirens and lights blaring. The better part of him told him he should leave. He’s been on patrol, compromising all the criminals, for four hours straight.
But one more wouldn’t hurt.
Jungkook glanced down at the robber by his feet to admire his handy work. He ignored the steaming glare the man was sending him and gave himself a nod of approval. Despite the exhaustive day he’s had, his steps still had a bounce to them as he walked backwards.
“I called you a ride; they should be here any seco- Ah! Perfect!” He cheered when a police car skidded to a stop next to them. The policeman looked at Jungkook with a mixture of annoyance and approbation. Jungkook was used to getting looks like these. Were the police supposed to feel grateful for Jungkook’s help or were they supposed to feel abashed that a kid was doing their job—perhaps even better?
Jungkook didn’t dwell on their internal turmoil and greeted the man with a smile, despite his mask concealing it.
“Good evening, officer! I’m on my way to help your other pals, but here’s the guy you’re looking for. Bye Mr. Officer; bye Mr. Criminal!”
Jungkook didn’t wait for the policeman to respond and hastily webbed himself into the air. As he did so, a second police car roamed by. He was quick to follow the car’s path—swinging between buildings with ease. He added a few flips and enjoyed the way his heart quickened at the adrenaline rush. He couldn’t suppress the desire to shout his happiness into the air. His hollers were swallowed by the wind that gushed around him as he swung through the city.
He wondered if this is how birds felt up in the sky. The freedom he felt was refreshing. Regardless of the danger he was putting himself in, he felt carefree and free of the world’s trouble (ironically). Each swing had his heart swell with excitement and joy. The thrill was addicting and he never wanted to lose these abilities. At first, they felt like a curse, but now they were a gift. He felt it gave him a purpose for once.
He could finally be somebody.
The police car he was following haphazardly came to halt. Jungkook slowed his swing as he took in the scene in front of him.
It was utter chaos.
You regretted wearing shoes that were a size too small.
You reasoned that “beauty was pain,” but right now, you felt that statement was made for masochists who secretly enjoyed the pain and used feeling pretty as a cover-up. If it weren’t for your fear of germs, you would have taken your shoes off and stood on the concrete with your bare feet. Instead, you leaned against a nearby fence to take off some pressure on your feet. It wasn’t much, but it helped slightly.
The massive golf ball with its wide grin above you was mocking. You glared at the miniature golf’s logo with envy. The pain in your feet was sucking all the happiness from you that the thought of smiling made your lips twitch into a snarl.
It’s been ten minutes since Jungkook was supposed to meet you. He usually arrived five minutes early whenever he met you, but this was the eleventh time he wasn’t early. Perhaps he was busy with homework. It was nearing the end of the semester, so it’s understandable if he was caught up with studying. At least, that was what his other ten explanations were about.
You hated how the thought of him seeing someone else slithered inside your mind. After seeing him bat away all the attention he received when he came back this year, it was clear he wasn’t interested in them the way he was interested in you. Jealousy faded when you realized he wasn’t straying from you despite all the options being thrown at him. However, lately, making excuses seems to be a new skill he’s acquired over the past few months.
Jungkook rarely told you lies. It wasn’t like him to be so secretive around you, so this sudden change had the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. Something was off, but you refused to accept the possibility that he was cheating on you. He was loyal to you. Of course, he was. His heart was too pure to be stained with such an act.
Worried he might have gotten into an accident on the way here, you pulled out your phone to dial his number. You pulled your jacket tighter to your body as a strong gust of wind slammed against you. Listening to the dial tone, you took in the multicolored sky. You could spot the hint of orange creeping from the horizon. The clouds were shaped like cotton candy and the birds—
Turned into a man?
You squinted at the strange figure in the middle of the sky. There was a thin string emitting from their wrist while their feet touched with their knees apart. The sound of the phone ringing faded as it dawned on you who that was. You heard people calling them the “Wall-Crawling Bug.” It was your first time seeing them in person. You couldn’t lie and say they didn’t impress you. While there were mixed opinions about the new vigilante, you appreciated their courage to assist in bringing down the crime rate in Seoul.
You didn’t realize the call was going to voicemail until you heard the familiar beep, indicating for you to leave a message.
“H-hey Koo, I was just calling to make sure you’re okay. I’m at Gimmie Par already. Did you get caught up with homework again? Please call me back or let me know where you are,” you hung up the call and frowned when the time appeared on your screen. It’s been twenty-three minutes since you arrived. Your chest felt heavy, but you tried to ignore the sinking feeling.
This is just a phase.
Once finals are over, everything will go back to normal. You and Jungkook will have more downtime for each other. You just needed to be patient for six more weeks. You nodded at your own pep talk, reassuring yourself. You inhaled a deep breath before letting it out slowly. The weight on your chest felt lighter.
“Yn!” A familiar voice shouted. Your head shot up to see who called you, a smile already forming on your lips in anticipation to see who you hoped was your boyfriend.
Jungkook could already feel the heat emitting from the flames before he landed.
His eyes roamed the scene quickly, determining which direction was best to enter. The building appeared to be a clothing store. He wasn’t sure where the fire started but he figured that shouldn’t be his concern at the moment. There were still people inside from what he could gather. Without another thought, he webbed himself through a shattered window, feeling the heat from the flames graze his legs.
The flames were quick to consume the clothes on the racks. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against the fire. It was growing too fast to stop it in time to save anyone.
“Where are you?” He shouted, trying to use his voice only when needed so he didn’t have to inhale too much smoke.
“Here!” Voices shouted from a room to his left. The door was closed and he knew once he opened it, he wouldn’t have much time to get them out.
“How many of you are there?” He shouted as something crashed to the floor behind him. He eyed the door handle as he spoke. He knew it would be hot, but his suit should allow him not to get burned.
There were a few coughs before someone replied, “Two!”
“Okay,” he said through his own cough. “When I come in, both of you hold onto me.”
He gave them a second to digest his words before he counted down from three. Seconds after he swung the door open, one male and one female clung onto his slender form. He hadn't carried two people at once before, but he wasn’t sure if he had enough time to come back. His eyes darted across the room, found a path, and quickly swung through it. His swinging was slowed from the weight but he was able to make his way through it successfully. As soon as he was out of the building, the two people let him go. He was floored with thank yous until a frantic voice erupted through the crowd.
“Where’s my sister?” The man screamed, head turning side to side in search of his sister. When none of the survivors came forward, Jungkook knew something wasn’t right. The man’s eyes were wide in fear. He began making his way towards the flaming building, ready to risk his life to save his sister. Jungkook’s arm raised across the stranger’s chest. The man’s heart-shaped lips transformed from a deep frown to a scowl. Jungkook could see the determination in his eyes, but he wasn’t going to allow a civilian to go into the building.
Before he could hear the man scream at him, Jungkook made his way into the burning building once again.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” He shouted, hurriedly traveling through the building, looking for any rooms he had missed. The store wasn’t big, but some areas were already blocked from the fire. He strained his ears, waiting for a reply that didn’t come.
Jungkook’s heart was racing. He wasn’t going to last long in the building since the smoke was growing heavier.
Suddenly, a closed door came into view. It was near the changing rooms, flames making their way to block the entrance. This had to be it. Without another word, he threw the door open. Laying on the floor was a young girl. His eyes quickly scanned the room, making sure there weren’t any other people. Luckily, it was only the young lady.
Jungkook scooped her up in his arms. Her eyes were heavy, breathing shallow, but still conscious. She was coughing and Jungkook could hear how hoarse her voice was. If she were screaming, her throat wouldn't allow it to be loud anyway. Jungkook her tightly to his body as he maneuvered his way throughout the collapsing building.
As soon as he exited, the man came rushing to his side along with the paramedics. She was taken from his grasp and transferred onto a stretcher. Her brother followed, repeating that he was there and she was going to be okay. In his rush, something fell from his wrist. Jungkook quickly leaned down and picked up the item. It was a threaded bracelet with the letters JHS strung on it.
“Hey wait!” Jungkook called and rushed to the ambulance. He held the bracelet up to the man, who was climbing into the vehicle. The man whipped his head up and widened his eyes when he saw his missing bracelet. He grabbed the item from Jungkook’s hand and stuffed it in his pocket.
“Thank you,” the man said with so much sincerity it made Jungkook’s heart clench. This wasn’t the first time he’s been told this, but the man’s voice affected him differently.
“Thank you for everything. You’re doing good work,” the man continued, giving him a small bow before sitting next to his sister. The doors shut before Jungkook could reply. He watched as the ambulance sped away.
The adrenaline pumping through Jungkook’s veins had him feeling jittery. Before the police could interact with him, he webbed himself onto a nearby building. His breathing was heavy and he quickly sat down, leaning back on his hands as he let his head hang backwards. He felt lucky he was able to get everyone out. He knows there is going to be a time where he can’t save everyone, but he’ll always try to. He just hopes his fear doesn’t come to fruition.
You tried your hardest to not let your smile falter at the sight of Jimin. Jimin was followed by Taehyung and Namjoon, who had matching smiles on their faces. Although you had come for Jungkook, Jimin insisted you hang out with them until Jungkook showed up.
One talent your friends had was the ability to get you to forget about your troubles. Even if it were only for five minutes. Your disappointment grew with each minute that ticked by. The laughs you shared with your friends were half-full. The thought of not laughing with Jungkook lingering in your mind caused your forming smile to falter quickly. You wished it was him you were here with. This was meant to be a time you could rekindle your feelings. Although your feelings never diminished, you couldn’t stop the seed of thought that he was growing in a different direction. That he was beginning to detach from you but wasn’t sure how to tell you.
Your friends drove you home that night. They sang loudly with the windows rolled down in hopes to see you smile. It worked slightly, but they knew your thoughts were elsewhere.
On your way home, you could’ve sworn you saw the vigilante swinging from the rooftops in the direction you were coming from, but the sight was fleeting. You wondered if they ever felt trapped in their own thoughts. They were human after all, right? Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they felt on top of the world with no worries in sight. Free as the bird you had mistaken them for earlier. How blissful that would be.
Your phone lit up in the dark car as you checked your notifications. It shouldn’t surprise you that the name you were hoping to see wasn’t there.
“Yn,” a soft voice called to you. “It’ll all work out somehow.” Your eyes glanced up to see Namjoon offering you his kind smile. You returned it weakly, giving him a small nod even though you weren’t sure if things would work out.
Although you’ve been suppressing your truest thoughts, they were seeping through the cracks. It was becoming more difficult to shove them under the rug as time passed. You didn’t want to cling onto false hope, but you wanted to cling onto Jungkook. Lately, it’s been a guessing game. Would he show up late or on time? Would he show up at all? At one point, the answer was obvious, but now it all seemed foggy. Jungkook was becoming the mystery you never thought you’d have to solve.
It wasn’t until he overheard a couple at his next crime location that he remembered the date.
He quickly soaked up the praises he received from those who he just saved before he was darting into the sky. After having broken three phones from bringing them on his patrol, he decided to leave the device at home. He could have stopped by his home because he didn’t doubt you had rung him, but he figured if you were still at the golf area, that would be better and quicker. He didn’t want to make two trips: one to his house and one to the putt-putt area.
He had grabbed his stashed backpack from the familiar alleyway, changing before he got close to Gimmie Par. It wasn’t long before he found out you had left. The employee he had asked told him he had seen you leave with three other people who appeared to be your friends. While Jungkook was glad you weren’t alone, the guilt inside his chest grew.
Jungkook was tossing his backpack on his bedroom floor when he dialed your number. Your voice was groggy when you answered.
“Are you okay?” Were the first words that came from your end. Jungkook was taken aback, confused on why you were asking.
“I’m fin- Actually, no, I’m not. I’m not okay. I’m so sorry about tonight,” he stumbled over his words. His heart was pounding. He recalled the numerous times he’s had to have this call. It was easy to imagine this would be the last one considering you could end this. He couldn’t blame you if you did after standing you up several times, but he was too selfish to let you go. He needed you, even if he didn’t show it.
“Yeah,” you murmured. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t really, but the saying fell from your lips before you could stop it. It was just so easy to forgive him. Though, the pang in your chest was evident in your voice and contrasted your words.
“I should go, Jungkook,” you said before he could answer. “Talk to you tomor-“
“Wait,” Jungkook interrupted hurriedly before you could hang up. “I can come over. We can talk.”
“It’s too late,” you replied.
Jungkook paused, mind whirling with what you meant by that. Perhaps he was overthinking. That was it. He was just thinking too much about your reply. Yet, the unsettling feeling didn’t cease.
“Too late to come over or too late for us?” Jungkook gulped, palms becoming sweaty as he waited for your answer. He really wanted to sneak out to your home, but he was too nervous you’d kick him out. You probably wouldn’t, however, he didn’t want to test it.
A sigh came from the other line. “Jungkook, I’m really tired. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?”
It wasn’t a direct answer to his question like he wished for. Though since Jungkook didn’t want to believe it was the latter, he made himself believe you were truly too tired and it was truly too late to go over.
“O-Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he stuttered and before he could say goodbye, the line went dead.
Jungkook bowed his head, muttering incoherent sentences as he scolded himself for the nth time. His gaze locked onto his backpack where his suit was in. Had he gone home when he planned, he would’ve remembered the date. He could’ve been early, for the first time in three months. He could’ve seen your bright smile. He could’ve stolen kisses after you got a good score. Yet, he got caught up behind the mask.
No matter how many times he told himself he wouldn’t let Spider-Man control his life, he couldn’t stop joining the chases.
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Tonight || ksj
“People say your duty is to your heart rather than your head, but what happens when Seokjin’s heart is torn in two?”
💕 Pairing: idol!Seokjin x Reader(gn)
💕 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Fluff, angst, established relationship au, idol au
💕 Warning(s): Extremely soft Seokjin 😤
💕 Word Count: 1.9k
💕 Beta: @joyfulhopelox (Your feedback was incredible and I loved all the details in your review. You did so well and I’m honored to have had you beta my work! Thank you for being my extra eyes.)
💕 Projects: @btscreatorscorner‘s June “BTS” workshop and BCC Summer Games (POV activity)
💕 Author’s Note: Can you believe I’m still in this writer’s funk? 😭 This is me trying to get out of that. I normally write from “Y/N” POV with a female reader, but I tried something new! Thanks for being patient with me as I try to find my creative juices again. Also, can I just brag and say I love the banner I made for this. IT’S SO PRETTY D: Shout out to Tonight by Seokjin aka one of my favorite songs okay bye enjoy.
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Seokjin knew better.
He knew better than to indulge in something so selfish—something so dangerously addictive. But how could he not? How could he not stay, arms snaked around your waist and nose buried in the nape of your neck? Your familiar scent filled his senses and he could feel his head become dizzy
Dizzy from your touch, your smell, your warmth.
The vibration emitted from your body told him you had said something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t decipher it. He couldn’t hear over the thumping in his chest or the angel on his shoulder yelling at him to leave now. Nevertheless, he hummed softly at your words.
Jin never imagined to have fallen so deeply so fast. Within a week of his month-long vacation, he had found you. It was your first day on the job and you were scrambling to complete his 7-drinks-and-7-pastries order alone. Luckily he was the only one in line, but your trainer decided you had had enough experience to leave you alone for five minutes while he took a call. It turns out that you didn’t have enough experience and Jin was sure you had put caramel in an iced americano by accident. Seokjin had felt bad and tried to decrease the number of items in his order to help, but you refused. You were determined to fully complete it and show you were capable of the job.
Something about your downturned lips and knitted eyebrows as you concentrated, lit a flame inside Jin’s chest. When he realized this was a losing battle, he attempted to cheer you up with a cheesy pun. It was the smile you beamed at him that got his breath caught in his throat. He suddenly was thankful he had lost at rock-paper-scissors.
His eyes fluttered closed as he pursed his plump lips against your soft skin. Your back was pressed against his chest. His kisses slowly traveled upwards toward your jaw as he engraved this moment in his memories. Your hands glided across his honey-skinned arms until your palms were resting on the back of his hands. Your fingers interlaced with his crooked ones, quiet giggles leaving your lips when Jin kissed the spot behind your ear. The sound made his heart tingle and he kissed the same spot to elicit the beautiful noise again.
He reluctantly pulled his mouth from you as you turned your head. The corner of your eyes crinkled slightly when your lips morphed into a smile. His hands involuntarily squeezed your sides at the sight. The fluorescent kitchen lights didn’t do justice to your breathtaking eyes.
It was then he decided he would succumb to you.
He was scheduled to leave for a year-long tour tomorrow. It was insensitive to keep you next to him when he knew he would have to depart in a few hours. However, he couldn’t find the strength to leave your small apartment. The warmth from your body was soothing. He was never supposed to fall for someone while still an idol. He had told himself that he’d settle down officially once he retired. He wanted to be able to put all his attention on his significant other and the family he hoped to build with them.
He was tempted to break it off with you before he departed so you weren’t left waiting for him, but he couldn’t let you go. He was too smitten to let you slip through his fingers like sand. Was it selfish to have you wait for him? Probably. Was he going to do anything about it? He had thought of one thing, though that included retiring early and he couldn’t abandon his brothers with such short notice.
But weren’t you worth it?
He knew you must have noticed the small furrow of his brows as he fought with himself mentally. You gently rested your palm against his cheek, twisting slightly in his arms to do so. His head tilted into your touch.
“You’re going to short-circuit with all the thinking you’re doing,” you teased and pecked another kiss on his lips. His eyes focused on yours, lips twitching at your comment but not forming their usual smile. Sighing silently, you turned in his grasp to face him properly. You raised your hands to rest on his shoulders while he placed his on your hips. He gently tugged your body closer until your chests were together. Feeling your body close to his always brought him comfort. And he could use that a lot right now.
“I don’t think I should go,” he murmured. Although his eyes were on yours, he wasn’t truly seeing you.
“How come?” You questioned. He knew you knew the answer, but asked regardless to allow him to talk about his worries with you. You both have had this conversation before, but he was still caught up on making a decision—leaving you or leaving his members.
“It’s too long of a wait. You’re going to get bored or upset or-”
“And what if I don’t?”
Jin shook his head and tore his gaze away from yours. “It’s inevitable. A year is too long away from each other. We haven’t even been together for a full month. We haven’t had the chance to really learn about each other. What if you forget about me? What if you realize this isn’t worth it?”
He understood these words were not new to you, yet you listened patiently as he voiced his concerns. He was grateful you allowed him the opportunity. He was sure you stayed up all night the day he told you about who he was, debating on these same issues. Could you truly wait for a man you’ve only known for three weeks? He thought the short time was crazy, but he has heard of people proposing three days into their relationship, so maybe he wasn’t so insane to feel so strongly about a person he barely knew.
You were unique.
You played his heartstrings in ways that no one else had, creating a song solely meant for you both. It was mesmerizing, and he held onto this feeling as he hoped your decision was to wait for him.
“It’s a possibility,” you replied truthfully. “But we’re not going to know if we don’t try. You could forget about me and realize it isn’t worth it, too, you know? With your busy schedule and countless people you run into... There could easily be another person you come across and see them as better than me.”
Jin was quick to disagree, “Not likely.”
“But you don’t know that,” you said almost in a sing-song manner. You playfully tapped the tip of his nose in hopes to keep the conversation light despite the serious topic.
Jin stayed silent as he mulled over his thoughts again.
“Are you willing to try?” You asked and ran your hands along the expanse of his shoulders. His shoulders relaxed under your touch when he realized how tense he was.
There were a lot of possibilities that he didn’t like. One, you could break things off faster than he can say butter. Two, his mood may not be up to par and affect the team’s performances. Three, you could find someone else who would be there for you while he was on tour, but keep it a secret.
These were scenarios that scared him and made him want to stay in your apartment. If he left, he would be letting you slip out of his life. It was extreme but he didn’t want to take the risk. However, you were right. He couldn’t predict the future. Things could go south regardless of if he was away from you or not. He hoped they wouldn’t, but trying was more important than running away. He would regret letting you go but he would also regret letting his members go. Although it wasn’t fair for you, every relationship is a give-and-take. He just wasn’t sure he could balance both.
“Of course,” he replied as he raised his eyes to yours. The smile he loved so much appeared and by the way his heart hammered in his chest, he knew he had to try.
“Then it’s settled,” you announced and tugged him closer. “I’ll video call you before every concert and if you have time, we can talk after, too.”
Jin’s reply was stopped when you pressed your lips against his. You hummed contently as you both moved your lips to each other’s rhythm.
“What-” Jin tried to speak.
Kiss.
“What if-”
Kiss.
“Babe,” Jin laughed against your lips when you kept pulling him towards you. He held your hips firmly to indicate he wanted you to stay still. While he loved your lips on his, he knew you were trying to distract him. He watched as you stared at him with a pout as you waited.
“What if you’re too tired to talk? We may be in different time zones.”
“Pffft. Time zones, slime jones,” you scoffed and went to kiss him again only for him to turn his face at the last second, causing your lips to peck his cheek instead. You grumbled and crossed your arms against your chest.
“It won’t matter,” you continued. “I’ll always have time to talk to you.”
Seokjin stared at you for a moment, stifling his laugh at your child-like stance. He gently grabbed your forearms and uncrossed your arms from your body. He slid his hands down to your hands, intertwining your fingers together before pulling them behind your back. His chest was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms. He just wanted to feel you close for as long as possible before he had to leave.
“That’s sweet, but I’m sure there'll be times when you don’t pick up because you’re asleep,” he responded, voice low.
“Wanna bet?” You challenged. Jin chuckled and lowered his face toward yours.
“Wanna lose?” He countered, lips ghosting yours teasingly. You scoffed and leaned into his kiss, only for him to pull away before you could fully press your lips to his. He noticed the way you suppressed the whine bubbling in your throat. He silently wished you didn’t.
“When I win,” you corrected. “You owe me a back massage.”
“Can’t I just give you a signed album? You know those are pretty expensive? I wouldn’t be upset if you sold it.” He teased.
“No,” you replied firmly. He sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his lips. It was worth a shot.
“And if you lose, you cook me dinner.”
“Fine. Deal,” you said hurriedly.
“That easy?” Jin smirked, pulling away from your second attempt to kiss him. You tried to pull him closer, but your arms were locked behind your back. Jin’s lips curled upward at your failed attempt.
“Shut up and seal this bet with a kiss,” you huffed, getting impatient at his constant teasing.
“That’s cheesy.”
“Does it look like I care? Just k- Hmph!”
Seokjin’s smile widened at the cute noise, soaking up the feeling of your body against his as your mouths glided against each other’s. He felt your body instantly relax in his arms at his touch; his eyes fluttering close as he focused on everything you both were feeling through the kiss. There were risks staying in this relationship, but he didn’t know a relationship without any.
Seokjin’s grip loosened and you took the opportunity to break free from Jin’s trap. Your arms slithered around his body, taking a moment to feel his solid muscles beneath his shirt. Jin’s heartbeat was rapid at every touch and glide from your hands. Too many thoughts were roaming through his mind, but when you tangled your fingers in his hair, everything came to a halt. He could only sense you.
Your touch, your smell, your warmth.
Tonight he would allow himself to be selfish.
Tonight he wouldn’t think about the inevitable.
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“Ugh! You know, I wish you were here to help me. Fucking walking muscle bunny man.” You grunt, dropping one of your moving boxes into your new house while your best friend’s laugh comes through your receiver.
“As much as I would love to leave the city and live with you in some middle of nowhere town, I’ve got college and a girlfriend to think about.”
“I’ve got college and a girlfriend to think about.” You mock him. “Ginny isn’t even your girlfriend and you’ve got 4 months left of school, so bite me.”
“I still stand by it. She’ll be my girlfriend soon.”
Yeah and he’s been saying that for the past 2 years.
“Sure buddy. Whatever you say.”
Looking around, you take in the sight of your new home. There wasn’t a lot of furniture due to the fact that the moving truck got lost and won’t be here until the end of the week. Why you paid them hundreds of dollars is beyond you. Damn people can’t even find the town.
While you were upset you couldn’t entirely get mad at them either. Crystalwood wasn’t even on most maps and getting GPS directions for it was close to impossible. You had to get to the next town over, which was Willowdale, which was on a map thankfully, and get directions from the locals to Crystalwood, an extremely small town with the population of 78, now 79 including you.
Small was what you wanted. Small meant quiet. Quiet meant you could work in peace and with it being so unknown to the world, he couldn’t find you there.
A chill runs up your spine at the thought.
“Hey are you even listening?”
“What?”
Jungkook groans. “I said, how is the house?”
“Good good. Empty, but good. The old owner left a TV though, so if I’m lucky I’ll have cable.”
“Cable? God that sounds so old.”
You glare at your phone even though he couldn’t see it. “I’m going to ignore that you just said that.”
“You have your laptop don’t you?”
That was a stupid question, of course you did. You always had your laptop on you. One never did know when the inspiration to write would strike.
“What am I saying?” Jungkook laughs. “Of course you do. So why don’t you just watch Netflix? Or even YouTube?”
“It’s a little thing called ‘appreciating the classics’. Something you wouldn’t know about, kid.”
The scoff that came over the line was to be expected. You were only a year older than him and you never let him forget it. It was honestly one of your favorite things to do.
“Whatever. Listen I’ve got class in a bit so I gotta let you go, but hey you enjoy your classics and maybe introduce yourself to any neighbors you might have.”
You hum and look towards your still open door at the house across the street. Unlike your one floor house, that one was two floors and an awful shade of pale yellow. You didn’t even know that color was a thing and you could have gone your whole life never knowing it.
“I don’t know if I even have any. There is a house, but I don’t see any cars or people.”
“In a small town like that I wouldn’t expect people to have cars. Can’t you just walk everywhere?”
You chuckle. “See you would think that, but this house is actually a little bit away from the main town.”
“Oh god there’s more? I thought it was all one place- wait how did you even find this place again?”
“My grandfather was friends with the guy that lived here. After he died and my grandfather heard I was looking for a house in a small quiet area, he bought the property and is renting it to me.”
“That was nice of him.” Jungkook was silent for a moment before letting out a long sigh, “Just be safe okay?”
You smile at his concern. Jungkook wasn’t always someone who outwardly showed his emotions, so when he did it made it all the more meaningful. “I will. Bye, bun.”
“Bye, Y/n-ie.” And with that Jungkook hung up and you were all alone.
Nothing left to do but explore the house.
Closing the front door, you venture further into the house. To the left was what you would make the living room, in there was the old tv that was left for you and nothing else. Your grandfather knew you would want to bring in your own furniture, so he removed everything else. Well everything except the TV, which he knew you would love and you do. From what you could tell the TV was from the 1980 era, big and clunky with a smaller screen, a VCR, and two knobs, which wasn’t on a table and didn’t look to be plugged in. You have to remember to plug it in before you decide to channel search later.
On the other side was a door that led to an empty room. It was too small for a bedroom, so you figured it would be a good office. Going through an arch you came to a hallway, one door in front of you, which you found was the bathroom, to your right was a bigger room, quickly you decided that would be your bedroom.
Further down the hall was an old looking kitchen. The surface of the countertops looked sticky and it grossed you out. Note to self, you thought, cringing at the sight, get new counters or a strong cleaner.
To the left of the kitchen was another arch that led to the back door and another door. There was something about this door that just felt wrong, you just couldn’t put your finger on it, but when you went to open it, it wouldn’t open. You jiggled the door handle a bit harder, but nothing would make it budge.
You wonder why a door in your own house was locked, but before you could attempt to get any answers, the doorbell rang.
“Coming!” You yell and rush back to the front, opening the door, “Hello?”
“Hi! I’m your neighbor, Jimin. I saw that you just moved in.”
Woah. Just woah was all that was running through your head when you saw Jimin. Slender with red hair and deep brown eyes which made him look intense, but a white loose shirt and jeans that made him look soft to the touch. Not that you wanted to touch him, but it was just a sort of comforting aura he gave off.
“Y Yeah, I did. I’m Y/n.”
Jimin smiles at you, his eyes turning into the cutest crescents, “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”
You noticed that he quickly glanced behind you and into your house, noting the lack of furniture and the abundance of boxes. You chuckle and step outside, closing the door behind you, embarrassed. “T the moving company got lost and they won’t be here until later.”
“So you don’t have anything in your house? What about somewhere to sleep?”
“No,” you shake your head, “I mean I do have a pillow and a blanket that I piled into my car and an old tv that the old owner left, but that’s it.”
“What about food?” You shake your head and Jimin bites his lip, thinking of a solution, “Why don’t you come to my house and stay there?”
As comforting as you thought Jimin was, you declined his offer to stay, but agreed to eat dinner with him at least since you were hungry and had no food.
Jimin was disappointed by your unwillingness to stay with him, but understood nonetheless.
“Come on, I’m making dinner now.”
After a few hours you had learned that Jimin was 25, single, loves dancing, singing, and cooking, and has lived in this town since he was born. He claims he was the 20th person added to the small population.
“I’ve actually been living in this house for that long as well. My parents left it to me and my best friend in their wills.”
You bite your lip, the question that Jimin knew about on the tip of your tongue.
“Yeah,” He starts, “They are dead. It’s just me and Tae-Tae.”
“Tae-Tae?”
“My best friend. His real name is Taehyung, but Tae-Tae has always been a nickname I gave him. He was like a second son to my parents and lives here with me now.”
“Where is he?”
Jimin looked out the window towards your house, “He’s out.”
The way he said those two words sent a chill down your spin. There was just something about it that didn’t sit right with you, but you brushed it off.
“It’s late.” You get up from your seat and start gathering your plates, “Let me help you before I go.”
“Oh no!” Jimin rushes to grab the plates from your hands and then his from the table. “I’ve got it.”
“But it’s the least I could do after you fed me.”
“No no no. I wouldn’t be a good host if I had you wash dishes. Can I see you tomorrow for brunch?”
You smile at his offer and nod.
“Great! Then I’ll see you in the morning, Y/n.” With a final goodbye Jimin walks you to the front door and you leave, excited to come back the next day and see your new friend.
Jimin watches as you walk across the street to your house and sees you stop at your front door, looking down at something, a sinister smile spreading across his face before he turns back to clean the dishes in his hand.
Cautiously, you pick up an old looking VHS that you found on your doormat, which wasn’t there when you left. You turn it around, eyeing it, but finding no indication of what could be on this tape. It was then you remembered that the old TV in the house has a VCR player.
Part of you said play it, but the other half was scared of the mysterious tape.
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The curious side of you won out. After taking a quick look around, you go inside to play the tape, heart beating loudly in your ears.
Any rational person would be terrified by the prospect of playing a random tape, especially one that wasn’t there before, and yes you would normally agree, but at the same time when something as out of date as a VHS tape appears you were curious.
What could be on it? These things are all but extinct in the eyes of modern society, so whatever was on it must be old as well. It didn’t make sense to others why you had a pull to things like this, but to you it was a mystery needing to be solved.
By the time you had turned on the living room light and to the TV, your fear had turned into excitement. You almost forgot to plug in the TV before sticking the tape into the player, sitting back and turning the knob to turn it on.
At first you were greeted with just static, the loud noise that was eerie to most was comforting to you, and then the video started playing.
On the screen was a recording of the back of the house you were currently in. Whomever was recording panned the camera left then to the right, not saying a word, just subtle breathing in the background.
Strange, but nothing unsettling.
Then the person went to the side of the house, peeking the camera through a window into an empty room, a room you believed was going to be your bedroom, and then they withdrew to open the gate.
Every passing second was both unnerving and exciting.
Your eyes were glued to the screen as the camera rounded the corner to reveal your car and you carrying a box inside, still on the phone with Jungkook.
“No but really! The guy next to me at the gas station was a full on 10.” Your voice crackled through the TV speakers, the camera zooming in on you before cutting to static.
Your heart dropped, suddenly every interest you had in this turned into pure fear. Whoever left this on your front porch was watching you from the moment you arrived.
The static cut out and suddenly it showed you walking around your house, going from room to room, checking everything out like you had done earlier that day. The camera followed you, not from inside the house, but from window to window, only the sound of the person breathing to be heard. You had never even noticed someone there.
They chuckled when you wrinkled your nose at the kitchen and it was then that it confirmed that the person was definitely male.
You saw yourself at the door in the back of the house, tugging at the locked door before it cut to static once again. Barely recovering, the screen cut back on, but this time you could see yourself standing at the door with Jimin. The thing that made your blood run cold was the shot was from inside your kitchen. You saw yourself laughing embarrassed as you shut the door, keeping whoever the man was in your house.
You felt the bile rise in your throat and tears stinging your eyes at the thought of this creep in your house, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away as the camera slowly backed away and to the locked door. A large hand came into view for a few seconds with a key to unlock the door and open it before the video ended with a black screen.
They were inside the house.
They had a key.
They could be there now.
Silence met your ears as you moved slowly from the floor, to the hallway, not even bothering to turn on any other lights, and through the kitchen to the once locked door. Behind this door was either the person behind the camera or nothing. Honestly you couldn’t decide which would be worse.
If they were there then they could attack you. If they weren’t then they could be back.
No matter what, it seemed like a lose die situation and you had no escape.
Your breath stilled. Your hand moved on its own towards the door knob. Part of you was convinced the door was still locked and you were just imagining this whole thing, but when the knob turned and the door opened, you knew you weren’t.
The room was dark and cold, logically it was probably due to the fact that the heating didn’t reach this room, but to your mind it was because you were looking straight into death’s eyes. With trembling hands, you reached for the light switch, slowly as though something could jump out at you any second.
You flipped the switch and light flooded the once locked room, but there was nothing.
The room looked like it was meant to be a garage, but for some reason it was in the back of the house, concrete floors and stone walls. There were faded red spots on the floor that you had to convince yourself was paint, but what caught your attention was in the center of the room.
A folded up piece of paper.
It was though you weren’t in control of yourself. Like you were just an observer as the center of the room got closer, watching it as if you were still watching the VHS tape. You had no say as you bent down to pick up the paper, unfolding it to reveal what was written.
You didn’t sleep at all that night. One eye was kept on the door to your bedroom, the other on the window. You couldn’t risk whoever that was coming to get you.
Who could it be? No one knew you were here, except Jungkook, your mother and father, your grandfather, and your new neighbor Jimin.
You couldn’t write it off as a creeper that didn’t know you, this felt somehow personal.
I hope you liked my movie.
I hope you liked my movie.
I hope you liked my movie.
You kept rereading the letter in your hand as if it’s going to suddenly disappear or have something else written on it.
What if it was… Him?
A shiver ran up your spine at the thought. It couldn’t be. No, that would be impossible. No one told him where you were going, this town wasn’t even on a map, there was no way he could have gotten a key to your house, and you left in the middle of the night when you knew he was at work so he couldn't follow you.
No it wasn’t him.
So who was it?
Glancing at your phone, you noticed that it was ten in the morning. Brunch with Jimin. You should get going. After a quick glance to the window and seeing no one there, you got up and went to get ready.
“I was getting worried!” Jimin smiles as he opens the door. “Any longer and I would have gone over there and gotten you myself.”
You chuckle at his enthusiasm and follow him to the dining room where he has already set up three plates.
“Three? Is someone joining us?”
Jimin nods. “I’m hoping Tae-Tae will wake up and join us, but the man is such a heavy sleeper, I swear it’s like he’s dead.”
Jimin laughs at his own joke, but after last night you couldn’t bring yourself to find it funny at all and he definitely took notice.
“Is everything okay?”
“Have you….” You pause, unsure of how to tell Jimin this without you sounding crazy, but at the same time you had proof, so it probably is not that crazy. “Have you ever found a VHS with a creepy video on it?”
“Creepy video?”
You nod, rubbing your arm, scared of his answer, but before he could your phone rang. The sound made you jump and you offered Jimin an apologetic smile as you grabbed your phone out of your pocket to see Jungkook’s face on the screen. “I’m so sorry, but would you mind?”
Jimin shook his head, rising from his seat. “Don’t worry. I’m going to try and go get Tae-Tae.”
After he disappeared up the steps, you answered your phone, heading to the living room to sit on the couch. “Hey Bun.”
“Hey! How was the first night?”
“Well…” You trailed off. You wanted to tell him what happened, but you know how Jungkook would react to this. He would drop everything to come to your side and you didn’t want him to do that or worry.
“Well? Did something happen Y/n?”
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"A bad day at work results in you crying and Jungkook cradling you to his chest."
From prompt list: “(She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.” + “I’ll take care of you.”
💧 Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
💧 Rating/Genres: PG-15; Fluff, established relationship
💧 Warnings: 10000% fluff, soft boyfriend Jungkook vibes, there's like two swear words?
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Jungkook’s body instantly tensed when he heard you sniffling somewhere in the small apartment. He had come home from work and was shutting the door when he heard the noise.
“Babe?” He questioned softly, kicking off his shoes hastily to get to you. His heart raced with the idea of you in pain.
He found you sat on the bed, the small trash can in the room was filled with used Kleenex. He sat next to you, a tattooed hand running up your legs that were curled to your body. Your nose was red, eyes puffy, and cheeks damp with tears.
He brushed the hair falling in your face as he leaned down to get a better look at you. You didn’t look up at him when he brought his face closer.
“I’m right here, baby,” he cooed delicately. “I’m right here.”
He didn’t bother asking what was wrong, knowing you would bring it up when you felt more composed. Right now, he simply wanted to ease your nerves, to stop the river of tears flowing down your soft cheeks.
“Sit on my lap, pretty girl,” he whispered and gently nudged your body toward his. You nodded meekly, lazily moving yourself to straddle his strong thighs. You snaked your arms under his arms and nuzzled your face in his chest. He smelled of his favorite laundry detergent and it made you feel at home.
Jungkook adjusted your body so you sat on him comfortably then wrapped his arms around your shaking body. He brought a hand to your head and tenderly petted it. He ignored the pang in his chest as he listened to your fading cries. It was never easy to hear you in such distress.
He rocked you both steadily, whispering how amazing you are and how much he loves you. That he was here for you and that it was okay to cry. Your body gradually relaxed in his arms, growing weak from having cried a good twenty minutes before Jungkook showed up.
You pulled away and Jungkook wiped the remaining tears from your face. He leaned in, pecking your lips lovingly before he stared at you. He tried not to look so worried, but it was hard when your face remained crestfallen.
“T-They told me my work wasn’t fitting,” you stuttered, eyes filling with more tears as you thought back to earlier at work. “They decided to go with another person’s work instead. W-which is fine, but I-” You hiccuped.
Jungkook swiped the tear that rolled down your face. He stayed silent as you spoke, gently running one hand up and down your back soothingly while he kept the other caressing your cheek.
“I spent four weeks on it. This other person spent one and suddenly theirs is so much better. A-and this person, they- They didn’t even try to hide how… They were gloating right in front of me.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly as the small ball of fire lit in his chest. His movements on your back paused as he grew irritated at how this person treated you. It wasn’t until you spoke again that he pushed those feeling aside. Now wasn’t the time.
“I sound so silly, don’t I?” You laughed humorlessly. You shook your head and slumped against his chest. You felt embarrassed. So what your work didn’t get picked? So what the person was an asshole? It wasn’t the first time these things had happened to you. But something about this particular situation had your heart ripping. You weren’t entirely sure why. Your feelings were funny like that.
“Not at all,” Jungkook assured. “You worked extremely hard on that piece. I remember you showing me a draft of it. I could see how proud you were. And that person… They were a dick.”
You hummed in agreement at the last part.
“Jagiya,” Jungkook called out to you quietly, reeling you back to him. You peered up at him.
“They don’t compare to you. No one does.” Jungkook said firmly. He shook his head at the thought of someone hurting you. You were too kind, too fair, to deserve what happened. “You’re so hard-working. You put in your all and it shows in your work. Some people are just too blind to see that.”
You sniffled again, playing absentmindedly with the bottom of his shirt. You tried to believe his words, but it was difficult to when all you could think about was your failure. That maybe you weren’t as talented as you thought you were.
“You should’ve accidentally slipped their work in the shredder,” Jungkook mumbled under his breath.
“Jungkook,” you laughed weakly and pushed at his chest. He smiled at your small action, happy to see a shimmer of a smile.
“Hey, I said ‘accidentally’,” he tried to argue and you simply rolled your eyes.
Jungkook sat there for a moment and noticed for the first time that you were still in your work clothes. He lightly tapped your ass, hinting that he wanted you to get off. You obliged and sank onto the mattress.
He stood up, pressed a kiss to your forehead, then strode to the closet. He bypassed your clothes and took off one of his hoodies from a hanger. It was one of your favorites since it was soft on the inside. He remembered how you had said it felt like a bear was hugging you.
He tossed the hoodie over his shoulder and eased you onto your feet.
“Up,” he ordered gently as he started to tug your shirt up. You lifted your arms at his request, shaking slightly when your exposed skin was hit with the chilly air. He swiftly removed the rest of your clothing, leaving you in just your underwear. He slipped the hoodie over your frame.
“Better?” He asked. You nodded with a hint of a smile.
Jungkook grinned, grabbed your hand, and led you to the bed. He gestured for you to sit.
“I want you to be comfy,” he said and squeezed your hand. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you happy again.”
You gave him a small smile that had his heart fill with adoration. Even if it wasn’t your full smile, it still warmed his heart.
“Does hot cocoa sound good, baby?” He asked, knowing it was one of your favorite comfort drinks.
“Sounds great,” you murmured. Jungkook nodded and started making his way to the kitchen, however, one strong tug on his hand made him stop in his tracks. He looked back at you, head tilting to the side in confusion.
“I-I don’t want to be alone,” you reasoned and stood up. He chuckled softly and turned his back. He lowered himself, reaching backward and steading his position while he waited. You took the invitation happily. You leaped onto this broad back and wrapped your legs around his slender waist.
“Hold tightly, okay?” He said and cautiously let go of you. You tighten your told around him and watched as he walked you both to the kitchen.
You observed silently as he grabbed a glass and started making your drink. It was soothing to hear his steady breathing and the ripping of the hot cocoa packet in the quiet apartment. You peppered light kisses from his shoulder to his neck then back again. He hummed contently at your actions, never stopping his movements.
It was moments like these that had Jungkook solidify his love for you. He has always loved you, but more so in times like these.
It had him falling in love with you all over again.
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eleven || pjm
“After you and Jimin break up to pursue your separate goals to achieve life’s success, Jimin tries to rekindle the spark that’s been flickering ever since the split.”
🕚 Pairing: Jimin x exGirlfriend!Reader(f)
🕚 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Angst, song-inspired, exes to lovers
🕚 Word Count: 5.0k
🕚 Warnings: Major character death, brief description of death scene (blood, body position, scene itself), pet names (kitten), car crash, not happy ending
🕚 Betas: @hoebii and @moccahobi // The amount of feedback and comments I received were so overwhelming. I’m so honored to have you both beta this piece. I feel like I don’t deserve to have such amazing betas D: Thank you both for making this piece sparkle. The common denominator comment was “oh no oh no oh no” lol. Thank you for the great reactions.
🕚 Author’s Note: This is inspired by YUNGBLUD and Halsey’s song 11 Minutes (feat. Travis Barker). I really love the story they created and the mv always gets me so emotional. Dom’s explanation of the song is so heart-wrenching that I just wanted to write about it. I hope you enjoy it. I’ve had a really bad case of writer’s block lately, so I’m trying to break through that. That being said, I apologize if it’s a little bleh. Also, who would’ve thought fanfic would allow me to work on my editing skills. Kinda’ proud of the banner.
🕚 Song: 11 Minutes by YUNGBLUD, Halsey (feat. Travis Barker)
“Modern society teaches us that being successful or powerful is kind of more important than loving someone else.” - Dom, YUNGBLUD
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Success.
Power.
Success and power are vital in one’s life. Success means being financially stable while having power means having the opportunity to claim what you desire from anywhere, anyone, and however you might see fit. Those are life’s top priorities.
Be successful. Be powerful.
While love is powerful, it doesn’t equate to success. Find success. Obtain power. Then maybe you can find love.
Jimin scoffs as the shit advice lulls in his mind. He forms a trench in the middle of his living room. It was easy to believe those words once upon a time—a time when he sought advice from those around him in the crowded confines of high school. From teachers to advisors to parents to friends.
Success. Power.
But where did happiness come into play?
Was it supposed to be when he found success? Was he supposed to feel happy during his journey to success? Or maybe when he gained enough power to use others as carpet? When was he supposed to smile?
No one provided an answer to that.
The light from his phone blares in the darkness of his apartment that is near campus. His thumb hovers over the telephone icon as he debates with himself. He hasn’t spoken to you since you both went your separate ways three years ago. His eyes dance over the grey circle with your initials in the middle that replaced the years-old photo of your smiling face. He always found your smile painstakingly beautiful, but now it hurts in another way. He isn’t sure how long he can cradle his trembling heart in his hands before it crumbles in his palms.
Taking a deep breath, he slams his thumb on the screen harder than necessary.
Six rings.
Then a click.
“Hello?” Jimin’s voice is hoarse, filled with emotions he is slowly coming to understand. Resentment. Guilt. Fury. Sadness.
“Jimin?” Comes the soothing voice he’s heard echoing in his dreams. The dreams that involved you both in high school, sharing laughs in different locations—the classroom, the cafeteria, your home, the café near his home, your parent’s lake house. All the places he remembers fondly with you. It all comes flooding back with his name falling from your lips.
There’s a pang in your chest and you’re filled with disbelief as you wait for his reply. His name flashing across your screen yanked you back into the past so fast you were dizzy. There’s an inkling of happiness that feels foreign to you now. A feeling that was felt so regularly was shriveled throughout the years. Your heart hammers in anticipation, yearning to hear the voice you told yourself to get over repeatedly.
You were meant to be the “it” couple from high school. That couple that was disgustingly perfectly molded for the other. You were the couple that had their faces plastered in the yearbook’s superlative section for “Couple Most Likely to be Together in 100 Years.” It was silly to Jimin, but not to you. He wished that turned out to be true.
“H-hey,” he repeats, dazed with the memories of you.
“Did you need something?” Your voice is low, wavering, and unsure. Almost as if you would shatter glass if you spoke too loudly. Surely, he wouldn’t be calling just to chat. Not after years of zero contact. While you were hopeful, you were also leery of his intentions. He was never a manipulator, but your walls were too thick to allow a single crack.
“N-no,” then hurriedly, “I mean yes. I-” Jimin struggles for his words. He takes a deep breath, pauses, then releases gradually.
“How are you?” He tries again. There’s silence on the other end that stops his heart. He pulls the phone from his ear to check if the call is still connected. It is.
“I’m fine,” you reply curtly. You’re still on the edge, teetering on if you should hang up or if you should hear him out. There’s a sliver of wishfulness that he’s calling to tell you he wants you again. That he misses your touch and the sound of your voice. But that puts your heart on the line, and it’s already too fragile.
Jimin misses when your reply would entail a dramatic story of how your day went, even if he was there at some of the events. The short answer arouses a sense of detachment and he wants to pinch himself for allowing this to happen.
His pace across his living room slows.
“That’s good,” he answers. “Are you almost on summer break?”
Jimin glances at his couch, legs aching from how much he’s moved them in the last hour, but he’s still too nervous to sit.
“Yes,” you say slowly. Jimin can sense your uneasiness.
“Would you want to meet up soon then? M-maybe we can visit the café.”
Jimin doesn’t need to elaborate on which café he is referring to. After lounging in the café near his house for hours upon weeks, it became the third home for you both—your own homes, each other’s, then the café.
The hope in your chest begins to bloom along with your anxiety. Your heart races at the idea of being in close proximity again. To see the face you could never rid from your memory no matter how hard you tried.
Belatedly, “I’ll be in town in two weeks. Does eight work for you? I’m busy in the morning.”
Jimin opens his mouth to reply eagerly but stops himself. He feels you’ll scurry off if he’s too brash.
“Whatever works for you,” he says. He hopes you can’t hear the pounding of his heart over the line. “Eight is perfect.”
“Okay,” you respond. Jimin presses the phone closer to his ear as you speak, trying to decipher your emotions over the call. Were you excited like him?
“Okay,” he echoes. “I’ll see you then. I-I’m glad to hear from you again, Yn.”
“Me too,” your voice comes out as a whisper before the call flatlines.
Jimin’s hands are shaky when he pulls the phone from his ear. He locks the device then tosses it on the couch. He runs his hands through his unkempt hair as he exhales. His heart has yet to slow, making him feel the need to move in order to get the jitterbugs out of his system.
So he imprints his steps into his living room floor as he paces the small area again until the clock strikes two in the morning.
The café is a 15-minute drive from Jimin’s house in his hometown. Ten if he speeds.
Despite this, he is running late.
Two weeks whirled past him. The short, quick text messages exchanged between the both of you had Jimin’s palms sweat. In his three years of college, he’s never been happier. The messages occurred daily but the conversations never lasted more than an hour. He wasn’t sure if you were too busy or if it was just a coincidence. No matter, he would take the thirty-one-sentence messages rather than none.
The advice he remembered earlier rings in his ears as he rushes to find his misplaced car keys. His carefully fixed hair is becoming undone as he dashes around his home. Why did he consume their advice like they were sacred words? Would things have been different if he followed his heart rather than his head?
An exasperated huff escapes Jimin’s parted lips when he finally catches sight of his keys. He snatches them up, storms his way past his front door, and slides into his car.
Ten minutes.
He can make that.
The ride stirs a mixture of emotions in his chest. The familiar windings of the road have him recalling memories of the two of you.
“Don’t you know the eight ball goes in last?” Jimin chuckled as his gaze lingered on the pocket the ball you hit rolled into then to your remaining solid balls scattered across the green cloth. Your glare told him no.
“Claws in, kitten,” he teased and plucked the black ball from the pocket. He placed it back in its previous location then took a step back.
“Oh, look, the Time Fairy appeared and rewound time. It looks like it’s your turn,” Jimin nodded his chin toward the table. “Again,” he mumbled with a small smile that was a borderline smirk.
Your glaring lasted a few seconds longer before you lifted your chin and moved toward the table. Your eyes dropped down and found your next hit. You aligned the cue stick, narrowing your eyes as you calculated your angle, then made your shot.
Your shoulders slumped when the blue ball you were aiming for stopped a few centimeters short of the pocket. Jimin “accidentally” bumped into the table, causing the ball to slowly roll into the pocket.
“Wow! What a shot, kitten!” Jimin exclaimed, offering you his charming smile.
“I give up,” you whined and set your cue stick across the table. You peered up at your boyfriend with a pout. Jimin laughed at your dramatic expression, setting his stick with yours before enfolding your body into his strong embrace. His pillowy lips found yours easily, caressing yours in a soothing kiss—causing tingles to race throughout your veins. No matter how many times your lips locked, the love-sick feeling never ceased.
“You did great,” he mumbled into your hair after he pulled away. He sealed a second kiss to your forehead and you allowed your body to melt into his at the tender touch. “Just not as great as me.”
“Babe,” you groaned and pushed against his chest to leave his grasp. Jimin’s hold tightened.
“I’ll make it up to you and buy you whatever you want at the café,” he replied and began moving toward the exit with you by his side.
“But you do that already,” you argued and glanced up at him.
“Fine,” he paused as he held the door open for you before taking you under his wing as you strolled to his car. “I’ll let you pay this time.”
“Jimin,” you huffed, causing Jimin’s laugh to echo in the half-filled parking lot.
If he didn’t think success and power were more important than love, would he still be filled with regret? Would the regret have been about not achieving his career goals instead of letting you slip through his fingers? If you were on the same path, would you both be going to the same college as each other? Would you have stayed together even then?
Jimin’s knuckles turn ghostly white as he forces himself to slow his speed when he rounds the corner. The café is in his sights.
There is no point in dwelling on the what-ifs. It isn’t as if he hasn’t done this already. No matter how much he calculated his past actions, the equation never added up. There was always something changing—always another follow-up question.
Things were changing though.
It’s been long enough to realize the empty gap in his heart wasn’t due to him not making progress to success—he was—but it was the lack of happiness in his life. And the biggest source of happiness came from you. With the endless study nights, he rarely found time for himself. He isolated himself from others and dug his head into his books. He wasn’t sure if he was cramming his nights with textbooks to distract his mind from you or if he was really trying to stay on top of his classes. It was probably both, but he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to admit he needed you because that would mean he was lied to all those years ago. That you were both lied to. That you didn’t need each other; you needed to be successful.
He can’t remember the last time his smile reached his eyes.
After being seated, his phone rings. It’s two minutes until eight.
“Hey,” he answers, voice sounding more cheerful than anticipated.
“Hi Jimin,” you reply, the sound of your blinker emitting in the background. “I’m eleven minutes away. Sorry, I’m running late.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jimin replies, unhesitantly. “Take your time. I’m in a booth to the right when you walk in.”
“Sounds good,” you pause and Jimin can hear the churn of your wheels as you take a turn. There’s a silence that signals he should hang up, but he can’t find the strength to. There’s an odd sense of comfort in listening to your breath on the other line.
“I-I missed you,” you stutter after a moment, hesitant to reveal how you truly feel. Speaking it would make it true, and that worries you. After denying you still cared for the man for three years, it was difficult to allow yourself to be optimistic. You’ve been distancing yourself to keep your heart from fracturing for a second time, but as the days passed you just wanted to yank down your walls. So many jumbled thoughts are on the tip of your tongue. You have missed him all day. His face would appear every time you shut your eyes. He was prominent in your mind.
“I’m glad you called,” you add when you realize this meet-up was his doing. If it weren’t for his call two weeks ago, you would be hiding in your house as you shoved all the memories of you and him that this city resurfaced.
Jimin’s heart clutches in a way he hasn’t felt for years at your words. He stares out the window, watching as the last bit of sun disappears along the horizon.
“I missed you too,” he breathes out shakily. He swears he hears a sound akin to relief from your end.
“I’ll see you soon then.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”
Three words die on his lips as the call disconnects. It’s too soon to say those words again but after years of ending a phone call with them, it felt strange not to. Maybe he can get back to that point in your relationship. It will come easy to him to fall back into that pattern with you. It’s not like that feeling left his heart. His entire body is stained by you. He’s a fool to think he can scrub you off him.
The prospect of being able to hold you in his arms or feel the softness of your lips makes his heart somersault. Hell, just being able to be in a six-foot radius makes him giddy.
The thought of you moving on already is in the back of his mind. He knows it’s a possibility, but he will solve his emotions if that moment ever transpires. He’ll rather fantasize about you smiling and telling him you love him than frowning and saying you didn’t. Perhaps he is being delusional, but he will hold on to the hope you still want to rekindle what you both had.
As the minute ticks by, he grows disheartened. It’s been more than eleven minutes and you haven’t stepped foot inside the café. The coffee he ordered himself is becoming cold.
Perhaps there was traffic. There wasn’t any when he traveled, but maybe you were taking a different way. Or maybe he sounded too eager on the phone. Did that scare you?
The onslaught of questions pours on him as he bows his head and fiddles with his phone. You’ll call any second and tell him how you’ve hit every red light and were running later than planned. He’ll sigh in relief, tell you it’s okay again, and maybe he’ll get you to stay on the phone longer. The sound of your voice was comforting to him, and it made warmth spread throughout his body.
He holds onto that feeling while he waits for you.
The café is closing.
The staff tells him he has to leave and ushers him out so they can clean and go home.
Jimin is distraught.
His phone remains without notifications. He had heard you driving so surely you didn’t stand him up. But perhaps you were driving somewhere else and used that as an excuse to say you were on your way. No. That didn’t sound like something you would do. You wouldn’t go through that hassle instead of telling him a simple no.
Regardless, you don’t show.
It crushes him more than he’ll admit.
He sits in his car for a few minutes, thinking of what could have happened. He decides to drive the route you probably took if you were to go to the café from your home. Maybe he can find you stuck in traffic. It’s a silly idea, but he doesn’t want to believe you stood him up.
Just his luck.
There is traffic.
The cars in front of Jimin move at an agonizing pace. He’s tempted just to ring your cell and ask where you are, but he’s fearful he was right and you played him.
He drives at an odd angle to see if there’s construction. Instead, he sees blue and red lights flashing in the middle of the four-lane road. There are three police cars and two ambulances, but none of them have their sirens on.
When he nears the accident, he spots parts of debris from the vehicles scattered along the road. He slows down more as he passes, partly due to being careful not to hit anything or anyone and because humans are curious creatures.
Illuminated by the street and emergency lights are two cars—one bigger than the other. The smaller one is flipped on its top; some of its windows are broken. The bigger car is upright, the head crunched significantly. Something about the flipped car pings familiarity but he’s not sure why. Whatever it is though, it’s strong enough to make him detour and park next to an empty cop car. He can hear the police direct him to get back in his car and leave when he steps out.
Jimin tells them something, but he’s not even sure what he’s saying. He’s too zeroed in on the upended car.
It’s not until he rounds a police car to get a better look that it clicks.
There’s an “I ♥ Billiards” sticker on the car’s bumper that he pranked you with years ago. The packaging had said it was easy to remove, but from the torn, jagged edges and scratches across the surface, that was a lie. Despite the initial groans and whines from you when you first spotted it, he knew you were secretly fond of it.
The sticker is more tattered than the last he saw it. It is as if you had tried to unstick him from your life, but similar to the strong adhesive, it wasn’t completely successful. There were still remnants of him.
Jimin walks dazedly to the front of the car. He staggers on legs that feel like twigs, struggling to support his weight. The soft pink of his cheeks is draining before he sees it.
The sight has him immediately reaching for the cop car for support, but it does nothing to stop the buckling of his knees as they collide with the concrete. The pain in his kneecaps is nothing compared to the pain in his chest.
The flashing red and blue is reflected in your eyes that stare blankly into his. One arm lays limp outside your shattered window while your head rests at an uncomfortable angle. There’s blood on your body but he can’t see its origin from his blurry vision. He swears he can spot the slow rise and fall of your chest, but he knows in the back of his mind he’s just hallucinating. Your eyes are a portal to your emotions and he can see the remnants of remorse. The look resembles how you looked at him the last time he saw you.
“Have you figured out which college you want to go to yet?” You questioned while you sat up from his warm embrace. Jimin’s hand glided down your back as you repositioned yourself to straddle his lap. He followed your lead and shifted so his back was propped against your headboard.
“Yeah, it’s in Seoul so it’ll only be a three-hour drive to see you.”
You gave him a smile, but Jimin could tell it wasn’t filled with the happiness he expected. He didn’t like the way his chest clenched involuntarily.
“That’s great, babe,” you said, flickering your gaze to his chest briefly. Jimin could sense your detachment and it scared him.
“What’s wrong? Three hours isn’t that bad. I’ll come to you so you can stay in your dorm.” Jimin reached up, wrapped his hands around your wrists then gently tugged you to his chest. Before you could protest, he encircled your back with his arms. Jimin waited for your body to relax, as it usually did when you were in his arms, but it never did.
Silence filled the room. The pounding of your heart was loud enough for Jimin to hear and he wondered what happened to have you so distressed. As he opened his mouth to reassure you again, you spoke.
“I got a scholarship,” you blurted. Your eyes closed as you rested your head against his toned chest. Despite wanting to mold your body into his, you couldn’t block the anxiousness from seeping in.
“What?” Jimin asked and pulled you away slightly to look at you. “That’s great news, kitten. You’re too intelligent to not get one.”
You hummed, a shy yet melancholy smile forming on your lips. Jimin scrunched his eyebrows when he noticed your lack of excitement.
“Isn’t that good, Yn?” He questioned. You bit your bottom lip in thought. Jimin could see the war you were battling internally and it caused red flags to sprout.
“I-It’s in the States,” you stammered and searched his eyes.
Jimin’s arms tensed around you. His crestfallen expression had you break eye contact. It was simply too painful to watch his face crumble.
“I-” Jimin started but stopped himself. He what? He’d fly every weekend to visit you? Once a month? He didn’t have that kind of money.
“I can call you every day. We can video chat,” Jimin said suddenly, eyes filled with hope that had you falling more in love.
“Yeah,” you answered, but you didn’t believe your own words.
Jimin knew it was wishful thinking. Every long-distance relationship he’d heard of ended in failure. The video calls were sufficient for the first few weeks, but as the semester got crazier, the less time the couple had for each other. They would end up drifting apart regardless of the attempts to salvage whatever was left.
“I would’ve denied it if it weren’t for the scholarship,” you added. “The university also has the major I want. My counselors believe I can be really successful there.”
While there was a glint of excitement in your eyes, the sorrow overpowered it. Jimin nodded in understanding. He was told Seoul was his best opportunity to excel in his career field. How could he pass up the opportunity to be first in his classes? With the tough competition in his field, he could use any leverage he could get to rise to the top.
“I’m happy for you,” Jimin replied. He meant it. He was genuinely proud of you and you knew that. But it didn’t make anything easier.
“Thanks,” you mumbled. Silence loomed over you both as you each got lost in your own thoughts. Your eyes trailed over his features. From his plump lips to his scattered moles across his forehead. You memorized every detail of his face and as each detail filed itself in your mind, your heart grew heavy.
“We’re not going to make it, are we?” You questioned and moved your gaze slowly to his. His eyes were dark, swirling with affliction and dread. You could already see his defense walls rising.
“I’d like to,” Jimin answered softly. “But I… It’s unlikely.”
“I love you,” you declared abruptly, the urge to tell him one last time too strong to ignore. There was a desperation to your voice Jimin has never heard before.
“I love you more, kitten.”
Jimin’s voice was gentle and angelic. You were so engrossed in the way his voice engulfed you that you didn’t realize the fallen tear on your cheek. Jimin was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, the coldness of his ring making you shiver slightly.
“I should go,” he whispered, almost reluctantly. You nodded meekly and climbed off his lap. He gracefully maneuvered off your mattress and strolled to your door.
“I can walk you out,” you offered and forced yourself to meet his eyes. In the brief time it took to move from your bed to your door, Jimin had his own tears sliding down his rosy cheeks. You mimicked his earlier actions and smoothly wiped at his cheek. He faintly leaned into your touch.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, then with a deep breath, stepped away from you. His hand was on your door handle when you gripped his wrist.
“Wait. Please,” you begged. “C-can you,” you trailed off but glanced at his lips to indicate what you wanted. He seemed hesitant. His jaw clenched as he mulled over your request.
“Just this once,” he murmured and cradled the side of your face as he leaned in. “Just one more moment like this.” His breath tickled your face as he spoke.
The kiss was overwhelming. What started off as a gentle kiss quickly turned into desperate glides of lips and tongues. Both his hands were caressing your cheeks while yours clutched his lower back. There was no hatred in the kiss. You nor Jimin were upset with each other. You both had known this was bound to happen; high school couples rarely lasted after graduation. You told yourself it was just another hardship in your life. That letting Jimin go was the right thing to do. You didn’t allow yourself to imagine a life without him because then it would be too easy to follow him to Seoul.
Only when neither of you could breathe did you pull away. The gasps of breaths and harsh breathing filled your small bedroom. The rapid thumping of your heart matched his. He was the first to pull away.
He stared at you as he placed his hand on the handle again. Your eyes were wide, silently begging him to stay, but you knew this was for the best. This was destined to happen. This wasn’t going to work in the long run and you would need to focus on your studies more in college anyway. Maybe once you graduated from university could you try to reach out again. But who knows? He could forget about you by then. You had the briefest thought of if this was truly the route you wanted to take. Was everyone right to say you needed to be successful in order to thrive in life?
Before you could change your mind, Jimin opened your door and slipped behind it.
He had seen the turmoil behind your eyes. There was a flicker of tentativeness but he couldn’t allow himself to linger any longer than he already had. You had both known your fate. If you didn’t call it quits then, you would at graduation.
But maybe you could have made it work. Maybe if you both had just tried.
From the look in your vacant eyes, he could sense the same thoughts had run through your mind. Were your last thoughts of him then? Did you die regretting listening to the same foolish advice he has been pondering over lately? Had you wished you told him you loved him one last time? Did you die wanting to hear him tell you he loved you more? He’s reminded of the way those words got caught in his throat earlier on the phone with you. Suddenly those three words tastes sour in his mouth.
His eyes refocus on you in the car.
He can’t breathe.
There’s a firm grip around his throat, blocking his airway. He feels as if the grim reaper is sucking his soul out of his fragile body. He might as well be.
Jimin can’t stop the sob that rips from his throat as his hands dig into the floor, unknowingly pressing into glass shards. He can’t feel the coldness of the concrete, the impaling of the shards, or the saltiness of his tears.
The voices around him sound distorted. They’re slow, drawn-out, and distant; but they don’t echo.
There are hands around his arms that he staggers out of.
"Please,” he hears his voice faintly in his ears. Has he been speaking this whole time?
He doesn’t make it one step because the set of hands is on him again—more forcefully this time. He tugs on the restraint, freeing one arm, but that doesn’t aid him in his escape. He’s grabbed by a second person.
He drags his feet, creating a pathway in the debris when the people pull him away from the scene.
Away from you.
Cold metal is enclosed around his wrists before he’s tucked inside a vehicle. He belatedly registers that he’s been handcuffed and stuffed inside a police car. He stares outside the window. Your static face is still in view and he presses his forehead against the chilled glass.
He squeezes his eyes shut and feels the streak of tears fall for the first time. Memories of the two of you replay in the darkness of his vision. He slams his head against the window in anguish. He needs to feel something other than this suffocating guilt.
When he opens his eyes, you’re still there.
Would things have been different if he didn’t believe the advice and sought success and power? Would he still be able to cradle you in his arms and kiss your lips swollen?
There’s nothing stopping the torrent of questions from drowning him. Everything he envisioned for the two of you comes plummeting around his feet. He wonders if he will ever be able to find true success without you.
A shuddering whimper racks his body as he continues to torture himself by staring at your lifeless body.
He desperately wishes he could sell his soul for a bit more time with you.
A/N:
“We don’t realize how much we need something until it’s taken away from us. We are so distracted and focused on what’s next, we can fail to see what is actually in front of us.” - Dom, YUNGBLUD
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Sticky Fingers || jjk
“Jungkook believes participating in the egg hunt on campus gives him the excuse for cracking his Easter jokes.”
🥚 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)
🥚 Rating/Genre: G; Fluff, crack/humor, established relationship, SBaFL au
🥚 Word Count: 1.3k
🥚 Warnings: Lots of eggstraordinary puns
🥚 Author’s Note: Happy Easter! (if you celebrate and if you don’t then happy Sunday!) This wasn’t planned and written quickly, so please excuse any errors or typos! Thank you for reading ^-^
🥚 Storyline: This takes place after Warning Signs. No parts of the storyline are mentioned, so you do NOT need to read any SBaFL part before reading this.
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When Jungkook barged into your dorm room to announce he signed you both up for the annual “Eggstreme Egg Hunt” this weekend, you couldn’t help the groan that bubbled out of your mouth.
“What?! Why that noise?” Jungkook huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as his lower lip pushed out in a pout. You set aside your school work and patted the empty space on your bed. He sat down with his arms still crossed and his lips pouted. You reached up and teasingly pulled on his lower lip. Jungkook swatted your hand away, instinctively darting his tongue across his bottom lip after you released it.
“I thought campus events weren’t your thing,” you replied and wiped your hand on the fabric hugging his thighs.
“They aren’t,” he defended, frowning at your action. “But first place gets 115,000 won.”
“And what exactly are you planning to do with that?”
Jungkook paused as he pondered what he’d do with the money. “I’ll take you on a nice date,” he smiled, shining his pearly whites in your direction. Your eyes narrowed on him suspiciously.
“Don’t be so grouchy,” he said and poked your side. “I signed all our friends up, too.”
Your eyebrows raised. “And how did Yoongi react to that?”
“Uh,” he mumbled and patted down his hair nervously. “I haven’t told him yet.”
“Well, this is going to be fun.”
You were partially correct.
It was fun watching Yoongi grumble as he was being dragged by Namjoon. It wasn’t fun to have the eggs in your sights be stolen. Those damn people.
Okay, so maybe you were getting a little too into the hunt. You blamed Jungkook’s competitiveness rubbing off on you.
The hunt lasted for an hour and each couple was tied by a wrist so people couldn’t “divide and conquer,” according to the event coordinator. Each pair had a list of eggs that were meant to be found—two sets of five different solid colors eggs (two of each color), five different patterned eggs, five eggs with different facial expressions, and three large eggs. The team who had the majority of the list completed won the egg hunt.
“Aha!” You exclaimed as you spotted a tiger-striped egg. You snatched the tiger-striped egg before anyone could take it from your greedy hands. As you were grabbing the egg, the soft clunk of an egg falling into the basket caught your attention. You glanced down to see a new addition—a single red egg. You furrowed your brows in puzzlement and glanced up at your boyfriend.
He gave you a shrug, but you swore you saw a ghost of a smirk smeared on his pink lips.
“Where did that come from?”
“We’ve had it all along. You must have missed it,” he answered and placed the tiger-striped egg in the basket. He pulled you to the next location and gestured to the egg hidden between two branches.
“That’ll be the last of our patterned eggs.”
“Why don’t you grab it? You’re taller,” you complained yet stepped forward to reach for it.
“You seem to be enjoying getting them,” he answered and watched you carefully. Humming in response, you stretched on your toes to take the giraffe-spotted egg. Your fingertips graze the edge of the egg and you’re forced to jump to secure it fully.
“Got it!” You cheered and hear another plop of an egg going into the basket. A new solid orange egg was acquired. You know for sure Jungkook added it since you didn’t have any orange eggs previously. You didn’t feel him tug on the restraints, so you weren’t sure how got the egg. Was it that close and you missed it?
Jungkook gave you a sweet smile as he patiently waited for you to place your egg in the carrier. Your gaze lingered on him skeptically.
“Oh, don’t get your panties scrambled. We’ve got more to find,” he said and dragged you to another spot.
This time, you were prepared to catch him in the act. You weren’t even sure if there was an act, but he was acting strange. You turned your back, waited for a second, then whirled around to look at Jungkook. Your eyes widened when you saw an egg flying through the air attached to a web string. Jungkook plopped the egg in the basket then peered at you. His wide eyes met yours and his body stilled.
“What are you doing?” You asked even though you saw what happened.
“Helping,” he replied, acting as if he did nothing wrong.
“No, you’re cheating,” you whispered and grabbed the eggs he had taken. You were prepared to hide them again. Jungkook quickly placed his large hands over yours.
“I’m just using my resources. There are no rules against that,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You knew he was trying to woo you into getting what he wanted.
“I’m pretty sure there’s a rule against it, sticky fingers,” Yoongi’s voice interrupted next to you. You jumped at his sudden appearance.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungkook argued and gently set the eggs in your hands back in the basket. “I have impeggable behavior.”
“Did you...?” Namjoon trailed off as he scrutinized Jungkook.
“You’ve got to be yolking me,” Jungkook sighed dramatically when he noticed his friend’s lackluster response. “Don’t you know an eggcelent pun when you hear one?”
“Yeah, you’re such a comedi-hen,” Namjoon teased. Jungkook’s eyes widened in excitement.
“Nice talking to you guys, but we’ve got a hunt to win,” you chimed in quickly and pull Jungkook away from the pair before he could crack any more jokes.
You pretended not to see Jungkook webbing eggs as you grabbed more eggs nearby. Your basket was growing by the second, along with your hopes to win the event. Some eggs were snatched when you were one step away and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from growling a jab. One of the teams that stole your precious egg was Hoseok and Jihyun. Hoseok sent a wink while Jihyun gave you a sheepish smile. You glared in return, watching as they trotted away with your egg.
“Don’t worry about it, babe,” Jungkook reassured. “We’ve got all but one off the list. It ends in two minutes, so let’s hurry.”
The feeling of standing in first place was more satisfying than it should’ve been.
You and Jungkook both sported wide grins when the host handed you the prize money. You probably looked utterly ridiculous with the bunny ears gifted to the first-place contestants and your large smile, but you didn’t mind. Second place had gone to Taehyung and Jimin (not surprising when they both are cunning) and third place went to a team who kept stealing your eggs. Unfortunately for Namjoon and Yoongi, mostly Namjoon, they didn’t place.
“Thank you all for participating in this year’s Eggstreme Egg Hunt. We hope you had an eggtastic time hopping along the east field. We’ll see you all next time!” The host applauded the audience before congratulating the winners again and stepping off the make-shift stage. The crowd began to disperse and you followed Jungkook to the edge of the stage. He jumped down flawlessly then turned to face you. He reached up and softly grabbed your hips, lifting you off the stage and placing you on the floor. His smile was still plastered on his face and you bet if he were a bunny, his cotton ball tail would be wiggling in elation.
“That wasn’t too bad, right?” He said and squeezed your sides.
“Hm,” you nodded and leaned into his body slightly. “So when is our date?”
He stared down at you quizzically then, “Oh! Right! How about right now?”
“You’re serious?” You asked, laughing slightly and tilting your head.
“Why not? There are no classes today and the day is still young. What do you say?”
You smiled at him and snaked your arms around his neck. His grasp on your sides moved to press against your lower back. “I say we better get crackin’, Spidey.”
His grin widened—if that were possible—and he quickly sealed the egg hunt with a kiss. This was definitely an event you were looking forward to next year.
Why did the rooster ask the hen out on a date?
He was feeling plucky!
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Once Was || jjk
"The arranged marriage forces you and Jungkook to realize the promise you made to each other is not as unbreakable as it seems."
From prompt list: “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” + “You’re choosing (her/him/them) over me?”
💍 Paring: Jungkook x Reader
💍 Rating/Genre: PG-15; Angst, arranged marriage au
💍 Warning(s): Heart break 😔
💍 Word Count: 2.1k
💍 Author's Note: Only proofread this once, which is abnormal for me since I usually do that 100 times. That being said, ignore any errors please hehe. Thank you so much, anon!!! I had fun writing this. I hope you enjoy it. It was nice to do something I don't normally do.
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The ring on your finger felt heavy.
Despite the sun shining on the silver band, it appeared dull in your eyes. The promise ring that once meant the world to you now was nothing but a piece of jewelry. You slowly slid the ring from your left hand, replacing it with your wedding ring.
It had been six months since you were forced to marry Jung Hoseok. What felt like a nightmare slowly morphed into a paradise. Your heart beat faster whenever Hoseok beamed his smile towards you. You felt jittery at every graze of his fingers on your skin. He had become your home.
However, there was guilt in your chest. If he were to ever find out about your rendezvous in the middle of the nights, he would not be pleased. Hoseok was a cheerful person, yet you have seen him angry. You did not want to be on the receiving end. Not because he was violent, but because his glare alone would be enough to have your knees buckle.
Though, falling for Hoseok was not the plan. Although your hand was forced, you were determined to find a way out of the marriage for your heart did not belong to Hoseok.
It belonged to one of the guards, Jeon Jungkook.
Jungkook was a handsome man. His body was strong, yet his heart was soft. He was the first person you had noticed when your parents dragged you to Hoseok’s home. He had captured your heart within the few weeks of meeting him. Quick glances towards one another turned into lingering smiles. It wasn’t long until you found yourself hidden in the shadows with his mouth on yours. Your heart swelled at his touches and his sweet words had you swooning. Even though guards were allowed to have romantic partners, you both agreed it wasn’t a smart idea to go public when you were both from different social classes.
Two months into your relationship was when things crumbled around your feet.
Your parents had informed you you were to marry Hoseok, a royal with wealthy pockets. You were never a part of the meetings your parents had with Hoseok’s parents. Only then did you find out your parents were making a deal. A marriage to unite two wealthy homes in exchange for peace, information, and of course, more money.
You were scheduled to meet Jungkook that night in the gardens. He was already there when you had arrived. He had appeared nervous, but you never noticed. Your mind was too clogged with distress at the news.
You had run into his arms, tears swelling in your eyes as you clung to his solid body fr comfort. He shushed you softly. After telling him the news, he had tried to ease you.
“This won’t change things between us,” he had spoken. His hand brushed away the tears sliding down your cheeks.
“W-what do you mean?” You hiccuped, grabbing his hands in fear he would leave you. He smiled at you and slowly kneeled on one knee.
“Jungkook, what-”
He had pulled out a simple black box. Inside was a silver band, both of your initials engraved on the inside. It was minimalistic. It had no diamonds that you were used to, but that didn’t matter.
“I-it’s a promise ring,” Jungkook had said nervously, not wanting to get your hopes up. “I had overheard the Jungs’ conversation before you arrived. I planned to ask you later but now seems like the right time. My love for you has not faltered because of the marriage. I know you love me, too. Your heart belongs to me, Yn. I promise we’ll find a way out of this. I promise I’ll never stop loving you.”
You had wanted to believe him—to trust that his words were factual. That everything was going to be okay and that this marriage wouldn’t break the bond you had with him. So with shaky hands and another hiccup, you had accepted his ring.
Since you had to wear Hoseok’s wedding ring, the promise ring resided on your right hand. To the public, it was just another decorative on your hand, but you and Jungkook knew its true meaning.
It wasn’t until now that you had slipped off Hoseok’s ring and replaced it with Jungkook’s.
But the feeling inside your chest was different than before. Jungkook’s ring made you uneasy. It had your brows furrowing with the thought something wasn’t right. Something about the ring no longer felt joyful.
Something about Jungkook’s ring on your left hand felt wrong.
Three raps on the door had you jump in surprise. You padded your way to the door, unlocking it, and slowly opening it.
A familiar figure hastily slipped inside and shut the door by pushing your back against it.
“Hey baby,” Jungkook whispered, a bunny-esque smile on display as he leaned down to peck your lips. “I missed you. You looked so beautiful today; it took everything in me not to pull you into a storage room.”
He chuckled at his words and kissed you again, this time, he kept his lips on yours. You followed his movements half-heartedly—always one beat behind. The usual smile you greeted him with was absent when he pulled away. The smile you tried to offer was pathetic and it didn’t take long for Jungkook to notice.
“D-did I hurt you when I pushed you? What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes quickly filling with worry as he eased his grip on your hips.
You shook your head. “No. I’m fi- I’m not hurt.”
Jungkook stared at you as he observed your face. You knew he could tell there was something off.
“What’s wrong then? You can talk to me,” he tried to soothe you. Your eyes flickered down to his chest. He was still in his guard’s uniform.
When you didn’t reply, he gently lifted your chin up with his finger. “Baby?” He questioned quietly. You could tell how worried he was from the way his eyes grew, making him appear younger with his Bambi-eyes.
Your throat tightened when you thought about it all. From the way your heart no longer beat for him, to the way his ring no longer brought you comfort. After weeks of brushing it off, you were slowly coming to terms with your new feelings.
Every kiss with Hoseok erupted butterflies in your stomach, while kisses with Jungkook now felt… Lackluster.
His words in the garden haunted you as his stare burned into you.
“You’re scaring me, baby,” he murmured, not sure what to do.
You kept your eyes on his chest when you replied. “S-sorry. I just… I think… We should-”
You broke off your choppy sentence with a sigh. The words were like acid. You knew it was going to break him, which ultimately made you want to back out. You could lie to him. You could pretend everything was fine.
But that was wrong and selfish.
Jungkook has always treated you with the utmost care and devotion. He didn’t deserve to be strung along.
“Yn-”
“You’re so amazing,” you interrupted, eyes raising to his. He looked startled for a moment before a smile formed on his lips. He squeezed your hips and pulled you closer.
“You’re more amazing,” he said and pecked your lips again.
“T-thanks,” you answered awkwardly. You paused to gain courage. “I… I think you’re a great man. A man whose heart is too big for his chest. You’ve always been so supportive and you’ve made me feel so loved.”
Jungkook’s smile was faltering with every word you said. You dropped your eyes again, unable to see what you were doing to the man you once loved. He didn’t reply.
“You’ve taught me things that have made me a better person. You were the first man I ever truly loved and felt loved by. I’ll always appreciate that,” you continued and closed your eyes as you tried to recollect yourself. You could feel yourself on the verge of tears. The speech you had memorized was flashing behind your eyes, yet it did nothing to calm your nerves.
“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” He questioned, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes met his. They were glossy, but his cheeks were dry. He was forcing himself to hold back his tears. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was trying to make himself feel angry, but they quickly relaxed—replaced with dejection instead.
“You’ve been so good to me,” you answered, avoiding his question. You were hoping he would let it go, but you knew better. He wasn’t going to.
“Why the past tense? I’m going to continue being good to you, baby.” The pet name was said hesitantly. It was as if he could keep you tethered to him if he used the sweet name. If he used the word he was so accustomed to for you, it would make him feel more comfortable. Like nothing was wrong.
“I-I’m sure you would have been,” you said, wincing mentally at having used past tense again.
He stared at you silently. His eyes bounced from your somber face to your rigid body until his eyes caught on your hands. The only ring on your hands was Hoseok’s. Jungkook’s ring was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t on your right hand, where it usually was.
“You took it off,” he stated. If you could hear when a heart broke, you were sure you would’ve heard the sound now.
You tried to hide your hands behind your back, but Jungkook was quick to grab them. He lifted them up to his face as if his eyes were playing tricks with him. Surely it was still there.
“D-did you misplaced it? I won’t be mad if you did. It happens. I can get you anoth-”
“No, Jungkook. I didn’t misplace it.”
He swallowed harshly and slowly released your hands. Silenced loomed over the both of you as he stared at your hands. You involuntarily twisted Hoseok’s ring in nervousness as you waited for him to say something.
Although the huff was quiet, you could hear it loud and clear in the soundless room. “You’re choosing him over me?”
It was as if he had put all the puzzle pieces together. He looked up at your face still bowed. Like before, the flash of fury turned into anguish swiftly. His hands withdrew from your hips and he took a couple of steps away from you.
“You promised me,” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Wh- Was it something I did?”
You finally met his eyes again. This time, his cheeks were wet. Your heart was heavy at the sight. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and rock him until he felt calm, but that wasn’t going to be possible. Not when you were the cause of such sorrow.
“You did nothing wrong, Jungkook,” you reassured. “It’s- I just… I don’t feel the same anymore.”
He quickly wiped a tear falling and he pursed his lips together. His chest was rising and falling faster than before. He tore his gaze from you and shoved his shaky hands into his pockets.
“D-do you still have the ring?” He stuttered, eyes still not meeting yours. You nodded but remembered he wasn’t looking at you.
“Yes.” You started to reach into your pocket where it was hidden since you figured he wanted it back, but your movements were stopped by his reply.
“Keep it.” A sharp sniffle sounded in the room and you watched as he rolled his shoulders back and stood up straighter. His eyes found yours. They were still flooded with woe, but there was something else in his eyes. Something akin to determination.
Before you could reply, he spoke again. “I won’t wait forever, but maybe, if for some miracle you decide to come back to me, I want you to have it with you already.”
He made his way towards you and your heart thumped with the prospect of him touching you again. Despite your fading feelings for Jungkook, something about his words elicited former feelings. However, when he reached past you to grab the door handle, you quickly realized you were simply in his way.
He observed you silently as you moved away. His stare lingered on your eyes, lips tugging into a frown.
“I hope you’re happy,” he said softly before pulling the door open and sliding out. His words held no malice. You knew he truly wanted you to find happiness.
As you watched him walk down the corridor, you couldn’t help but want to call out his name. There was no reason for it. You had nothing left to say and making him stay longer would just be torturing him.
Although your heart was gradually belonging to Hoseok, you couldn’t stop the feeling of Jungkook walking away with a piece of it.
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Operation: V.O.C || kth
💋 Introduction
↣ Pairing: Virgin Nerd!Kim Taehyung x Popular!Reader
↣ Genre: Social media au
↣ Summary: You were never one to back down from a bet. When your friends found out Kim Taehyung was the only male virgin on campus, they dare you to try and sleep with him by the end of the school year. What you didn’t expect was to fall for the sweet dweeb.
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Operation: V.O.C || kth
💋 One: Anime to IRL boob physics
↣ Pairing: Virgin Nerd!Kim Taehyung x Popular!Reader
↣ Genre: Social media au
↣ Summary: You were never one to back down from a bet. When your friends found out Kim Taehyung was the only male virgin on campus, they dare you to try and sleep with him by the end of the school year. What you didn’t expect was to fall for the sweet dweeb.
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Operation: Virgin On Campus Masterlist || kth
↣ Summary: You were never one to back down from a bet. When your friends found out Kim Taehyung was the only male virgin on campus, they dare you to try and sleep with him by the end of the school year. What you didn’t expect was to fall for the sweet dweeb.
↣ Banner by @outromoni (isn’t it beautiful? Look at it!)
↣ Genre: Social media au, Fluff, Smut, Angst
↣ Pairing: Virgin Nerd!Taehyung x Popular!Reader
↣ Status: On Going
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