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sftykth · 2 years
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the top ten - JJK preview
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banner done by me! ♡
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↠ summary: A school who ranks their students based on beauty in the top ten program has Jungkook and his friends seen as the superior students amongst others. Jungkook takes a particular liking to a girl but will the social rank get in the way from something blossoming between the two?
↠ pairing: Jungkook x Yn
↠ type: e2l - inspired by the girl from nowhere
↠ Coming soon !! Let me know if you want to be tagged !!
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authors note: hello everyone! you might recognise me if you read my first story ‘perfect now’ i’m excited to announce that i will be writing a new jungkook story im so excited! i still haven’t decided whether to do it as a sm au or a writing type. it will become more clearer later on. pls let me know ur thoughts and if ur excited to read this !! <33
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kimnjss · 2 years
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jungkook birthday drabbles
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IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN !! in honor of jungkook’s birthday being right around the corner (lowkey snuck up on me ngl) - for the next few days i’m going to be taking drabble requests for the social media aus aND THE ONE SHOTS !! i have written for him on my account! which are: strawberry kisses, love formula, cherry pickers, banana milk, desperate housewife... etc!
**you can also send in requests for clips with context! and any other jungkook fic on my masterlist !!
so if there were any moments that you wanted to see, questions you want to ask, any scenarios you’ve thought of or if you’ve just been wondering what has happened since we last saw them - don’t hesitate to send me an ask to find out! i’ll also be reopening character asks for their aus as well!
make sure you clarify which au you’re requesting for and exactly what your request is to make sure it gets answered! i will be posting these drabbles as they come in up until september 2nd!
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curryshesus · 5 months
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bts fics that give me life in a drought
(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 2
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didn't expect to make a part 2 so soon but seeing how much recognition the first one got, here we are! some of these contain a hearty amount of angst, and oh they're just simply divine :( once again, please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did!
➺ knife’s edge - by @readyplayerhobi
| jungkook x reader, jimin x reader | 141.8k
mafia au, fluff, angst, smut, violence, series
>> summary: "the jeon clan is family, built on blood and loyalty. it’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the clan, jeon jungkook. you would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?"
this fic absolutely BROKE ME. i was so conflicted all throughout and deadass went through all the 50 stages of grief. the angst was unparalleled. the fluff had me giggling like a madman cuz jk is an absolute sweetheart :( jimin is too :(( y/n is dumb and so is her situation :((( i cherish this fic sm
➺ novocaine - by @kinktae
| jimin x reader |
1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut, series
>> summary: "going home was hard – painful even. but falling back in love with jimin, the boy you left behind? downright gut-wrenching."
➺ ghostin him- by @adonis-koo
| namjoon x reader (taehyung x reader) | 26k
angst, angst, as well as angst. comfort too dw, one-shot
>> summary: "life is nothing more than dull colors for you, your world shattered and laying in the shards of what once was rather than focusing on what is. that is until you meet kim namjoon, who is immediately taken by you without realizing you’re a girl with a whole lot of baggage, through tears and many sleepless nights you’re faced with a choice of hanging on with bleeding hands, or accepting what is, and letting go."
ohmygod the writing hello? the amount of soul, depth, and sheer utter beauty in missy's words are beyond me. had me sobbing every other line and my heart aching all throughout and boy was it worth it.
➺ take five - by @jiminrings
| yoongi x reader | 10k
angst, fluff, unrequited love, pinning
summary: "dr. min yoongi's a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand - oh and also, he's divorced."
➺ page turner - by @gukslut
| taehyung x reader | 13.6k
teacher!tae/ librarian!reader, fluff, smut, minor angst
summary: "corny romance and a zillion cheesy Romeo and Juliet quotes and references."
my tainted hopeless romantic heart ugh. they're so cute.
➺ bloom- by @hobidreams
| namjoon x reader | 20.7k
assassin!reader x florist!namjoon, smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff
>> summary: "family is who you kill for. who you die for. in this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. but when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation you’ve ever known. that is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poet’s heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom."
➺ counterfeit culture - by @ggukcangetit
| seokjin x reader | 29k
modern day au loosely based on jane austen’s pride & prejudice, e2l, fluff, smut, comedy
>>summary: “for as long as you can remember, you’ve always known right from wrong, good from bad, and woke from entitled/ignorant. but when you continue to cross paths with Kim Seokjin - the apparent antithesis of everything you believe in - certain walls begin to crumble. and over time, you come to realise that the world isn’t black and white, first impressions can be misleading, and that you are just as guilty as each person you’ve judged so harshly. realisation brings acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, acceptance can bring something more.”
➺ if i told you - by @gukyi
| jungkook x reader | 22k
friends to lovers!au, college!au, fluff, comedy, angst
>> summary: "in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him."
➺ to hold a dragon's heart - by @softlyjiminie
| taehyung x reader | 19.1k
dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader, smut, angst, fluff, forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au
>> summary: "two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge, never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?"
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hamsterclaw · 1 year
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Afterburner
All Jungkook's ever wanted to do is fly, and he's damned good at it. Then you turn up, and get under his skin.
Genre: Fighter pilot! JK AU, smut
Word count: 8k
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Sex, swearing, fighter pilots, plane crashes
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Wing Commander Jeon Jungkook has done all the calculations he needs to land safely, even on a moving target. He casts a glance at his controls, but he’s not looking at individual displays, just making sure nothing’s red or alarming. His arm is stretched, instinctively locked, and he allows it to relax, allows the throttle to move forward.
Jungkook’s clocked in close to a thousand flight hours in the F-35, more than any other pilot in his squadron, but he’s never taken any of it for granted. He takes his hand off the throttle just long enough to lower the landing gear and flaps. 
Now or never.
Jungkook executes an almost perfect vertical landing on the tarmac of the Destroyer with his eyes closed because frankly if anything went wrong right now it would be beyond his control. 
He opens his eyes, thanks whoever’s looking out for him and climbs out of the cockpit. There’s no time for the adrenaline to ebb, because as soon as his feet touch solid ground on water, he sees a familiar blond head.
He’s too far away to make out his expression, but there’s only one man on this ship with blond hair, and Jungkook’s known Jimin long enough to tell by the way his shoulders are squared that he’s tense, angry.
Jimin’s level-headed normally, he didn’t come by his callsign Durumi by chance. He’s always been slow to anger, able to maintain his perspective, capable of finding a peaceful way forward in almost any conflict. His cool head under pressure makes him valuable in battle, not that they ever engage in dogfights these days.
After knowing him for over a decade, Jungkook can count the number of times he’s seen Jimin angry on one hand. He’s started forward, recognising a bad situation when he sees it, when the fight starts.
It’s quick, merciless and brutal in its efficiency. Jimin darts away, ducks the first blow from the taller man he’s been facing off with, and lands a beautifully timed swing to the other man’s jaw, knocking him out cold.
The man, who Jungkook now recognises as Lee Hyeok, a new transplant from the now defunct 492nd squadron, crumples to the floor, and for the first time, Jungkook sees you.
He knows of you, even if he’s never officially met you. There aren’t that many women around, not in this job, and there hadn’t been any women in his squadron before the merger with 492.
His first impression of you is of blankness. If watching the two men fight had any impact on you whatsoever, it doesn’t show in your smooth expression. 
Jungkook doesn’t trust what he can’t see. And he sure as fuck doesn’t trust you, given what’s just happened.
‘What the hell, Jimin?’ he asks, voice tense, one eye on the fallen pilot sprawled on the deck.
Jimin’s gaze flicks to yours, and you both start speaking at the same time.
Jungkook holds up a hand. ‘This is going to be an investigation, you know that,’ he says, to Jimin more than you.
‘There’s nothing to investigate,’ says Lee Hyeok. He gets up, unsteady but recovering rapidly. He fixes Jungkook with a steady gaze. ‘I fell.’
Jungkook hardens his stare. ‘I saw him —‘
Unexpectedly, you step forward. ‘It was my fault,’ you say, quietly, convincingly.
Jimin’s trying to step in front of you. 
Jungkook throws his hands up, exasperated. 
‘If this happens again I’m reporting all three of you,’ Jungkook says. 
Wisely, all three of you fall silent. 
‘Go and get checked out in the infirmary,’ Jungkook orders.
Jimin grabs your arm as you try to move away. ‘You need to get checked out too,’ he says, firmly.
Jungkook can’t see any visible injuries on you, unlike Jimin’s swollen hand and Hyeok’s bruised jaw. 
‘I’m fine,’ you say, but you go along with them anyway.
Jungkook watches you walk away, with a sense of foreboding. He’d known the merger of 492nd and his own wouldn’t be smooth, but he wonders what the hell that had been about.
***
The next morning, Jungkook wakes to an ache in his neck from years of straining against g-forces and an erection that he takes care of in the shower. It’s been a while since he last got laid, he’s just come off a mission in the South.
He casts a cursory glance in the mirror as he gets dressed in his regs. His hair’s getting longer, starting to wave in a way it doesn’t when he’s on top of getting it cut regularly. 
He’s going to need to stop by the barber later this morning.
The truth is, though, that Jungkook doesn’t think about the way he looks much. At least not in the way women seem to view him. He’d never thought twice about his eyes until an ex had snapped at him to ‘stop making those goddamn doe eyes’ at her. He’s always been athletic, the defined abs and shoulders he’s had since high school have only got more prominent since he started training more, eating well. He’d never really thought about his thighs until another ex had seemed to get off on how they felt under her. 
So although he’s never had to make an effort to find a woman willing to sleep with him, Jungkook’s never been the type of guy to take advantage. 
Jungkook’s always wanted to fly, and everything else has always, always, only ever been a means to that. 
He laces his boots, right before left, and heads for the canteen. He picks up a tray, looks for somewhere to sit, really scanning for Jimin or Namjoon or Yoongi. He doesn’t see any of his friends, but he does see you.
You’re sitting alone by the window, conspicuous in your solitariness. Jungkook finds his feet taking him over to you, an instinct he doesn’t understand but he learned long ago to trust his gut.
You look up as he puts his tray down and takes the seat opposite you. You nod a greeting and carry on eating like you don’t intend to say anything to him.
Jungkook watches as you gulp your coffee.
‘You know, if you’re eating quicker to finish your meal and get away from me, you don’t have to,’ he tells you.
You put your empty cup down.
‘I can move,’ he offers.
‘It’s nothing like that, Commander Jeon,’ you say. Your face is expressionless, blank as usual. ‘I’m thinking about the day ahead.’
Jungkook spoons his porridge. ‘I didn’t mean to presume,’ he says. ‘Did the docs clear you for duty?’
There’s the barest flicker across your face as you reply. ‘I’ve been cleared. Jimin and Hyeok are off for a week.’ 
‘Want to tell me what happened?’ he asks.
Your eyes study his face, and if Jungkook didn’t already know you were holding back he’d have worked it out by the emotions he can see in your eyes.
Then you blink, and sit back. 
‘I have nothing to say, Commander,’ you say. 
You’ve decided not to trust him, and Jungkook’s irritated about it, enough that there’s an edge to his voice as he says, ‘there’s a flight exercise at 1200 hours. We’re going up in the F-15.’
You nod, and pick up your tray. ‘I’ll be there, Commander.’
Jungkook looks down at his now lukewarm porridge after you walk away. Somehow he’s lost his appetite.
***
It’s a beautiful day for flying. Jungkook’s cued up first, waiting for the go ahead from the control tower, that familiar electricity coursing through his veins. No matter how many times he suits up, it never gets old.
He flicks the engine switch, hand on the throttle, feet braced on the rudder pedals. He goes through the steps, 0 to 175 in under two minutes and then he’s off, positive rate of climb. 
He can see in his helmet-mounted cueing system that everything’s as it should be. He evens out at fifty thousand feet, and checks his colour display to see you taking up wingman alongside him.
Your cool voice sounds in his in-ears, sounding like you’re in his head.
‘All good, Hawk?’
Jungkook knows that, as far as callsigns go, he’s fortunate to have been named ‘Hawk’, unlike Namjoon’s ‘Snoopy’ or Taehyung’s ‘Baby G’, but he’s never seen himself as a ‘hawk’. He much prefers Jimin’s ‘Durumi’. 
He realises he doesn’t know your callsign. 
‘It’s ‘Kokinchan’,’ you say, like you can hear the question he hasn’t voiced. ‘Like in Anpanman.’
The disgruntlement in your voice doesn’t stop the smile across Jungkook’s face, and he’s grateful you can’t see it. 
‘Ok, Kokinchan. Ready to fly?’
By the time Jungkook lands on the tarmac, he’s learned two things about you. One, you’re a pretty steady, reliable wingman and two — totally unrelated to flying….
Your voice sounds incredible in his ear. 
Initially, he’d thought you were a blank, difficult to read. Listening to you during the flight, he’d been able to pick up all your emotions in your voice. The lilt in your words as you’d executed a manoeuvre perfectly in sync with him, the hitch in your breathing as you’d taken in the glorious terrain. The last breathy gasp you’d let out before you’d landed, a release after the silent concentration that had preceeded it, had sent blood shooting to his cock. 
Jungkook’s glad he’s still got his g-suit on to keep blood streaming to appropriate places in his body.
You clamber out of the cockpit, all legs, fizzing over with excitement, and catch up to him by the locker rooms.
Because he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye, he sees the moment your dizzy expression smooths over into your usual deadpan face. 
You haven’t quite managed to curb the emotion in your voice, though, and Jungkook has the uncharacteristic urge to pull you under his arm and squeeze you when you say, ‘incredible,’ voice vibrating.
Jungkook starts unzipping his g-suit to give himself something to do. Behind him, he can hear you rustling, getting changed yourself. 
You spend time unlacing your boots, placing them carefully in your locker.
Jungkook’s amused by your persnicketiness, a stark contrast to the piles of boots scattered throughout the locker room.
He says, meaning it as a joke, ‘I don’t think anyone else wears your size.’
In his squadron, Jimin’s not a lot taller than you but his feet are definitely bigger than yours. 
You don’t look his way. ‘I don’t want to share with a bunch of stinky male feet,’ you reply. 
Jungkook’s so attuned to your voice by now he picks up a guardedness that he hasn’t heard since he met you that first time.
You don’t give him time to think about it.
When you turn to him, your expression is fractionally warmer than your customary blankness. ‘See you at lunch, Commander.’
***
He doesn’t see you at lunch. In fact, the next time Jungkook sees you, you’re wearing a short dress and leaning back against the bar in the nice restaurant in town.
He says your real name, and you give him a smile so pained he thinks for a second it isn’t you.
Then you say his name back. 
‘I’m hiding,’ you say by way of explanation, manoeuvring yourself so that he’s between you and the rest of the room.
‘Need a wingman?’ Jungkook offers, for lack of anything better to say. You’re leaning forward, head close to his, and from this vantage point he can see down the low neck of your dress. 
He forces his eyes back to your face. Thankfully you haven’t noticed his lapse.
You look morose. ‘I wish I had Snoopy to aim a laser at him,’ you reply. You brighten. ‘Maybe you could shoot him down.’
Jungkook’s only mildly concerned, he’s seen you being merciless in training exercises and he’s pretty sure you can look after yourself.
‘I don’t know why I bother to date,’ you sigh.
Then you seem to notice how smartly dressed he is. ‘Shit, sorry, are you meeting someone?’
‘She cancelled,’ Jungkook explains. ‘I have a table. I was looking forward to the wagyu.’
‘She’s a fool to cancel on you, look at you,’ you say, loyally. 
‘Where’s your date?’ Jungkook asks.
‘I excused myself to use the ladies,’ you say, face falling as you remember your predicament. ‘He was explaining how the F-18 weapons systems work.’
‘He knows you fly them, doesn’t he?’ Jungkook asks, incredulous.
You roll your eyes. ‘Some men.’ 
You shrug. ‘I should fly one over his house,’ you say, despondent. ‘We haven’t even ordered and I’m looking forward to leaving.’
There’s an unfamiliar male voice over Jungkook’s shoulder. 
‘There you are,’ says a good-looking, tall guy, smiling at you.
Jungkook’s always been quick on his feet. 
He turns to face the guy. ‘Honey,’ he says, voice exasperated. ‘I thought we weren’t doing this anymore.’
You blink up at him, so quick he has whiplash. ‘Baby, he’s cute, you said —-‘
‘I’m sorry,’ Jungkook says to the guy, acting embarrassed. ‘We’re in an open marriage but well, we agreed to —-‘
You slide smoothly up to him, hand hooking into the crook of his arm like you’ve done it a million times before. ‘But daddy —-‘
Jungkook stares you down sternly. ‘We said no more pickups unless we talk about it beforehand. And where’s your wedding ring?’
You pout up at him. ‘Daddy I can’t pick up guys with a wedding ring on.’ 
Jungkook sighs, turning back to your unfortunate date. ‘Sorry, man. We need to talk —-‘
The guy’s already backing away, hands up. ‘I had no idea,’ he says to Jungkook. ‘That she was married.’
Jungkook waves him away and turns back to you.
‘Daddy?’ he asks, under his breath. ‘Do I seem like a daddy to you?’
‘He’s out the door,’ you report, gracing him with a smile so bright he can’t help but smile back. ‘Do you still have your table? I like wagyu too.’
‘You’re buying, Kokinchan,’ Jungkook grumbles.
‘I’ll even spring for dessert,’ you promise. 
***
The steak’s as buttery and delicious as Jungkook had expected, going down easy with the wine you’d ordered with a careless gesture at the wine list.
You’re concentrating on your steak, humming as you enjoy it, and Jungkook likes watching you.
‘Why Kokinchan?’ he asks.
You narrow your eyes at him, skin gleaming in the candlelight. ‘I made Minseok cry once. And I cried too.’
‘What happened?’ 
‘Dropped the weight I was holding on his balls.’ You grimace. ‘He cried and I felt so bad I cried too, running him to the infirmary.’
‘On purpose?’
There’s a shadow across your expression. ‘Hyeok thought it’d be funny to sneak up on me and grab my ass. Minseok was a bystander.’
Jungkook’s got the sense there’s more to the story you’re not telling him. 
You shrug and change the subject. 
‘So how come your date ditched you?’ you ask. ‘Apart from that she’s an idiot, of course.’
‘Of course,’ agrees Jungkook, smiling crookedly at you.
It’s his turn to shrug. ‘Maybe she turned up and didn’t like the look of me.’
You scoff. ‘Please, you look great. That shade of blue suits you. Better than khaki and black, anyway. I didn’t know you had a lip ring.’
Jungkook’s trying to keep up. ‘I like wearing black.’
‘We wear black all the time,’ you reply. You gesture to the silvery dress you have on. ‘It’s nice to wear something else.’
Jungkook’s trying to think of something to say when you say, quickly. ‘I’m not fishing for a compliment. Just to clarify.’
‘I wasn’t going to give you one,’ he says, honestly. 
You laugh. ‘Shit. Thanks, I guess.’
You lift your wine and clink glasses with him. 
‘Cheers, Hawk. What do you want for dessert?’
***
Jungkook pays the taxi driver and is wondering if he should offer you his jacket when he realises you’re already halfway to the block of living quarters.
‘Wait up,’ he calls.
You wave a graceful arm at him without turning around. ‘I don’t put out on a first date, not even for a man who can fire a cannon.’
Jungkook stops, torn between amusement and exasperation.
‘I just wanted to say thanks for dinner,’ he says.
You turn, and he realises you’re more off-balance than he originally thought.
‘How drunk are you?’ he wonders out loud.
You tip your head to one side, counting.
Jungkook stares at you, brow furrowed.
‘Three,’ you say, decisive. ‘There are three of you.’
You shake your head. ‘No, four.’
‘Need help getting into your flat?’ Jungkook asks, rolling his eyes.
You frown at him, offended. ‘Of course not. See you at training tomorrow, Commander.’
You give him a tipsy salute and turn away.
Jungkook waits until you’re safely inside the building anyway.
***
Jungkook looks up as you slide into your seat in the briefing room. You’re technically right on time, but everyone else arrived ten minutes early.
You give him a tentative smile that he doesn’t have time to return. 
Colonel Park, a decorated veteran and director of the fighter pilot programme, clears his throat and begins.
Jungkook already knows about this upcoming mission, as leader of the 490th squadron, he’s been pre-briefed.
On the surface, it’s simple enough. The mission only needs four pilots, two to make a drop and two to create a diversion and cover the drop.
Jimin, back from medical leave and none the worse for wear, nods his way.
After the brief he comes up to Jungkook. 
‘Flip for it?’ he says, that familiar shit-eating grin on his face as Jungkook rolls his eyes.
Jungkook’s the most decorated pilot in the squadron but Jimin’s a close second. 
Jungkook shrugs.
Jimin produces a coin and flips it onto his palm. 
‘Heads,’ Jungkook calls.
It’s tails.
‘Great. I’ll make the drop, you provide the distraction. Also, you get Kokinchan,’ Jimin says.
‘Shit, did they just flip for us?’ Taehyung asks, nudging you, pretending to be offended.
You shrug. ‘All you boys look the same in my afterburner,’ you say, to a chorus of whoops from Jimin and Taehyung.
Jungkook catches your gaze. ‘If your trash talk’s as good as your flying, Kokinchan, we’ve got this,’ he says, easy.
‘My flying’s even better, Hawk, it’s your lucky day.’
Jungkook laughs and follows you to the locker rooms to suit up.
***
You’re tight on Jungkook’s tail, keeping up with him even though the terrain’s unfamiliar to you both.
He pulls his nose up. There’s a SMARD missile a few hundred meters away that he’s intentionally going to fly within radar detection range of, and then he’s relying on his own flying and your flares to evade.
He’s activating his mic to speak when your voice sounds in his in-ears.
‘Flares are ready when you are, Hawk.’
‘Glad you’re paying attention, baby.’
‘Maybe I’ll let them burn your ass for that.’
‘Sorry, Kokinchan. If it helps, I once called Durumi, baby. He’s never let me live it down.’
‘Durumi’s kind of a baby though, I see it.’
Jungkook laughs. 
‘Let’s go, Kokinchan.’
He adjusts his position, heading straight for the target.
He’s just entered the detection zone when his in-ears crackle with the voice of Hyemi from control. 
Jungkook has a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. 
‘Hawk, there’s a bandit, due North.’
It’s one thing to evade a SMARD, it’s another to evade a SMARD with a bandit, a hostile plane on you.
You’re already descending, trying to get out of range on the off-chance that Jungkook hasn’t triggered the SMARD.
He admires your optimism but he’s a realist.
Your voice is steady in his in-ears. ‘Ready to drop, Hawk.’
Jungkook says, terse, ‘Stay on me.’
He sees smoke, pulls back on the throttle, hard, to ascend, and you drop your flares like you’ve rehearsed it.
Your timing’s impeccable.
The SMARD zips past Jungkook just as you say, ‘don’t think he just wants to say ‘hi’’.
The bandit’s approaching too fast, right in your flight path.
He can hear you shouting, but he can’t make out any actual words apart from ‘motherfucker’, clear as day, as you fire your cannon.
The bandit implodes in front of them, a ball of burning shrapnel.
Then ‘ah shit, Hawk, I’m an engine down.’
Jungkook’s reassured by the tone of your voice, calm despite the fact you’re two octaves higher in pitch than you normally are.
‘Hey,’ he says, going for levity because you need to detach yourself from what’s just happened before the adrenaline overwhelms you. ‘Is that why they call you Kokinchan?’
‘Why?’ you ask, playing along, grasping at the hope of a punchline that you can actually laugh at to release some of the tension.
‘Because of that squeaky voice,’ he says.
His stupid joke doesn’t warrant the full-bodied laugh you let out, but Jungkook likes hearing it all the same.
‘You know what they really call you, Hawk?’ 
‘What?’ Jungkook asks, watching you carefully as you head back to base.
‘The boba-eyed fuckboi.’
‘Shut up, no one calls me that.’
You both laugh. 
Then, soft in his in-ears. ‘I can make it back with one engine right?’
‘Yeah,’ he says immediately, wanting to reassure you. ‘Just don’t break the other one.’
‘Yeah. See you on the ground, Hawk.’
‘I’ll be in your afterburner, Kokinchan.’
The last thing he hears before you land is your soft laughter.
He’s reminded again of how much he likes the way you sound.
***
Jungkook climbs out of his cockpit, looking around for you.
He finds you hunched over a bin next to the hangar, eyes watering, hand on your stomach.
Wordlessly, he hands you his water.
You flick your eyes at him as you accept and take a big swig, wiping your mouth. 
Jungkook leans against the wall next to you, head back, not wanting you to feel like he’s intruding. The setting sun warms the skin on his face and neck.
When he opens his eyes, you’re looking at him.
The ends of your hair are on fire, backlit by the sunset. 
You’re beautiful.
‘I’ve —‘ you stop, swallow. ‘I’ve never killed someone before, Hawk.’ 
Jungkook knows what you’re really asking. He’s taken down two fighters in combat because he had to. It’d taken him a while to feel normal again. 
He’s not sure he even still knows what normal is. 
‘You think about it less over time,’ he says carefully, wanting to reassure you but not wanting to give you unrealistic expectations. 
You’re looking at him intently, searching his face. 
Jungkook lets you look, stays still, gazing back at you steadily, unflinching, until you find whatever it is you’re looking for. 
You both seem to realise how close you’re standing to each other at the same time. 
You take a step back because he can’t, pressed with his back against the wall. 
‘Hey, let’s get a beer,’ he says. 
‘You buying?’ you ask, reverting to your default spiky personality. 
Jungkook has the urge to hug you, to tell you that you don’t have to put up your spikes with him, that he’ll toe whatever boundaries you put in front of him. 
Instead he says, ‘yeah. I’ll even spring for dinner, Kokinchan.’ 
Back at the locker room you drop your boots next to his. ‘I think I dropped my locker keys,’ you say, frowning. 
Jungkook says, gently, ‘you don’t have to worry about me stealing your boots.’ 
Again, he gets the odd sense that he’s missing something when he sees your expression. 
All you say is, ‘I’d like Italian for dinner please, Hawk.’ 
Jungkook’s ready to buy you whatever you want to eat. 
***
The restaurant’s busy for a Thursday but Jungkook gets you in, no problem. He doesn’t even have to use his ‘boba eyes’ although he’s sure that’s not a thing.
You��re smiling at him, open and so pretty he’s wondering how inappropriate it would be to kiss you, when your eyes focus on something behind him.
The guarded, carefully blank expression that drops across your face reminds him of curtains being drawn, of shutters being snapped shut.
‘Hyeok,’ you say tightly, and Jungkook doesn’t have to know you well, at all, to hear the tension in your voice.
Your shoulders are around your ears.
Jungkook feels tense himself as Hyeok and Sungcheol, another pilot from 492nd, stop by the table.
‘Hey, Kokinchan,’ Hyeok says. 
The words are harmless enough, but Jungkook doesn’t like the way he sounds. He especially doesn’t like the way he looks at you. 
Hyeok nods to Jungkook. ‘Commander.’
‘Heard you took down an F-15 today,’ Hyeok says.
‘What’s your point?’ you ask, voice low, barely veiled hostility in your eyes.
Jungkook wants to tell you he’s got you but you’re not even looking at him.
‘Is that what it takes to get the Commander to buy you dinner?’ Hyeok asks.
The insinuation is clear.
‘Why don’t you try it and let me know?’ you ask.
There’s a taunting, defiant note in your voice that Jungkook can’t help but admire.
He stands. ‘If you’ll excuse us, I promised Kokinchan dinner for saving our asses earlier,’ he says firmly, indicating they should move on.
When he sits back down you’re quiet until he says, ‘hey.’
The look you give him is very different from how you’d been until now. He’s reminded of that first time he sat across from you at breakfast, how you’d finished your scalding hot coffee in record time in your haste to move.
‘Why are fighter pilots such assholes,’ you mutter.
‘I don’t know. A baseline disrespect for authority or anyone who tells us ‘no’? A deluded sense of god-like power from cheating death repeatedly?’
You’re looking at him again, and Jungkook’s not going to let you hide back in your shell.
‘You and I are still the same, Kokinchan, and today we’ve earned these carbs. Eat up.’
‘I didn’t know you’d ever met a carb,’ you say, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips now.
‘Thank you for noticing,’ Jungkook says, flexing.
The smile on your face is brief, only lasting the gap between bites, but it’s enough for Jungkook.
By the time dessert comes round Jungkook’s gently teasing you, revelling in your embarrassment as he reminds you about the choice swear words you shouted into his in-ears during the mission.
‘You’re one to talk,’ you say. ‘You sound really breathy when you’re gaining altitude.’
Jungkook raises a brow.
‘It’s practically pornographic,’ you continue.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. ‘Please, Durumi is more pornographic than me. You should hear him when he’s pushing g’s.’
‘Oh my god, Baby G’s the worst,’ you say, but there’s affection in your voice.
‘That’s because his voice is sexy as a baseline,’ Jungkook points out. 
‘Yeah, we used to share a flat before I got fed up with hearing all his sex talk,’ you say. 
‘He does seem like the kind of guy who’d talk a lot during sex,’ Jungkook agrees.
‘Just noises are fine for me thanks, throw in a couple of oh baby’s and I’m good,’ you say, lightly.
Jungkook realises you’ve made it all the way to your door. 
You say, ‘thanks for dinner, Hawk,’ but you don’t move, standing with your back pressed against the door.
Jungkook feels like he’s not ready to say goodbye, but he’s not going to push you into anything.
‘It does get better,’ he tells you. 
You smile. ‘The aftermath of taking down another pilot or Baby G’s sex talk? Because Taehyung only gets worse, I can tell you.’
You’re joking of course, deflecting again.
Jungkook can feel your eyes on his face.
He leans forward a little, putting his weight on the closed door, giving you time to move if you want to.
Instead you stay put, face tilted to his.
There’s no reason to be standing like this apart from that he very badly wants to kiss you.
‘Hawk,’ you breathe. You’re reaching up, pressing a chaste, sweet kiss to his cheek. 
‘Thanks for dinner.’
Jungkook smiles at you. ‘Anytime, Kokinchan.’
You smile at him again, then turn and let yourself into your apartment.
Jungkook’s left with a vague tightness in his pants and a sense that this thing with you could be something good if you let it.
***
Jungkook wakes the next morning thinking of you.
His hand brushes his erect cock, fingers tightening around himself.
He pumps his fist once, the memory of your pretty lips on his cheek making his dick harden even more.
He’s no virgin but the thought of getting to see you in the pale lace lingerie he’d glimpsed that night he’d run into you at that restaurant and accidentally looked down the low neck of your top makes him keep moving his fist.
Shit. Is he really doing this?
Even as he ponders the morality of it his hands are moving, uncapping the lube he keeps under his mattress like he’s some teenager and not a full grown adult who changes his own sheets.
Jungkook groans at the slide, dick hardening even more as he remembers how firm your breasts felt against his chest when you kissed him.
Fuck, you’d kissed him! With those lips he’s been a little too respectful to imagine around his cock. 
God, you’d smelled so good.
He’s gasping now, hand moving faster, other hand cupping his balls. 
He thinks of the breathy gasp you’d let out when you landed the F-15, the way your voice sounds when you say ‘fuck’ and he’s gone.
As he’s cleaning up he wonders, a little guiltily, whether he’ll be able to look you in the face at breakfast.
***
As it turns out, he doesn’t see you at breakfast.
He’s picking up his gear from the locker room, when he notices that your boots have moved from where they were next to his.
He frowns. It takes him a while to spot them, longer to realise why they look odd.
Your laces have been cut, all the way across the middle, laid open, useless.
He picks them up, heads for the mess lounge. 
Stops in front of the stupid bulletin board no one ever looks at, including him.
There’s a picture of you, but not as he’s ever seen you before.
It’s your face, certainly, pretty and smiling, stuck onto a printout of a naked female body. 
It’s glaring, crude, invasive. 
Jungkook stares at it incredulously, startles guiltily when he hears your voice.
You tear it off the bulletin board, crumpling it in your fist.
‘I’d chuck it in the trash but there’s no guarantee someone wouldn’t just lift it out and put it up again,’ you say, voice carefully, cautiously flat.
You nod to the boots in his hand. 
‘I have a new set of laces, I always have a spare pair with me,’ you say. 
Jungkook lets you take the boots from him.
He finds his voice.
‘Has this happened before, Y/N?’
You wince at the sound of your real name instead of your callsign.
You shrug. 
‘I don’t have anything to say about it, Commander.’
Like you, Jungkook blinks at the sting of his title instead of the more familiar ‘Hawk’ he’d got accustomed to you calling him. 
‘Kokinchan,’ he says, willing you to trust him.
You’re looking above his head, through him instead of at him.
‘I can help. If someone in the squadron is doing all this I can help make it stop,’ Jungkook says.
You’re looking at him now, eyes softening.
‘It’s a society that enables this kind of hateful misogyny that has to change, Hawk, not you.’
There’s a sadness to your smile that punches him in the chest.
You turn, back straight, and leave the room as he’s trying to think of something to say.
***
You’re sitting with Jimin at dinner when Jungkook turns up. 
‘You ok?’ Jungkook asks. He hasn’t seen you since the lounge, he’d had to go to another brief.
Your expression is difficult to read. 
‘I’m good, Hawk. Heard you got called in by Colonel Park.’
Jimin’s looking at him expectantly, so Jungkook allows the change of subject.
‘We’ve got another job to do,’ he says, reluctantly. ‘We’ll get a full brief tomorrow but it’s another drop.’
‘Who’s going?’ Jimin asks.
‘We need six,’ Jungkook says, ‘and two alternates.’
He looks at you. 
‘You’re flying with Skua.’
Skua is Hyeok’s callsign.
‘Fuck that. I’ll fly with Skua,’ Jimin says, instantly, vehement. ‘You can’t put Kokinchan in with that asshole.’
You’re looking at Jungkook, expression blank. It’s only the tenseness in your shoulders that gives any sign that any of this affects you.
‘I’m guessing you and Durumi are up front, and me and Skua and Baby G and Snoopy are wingmen?’
Jungkook says, ‘if you and Skua have a problem you need to let me know.’
He’s open to changing things around, hell, he’ll lie through his teeth if there’s any genuine risk from pairing you with Skua.
He’ll get you the hell out if you ask.
Instead you say, ‘there’s no problem, Hawk.’
‘That asshole —-‘ Jimin starts indignantly.
You put your hand on his arm. ‘Durumi, I can’t fly if I can’t work in a team with everyone,’ you say.
‘Swap me out with Baby G, he can fly lead and Snoopy and Skua can pair up. I’ll fly with Kokinchan,’ Jimin says to Jungkook.
You say, so lightly Jungkook’s almost fooled, ‘you’re too good to fly wing, Jimin. Also, come on, me and Skua have flown together before.’
Jimin argues, ‘before he tried to grab your ass? Before he tried to pull your top down? Before the hundredth time he cut your laces? Before he left that obscene picture of you on the billboard?’
Jungkook’s stunned. ‘It was Hyeok who did all that?’
You say, very firmly, ‘I can’t prove that he cut my laces or printed that picture.’
You put your hand on Jimin’s arm again. ‘Jimin, if I made a formal complaint, you know I’d be grounded whilst an investigation took place.’
Jungkook says, ‘you wouldn’t be grounded—‘
He breaks off at the look you give him. 
‘He’s never done anything whilst we’ve been flying,’ you point out. ‘He wants to fly just as much as I do, as we all do.’
You’re pushing away from the dinner table, lifting your tray. 
‘It’ll be fine, Hawk,’ you say. You put your hand on Jimin’s shoulder, and, reluctantly, he puts his hand over yours. 
‘I’m gonna get some downtime before tomorrow,’ you say. 
You’re walking away like there’s nothing left to say.
***
You’re almost late again, sliding in the seat next to Jungkook at the brief the next morning with barely thirty seconds to spare.
He glances at you. 
Your hair is pulled back, the collar of your jumpsuit folded neatly. 
You’re crisp, clean, and you give him a smile so detached he wants to shake you.
The brief is quick, it’s a route you’ve all flown before, and you’ve been training together for weeks now.
Jungkook’s getting changed into his g-suit when he realises you’re not in the locker room with the rest of the team.
He’s about to go looking for you, when you emerge from the single shower cubicle, fully suited up. 
‘Thanks, Durumi,’ you say quietly.
Jimin’s been getting changed himself outside the cubicle door whilst you got changed inside, blocking any access to you.
Jimin replies, ‘no problem, Kokinchan. Laces all good?’
Jungkook looks at your feet and realises you’ve swapped out your regulation black laces for bright orange. 
‘They’re great,’ you say, beaming at him. ‘Aren’t they, Hawk?’
‘You’ll be visible from space in those,’ teases Jungkook. 
You’re looking around as you reach the runway. 
Jungkook says, cautiously, ‘Skua got swapped out.’
You glance at him, surprised. ‘What happened?’
‘Baby G’s taking the lead on this one.’
You’re listening, waiting for him to continue.
‘I’m flying with you,’ Jungkook says.
You raise an eyebrow warily. ‘What’s behind this, Hawk?’
Jungkook says, ‘Colonel Park felt Baby G needed a push to step up.’
You’re not letting him off the hook that easily. ‘Did you suggest it to him?’
‘Yeah,’ Jungkook confesses. He says, carefully, ‘I spoke to Hyeok.’
You’re quiet, guarded. ‘What did he say?’
Jungkook’s got no desire to go over the comments Hyeok had made about you.
‘He didn’t help himself,’ Jungkook says, finally. 
You’ve reached the F-18. You climb into the front seat. 
From where he’s sat in the back Jungkook can’t see your face clearly.
You connect your helmet, turn on your mic.
‘I don’t know whether it’s worse to have someone be contemptuous of you or to feel sorry for you,’ you say. 
Jungkook’s scrambling for something to say, but you’re not waiting for him to speak anyway, nodding to your tech. 
You give the signal, the canopy comes down and then you’re going through your checks, flipping switches, checking your status with control.
Then you’re speeding down the runway, burning your way into the horizon.
***
Jungkook’s concentrating, focusing in on your target as you navigate the terrain. 
You’re fast, confident, and Jungkook likes your style. 
For making a drop though, your speed means his window for firing is limited if you’re to have any hope of hitting your target.
Neither of you can afford to mess up the timing.
Up ahead, Baby G and Durumi are blazing through, and Snoopy’s timed the first drop beautifully.
You descend smoothly, and Jungkook’s knows he’s timed it perfectly when the target implodes.
You’ve already got the throttle pulled back, hissing through your teeth at the g-forces holding you down, fighting through it.
Then you’re gliding, evening out.
You sigh shakily, and Jungkook, on autopilot, checks his peripherals.
There’s smoke. 
‘Shit.’
‘What is it Hawk?’ you ask, instantly on guard.
Jungkook knows you’re a good pilot, but in this moment he sure as hell wishes he was in the driving seat.
‘It’s an MD45,’ he says, clear, calm.
You’re quiet a moment.
An MD45 is tech beyond your own military capabilities, a missile that’s reportedly impossible to evade.
Two of your own were taken out by an MD45 last month.
You say, ‘well shit.’
Jungkook’s thinking of your squadron in front of you and the terrain up ahead. 
‘How do you feel about flying into the side of a mountain, Kokinchan?’ 
‘At this speed, our time to die is five seconds, if that, Commander,’ you say. To your credit, your voice is steady, neutral, as you process his words.
‘Have you ejected before?’ Jungkook asks. 
‘I usually wait for a third date before I let a guy eject on me,’ you say. 
Jungkook’s bark of laughter surprises you both. 
‘I guess we’re going to second base. Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it good for you.’
He can see the craggy rock of the side of the mountain coming up fast.
It takes four seconds from pulling the ejection handle to being ejected.
The speed you’re going, it’ll be ten seconds to impact.
A time to die of ten seconds. 
‘Canopy the fuck up, Hawk,’ you say, turning the plane. 
He can see you reaching down between your legs, pulling up the ejection handle. 
Four.
A beat of total stillness.
Three. 
The canopy slides back, bringing with it a rush of wind. 
Two. 
Jungkook can’t hear anything but the pounding of his heart, can’t see anything but the back of your helmet, the way your shoulders are squared. 
One. 
Jungkook closes his eyes as he’s shot into the sky. 
Below him, there’s the sense of tremendous impact as the F-15 flies straight into the mountain, followed by the MD45.
Jungkook’s chute unfolds, a ceiling of cream protecting him from the sky. 
He wonders where you are.
***
When he opens his eyes, there’s a swirling blue sky above him, clouds floating across his field of view.
He’s on his back. He can move all his limbs.
Jungkook unclips his harness and rolls out of his landing gear.
He sits up, slowly, taking stock of his injuries. Apart from an almighty crick in his neck and grazes on both his knees, he’s unharmed.
Now he’s looking for you, squinting against the sun.
There’s a spill of cream a hundred feet away, so much parachute he can’t even see you.
He approaches, lifting the parachute, looking for you amidst the folds of fabric.
There’s a flash of neon orange laces, a booted foot, and Jungkook drops to his knees as he tugs the material off you.
Your arms are strapped in, a safety mechanism in your flight jacket. It looks like you landed on your back. You’re still out cold.
He touches your face.
‘Kokinchan.’
He can hear the panic in his voice. He doesn’t sound like himself.
Fair enough. He doesn’t feel like himself.
He’s checking you over for injuries when he hears your voice.
‘Fuck,’ you say, peeking down at him. ‘Thank fuck you swapped out with Skua.’
Jungkook’s leaning over you, close to your face.
Your smile makes him feel like he can breathe again.
Apparently you feel the same. 
‘Hey, Hawk,’ you say, pulling him down to you. ‘Can we go to third base now?’
Jungkook’s lips are already pressed to your skin, next to your mouth. 
You turn your head the slightest fraction, and your lips meet.
The adrenaline washes out of his veins, replaced by a sweet, singing pleasure as he kisses you.
Your hands grab fistfuls of his g-suit, tight, as you part your lips and take him in.
‘Fuck, Hawk, fuck,’ you murmur, breathless, warm, gasping as he leaves your lips to kiss around to your ear, down your neck.
Jungkook reaches for the zipper down your front only to realise you’ve beaten him to it.
He tries for his own zipper, realises you’ve beaten him to that too.
‘Let me help, Kokinchan,’ he says. He means it to sound teasing but it comes out urgent, breathy.
‘Don’t make me wait, Hawk,’ you reply.
Jungkook’s tugging down your undersuit, revealing pink lace, so pretty he wonders if the fall affected his vision.
He splays his hand over your panties, dizzy, elated, verging on drunken wonder.
‘Are you always this pretty?’ he wonders. ‘All this under that stupid flight suit?’
He’s rubbing his thumb over your cunt, and the way you whimper and roll up into his hand makes him realise how hard he’s getting.
You cup his face. ‘I need you, Hawk,’ you plead.
‘I’m here,’ he says, pulling his own suit down, pushing his undersuit down just enough.
Then he’s on top of you, pushing into you, trying not to come as you take all of him inside you and wrap your arms around him like you’re afraid he’ll leave.
Jungkook can’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be. 
He can’t think.
So he moves, because if nothing else he knows how to do this, even when you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere and you’ve just crashed a fucking plane into a fucking mountain and almost fucking died in the process.
He knows how to do this, knows how to please you. 
He moves, holds on long enough to hear you crying out his name as you come, holds on long enough to reach his own pleasure.
Then you’re sobbing, tears on his neck as he holds you, and then, fuck all this shit, Jungkook’s crying too.
***
Jungkook’s amused to know you tuck a credit card in one of your breast pockets whenever you fly, for the express purpose of if you ever got stranded anywhere. 
He’s grateful when your credit card gets you a hire car. 
He’s laughing when you discover he also carries his wallet and ID whenever he flies but didn’t bother to tell you, enjoying how goshdarned cute you were when you waved your credit card at him triumphantly. 
Jungkook volunteers to drive, and you badger him until he stops at a gas station for snacks. 
It’s not badgering, even though you seem to think it is. He likes it. 
Now you’re in the passenger seat, reclined all the way back, looking up through the sunroof, singing along to digital radio, getting all the words wrong. 
When he joins in you stop and stare at him. 
‘What?’ he asks, self-conscious. 
‘You have a pretty voice, Hawk,’ you tell him. 
It’s not the first time he’s heard it, but he likes hearing it from you. 
You put your hand on his arm, tracing along his skin. 
You’re both stripped down to your regs, plain t-shirts and pants, your helmets and g-suits, your survival kits in the backseat. 
You keep looking over at him, oohing and aahing over his tattoos. 
Jungkook holds out as long as he can, but when the sun starts to set and you’re still looking at him like you can’t stop he pulls the car over and makes love to you in the backseat. 
It’s all new still, a little awkward but Jungkook doesn’t care because he’s already decided he wants to learn all of you. 
He wants to know you, to treasure you. 
You’re sat up, holding on to his shoulders, bodies sated but still pressed against each other. 
‘Hawk,’ you say, nudging under his chin with your nose. 
Jungkook opens his eyes. ‘You’re insatiable, Kokinchan.’ 
‘It’s not that, you idiot,’ you say, although you’re giggling at him. ‘Can I drive?’ 
‘The last time you drove us, we flew into the side of a mountain and cost the government just over a mil,’ Jungkook points out.
‘You told me to!’ you say, indignant. 
Jungkook kisses your sweaty cheek, twice because he wanted more after the first one. 
You turn your head to kiss him full on the lips, slip him some tongue. 
Jungkook reaches up to pull you closer, but you’re already pulling away, pulling up those lacy panties, covering up your pretty ass that Jungkook would look at until he went blind if you let him. 
‘I want more,’ Jungkook tells you. 
You pause with your hands on your pants button. ‘Me too, Hawk.’ 
‘I’m not –’
He waits until you look at him again. 
‘I don’t just mean sex,’ Jungkook says.
You turn to face him. There’s a hesitant note in your voice. 
‘I put in a transfer request yesterday,’ you say. Your eyes search his face. ‘I’ve requested a move to 489th, under Min Yoongi.’ 
Jungkook’s surprised. ‘Were you going to tell me?’ 
‘Right after the mission,’ you say, instantly, so convincing he doesn’t doubt your honesty. 
‘It’s just easier,’ you continue. ‘I’ve worked with him before. There’s another woman in his squadron. There’s no Skua.’ 
Jungkook’s still looking at you. 
‘I don’t have to worry about the man I’m dating being put in a difficult position.’
Jungkook’s so busy thinking about your words it takes him a while to realise what you’ve said. 
‘I don’t just want to date you,’ he says, finally. 
Your smile is so bright he kisses you again. 
‘We should take it slow,’ you say, but there’s a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.
Jungkook asks, ‘When have you or I ever done that?’ 
‘There’s a first time for everything,’ you say. 
Jungkook reaches out and grabs your hand as you’re climbing out to get into the driver’s seat. 
‘We can go as slow as you want, Kokinchan.’ 
***
Jungkook hovers above the runway, having cut his speed to the point that he’s at a complete standstill in the air. 
Like this, he can barely tell he’s flying.
A flick of a button and he’s into another vertical descent. 
This time, it’s perfect. Even he can’t fault it. 
He climbs out of the cockpit and steps down onto the runway tarmac. 
He glances at his watch. He was meant to meet you for dinner tonight, he’s got enough time to pick you up some flowers before he meets you. 
At first he thinks it’s a trick of the light, but when you start walking towards him he realises it really is you. 
You’re so pretty in your dress, Jungkook stops in his tracks just to watch you. 
You stop just in front of him, shorter than usual without your boots. 
He has to lean down a little more to kiss you but he doesn’t mind. 
You roll your eyes as he takes the opportunity to squeeze your ass under the pretense of lifting you up more to reach him. 
‘Hawk,’ you chide.
‘Kokinchan,’ he teases, dragging out the syllables like you did with his callsign. 
He keeps his arm around you as you walk towards the locker rooms together. 
‘What do you want for dinner, Kokinchan?’ 
‘Can we have dessert first?’ you ask, feigning innocence, looking up at him through your lashes.
God, he loves the look of you. 
‘Yeah,’ Jungkook agrees, readily. He leans down to kiss you again. ‘Anything you want.’ 
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kissing under the mistletoe | jjk
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pairing : coworker!jungkook x reader
rating/genre : pg-15 // fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers, coworker au
summary : 'tis the season to be jolly, but one certain doe-eyed person is hell bent on not letting you have anything jolly. wait till you find out how you are the only one he wants. alternatively : jungkook, your ass coworker (with a great ass)likes to annoy you so you can give him some of your time.
word count : 13.9k
warnings : swearing, like 2 pov switches? but reader is always in second person so yes, one flashback scene, mentions of the passing of a grandparent, beginnings of a panic attack, nyctophobia, kissing. not too christmasy tbh, cuz i know nothing about how christmas parties work! also yoongi plays two roles -- the asshole and the wingman, so everyone say thankyou yoongi!!
note 1 : this gift was created through @bangtansecretsanta and is for @apotatomashedbybts !! surprise, i am your secret santa! you already know it from the preview i posted but still haha! i hope u like this small lil thing i came up with!
note 2 : a big thanks to @oddinary4bts for beta-ing this! thanks for saving my ass ella!! i am sorry for putting you through the struggle of editting my word vomit haha! thankyou sm!! also, merry christmas! i am a whole decade late yes! -- also, please reblog if you read/like this!
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You could kiss the person who made coffee for the first time on their mouth – dead or alive.
Walking out in the morning sun is a hellish task you have to do every morning, especially when it only leads you to entering your work building with a scowl and squinted eyes.
The only sight which makes your mornings pleasant is the lounged form of a certain Min Yoongi, right in front of your desk, eyes lazily raking over his surroundings – as if he'd be out the first chance he gets.
To be honest, you would too.
Especially when a guy who has sworn his job is to make your life hell strides in front of you, blocking your magnificent view of the one and only Min Yoongi, and smiles brightly at you – as if he is the only light source in the room.
"Hey." Jungkook perks up and you scowl at him. A way of you greeting him. Which he knows too well because the next second he rolls his eyes and turns back, leaning against your desk, now also staring at Min Yoongi.
"What do you want, Jeon?"
"What do you think he is thinking about?" his eyes squint more as he observes Yoongi more attentively.
"How there are people who have nothing better to do except think about other people's thoughts?" You should praise yourself for speaking a whole sentence before completing your cup of coffee.
"Cute. But that's my job." He whips his head back and looks down at you with a lazy grin, an eyebrow cocked and piercings glinting in the light.
Oh how you'd like to kiss that grin off his face.
Wait, no.
You shake your head.
"You are a graphic designer."
He tsks, "That's part time."
You roll your eyes and get back to setting up your desk for the day. If you knew Jungkook (which you do by now), he isn't going to move from here unless he is satisfied that your day had a hellish start. Well, jokes on him, cause your morning was hell even before you met him.
"What do you even find that interesting in him?"
Sigh. He is still staring at Min Yoongi.
"He is a treat for my sore eyes."
He perks up at your answer and turns fully towards you, leaning over your desk so his face is closer to yours, with an excited grin and a gleam in his eyes. A gleam which tells you his next question even before he opens his mouth-
"And me?"
"You are the cause of my sore eyes", you say with a sickly sweet smile that makes his smile drop.
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The next time you run into Jungkook, it's during lunch break.
"Did you hear about the party?" your coworker Mina asks you as you both settle down on a table in the far corner of the cafeteria.
"What party?"
"The Christmas party, Y/N. I heard this time they are gonna hang more mistletoes than necessary", she snickers and you groan as you take a big bite of your sandwich.
"I don- weawy wanna see em soggin", you say through a full mouth and furrow your eyebrows as the chair beside you scrapes on the tile.
"Where are your manners, you little girl?" Jungkook teases as he settles down beside you.
You gulp your bite as quickly as you can.
"And where is your decency, you idiot?"
"I need to be decent to talk to you?" he asks as he shoves a spoonful of fried rice in his mouth, not looking at you.
"That too. And also, you need to ask me before you sit down at my table."
"Mina said yes." You look at her to see her smiling at both of you, like your mother would if you told her you were going to finally marry someone good.
Fucking traitor.
You play around with your food as Mina and Jungkook converse rather dramatically, with his hand repeatedly coming in front of your face as you hit it away. It's not that you hate him – you just cannot stand him.
The first day you walked into the office, he was there to greet you with a bunny smile and a cutting jawline. God, the contrast in his looks. He was donning a simple button down and slacks, rather decent for work. But what was not decent, was the way his thighs filled the slacks and made it look like he was sculpted by a god. You had to clamp your mouth shut to stop yourself from spewing indecencies when you roved your eyes over his figure.
His eyes were crinkling around the edges as he smiled at you and welcomed you with a warm, airy voice. You were, of course, glad to have been shown to your desk and around the office space by him. And your smile was giddy like a teenager's when he asked you to join him for lunch break at the end of the week.
But after that week started an endless saga of constant bickering and pulling each other's legs. Your little crush on him was soon forgotten by you as your daily smile was replaced by an etching scowl.
It was quick for you to find out how competitive he is, and how strongly he stands his ground – how fucking opinionated he is about matters concerning the office. Almost all your meetings end with him looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes at having convinced your boss to do his bidding.
Never has he once said anything malicious to you, but you are fed up with him having his way. So much so that when last month he didn't oppose your ideas in the conference room, you walked up to him and asked if he was drunk or feeling sick. He had just rolled his eyes and went about with his day, but after that you had warmed up to him a little bit.
Still, he never fails to show you how annoying he can be – just like he is being right now.
"What? Are you thinking about going with me?" his voice breaks you out of your reverie.
"Hmm. With Min." Oh how you love to see the way his smile turns sour. It doesn't fall though.
"I heard he is single this year." Mina hums out.
That's when his smile threatens to fall, but Jeon Jungkook has mastered the game of schooling his expressions into neutrality.
"Interesting", he says and turns away from you.
Your eyes twinkle with mischief as Mina recounts the tale of Min Yoongi's infamous breakup – how his latest partner walked into the office on a damned Friday and gently, but dramatically broke up with him. Yoongi had seemed unaffected because of course that's him and almost everyone who knows him knew that he was not looking for anything serious.
Still, he had felt a little embarrassed. So much for not getting people's attention. But the way his eyes had swept across the room after she had left made everyone cower back to their work, as they held a clear message – 'I dare you to talk about this anytime soon.'
No one had been stupid enough to go against him, not even Jungkook, who had been away that fateful day, nearly a month ago. So now, Mina is filling him up on the details in hushed whispers.
"Lord!" he exclaims once she ends her retelling of the legend – at least the latest gossip for your department.
"You think you'll be able to woo him? Miss 'treat for my eyes'?"
"Sore eyes", you correct him and he grimaces as you continue, "And watch me, Jeon. Don't cry when he asks me out to be his date for the party."
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Min Yoongi didn't ask you out for the party.
You had to beg him to be his date.
One can say that you and him are on friendly terms. The 'I am your friend only if you buy me coffee for a week' kind of friendly. He agreed to be your date at the party after you bribed him, of course. But not before he analyzed and heard each and every angle of your reason.
Now the thing is, Min Yoongi can be an asshole if he wants.
And when he heard that your main motive is to spite a man who has been annoying you, he agreed without hesitation. He loves to rile people up, especially men who fall in the same spectrum as his – assholes.
He doesn't personally know Jungkook, but he heard your version of the story. And his reply was,"I sympathize with the man," as you flicked his forehead and swiped his coffee away from him. But one thing he knows,: for you, Jeon Jungkook is an asshole. And oh how he'd love to see drama and some shit go down at the ever so boring Christmas party. So, he agreed.
"He- What?" Mina gasps as you peel open a banana in the break room.
"Yup." Her eyes can't be bigger than this.
"He asked you out?"
"Uh huh."
"Ha. I don't fucking believe you." She points her unpeeled banana towards you and scoffs.
You roll your eyes,"Ask him then."
Telling her that is a mistake because as soon as you both walk out of the break room after finishing your snack, her eyes fall on Yoongi lounging at his desk (8 meters away) and she calls out his name – gathering the attention of every living being in the room, even Jungkook.
Oh how you want to yeet yourself out of the first window you see. Maybe the 12 floor fall will be more bearable than the embarrassment this lady is going to cause you.
"You are going to the Christmas party with…" she trails off.
Yoongi's eyes flicker to hers lazily, as if she is asking him if he works here or not. And maybe, talking is a big task for him because he just nods his head in your direction. Basically informing everyone and their mother that he is going with you, and then he turns back to his computer – without saying your name.
You wouldn't be surprised if he might have forgotten it.
As soon as everyone registers his gesture, audible gasps sound throughout the room, and you turn in time to see Jungkook standing at his desk with his eyes as wide as saucers and jaw almost touching the ground.
You give him a triumphant smirk and turn around to go to your desk.
And totally miss the way he crumples the small pink note in his hand and throws it in the trash.
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The coffee shop where you usually get your morning coffee is closed today. The office coffee machine is broken today.
And you are a second away from unleashing your rage on everyone.
As you return to your desk from the break room, you catch Jungkook lurking around your desk, nervously biting his lip and glancing towards the door. God, if he is again here to bother you as he does every morning, you are going to punch a bitch in the face. Because ain't no way you have the patience you always have.
"Jungkook", you sigh as you reach your desk.
"Before you say anything, I just want to say I am sorry", he interrupts you and stands straighter.
"For what?"
"Aaaaand have a good day", he ignores your question and immediately darts away, as if you are the plague and he has to avoid you.
And did he just wish you a good day? Weird.
What's more weird though is the cup of coffee sitting at your desk.
Beside your computer sits a steaming cup of coffee, with the letters 'JK' written on it. Did he forget his coffee at your desk? Is this another bitter – pun intended – reminder that you haven't yet had your coffee? Because you didn't need one.
You pick up the cup to head back to his desk when you see a small note previously hidden by the cup. It is a white slip of paper, torn haphazardly. You would have mistook it for some stray paper had you not seen the ink gracing the white.
'The coffee shop was closed and someone broke the machine. Have a good day - JK :-)
p.s. I am sorry if I messed up your coffee.'
Oh. Uh Oh.
He bought coffee for you? He went out of his way to bring a cup for you? He kept it in mind that your day was ought to be shitty if you didn't have a cup of coffee and he tried to resolve it? And this was what he was sorry for?
You can't even think straight at this moment. You take your seat and eye the cup of coffee as if it asked you for your first born. Your mortal enemy, the bane of your existence – well that would be too much – brought you coffee. Maybe this is not something to mull over for this long, but that's you. And if Jungkook's part time job is thinking about other people's thoughts, then yours is thinking about yours – overthinking.
The only good thing he has ever done for you is holding the door open a few times. And you nodded at him with a smile then, setting aside your differences for a mere moment.
Now how are you meant to be a bitch to him if he acts like this? Suddenly the sweet coworker.
You mindlessly take a sip and your mind calms down a little bit, but still racing. He hasn't messed up your coffee. It is the perfect cup of Americano with one sugar, no more, no less. Fuck. He knows this too? You don't know his coffee order. Great. Now you feel sad for not having that trivial piece of information.
On the other hand your heart gets a little soft for him. Even though in a way, it always was. Or else you wouldn't have tolerated a person this long. Somewhere along the way, you have grown fond of the bickering between the two of you, the words passed in pure frustration. You have grown fond of him. God, how embarrassing. But maybe you can live with it.
You need to thank him the first chance you get. And try to be civil with him.
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"He has a girlfriend? Since when?"
"I don't know. I think she is more of a friend accompanying him to the party." Mina says and rolls her eyes as you walk beside her on your way back to your car.
The whole day has flown by in a breeze and this time, you didn't get the chance to cross paths with Jungkook. You wanted to thank him for what he did in the morning, but the one time you willingly want to see him, he is out of sight.
"How would you know that? Maybe she is his girlfriend. I mean he did leave in a haste today when a girl called him."
"She could be anyone," she argues and you shake your head with a laugh.
"How can you be so sure of that?"
"Cause just a day ago he said-" she stops and unlocks her car, even though she didn't need to stop.
"He said what?"
Mina doesn't look at you while answering, shaking her head a little with a voice lower than before.
"That he is single, Y/N."
Huh. That doesn't mean he doesn't have a girlfriend now. A lot can happen in a day, you know that – especially now. But you don't say that to her as she is already getting inside her car, bidding you goodbye and sending you off.
You don't pay any mind to her and get into your car, already heading home.
Your mind races faster than air as you grip the wheel tighter. You don't even know why you are so bothered that Jungkook might have a girlfriend. He has always had some kind of flings going on, but for him to bring someone to an office party? That's a first. If he is bringing someone then maybe they are important for him, maybe it's serious with them.
Your stomach drops as you realize that maybe he lied to Mina about his relationship status because he wanted to give everyone a surprise? After all, it's been a long time since Jeon Jungkook had a serious girlfriend.
You really hope that's not the case. And you don't know why you hope so? Why the fuck do you care if Jungkook has a partner or not? You want to smash your head against the steering wheel with the amount of thoughts that plague your mind.
'Is she even his real girlfriend? Or he just wants to flaunt the fact that he can get anyone he wants?'
Now why did you think that? And what's with you accepting the fact that he can get anyone he wants? Well, he can. But, why would you think that?
You feel like you're being double-sided given that you are going to the party with someone. But that's not to make him jealous. It's to annoy him, because he thinks Min Yoongi is out of your league. Then why do you think that Jungkook is doing this to come back at you? Insane of you to even speculate something so ridiculous.
You shake your head as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment.
You feel like you are obsessed with him – which you are not. You are just thinking about general things like why would he have a partner, possibly in a serious relationship – in the same way one thinks about things like today's weather, right? Yes absolutely.
Way to gaslight yourself.
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Has anyone ever said that normally when you think about something a lot, you start seeing it everywhere? Or like, the first thing you see in the morning?
Because why, as you are entering the lobby of your office building on a fresh Monday after the coffee fiasco, are you seeing Jungkook beside the elevator? He normally comes in way earlier than this. What did you do to deserve meeting him first thing in the morning?
As you near him, you realize he looks a bit tired. His eyes are sullen, with dark bags underneath them, his shoulders drooping and hair frayed over his forehead, looking very unkempt.
Your footsteps catch his attention and he whips his head towards you, surprisingly managing a weak smile and you immediately return the gesture, not thinking for a second. You nod at him, wordlessly, and stand beside him, waiting for the elevator to come from God knows what floor.
Okay. This feels like a perfect time to thank him. He could work with an ego boost, as you are in no way going to ask him why he is down – not sending any snarky greetings, or stupid questions your way. Kind of weird for the both of you to stand there in complete silence.
"Jungkook", you call out and he slowly turns his head towards you, answering with a hum.
"Thank you for the coffee that day." He smiles at this and you internally chide yourself.
"Ah. Did I get the order correct?"
"Yes. Yes you did. I wanted to thank you the same day but you left quite early so … " you trail off as he almost drops his smile, trying hard to keep the curve of his lips intact and in his cheeks, rather than dropping them. You can very well see the struggle he has to go through to stay cool and composed.
"Yeah. It was an emergency."
Oh.
So it was not some girlfriend of his? Why did you think so? Oh my god. And, it was an emergency. Shit. You mentally slap yourself for even trying to play the whole thing off very lightly.
The lift arrives that very moment and you both step inside, him sulking again.
"If you don't mind me asking, is everything okay?"
He looks at you, trying to come up with an answer, finally settling to go with the truth.
"Not really, I mean. My grandmother passed away."
You take in a sharp breath and that's exactly when the door closes. Oh. My. God. Y/N you absolute fucking idiot. You could bang your head against the wall for your stupidity and absolutely wrong judgment.
"I am so sorry. I-" you pause and he looks at you," I won't say I understand, cause I don't. But I hope you are okay?" Stupid of you to end your assurance like this. Didn't he just now say that everything is not okay?
He looks at you, speechless but with a gracious smile. You should do some damage repair over here. Of course, as you said, you don't understand the pain of losing a grandparent because you have never even met yours, already passed away before your birth. But, you know it can be very painful. And given Jungkook's current state, your heart aches to stand there doing nothing while he struggles to not break down.
"Can, can I hug you?" you ask meekly and he suddenly whips his head towards you, so you rush to explain yourself, "I am not good with words but I … " you trail off and look down, biting the inside of your cheek nervously.
Nuh huh. Not a good idea. Even if he is in grave misery, why would he hug you? Who are you, his friend? Ha, as if. Maybe you should take the offer back and not embarrass yourself further. Yes, that could work.
You look up to tell him it's okay but what happens next makes you go completely stiff.
He hugs you.
His warmth envelopes you as he slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in – albeit hesitantly, but still. Your hands fall limp by your side as your head finds solace on his chest. Remembering that you were the one who proposed a hug, and completely ignoring the feeling arising in your stomach, you wrap your hands around his torso, patting his back.
As soon as you reciprocate his touch, he audibly sighs and places his cheek on your head, holding you tighter. It's as if his grief evaporates a bit, the warmth from you forming a case around him. You think you hear him smile, but then again, you cannot hear a smile.
You stop patting his back and hold him tight, snuggling into his chest unintentionally. He holds your head to his heart and you can hear it beat wildly fast – maybe yours is in the same state. But you're glad he can't hear yours.
'Don't let yourself slip, Y/N.' you think because this is uncharted territory. With his body pressed up against yours and his sadness seeping into you, you don't know how you feel anymore. Is this you melting for him? Yes, you won't lie to yourself anymore. It's high time now. Especially with the way he fits into you, so perfectly – like a jigsaw piece fitting into the tiniest crevices of a puzzle. It's ridiculous how you came to this.
A small thank you is mumbled into your hair and you think he sniffs your hair before you both part, slowly, longingly. He stares into your eyes with hints of tears lining his eyes and your heart breaks a little. But when he smiles with all his will and shine, you think maybe you can look at it every second of your life.
The elevator dings and the door opens as you hastily pull apart from him, patting your hair and wringing your fingers through the unkempt strands. You had forgotten that you were in an elevator. That's when you realize that you might have hugged for what, like a few seconds? But the moment felt like it was stretched for minutes and hours of comfort.
Both of you step out of the elevator and walk side by side, albeit at a distance, and silently to your desks. Why can't you calm the fuck down? It was just a hug. And he just happened to be a bit vulnerable. God. Not a good sign for your feelings.
You are still disheveled by the time you reach your desk. To your surprise, he stops there for a moment longer than you might have expected, and looks at you with a small, soft, knowing smile.
"Thank you." he says quietly.
You chuckle.
"You already said that."
"I know, but still. Thank you, for everything." He nods, smiles and disappears in a flash, not even waiting for your reply.
What does he mean by everything?
Wow. Now you have one more thing to overthink about.
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The day is slowly bleeding into night, the moon already visible as you make your way to the cab, pulling your coat tight against your shivering body. The cold is terrible, and more so is your mood.
You aren't exactly looking forward to the Christmas party, now knowing that Jungkook is bringing someone. Also, your main motive to go with Min Yoongi was to rile Jungkook up. But now, you don't necessarily want to annoy him – especially after the small moment you had a few days ago in the elevator. You have had a lot of time to think since then, and you know what you feel. You aren't going to lie to yourself anymore. It isn't as if you are going with Yoongi for your personal desires. Well, not anymore.
Of course, you are a little bit attracted to Min Yoongi. But that is just to give your eyes some sort of relief during the stressful work hours. He is like an insignificant celebrity crush. And, you know he is a bigger asshole than you and Jungkook combined.
So now, you are miserably waiting for him below your office building, after your cab drops you off. Usually, he is always on time. But also, he doesn't usually go to parties with you. For all you know he must be stalling to make you wait for him – just because he can.
A moment later, a cab pulls up right beside you and out steps the man you want to strangle with your bitter cold hands which could spear icicles through his throat. Also, how can he look so much better than you? Wearing a monochrome shirt tucked into black slacks, with hair parted in the middle and.. Did he dye them blonde? Yes. Oh god, he did. Why does he look so good that it makes you wanna kill him more?
"Where the fuck were you?"
"Taking my sweet time getting ready for you, sweetheart." You gag at this and quickly step inside the lobby, making a beeline for the elevator, which fortunately, you don't have to wait for. Now that you think about it, you could've waited for this asshole inside the lobby. Huh. Whatever.
You almost let the door close on him but he wiggles his way inside with a grunt. Jesus.
"We are meant to be each other's date for tonight", he reminds you.
"Unfortunately. But I know that."
At this he raises an eyebrow and looks at you.
"You were the one who begged me to go with you. Don't act all snippy now."
He is right. Your mood is bad, but that doesn't mean you can act like a complete dick. He hasn't done anything to annoy you, yet.
"Sorry."
Thankfully he doesn't reply back, sensing your snarky mood and just nods at your weak ass apology.
The elevator opens to a complete ruckus. There are people bustling around the hallway leading up to the glass doors behind which there is more chaos. The top floor of your office building is luxurious and pristinely decorated, with high ceilings and sleek marble flooring. The party's decorations are subtle, with a christmas tree and multiple lights. But one thing that catches everyone's eye is the unusual amount of mistletoes.
They are literally everywhere. At the entrance, hanging on a string of fairy lights over the open bar, propped over the dance floor, in the hallway leading to the restrooms. Everywhere. There might be more but your vision is not so keen on finding them.
You walk with Yoongi by your side, none of you touching the other (why would you?) when you spot Mina at the bar. Of course. Whenever you need her, she'll be getting absolutely wasted. You walk up to her, Yoongi surprisingly keeping up with you and you call her out.
"Hey. You came alone?" She has a partner and they have been together for more than two years. They have attended almost all parties together but today she is alone, drinking her time away.
"Cyan has gone to their parent's house. It's been a while since they visited," You smile at that. It's true. They have been around for almost everything. You are glad they finally get to visit their family this holiday,"But that means that I feel so fucking alone right now." Mina completes with a whine and gulps her drink down.
You coo at that and stand behind her, draping your arms around her shoulder and bringing her near you.
"Don't worry. You have us to give you company." You say and look at Yoongi hopefully who just grunts as a response.
"I mean, you have me, at least."
She laughs and shakes her head.
"I don't expect anyone, Y/N. Go and enjoy. If you need me sometime, you'll find me getting shitfaced over here."
"Enjoy with who? Yoongi?" You laugh and stand back, rolling your eyes. You have only one friend at your workplace. And she wants to drown in her misery with whiskey. A concerning amount of whiskey. She flags the bartender to get another drink and you try to ask her to cut it down a little when Yoongi moves way too close to you.
His hand slides around your waist and he pulls you in a little. You gasp and look at Mina who is not paying attention and then hit his arm lightly.
"What are you doing?" You whisper, yell at him and he grins.
"You know, I like annoying people."
"Tell me something I don't already know. And don't try to annoy me." He moves you a little away from the bar and near the dance floor, still holding onto you.
"Hmm. Not you." He hums out and you furrow your eyebrows questioningly. At that he rolls his eyes and dips his head to your ear as you go completely still. "3 o'clock to your left. Don't look directly."
You do look directly. And see Jungkook at the far end leaning against the wall with his jaw clenched, hands in his pocket, and looking directly at you. Your breath hitches a little at his sight. You quickly move your head to Yoongi again and look at him, absolutely enjoying your state.
"I'm loving how Jeon is absolutely burning right now." He grins and you have the urge to strangle him right then and there.
"Also," He begins and pulls you closer, simultaneously leading you both a little more towards the dance floor,"did you notice that we both are matching? Coincidentally of course."
You widen your eyes in realization. Why is your luck like this? Of all people, you match with Min fucking Yoongi. Mindlessly your eyes go down to your outfit, a black fitted dress that goes to your ankles with a white strap running across your waist, and a sweetheart neckline, you realize he is right. Your monochromatic dress matches with his outfit. Ugh.
On the other hand, Jungkook is wearing a khaki leather shirt and black fitted slacks which accentuate his … everything. His hair is swept back showing his forehead and his piercings just add to the appeal, gleaming under the Christmas lights. You can climb him like a tree.
You don't look at him again though. His look is very much imprinted in your mind. Yoongi, that fucker, grins again at your miserable state and you hate that he loves this so much.
"He is jealous, oh my god." You don't pay any mind to him and sway a little to the music. Because there's no way Jungkook is jealous. Now that you think about it, why is he alone? Hasn't Mina said that he was going to come with someone else?
"He is … alone?" You mumble distractedly and Yoongi rolls his eyes.
"Are you going to ask everyone the same question?" He says referring to the question you asked Mina.
"No. I mean, he was going to come with someone."
"But he hasn't." Yoongi says slowly as he takes your hand and twirls you in a circle, dancing along with you.
To anyone who is watching you two, it might seem that you are engaging in a slow peaceful dance, and conversing with grins decorating your face. Because even in your confused state, your face reflects a hint of mirth, and Yoongi is already sporting a lopsided grin.
But it's not the truth. It's basically your mind racing a million miles an hour and Yoongi teasing you to his heart's content. The whispers between you two can easily fool anyone, even Mina who you see staring at you like a bee stung her. It is comical, the look on her face. You'll have to explain the whole mess to her later. Cause why are you dancing with Min Yoongi so lovingly? As if he hung the stars in your sky.
He raises his eyebrows at you and tips his head towards the dance floor, finally. You were wondering how long it would take for him to ask you there. You roll your eyes and he tugs you to the elevated center, just when the song switches to a slow, piano version of 'All I Want For Christmas Is You'. Oh what perfect timing.
"So, you heard me?" He asks when you place your arms around his neck, and sway with him slowly.
"I did. I am just thinking." He gasps at this.
"Since when?" And you hit his arm, mumbling a word your mom wouldn't be too glad hearing you speak – even if you are a 26 year old woman.
"In all honesty, though. He is a goner for you." He shakes his head as if it is as obvious as day.
"What?"
"Are you fucking blind? He is in love with you. No no, he has been in love with you, for so fucking long." He laughs and twirls you again.
"Yoongi, don't." You warn him. What the actual fuck?
"I know we are not friends. But I know a lovesick guy when I see one. And Jeon is just that." You furrow your eyebrows at that, and mindlessly, your eyes flit to the form of Jungkook completely seething at the opposite wall. Oh my god, he might just break the glass (which he picked up god knows when) from his tight grip on it.
Your stomach dips at the realization that he really does look jealous. Hellishly jealous of Yoongi. Because his stare is burning holes in his back but Yoongi, the ever asshole, is enjoying it.
"Also, later, when he asks you, tell him I'm gonna go home with that DJ guy." Yoongi's quiet voice breaks you out of your thoughts.
"I am not gonna fuck that DJ guy."
"Idiot. I," He takes his hand off your waist and points to himself,"I am gonna fuck him. You are gonna fuck him." He tips his head in Jungkook's direction and your face heats up.
"Why would he ask that?" You grumble and look away.
"Oh you know he will." You do know. Of course. If he really is jealous right now, and if he really does like (love) you how Yoongi is saying, he will definitely ask that.
The rest of the song plays on and you both move in silence, which gives you plenty of time to think. One, you like him. It's not rocket science to conclude that you are head over heels for him. You don't think you love him – but is there a light? Yes. And that scares and thrills you at the same time. Also, Yoongi? Jungkook loves you? You'd be an absolute fool to agree with whatever Min has to say, but the possibility makes your inside warm and your heart race, all giddy and hopeful. No, you are not hopeful that he will love you. But, he likes you to this extent? Would you have ever thought?
'Stop it, Y/N. It's not good to think about what Min said and raise your hopes and then shatter them', you think and shake your head. Yoongi, obviously, catches this and quirks a brow at you, at the very moment when the song ends. You wave his curiosity off and get away from him, walking down the dance floor with him on your tail.
"Go and woo your DJ guy." You wink at him and he understands what you actually need, easily going away with a knowing smile that shows his gums.
All this time, while you were navigating through your thoughts, you have lost sight of Jungkook. So it's to your utter surprise that you find him sitting at the bar when you go there to get a drink, with his head hung low and staring into his empty glass.
He looks so sad, as if he is living alone in a barren world. Your heart almost reaches out to him but you stop yourself in time, and instead, quietly perch yourself on the empty stool beside his.
Your dress rustles a little and that catches his eye. He turns to look at you with downtrodden shoulders, and watches you order a drink. His eyes trace every motion of yours and you try your best to get your drink in your hand before looking towards him. You'll need it.
"We peasants owe this pleasure for what?" His smile is sweet, sickly. You take a sip of your drink and smack your lips.
"Jungkook." You sigh when he still has that painful smile on his lips.
"Where is Yoongi? Don't you wanna dance with him on another number?" he asks innocently but you know the mask very well now.
"Jungkook", you warn.
"What? Why are you sad? Didn't you want him? Now you have him." He chuckles and you scowl. "A treat for my sore eyes", He mocks you and you finally snap.
"What is your problem?"
"What is your problem?"
"You."
He stills at your comment and you are at your peak.
"You are my problem. Don't you understand this is so fucking messed up? We play cat and mouse without even a single word about what we feel. It's," you sigh,"it's so tiring. All we do is bicker like teenagers and then get offended when the other does something. Like, isn't it our motive to offend each other? To shove the other to the ground? I'm just confused and annoyed right now."
"It's not my motive to offend you."
You all but choke at that, and slam your drink down on the table, doubling down in fits of cough. Your hand flies to your mouth to cover it and simultaneously Jungkook's goes to your back, patting and running soothing circles to calm you down.
"It's not my motive to offend you," His voice is calm, leveled,"But I don't know, everything I do seems to tick you off. It's like that brain of yours is a bomb and I am the trigger", he finishes and your coughs die down. You know you should think straight, be a person, act like an adult. But when he said your mind was fickle and implied that you were the problem, you surely didn't like it.
"Oh so now I am the problem?" you grumble and he sighs. You are being a bitch, you know that. You also know that you shouldn't have said this. He was genuinely trying to mend things with you. You don't wait for his answer and storm off. Nowadays when your brain goes haywire, you go away for a while to calm yourself down. Because you decide, the open bar at your office Christmas party is not the perfect place to have a showdown of 'Who can be the bigger asshole?' with Jungkook.
You need some time to think, gather your thoughts. Learn how to think with your brain and not like a bitch.
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Jungkook fucked up.
So much for getting on your good side. What was he even thinking? He knows he always has to walk on eggshells around you. Then why couldn't he do it for one more night?
What was he thinking when he made that small little card to ask you out for the party? Fucking idiot, that's what he is. His head falls on the counter and he groans. He wants to flip this table.
He closes his eyes and sighs.
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Jungkook is feeling cranky. He has been called earlier because someone new is joining today, and he is expected to be on his best behavior. He checks himself in the glass of the door which can open anytime soon. Even though blurry, his reflection is enough for him to know he looks presentable – which he was skeptical of, given that he has rolled out of bed and rushed to the office in less than forty-five minutes. Without coffee.
He decides he needs a cup of coffee before the new person comes in. Just so they don't think he isn’t an asshole, because he can be one without caffeine in his system.
His outfit is presentable and he is feeling good once he has a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. Now this is the Jeon Jungkook he likes.
The door opens and Jungkook, leaning against the wall, lets a wide grin spread over his face, with his eyes crinkling and radiating warmth. Welcoming. He straightens up a little, hoping he doesn't weird you out by his teeth and slouch.
The first thing he sees as you step inside is your anxious face. Your features are twisted into nervousness, but there is excitement lurking in between those lines. Your eyes take everything in, but you are not scared. No, you are far from scared. With the black slacks and white button up that you don, paired with the sleekest high heels he has ever seen, your aura is dominating. It's a 'no nonsense' vibe. And even though you are nervous, because who isn't when it's the first day at their new job, you carry yourself with grace and confidence.
Your eyes scan the surroundings, and finally land on Jungkook. He notices that as soon as you see his smiling face, full of glee, some of your nervousness dissipates as your features relax. And even when your eyes were meek, Jungkook noticed one thing.
You are pretty. The kind that doesn’t let him take his off you. Not the gaudy, flashy kind. But then again, pretty can't be defined with another adjective – it's just that, pretty. The air you carry with yourself asks for people's attention, and the smile that graces your features then tells him that you never take that attention for granted.
Your smile is soft, and he wants to count the eyelashes that brush your cheek whenever you blink. Jeon Jungkook is not a man who would fall on his knees for a woman, especially before he even knows her name. So, he isn’t falling that deep, yet. But god do you intimidate him, even if you look kind.
"Hello, I am Y/N." Oh god. Your voice is sweet too. You have extended your hand and he quickly shakes it, trying not to linger.
"My dumbass didn't fix the wall clock and I forget I have other means to check the time. I am sorry for being late", you hastily explain and Jungkook wants to say it's okay, you are hardly late, but he is spellbound.
That day, he shows you around the office. Yes, he talks a lot. He also makes you laugh. And so, the smile on your face at the end of the day leads him to ask you to accompany him for lunch that weekend. You understood it as lunch in the break room and Jungkook didn't have the heart to correct you, trying to get anything he could.
At the end of the week, he knew he had an inkling of something for you. Something that made him giddy like a teenager.
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Jungkook wonders how you both came to this. Maybe he knows. But he was never sure what annoyed you so much. He tried to be on his best behavior around you, but somehow it irked you.
Nevertheless, he continued to fall for you. So much that he had hope, that one day maybe you would not see him through the red fog of annoyance.
But feelings are a bitch. And so is someone else, because-
"Well, that was painful to watch." Min fucking Yoongi, he is a bitch.
"And who are you exactly helping by being here?" Jungkook returns without missing a beat, straightening up with a scowl on his face.
"Oh don't worry, Jeon. I don't help. Being kind does not fit my aesthetic", he quips back and settles on the stool you were on just a minute ago.
Jungkook groans when he realizes that Yoongi has no plans of going away soon. He turns back to his empty glass and almost slams his head down on the counter but thinks better.
"Min Yoongi, you are literally the last person I want to see right now."
"Trust me, I know." He quirks his head and sets Jungkook with a look that makes him want to-
"Then why are you here?"
"Because I have nothing better to do." Yoongi shrugs and Jungkook wills himself to not kill him.
A moment passes in which Yoongi stays quiet, surprisingly. Meanwhile, Jungkook turns around and his eyes scan the expanse of the room. He is trying to find you, of course. He had a thought of following you after you stormed off, but he knew better than to. After so long, he knows that when you need space, you should have space. Or else things can become ugly real soon.
He still thinks about the days when you happily chatted with him, didn't go away or shut yourself when he came near you or sat with you for lunch. He does have an idea that his overbearing nature and need to prove himself led you to stray away from him – after all, you had first seen him as a friend, and if he himself turned it into a competition, then you needed to go along with it.
The both of you are an odd case, but he loves it nonetheless. Loves how your face lights up whenever you achieve something, whenever you are happy. He loves how excited you get when you go on one of your mindless rants, not knowing that it's Jungkook who is listening to you, and your friend has stopped paying attention a long time ago. He loves the way you bring him comfort from whatever you do, loves the playful banter between you two. He loves everything about you.
Oh my god, he thinks. He needs to stop drinking. Or else god forbid he spews his thoughts out loud.
His heart sinks when he realizes you are nowhere to be found, at least in his line of sight.
"How lovesick can you be, Jeon?"
He warily turns his head to look at Min Yoongi. How can someone be so fucking frustrating?
"How stupid can you be, Min?" he asks and Yoongi snorts in his drink. He slowly swirls the amber liquid in his glass and grins.
"You know, you should tell her that you love her."
Jungkook stills. His hand that was straightening the collar of his shirt stops and he blinks. What did he say?
"What?"
"What? I said something?" Oh god. Who pays him to act like this?
Jungkook shakes his head, not able to say anything. Is it so clear? He doesn't even know Yoongi. Still, Yoongi can see through him and his stupor. Is he being so obvious? Jungkook's brain goes on an overdrive of questions. Do you know this? Is this why you are always running away from him? Do you, do you hate him so much? Oh god, he can't bear to think this. He immediately turns around to get another drink.
"Calm down, Jeon." Yoongi says, rather calmly.
"I am calm."
"Tell that to yourself." He snatches the drink as soon as it is placed in front of Jungkook, holding it at an arm's length.
"Min Yoongi I swear to god-"
"What? Idiot. See we don't know each other. And believe me, I love drama, especially during the holidays. But nothing goes on for this long. So suck it up and talk to her." He takes a sip from the drink Jungkook ordered for himself and shakes his head as if he is disappointed in him.
The look on his face makes Jungkook want to defend himself.
"I tried to talk to her. But evidently, my words are always wrong."
Yoongi sighs,"Jungkook, you know her better than I do. Take your time to think about the words, not your feelings." He stands up to leave and continues in an almost whisper, "Also, don't think that she hates you, or else you'll be surprised." Yoongi goes away as soon as he says this, without any kind of explanation or expressions, leaving behind a flabbergasted Jungkook.
Loving is not easy, or so Jungkook has heard. But with you, it is the easiest thing he has ever done. He fell for you like the leaves fall in autumn, slow and sure. He layed in your wake as you graced him with your presence. He is helpless, he is gone. He hopes you don't really hate him. Because, he doesn't know how much more of this heartburn he can endure.
Or else you'll be surprised
Yoongi's parting (not exactly parting) words echo in his mind. What does he mean by this? Jungkook wonders and wonders until he-
Oh my god, does this mean?
He needs to find you soon.
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The lights in the ladies room are way too bright for your liking. You don't need to see your reflection so clearly in the mirror, especially when you feel so fucking guilty.
You feel like an asshole – maybe you are one. All this time you had been thinking about him, and his gestures which were oh so sweet. And when finally he tries to mend things with you, you snap. Like a teenager who doesn't know how to control all the new emotions they are feeling, you fucking snap. It was so childish of you to run away from him, from the situation like that.
The look on his face when you said that makes your heart ache. And it's not the joint ache or the pain you feel when you twist your ankle, no. It's like heartburn, the one that claws at your throat and chokes you. You literally gasp for air as tears pool in your eyes.
You are glad there is no one in the restroom when a stray tear makes its way on your cheek. (Finally your waterproof makeup is of use).
This is not you. Your reflection mocks you and you want to break the mirror. You are not like this. You don't hurt people, especially those who go out of their way to let you know that they care for you. You know no one else but you are to blame for this. Because when you look back at it, Jungkook has always tried to talk to you, and never rudely. He has always been playful, a little sarcastic with that gleam in his eyes.
You were already soft for him. Or else you wouldn't have kept up with him for this long. But at this point, you are completely putty, folding for him. It's pathetic. You are pathetic and you know that.
The hurt look on his face flashes behind your eyes as you close them, and you wince. You want nothing more than to hug him, to kiss him and say that he is not the problem. You want to assure him that he was never the problem, and you are not annoyed with him. You are annoyed with yourself.
It's ridiculous how quickly you go on a self-hating tangent when someone you lo- care for, is hurt by you. No, you need to stop, or else you'll be here for God knows how long.
You need to find Jeon Jungkook at the earliest.
You dry your eyes and wash your hands, (not your face because your life is not a movie) as you finally look at yourself in the mirror.
You can do this. You can speak your heart to him, and hope he doesn't run away.
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Your first step outside the restroom is full of resolve, and directed towards one, and only one goal.
To find Jungkook.
The feeling that is rising in your heart is making you giddy, like a goddamn teenager. Even though guilt is hidden somewhere in the nooks and crannies of your emotions, the one that is visible is the same you feel right now. Your cheeks burn at the thought of what if?
This is pathetic. You are a twenty six year old, well experienced woman. Why are you blushing at your imaginations? Wait, no. Why are you imagining stuff? You need help. Better, you need him.
You cautiously move towards the bar again, hoping to find him still sitting there (very low chances), while also looking around for any chances of him not sitting there (not any, there are many).
But, as soon as you get away from the restroom, darkness spreads all around as the power suddenly cuts off. You can literally hear the power trip – so it's either someone messing or it's really an accident.
Audible gasps are heard from all around as people scramble to grasp the situation, and themselves. Your feet don't move as people rush all around you. You stay rooted in your place when your vision doesn't help you, at all. The lack of windows doesn't allow any kind of moonlight or streetlight to filter in, and it's absolute darkness.
You consider yourself to be brave, headstrong. But darkness is where you draw the line. It's nauseating. You feel like it's sticking to your body and creeping up your skin, making you want to shake yourself out of the daze. It scares you to no end, because you do not like creepy things.
Your mind tries to calm you, but it fails. Your feet try to move, but they fail. Your eyes try to adapt to the darkness, but again, they fail. You can feel the panic settling in your bones. You need something to ground yourself to. You count your breaths slowly and shake your fingers but the whispers and murmurs of people all around you makes you want to crouch down and shout with your hands on your ears. You need something. You need someone to-
"Y/N?"
That- Your neck almost breaks with the speed at which it turns towards the voice. The voice which you want, which you need.
"Jungkook", you sigh, but your voice is high pitched, scared. And as soon as you say his name, you are pulled into a hard, but comforting chest. You immediately wrap your hands around his torso and cling to him for your life. Like he is the only source that is letting you breathe and live.
He holds you close, tight, as if you will slip away if he lets you go. And maybe you will. Because you desperately need an anchor, and he is just the one for you. He invades your senses and that's when you feel like maybe you can breathe again.
You gasp for air as tears line your eyes. You hate the dark. It makes you see things you don't even want to know about.
"Shh. Hey, I am here. Don't worry", his voice breaks your dangerous train of thought and you sigh, nodding against his chest.
You try to control your breathing, slowly as your nails almost dig in his back. You feel like maybe you'll fall down, but the constant rhythm of his heart beating under your ear grounds you, and wills you to stay on your feet. You almost fucking melt in his arms when his lips touch your hair, and he mumbles calmly.
"Breathe, breathe with me. Don't worry, everything is gonna be fine. Just stay with me, okay?" His voice is like honey, bleeding into your ears and giving you comfort. His breathing gets slow, to help you, and you mumble a small okay into his chest, with your eyes screwed shut.
You try to focus on the rhythmic movement of his chest, as it goes up and down with every inhale and exhale of his. Soon enough, your breathing matches his and your worry and panic deflate a big amount. You can finally feel yourself again. And the sudden realization of his scent invading your (now normal) breathing makes you soar in the clouds.
His heartbeat is faster, now that you notice. It's the same that you felt when you hugged him in the elevator. You mindlessly snuggle into his chest and his lips press against your head with more resolve.
"Hey, you okay there?"
That's when you realize.
He knew. He knew of your fear. He knew how you feel when you encounter the dark. And the way he pulled you in and comforted you just solidified the fact that he knew this information very well.
"You, you knew that I-" you gulp. You don't even need to speak for him to know your next words.
"I did." An assurance. Two words that tell you that he knows and will always know of the things that unsettle you. And he will always be there to bring you back to yourself, bring you back to him.
"How?"
"Does that matter? I am just glad that you are here with me." His arms around you hold you even tighter, and you want to say that you will always be there with him.
You smile with red, burning cheeks as you move your head and let your lips rest against his chest. You are so glad he can't see your goddamn blush, but you can swear you just felt the beat under you speed up.
"Thank you", you whisper quietly, but you know he heard it when he moves your head and dips down.
His lips touch your forehead and you still.
The action is so simple, yet it twists your heart in knots. Because, he kissed your forehead. Out of care, out of affection, out of adoration. It's so sweet that you want to die. Is this how you die? Overwhelmed by the simplest act of affection? You are glad it's him, because at this moment, you can't think of a better way to go.
He pulls away and looks down at you with concern in his big, doe eyes. You want to drown in them. You can't see his face properly, but you know the sight is breathtaking, you can feel it. You can see the outline of a strand of hair falling on his face, and you move a little away, breaking the hug to try to look at his whole face, when the lights suddenly switch on.
Brightness fills the room (brighter than before) and you step back, suddenly blinded by the intensity of the light. Your hand shields you as if you have just walked out in the sun, and maybe you have. Because Jungkook's glow is surely blinding you.
His eyes gleam softly, big and doe-like. He stares at you with what you can only make out as stars in his eyes. It's enthralling, the feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach. You don't even realize you were blatantly staring at him when loud cheers break you out of your reverie.
People all around are cheering a few couples who found themselves under the numerous mistletoes hung almost everywhere. You watch with amusement as a couple dives right into a makeout session as soon as they realize they have the opportunity, while a pair hesitates to even look at each other, just a few feet away.
A few painful seconds pass after which the crowd gives up on cheering them, because clearly, it's a lost cause. And clearly, you don't realize what you are doing till someone nudges your hand. You don't know who that person is, because they walk away as quickly as they came, shouting out a smug thing.
"You know, it's bad luck to not kiss."
It's what?
Jungkook gasps as he looks up and belatedly you both realize you have found yourself under a mistletoe. Under. A. Mistletoe.
There is someone whistling, there is someone laughing, there is someone cheering, but all you can see is that you are standing with him under a mistletoe, as he looks at you like he too, can't notice anything else.
You don't know if it's really bad luck or not. But you do know that you'd really like to kiss Jungkook. And you hope he does too.
None of you move, and he mistakes your lack of action as hesitancy.
"If you are uncomfortable we can move somewhere else. I mean-"
"No."
Jungkook blinks.
"Huh?"
"I mean, it's bad luck to not kiss. Right?" you shrug, "So we would not like that. Right?" Why, god why? Why are you speaking like a teenager? Just, hold him and tell him you are head over heels for him and would kiss him even if that meant bad luck for you. You hope he doesn't walk away at your reasoning.
He stops back a smile and nods like a child, his eyes holding the humor and happiness his mouth fails to deliver.
"Yes, of course. We don't need bad luck."
You roll your eyes and stand straighter, a smile playing at your lips.
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Is this what dreams feel like? Is Jungkook dreaming? He feels like he is flying. There is no way you are standing in front of him, a flustered mess and making excuses to kiss him. As if he won't kiss you whenever you ask him to. He can kiss you all day (only if you allow him to, of course).
He feels giddy. He wants to hold you and recite the poem he read a while ago that reminded him of you. He wants to write you a song that makes you laugh and look at him with hearts in your eyes. He wants to do everything for you, and everything with you. A kiss is only the beginning of his love for you.
The smile on his face increases when his hands find your face. There is literally no one watching you, no one is there to pester you to kiss, but still you both do it. It's not a movie, but he feels like time slows down around him.
A lone petal which has been enduring the weather for a long time, finally falls when he dips down and attaches his lips to yours.
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In the midst of the chaos of the party, Jungkook attaches his lips to yours, and you still. For a moment, you forget that you are standing in the middle of a crowded hall. For a moment, all you feel is him.
An oh so sweet feeling settles deep inside you, and it seems like a lifelong yearning of yours has been settled. He moves his lips against yours gingerly, his hand cradling your jaw as if you will break if he even touches you with fervor. Your toes curl with the soft intensity of the kiss and you lean into him a bit more. The hints of wine that you taste on his lips pulls you into throws of ecstasy and your hands find themselves around his neck.
He kisses you like a dew drop touches the petals of a flower in the morning, soft and gentle. His tongue doesn't skirt at your lips, and you are glad, or else you would've turned a mistletoe kiss into a makeout session. You forget about everything around you.
But when he pulls away, his nose a hair's breadth away from yours, and breath fanning across your lips, you realize you don't even need to know about anything around you.
It's him, and just him.
"Y/N?" it's a whisper quieter than the quietest of nights, but you hear it nonetheless. As if he is asking you if you are still there with him or are still swimming in the ecstasy he has thrown you into.
You don't know what you are feeling. You don't know what to speak when your mind has gone on an overdrive and shut down simultaneously. What if you open your mouth and speak things that are so incoherent that he thinks he has to walk on eggshells around you, again? It's tiring trying to navigate your mind when you can hear your heartbeat loud in your ears. Does he hear it too?
Your eyes stare into his, with millions of questions and just a look of his doe eyes assure you that you are not alone. You will get answers, you will know what this is.
He swipes a finger at your cheek, as if asking you for your sincerity, and you mindlessly nod at his unworded request. It's funny that you are operating on autopilot, but you can't do anything else when your breath has been stolen from your lungs.
A loud cheer breaks you out of your reverie and you notice that people have now gathered around you two. God, it's so embarrassing. Not kissing him, but unintentionally acting like a fool in front of everyone. You think you see Yoongi with a smug smile in your peripheral vision, and maybe, just maybe, Mina is cheering too, but you ignore the whole ordeal.
You need to get out of here.
And just then-
"Wanna get out of here?"
Yes, God yes. Jungkook asks you the right question at the right moment, because of course he is Jeon Jungkook and he is always there for you. You nod and your smile grows as he pulls away from you, only for his hand to touch your elbow. His touch is featherlight, but you shiver nonetheless.
As you leave, you smile at the onlookers and they start to disappear. You are glad no one is nosy enough to come and ask you what will happen next.
You know two people who would like to know, and you know they, or at least Mina, is hopefully looking at you, but you just give her a look that says 'Later' and run away behind Jungkook.
Your feet follow his without other thought and you think maybe that's just what it is.
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The night is still young when you step out in the fresh air with him. None of you speaks a word, it's as quiet as the night around you. Until it isn't.
“I am glad we got out of there. Those people are crazy.” Jungkook shakes his head as he says this and you laugh.
“True. Especially Mina and Yoongi. It's so good that we escaped them.”
At this Jungkook stops walking and you almost stumble. When you look around, you both are standing in an empty street with the streetlight and the moonlight being your only companion. There is no noise, given that you both got out from the parking lot and not the main lobby.
But the silence invites you like an old friend, and you are glad that the only one breaking it is Jungkook, and no one else.
"Did he, did he tell you?"
"Did he tell me what?" you wonder out loud. Is he talking about Yoongi? Well, Yoongi did tell you a couple of things. But you don't know how much of them you are going to reveal to Jungkook. Yoongi did make some speculations about his feelings, and even though you have a positive feeling, you are not going to try your luck right now. Especially when he is so close.
"Did he tell you anything after you kind of stormed off from the bar?" His voice is meek, unsure, and you grimace when he mentions your moment of weakness – your childish action of storming off during a conversation.
"No." You shrug and quickly add, "and I'm so sorry for storming off earlier. I was a little-"
"Y/N." He takes your hand and you pause,"it's okay, don't think about it." His hold on your wrist is firm but kind, as if afraid you will run away, again but also not trying to hurt you.
He shakes his head when you fail to say anything but just look at him. "Come here."
And you walk into his arms without hesitancy, like a moth drawn to a flame. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh.
"You don't need to apologize for feeling," he whispers, "but you also don't need to feel like you have to hide from me."
You know that. And you feel relieved now that he has said that.
"I was just feeling too much," you mumble into his chest.
"I know. I was too. And it's okay."
You laugh at that, genuinely. But not in a way that says that he joked, in a way that says you understand what he means. You don’t even think about how suddenly you both resonate with each other on so many levels.
A gust of wind blows your hair and you shiver a bit, despite being in his arms.
“Wanna go somewhere else?” he asks and you wonder out a loud ‘Where?’
“Just, one of my favorite places. I am sure you will love it too.”
And you have no reason to say no to him. So you follow him, yet again, giddily.
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It’s colder. The raised area allows the wind to affect you more. But you don’t care when you can see almost the whole city beneath you. Especially with Jungkook beside you bathed in moonlight, holding your hand.
He booked a cab from the street you both were on. And he never let go of your hand. The whole ride was quiet – you didn’t even ask him where exactly you were heading to, and still you knew you were going to love it. Because the easy smile and the glimmer in his eyes said so. His hand firm but gentle in yours said so. And you had no reason to not trust him.
“Wow.” 
“Isn’t it really beautiful?” he asks you excitedly, as he looks at you with unadulterated joy.
It is. You can see specks of light dancing in front of your eyes, the Christmas lights. There is no snow – but you think it wouldn't have even survived in front of the warmth you are feeling. 
“You come here often?”
“Naah. I don't usually get time to. In college I used to, though. Nowadays I only come here when I feel way too overwhelmed by everything.” He smiles and you do too. ”This place can clear your head quickly, and make you feel like you are on top of the world.”
“Well, I don't know about the top of the world, but it's definitely on top of the city.” He laughs and squeezes your hand, as if you said the most hilarious thing ever.
You know you should talk with him. It's not a fairytale, that suddenly you kissed and now you will live happily ever after. You need to settle down your previous grudges and talk, discuss your feelings a lot more. It's not college all over again, where you will communicate just for the namesake, nor are your feelings for him so trivial that you can just let it go. 
"Jungkook."
"Yeah, we need to talk." He smiles at you and your eyes widen slightly.
"What are you, a psychic?"
He just laughs and leads you to a circular brick structure built around some small plants that you notice just now. They are the apt height for you to sit on them like benches, and you realize this place is not that much of a secret. Still, it counts.
You sit down side by side, with your shoulders grazing each other's. And even though there is a lot of space, none of you shift.
"I am genuinely sorry for all the times I annoyed you so much that you felt like you needed to walk away," he begins with his eyes trained on his fingers in his lap.
You shake your head at this. It feels ridiculous to you to sit here and listen to him drone out apologies – as if it's his fault or something. 
"I think we should just sit down one day and say sorry to each other, because even I have a lot to apologize for."
He laughs and your shoulders slump with relief at the fact that he doesn't deny your words – that even you have a lot to apologize for. 
You think you are a little tipsy. And the red dust on Jungkook's cheeks tells you that he is more tipsy than you. You wouldn't be surprised if he was, especially after the one too many drinks he was having at the bar, while you were dancing with Yoongi. That thought takes you back to the moment you bickered with Jungkook at the bar, and stormed off. Even though he said it was okay, you know that was wrong of you.
"I, you are not my problem, Jungkook."
"Huh?"
He looks at you with big doe eyes, and you think how easy it is for you to drown in them. The moonlight reflects off his face in glowing beams, and the stars find themselves in his eyes. His lips are set in a confused frown, and the red dust on his cheeks seem to increase when he locks eyes with you.
"At the bar, when I said you were my problem. I was in a rage, because Yoongi said some things. And," you pause, realizing you are rambling and that it's ridiculous for you to explain yourself like this, "and there's no excuse for it, yeah. I am sorry." You sigh as you end, not being able to look him in the eyes.
You expect him to say how hurt he felt, or maybe just brush it off with an off-handed comment.
What you don't expect him to do, is take your clammy hand in his and interlock his fingers with yours. 
"Y/N. Look at me." He tugs you by your hand and you will yourself to look him in the face.
"What did you say just now about apologizing?"
"That we will sit down one day-"
"Yes, one day. And today's not the day. So stop apologizing for hurting me, when I wasn't even hurt."
You furrow your eyebrows.
"You weren’t hurt?"
He shakes his head with a laugh and raises his free hand to your face. Your breath hitches when he tucks a stray hair behind your ear. Oh my god, you could melt at the way his touch leaves a fire in its wake. His fingers linger on your neck, and he doesn't pull his hand away when he speaks.
"I know how snippy you can get when you are frustrated."
That makes you laugh.
"You know me, huh?" you ask slyly, as if this is the moment for you to be sly.
"Well, I know a lot about you." 
"What are you, a stalker?" you gasp.
"Yeah," he dryly replies and you exhale a snort.
His hand still lingers at your nape. And you belatedly realize that the hair on your neck is standing, as if saluting him. His eyes dart between yours and your lips, and you wonder if he will lean down. But then the hand at your nape moves around your form, and he pulls you in by your shoulder.
You stiffen for half a second, but then easily lean into him, laying your head on his shoulder as his fingers dance across your arm lightly.
You can feel the warmth from him, and it makes you forget that you both are practically sitting out in the dead of winter, at night. You wonder if by some miracle you can stretch this moment to last forever, not wanting to leave his side, and the comforting peace of mind you get.
"So, how was the party?"
His question takes you off-guard.
"Umm, good?" you say confusingly. You understand he is just trying to break into a conversation, but really?
"Yeah. I am sorry for being a dick with the whole Yoongi thing before. I know you like him." He sighs and you sit up straight.
"Wait a minute. I don't like him," you say, because you really don't. Who is feeding him these lies? Mina, that fucker.
"Huh? You don't?"
"Honey, everyone and their mama knows how big of an asshole he is. I do not like him, okay." You laugh and you think you feel his shoulder sag with what you think is relief.
"I thought you were into assholes," he comments, slyly, and you decide to play along.
"Well, you are an asshole."
"Yeah, but are you into me?"
At that, you pause, and look up at him. He has an easy grin on his face, which says that he is also just playing along. You are not sure how honest you should be, but it's also high time now. You look back at the sky, and lay your head against his shoulder again as you drawl out a lazy-
"Yeah."
He suddenly sits up straight, and you stumble but catch yourself at the last moment.
"What?"
You look at him, holding back your smile.
"What?"
"You, you are into me?"
His eyes are wide like saucers and you think you see the faint citylights in them. It's beautiful how his lips form a confused pout, and his head nods at you.
"Yes." You laugh, and a smile breaks out on his face. His hands find yours and he holds them in a gentle grasp.
"Do you, do you really like me?"
"Yes, Jungkook."
"Oh my god, come here." He tugs at your hand and pulls you into him, again. You gladly rush into his arms and this time, lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart. You feel giddy, as if you are confessing to your first crush and he has just said that yes, he likes you too.
"I feel like I am the happiest man right now." You blush against his chest and he holds you tighter.
"So do I understand that you like me back too?"
"Of fucking course. If it wasn't obvious already, then." He laughs and you think you can melt in the sound, drowning yourself in the sweet honey ringing of his voice and the joy spilling from it. You know it was obvious – at least to some extent. Okay well, at least after someone pointed it out to you. And that gave you the confidence to open up to him. Or else you would have drowned in your thoughts instead of him.
His lips brush your hair and you sigh at the touch, closing your eyes at the tender feeling. You want the moment to stretch forever. The moon gracing you with its presence and the relief that you are finally beside him, in his arms, with nothing to bother you.
"I love you."
It is so sudden that you forget how to breathe, going still. His words are muffled by your hair, but you hear them nonetheless, when you can even hear him breathing. Somewhere, you knew this was coming. Because everyone, every sign, every feeling led you to believe it. And even though you are glad the intuition was right, you don't fucking know what to do now.
You take your head off his chest and look up at him. Just before you open your mouth to say anything, he rubs his hand on your arm, trying to calm you down. As if he felt the inner turmoil rising inside you.
"Shh. I know you're not there yet, and it's okay. Even if you'll never get there, I am content with how it is right now." He shouldn't be. After all this time, why is he still ready to give himself and his feelings up, for you?
"Jungkook-"
"I know. But, I couldn't stop myself from saying it. And I understand if you walk away."
"Shut up, I am not walking away," you tell him, rather firmly and you feel when his shoulders sag with relief, even though he doesn't let it show on his face. You snuggle into him once more, this time kissing his heart softly through the shirt.
"Why would you say something like that? Why would you say that you will be okay if I never get there?" you mumble and he rests his cheek on your hair.
"Because, being someone to you is better than being no one."
Oh, your heart. Your poor little heart. It can't take the pain, the longing that you can feel radiating from him. You feel like you could cry at his words, because how can you be so oblivious to his thoughts? You wish to tell him something, anything that can tell him that you are almost there too. That this time around, he won't be no one to you, he'll be everything to you.
"I, I am almost there too-"
"Love, I don't need to know if you are almost there or not. I need to know if you are here, here with me. Are you?" The name makes your heart do somersaults, but you compose yourself to give him a reply.
"Yes. Yes I am here with you."
"Well, then I don't want anything else." He laughs and you feel yourself calm down at the voice. It's just a matter of time, you think. You can't afford to hurt him anymore, and you know you won't. You are glad you are here with him. It's meaningless to fret over what will happen, rather than focusing on what's happening.
"I think we have someone to thank," he jokes and you roll your eyes.
"If it's Yoongi, then I'm not talking to him."
"Valid, but you know he helped."
That he did. If not for him, you would have been sulking in some corner, still at that party.
"We'll see what we do."
"Okay, boss. As you say." He laughs and you hit his chest.
"Shut up."
"Maybe you should tell him how you had a crush on him. Wouldn't it be hilarious?"
"Jungkook, I swear to god, if you don't shut up-"
And that's how you bicker into the night, with love and a lot of jokes. With a promise to be together, sealed by kissing in the moonlight.
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also, end notes : i am astronomically late for this one, three months late for christmas! but I'm finally here, after all the stuff going on with me hehe! maybe I'll write a drabble for these two later? where the reader also confesses her feelings? all domestic haha. let's see! but thankyou so much for reading it! any kind of feedback will be immensely appreciated :D
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piedpiperslists · 2 months
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heyyyyyyy wondering if you have a list of innocent oc/experienced jk or the other way around fics recs
Hi. I'm going to assume you mean experienced in sex? These fics I included aren't necessarily innocent x experienced, but more of them being "inexperienced".
This is over 25 fics, so I put it under the cut.
* s - contains smut sm - social media format
Inexperienced!Reader:
Love Me by mono-moonchilds - drabble (s) / producer's daughter!reader, idol au Summary: Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don’t. Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon. She said, “I never wanna make you mad I just wanna make you proud.” I said, “Baby just make me cum, Then don’t make a sound.”
Angel by pixieknj - one shot (s) / wc~5.2k / fuckboy!Jungkook, university au Summary: After giving your virginity to the university’s most notorious fuckboy, he’s on a mission to slut your innocent ass out and take all that he can get... [or] small collection of fuckboy JK turning you out...
First & Last by kookiesjoonies - one shot (s) / wc~4.2k / friends to lovers Summary: During a game of never have I ever, Jungkook finds out that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and decides to show you how it’s done.
Milestone by 1kook - one shot (s) / wc~8.2k / brother's best friend Summary: Part of you is touched that Jungkook really has been there for every milestone in your life. The other part wishes he hadn’t shown up looking so ridiculously sexy.
No Longer Strangers by soft4gguk - one shot (s) / wc~9.4k / strangers to lovers, PWP
Pop Goes the Cherry by 1oserjk - one shot / wc~3.8k / angst, brother's best friend Summary: Jungkook comes back home to find you visiting as well, all grown up — in more ways than one.
Strictly Platonic by jeonqkooks - one shot (s) / wc~19.4k / friends to lovers, fake dating, college au Summary: Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.
Practice by chryblossomjjk - series (s) / fuckboy!Jungkook, FWB, college au Summary: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.
Ruin You by bts-bay-bee - series (s) / FWB Summary: Best friend!JK teaches you the basics of sex, and essentially ruins you for anyone else.
Shiver by hansolmates - series (s) / bad boy!Jungkook, church girl!reader, childhood friends to lovers, FWB Summary: Your childhood crush Jeon Jungkook has changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. When he returns for a Christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. In exchange, Jungkook craves a taste of you.
Inexperienced!Jungkook:
Close the Distance by hearts4joon - one shot (s) / wc~13.5k / college au, neighbors au Summary: Two different adults, living two completely separate lives — in the same neighborhood. A guy who’s overbearing mother makes him carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. A girl who’s parents are all too drawn to her younger siblings to even give her the time of day. While the two fall in an unlikely relationship (very unlikely), they still ravish each and every part of one another in every way — the best of attention, the one they both craved all their lives.
Curiosity by hobidreams - one shot (s) / wc~3.6k / best friend's brother, college au Summary: When innocent Jungkook comes to you with a not-so-innocent question… you decide it’s easier to just demonstrate.
Ghosts Just Wanna Have Fun by sugaxjpg - one shot (s) / wc~20k / med school au, psychic au Summary: When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.
Gotcha by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / wc~11k / childhood friends to lovers, college au Summary: The color blue. Two white hairpins. “Hey, Jungkook.” A laugh with shaking shoulders that Jeon Jungkook thought he would hear and see forever. Hey, Jungkook. But then those words became a memory, until she was standing in front of him again, sporting the title of “Virgin Killer” and Min Yoongi by her side. Was this his second chance or just another memory?
I Want to Have Sex by jeongi - one shot (s) / wc~7.2k / established relationship Summary: You plan on taking your boyfriend, Jungkook’s, virginity tonight.
Infatuated by namsjunies - one shot (s) / wc~3k / university au
Need to Know by pixieknj - one shot (s) / wc~4.4k / virgin!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: Jungkook’s tired of you teasing him…
The Virgin Volume by kpopfanfictrash - one shot (s) / wc~6.8k / angst, college au Summary: The story of how The Rich Man’s Crochet Club Jungkook lost his virginity. Prequel to The Monogamy Monologues.
Here's more Inexperienced!Jungkook but I keep getting an error, so I had to break up the list
Will You Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly - one shot (s) / established relationship, college au Summary: Jungkook’s never been touched before and, after a hectic end to his semester, he thinks he wants that to change… Can I Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly - one shot (s) / established relationship, college au Summary: Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.
Twelve Hours by whatifyoulivelikethat - two shots (s) / film director!Jungkook, burlesque dancer!reader Summary: You have twelve hours to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. He's about to get married. You're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. Long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. Nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.
For Science by boymeetsweevil - series (s) / nerd!Jungkook, friends to lovers, FWB, college au Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.
Love Formula by kimnjss - series (s sm) / shy boy!Jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au Summary: You’re barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. He’s hopelessly romantic and you’re in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.
One Time, In Your Room by ubemango - series (s) / established relationship, college au Summary: There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. (You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.)
Both Inexperienced:
Taste the Feeling by 94hixtape - drabble (s) / established relationship, PWP Summary: Masturbation + Bodily fluids.
But We Loved Too Young by jl-micasea-fics - one shot (s) / wc~10.4k / childhood friends to lovers Summary: Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.
Helping Hand by minlucent - one shot (s) / wc~3k / ft KSJ, boyfriend!Jungkook, PWP Summary: You and your boyfriend are inexperienced in terms of sex. It is decided that the best way to fix that is to have a little help from a friend.
The Fuckbuddy Code of Conduct by yoongiphoria - one shot (s) / wc~2.7k / fuckbuddy!Jungkook, lawyer!reader, FWB Summary: A little experiment between you and your fuckbuddy leads to an unexpected confession.
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eoieopda · 11 months
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hello, jade! 👋 congratulations on 2k followers 👏 👏 you deserve it sm!!! I'm so proud of you! 🫶 if it's okay, I would like to request something for your 2k drabblepalooza event, please. it would be a JungKook x reader e2l drabble with the trope "cuddling for warmth", please. :) (it's been hard for me to find some great fluffy fics with jk and I love everything you write, so I know it'll be good if you decide to write it ♡) thank you in advance, take care! 💕
tysm, sweet bean! as i am wont to do, i went a bit left field. hope that’s okay 😵‍💫 tbh, this one was actually really difficult for me to attempt in drabble format because those things feel so opposite to me and would normally justify a lot more backstory, i think?? but i loved the challenge!! i went more with a “life decided we are enemies” kind of thing.
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pairing: jeon jungkook x gn!reader type: drabble | wc: 811 | 18+ genre: hurt/comfort, angst au: enemies to lovers(ish), organized crime summary: you didn’t plan this far ahead. you should have. cw: implied gunshot wound & blood (after the fact, not described in detail) / implied criminal enterprise / reference to threats (a hit) / a plot twist? in this economy? / ambiguous ending
Jungkook hisses as he tightens the belt around his bicep. Not far below it, invisible with the deep black of his jacket, is proof that he isn’t invincible after all. In fact, he bleeds much more freely than anyone else you’d ever met — or, more specifically, anyone else you’d ever shot.
Clipped, rather. The bullet barely grazed him.
He sits two meters away, half-slumped and wholly displeased. Between you, there’s a spent shell casing — your last — that had previously been sitting pretty in a magazine, itself nestled in a pistol once strapped snugly against your right thigh. The gun was confiscated and that thigh strap is useless now, just like the black denim underneath it; the turtleneck sweater above it; and the radiator behind you that likely hasn’t worked at any point in your lifetime.
Cold concrete nips at your ass despite your jeans and you shiver. As it saps what’s left of your body heat, makes the back of your thighs tingle until they’re numb, you do your best to squeeze yourself tighter. You can’t reduce your surface area to zero, but if you shrink as much as is physically possible, you can try your best to keep warm.
For the same reason, you can’t lean your exhausted body against the stone wall behind you, but you can crumple forward and rest against the bent knees you clutch to your chest. You can’t stop glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, either, but you can use the fallout from your ponytail as cover and pretend that you aren’t.
Suffice to say, this was not how your night was supposed to go.
“Worst fucking shot I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jungkook mutters through gritted teeth for what you imagine to be the hundredth time. His scoff is visible when it hits the air; his rage doesn’t dissipate the way his breath does. “Kim was right there and you hit me instead? Unbelievable.”
You don’t respond.
If you unclench your jaw to do so, the chattering of your teeth might reduce them to dust in your mouth.
Without your cell phone, you can’t tell how much time passes while you sit in silence. You can’t confirm your suspicion that the temperature outside has, in fact, dipped far below zero. Similarly, you can’t tell if anyone stuck around after locking you in this basement to see how long it would take for the cold to take you out — or to finish the job themselves if you beat the odds.
Jungkook huffs as he shifts in place. Now, with his back resting uncomfortably against the wall, he glares headlong at you. Unfortunately for him, looks can’t kill.
If they could, you wouldn’t be in this mess.
Against your better judgment — again — you give in to the primal part of your brain that begs for self-preservation. Your muscles are stiff after so much time spent in knots, and they ache as you push yourself off the ground. Your joints protest too, clicking uncomfortably as they resettle. Wordlessly, you ignore the confusion knitting Jungkook’s brows together and cross over to him.
When you reach him, you drop into the space at his side — his good side — and lean against the arm that isn’t trying hard to clot. He doesn’t flinch or attempt to move away, either because he doesn’t have the energy or because he wants to live, too. So, you rest your head against his shoulder and your eyes drift shut as your combined warmth starts to soothe. Eventually, his cheek claims the top of your head. You have to glance up at him to confirm that this is a choice and not a sign.
Still breathing.
For now.
“Boss know how bad your aim is?”
He doesn’t because it isn’t.
You’re an expert marksman — the best of the best — and you don’t miss. Because he knows that, he now knows that your failure to take down the target wasn’t an accident; it was an illusion. Worse, it was a blatant refusal to carry out a direct order. One he gave to you because he’d wholeheartedly believed that you, more than anyone else, could be trusted.
Not like Jungkook, who isn’t the surreptitious infiltrator he thinks he is; and who still doesn’t grasp the rules or the stakes of the game he’s playing.
Who doesn’t know that the purpose of this errand wasn’t to kill a member of the Kim family; or that he was never meant to leave this warehouse with you.
Who will likely die regardless of your subtle attempt to dodge that outcome; and who — like you — didn’t plan more than two steps ahead.
Whose hatred for you and all you stood for was predetermined by circumstance; and who doesn’t know that you know.
It’s not a question when you reply.
“Boss knows you’re a badge, agent.”
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jhopezwrld · 10 months
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kpop masterlist
BTS
kim namjoon
(drabble) namjoon as a dad
kim seokjin
(hc) having a baby with jin
min yoongi
(drabble) sope threesome
jung hoseok
(drabble) sope threesome
jeon jungkook
(drabble) perv!jungkook , pt 2
TXT
ot5
(sm!au) game of desire
(hc) txt with an idol!gf
(mtl) mtl to have a mommy kink
choi soobin
(drabble) sub or dom?
choi yeonjun
(drabble) post ama's sex with yeonjun
(hc) cat hybrid!yeonjun
choi beomgyu
(drabble) dom!beomgyu after the ama's
kang taehyun
(drabble) dom!tae + punishments
huening kai
(hard thoughts) hyuka at the ama's
(drabble) dom!hyuka
(drabble) who cums the fastest in txt?
(soft thoughts) what kind of hybrid is hyuka?
ENHA
park jongseong
(drabble) who in enha has a corruption kink?
(fic) i’m your little scarlet, starlet, singin in the garden
LE SSERAFIM
nothing yet...
TWICE
nothing yet...
SKZ
ot8
reaction to a nipple piercing
ITZY
nothing yet...
NCT
nothing yet...
BLACKPINK
nothing yet...
ATEEZ
ot8
mtl ass vs tits
mtl breeding kink
kim hongjoong
nothing yet…
park seonghwa
nothing yet…
jeong yunho
nothing yet…
kang yeosang
nothing yet…
choi san
nothing yet…
song mingi
nothing yet…
jung wooyoung
nothing yet…
choi jongho
nothing yet…
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jeonqkooks · 2 years
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i love all ur works sm!! for the drabble request: things you interrupted me to say + tongue tied couple</33
watermelon gelato | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x f!reader
rating: PG
genre/warnings: friends to lovers, neighbor au, fluff, kissing, swearing
word count: 1.6k
note: a tongue tied drabble. dear anon i'm so sorry that this took so long and i hope you're still here somewhere 😭
series masterpost | taglist
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
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Wear something nice.
When Jungkook sent you these texts nine hours ago, he should’ve known that life wouldn’t be this kind to him. As he stands here, in the talk-of-the-town restaurant that just opened a month ago, he should’ve known that there was no way he could reserve a table that easily at 10AM on the day of.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the hostess apologizes in earnest. “I don’t see your reservation for tonight.”
“Can you please check again?” he asks and shuffles on his feet nervously. “It should be under Jeon Jungkook.”
You can tell that she feels bad as she takes in the expression on his face, big doe eyes pleading her to somehow save him from this misery. He looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Still, she puts on a polite smile and tells him to wait so she can run his name through the system again, a task that you know will probably be in vain.
Earlier today, when he disturbed your slumber at the unholiest hour possible, you hadn’t expected him to ask you out. After you went back to bed and woke after a few more hours, it took you a minute to process the short conversation between the two of you at 4AM. You weren’t sure if it really happened until that text came but even then, you had no clue how the date was going to go, and how you were feeling about the whole thing.
Jungkook is cute—you’ve told him as much—and he’s a good kisser. No, scratch that. Jungkook is a wonderful kisser. You’re attracted to him, and you two get along well. It’s nice and easy, with minimal thinking required because you’re just two friends, young and single, ready to mingle but not necessarily looking for something serious.
Well, at least you aren’t looking for something serious. It isn’t like you’re anti love or anything. The last time you were in a relationship was two years ago, and though it didn’t end on bad terms, it was… a lot for you.
People around you have always put heavy emphasis on commitment and you know it’s not a bad thing, but it’s scary. The pressure is too much. You haven’t really thought about if and when you would unpack all of your uneasiness regarding the matter. Right now, you just know that you’re content with being single and having fun. 
And what you have with Jungkook is fun. A dinner couldn’t hurt.
The hostess speaks up after a moment, looking genuinely sympathetic at the two of you. You reckon this kind of occurence isn’t uncommon, and she must have built a tolerance for people looking like kicked puppies whenever this happens; though, even that indifferent and monotonous attitude falls apart before the Bambi eyes of Jeon Jungkook.
“Sir, you made a reservation for this day next year.”
You purse your lips as you glance at him. Color drains from his face as she shows him the screen and the mistake he made while jittery in the middle of the night. “Is there any way you can–”
“Jungkook,” you call and tug on his arm because people in line after you are starting to complain, “let’s just go.”
He looks at your stiff expression and internally winces, his eyes apologetic. He nods solemnly then, thanks the hostess and leads you out the door.
Once you’re outside, he gives you a strained smile. “Well,” he says, an attempt to distill the awkwardness, “this is embarrassing. I guess tonight’s a bust…”
Jungkook flattens his mouth into a thin line and stuffs his hands in his pockets, dropping his gaze to the ground. He really does look so sad, and you know he’s probably beating himself up for his mistake.
You poke at his chest playfully. When his eyes meet yours, you smile.
“We’re already dressed up,” you say, gesturing between the both of you. Although you’re only in a simple dress and he’s wearing a blazer over a button-up, it’s the most formal you’ve ever seen one another, having been accustomed to raggy t-shirts and sweats and casually lounging on each other’s couch. “Might as well make the most of it, yeah?”
Jungkook chuckles humorlessly. He appreciates you trying to salvage this, but he wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant, be the perfect gentleman, woo you with his charms like they do in the movies. Though right now, he just feels like a dweeb, really living up to the affectionate nickname you gave him.
“Really?” he asks.
“Really,” you confirm.
You look hopeful, so he acquiesces. He takes his hands out of his pockets and steps closer, nudging your shoulder with his. “Wanna go to that diner you like?”
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One hearty burger (and an unholy amount of fries to share) later, you’re walking through an empty park, with Jungkook’s blazer around your body to shield you from the slight chill.
Dinner was nice, although he remained relatively quiet while you were waiting for your food. The kicked puppy look returned. You had to turn to your trusty folder of memes on your phone to coax him out of his mental ditch. By the fifth picture of animals holding knives that you forced him to look at, he was already giggling, regaining some semblance of his usual dorky self. And by the time the waitress placed two cheeseburgers on the table, well, it’s like nothing ever happened. Food—his great love, you suppose.
Food, and Overwatch.
Throughout the meal, you kept forgetting that it was supposed to be a date. Every first date that you’ve been on was awkward, some less than others, but still awkward. Because you’d been conversing with strangers and going through the list of boring questions that everyone asked while trying to get to know someone, and sitting in uncomfortable silence when you realize you have nothing in common.
But you know Jungkook. You know what he likes to do for fun and what pizza toppings he likes. You know that he plays the guitar and that he’s been trying to learn the drums. You know that he’s shitscared of microwaves and that his kisses taste like orange candy.
So yeah, dinner was nice. You didn’t overthink things like you tend to do with romantic interests. You don’t think he knows, but Jungkook—or just his mere presence—has a way of making you not get lost in your own head.
When the wind breezes by, you snuggle further into the warmth of his blazer, too big on your body. He notices, and drapes a tentative arm around your shoulders. He seems shy but you welcome it anyway. As you lean into his side, he gives your arm a gentle squeeze. Ten more minutes pass, and you’re once again greeted with the sight of streets bustling with cars, a contrast to the mostly empty and quiet park.
“Ooh! Let’s get some ice cream.” Pointing toward a gelateria around the corner decorated with pretty neon lights, you grab his hand and tug him in that direction before he can even say anything. It’s dessert, for heaven’s sake. Jungkook would never turn down dessert.
He gets hazelnut chocolate and you get watermelon.
“Woah, I’ve never had watermelon gelato before. I didn’t even know they made this,” you say, eyeing the treat in your hand. When you scoop some onto the small wooden spoon and bring it to your lips, your eyes nearly roll all the way back into your skull. “Oh my God, it’s so good. Here, try it.”
Jungkook looks bashful when you offer him some of your ice cream, but he accepts it anyway.
“Is this the first date you’ve been on, Jeon?” you joke. 
He blushes, the tone of his skin on the way to matching the color of your gelato. You like seeing him flustered. It’s cute; you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling.
“Obviously not,” he mutters, honest and not very playful in response to your efforts. His thumb reaches out to wipe some of the ice cream from the corner of your mouth that you didn’t realize was there, and he puts it directly in his mouth to lick off the sweetness. You gulp, blanking on your teasing jabs as he locks eyes with you. “Just the first one that I wish goes well enough to get me a second date.”
To the outside world, you two must look like a disgustingly sweet couple. Feeding each other gelato and doing whatever the fuck Jungkook just did to you. It’s saccharine in that cheesy romcom way that you normally despise but now? You don’t mind it that much.
When you don’t say anything, he tenses, thinking he might’ve scared you a little. He opts for a lighter conversation, somewhat self-deprecating but hopefully a topic that you two can laugh about.
“I still can’t believe I made a reservation for next year,” he mutters with a cute pout. “I swear I checked the confirmation like ten times and–!”
Your stomach does somersaults all of a sudden, and something possesses you to pull him down by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. A trail of chocolate runs down the side of his ice cream cone. Jungkook thinks love must taste like watermelon gelato and cherry-flavored lip balm.
It’s far from the first time that you’ve kissed him, but somehow it feels like the first time.
When you pull away, he short-circuits, pink tongue unconsciously darting out to lick his lips where you had been just seconds ago. With that dazed look in his eyes, Jungkook swallows, not knowing what to say and if he should even say anything. See? It’s very cute.
“It’s okay, dweebus,” you laugh lightly and pinch his cheek. The words roll off your tongue without much thought. It's easy. “We’ll go next year then.”
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bangtanwritershq · 2 years
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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: Namkook Season Masterlist
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We celebrated NamKook Season! In this post you'll find a masterlist of fics from our authors that feature our President and our Golden Maknae! Please enjoy this super thicc masterlist, clearly our authors were pumping iron in the gym with namkook. ♡ 
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KEY: 
🔞 - nsfw (mature themes)
✅ - sfw (no warnings)
💖 - smut included
⚠️ - other warnings
SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre, aus, warnings, etc
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🔞 💖 Also Your Daddy | @hisunshiine  [2/2] Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook, 18+, smut & fluff, idol!au 
🔞 💖 Let Me (ao3) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Namjoon (idol) x Reader, Friends to Lovers 
🔞 💖 Bangtan Butterfly Affect: Ski Trip Choice 1 (ao3) | @roxyjean82 [1/1]  Jungkook x reader,  Friends to Lovers, Clumsy fun, Smut
🔞 💖 Reunion (ao3) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Jungkook and Namjoon x reader, Past Fling, talks of past sexual encounter
🔞 💖 Enchanted Garden (twitter) | @noonasto [1/1] Namjoon+YN+Jungkook, Jimin+OC, Prince Namjoon, Prince Jungkook, Fairy King Jimin, Explicit Sex, 18+ only
🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Queen’s Secret | @7deadlysinsfics [1/?] huntsman!jungkook x queen!reader, king!namjoon x queen!reader, fantasy!au, snow white!au, royalty!au, angst, smut, fluff, mentions of murder, minor character death, magic, threesome, polyamory, voyuerism
🔞 💖 ⚠️ Her Prince | @roxyjean82 [42/42] Prince Namjoon x OC,  Romance, Fighting (sword and physical), blood, kidnapping, injury fighting
🔞 💖 Birthday Boy Kim Namjoon | @nabiolive [1/1] Jungkook x Namjoon, 1.6k words, Idol AU, gay panic, smut (oral sex), somewhat fluffy, slash, 18+
🔞 💖 ⚠️ Poison Apple | @nabiolive [3/3] Prince Jungkook x Namjoon, Royal AU, strangers to lovers, angst, love spell, accidental poisoning, memory loss, pining, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+
🔞 💖  Smile Pretty for the Camera | @nabiolive [1/1] Namjoon x Jimin (+ a side of Jungkook),  11.7k words,  Platonic Friends w Benefits, smut, blow job & anal sex on camera, healthy communication, slash, poly
🔞 💖  The Magic Shop | @nabiolive [1/1] Namjoon x Jimin (+ a side of Taehyung x Jungkook),  15.7k words,  Partner Swap, Platonic Sex, smut, blow job, anal sex, daddy/baby, dom/sub, healthy communication, slash, poly
🔞 💖 ⚠️ I WANT YOU (twitter) | @cherrysoulth​ [1/1] Namjoon x Reader, Established relationship, Secret relationship, conflict, explicit smut
🔞 💖 NAMJOONED IN THE FOREST (twitter) | @cherrysoulth​ [1/1] Namjoon x Reader, Established relationship, Sex in the forest, explicit smut
🔞 💖  SLEEPOVER (twitter) | @cherrysoulth​ [1/1] Jungkook x Reader Secret relationship In the Soop Fluff and smut, rough smut
🔞 💖 ⚠️ THE WAITER (ao3) | @cherrysoulth​ [12/?] Jungkook (CEO) x Reader (Lawyer) x Jimin (Waiter/Restaurant owner), One-night stand, Secret relationships, love triangle, Explicit smut, rivalry, jealousy, ownership, semi-public sex, mafia relationships, violence 
🔞 💖  Ad Executive (twitter) | @noonasto [1/1] Namjoon!Idol x YN!Ad Executive, Dom Namjoon, Smut with a hint of a plot, nipple play, +18
🔞 💖 ⚠️ THE GREEN FAIRY (ao3) | @cherrysoulth​ [1/1] Jungkook x Reader x Jimin, Sex under the influence of absinthe, established relationship,  Smut, distorted perception of reality, Threesome
✅ I Kinda Like You | @btsstan12​ [2/2] non-idol! Jungkook x reader, fluff, humor 
🔞 💖 Orion's Belt | @hisunshiine  [1/1] kim namjoon x reader, 9.8k, nsfw 18+, coworkerSTEMnerds to lovers, smut, angst, fluff, assumed infidelity/homewrecking, oral, unprotected sex at work
🔞 💖 ⚠️ To All The Men I've Fucked Before | @hisunshiine  [1/1] jungkook x reader,  30.7k, nsfw 18+, fake relationship au, smluff & angst, unprotected sex, oral, heartbreak, namkook fist fight, mentions of arguing & blood 
🔞 💖 lya | @noonasto​ [1/1] ✎ Idol!Jungkook x Reader ✎ Smut, fluff ⚠︎︎ 18+, Masterbation, fingering, cunnilingus, fellatio, creampie, anal 
🔞 💖 Curator | @noonasto​ [1/1] ᥫ᭡ Namjoon x Jimin ᥫ᭡ 995 words ᥫ᭡ AU type: Strangers to Lovers 
🔞 💖 The Jeons | @noonasto​ [1/1] ᥫ᭡ Idol!Jungkook x Reader ᥫ᭡ Fluff and Smut and more Fluff ⚠︎ 18+ for explicit Sex 
🔞 💖 ⚠️ In Time | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ namjoon x oc,  jungkook x oc ✎ flower shop au, s2l, angst & fluff ⚠︎ major character death, family member death, mentions of depression, grief, suicidal thoughts (implied), sex (implied), pregnancy 
🔞 💖 ⚠️ A Patient Man | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ criminal!namjoon x reader ✎ bank heist au, smut, angst ⚠︎ secrets, mild violence, sexually explicit content, straddling, kissing, fingering, mutual masturbation, light nipple play, blow job, throat fucking 
🔞 💖 Lumière | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ namjoon x reader ✎ ex2l au, arranged marriage? smut, angst, fluff ⚠︎ toxic family, mature sexual content, surprise pregnancy, body worship, breast/nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, pregnancy sex, marking 
🔞 💖 ⚠️ I Know I Love You | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ jungkook x reader ✎ forbidden love au, angst, smut ⚠︎ toxic relationships/marriages, cheating, mention of criminal operations, mention/implied future violence/murder, mature sexual content, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, creampie 
🔞 💖 ⚠️ Below Your Mouth | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ fuckboy!namjoon x reader ✎ friends with benefits, angst, smut ⚠︎ cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, implied sex, feelings of doubt, heartbreak, mention of an ex, crying, inner dialogue (joon’s just lost) 
🔞 💖 ⚠️ Between Our Two Lives | @ffion451​ [1/1] ✎ Namjoon x reader (and a little Taehyung x reader) ✎ non idol au, smut, angst ⚠︎ explicit sex, 18+, minors DNR  
🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Golden Boy | @ffion451​ [1/1] ✎ Jungkook x reader ✎ fairytale au, smut ⚠︎ explicit sex, 18+, minors DNR
🔞 💖 ⚠️ Rebel with a Cause | @ffion451​ [1/1] ✎ Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader ✎ dystopian au, smut ⚠︎ explicit sex, 18+, minors DNR 
✅ CHANGING SEASONS | @bangtansmauyeondan​ [1/1] • Pairing: Arts and Travel Blogger!Namjoon x Restaurateur!Fem Reader • Genre: Angst, Exes AU • Rating: 16+ • Word Count: 2.3K • Warnings: None 
✅ Autumn Days | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ Hades! Jungkook x Goddess(persephone)! reader ✎ greek mythology, arranged marriage ⚠︎ none 
✅ Riding Red | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ fem! reader x non-idol! jungkook ✎ fluff, hurt/comfort ⚠︎ none 
✅ Namjoon (twitter) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Namjoon (Idol) x Reader, Fluff, No warnings 
✅ Idiots in Love | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ reader x non-idol! jungkook ✎ Fluff, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, crack ⚠︎ stupidity
🔞 💖 The Salon (twitter) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Namjoon (idol) x Reader Fluff, Smut warning quick sexy fun time with Namjoon 
🔞 ⚠️The Advent of A Bunny Spy | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ spy!reader x spy! jungkook ✎ Fluff, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, crack ⚠︎ mention of guns and violence 
✅ Soft Hours | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ non idol! Jungkook X reader ✎Fluff, friends to lovers ⚠︎ none 
✅ So Much for Cake | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ non idol! Jungkook X reader ✎Fluff, friends to lovers, crack, suggestive (if you squint) ⚠︎ stupidity 
✅ I Hate You | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ non idol! Jungkook X reader ✎Fluff, enemies to lovers, crack ⚠︎ stupidity, excessive usage of WMYB by One Direction (sorry!) 
✅ Love of Yesterday | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ✎ non idol! Jungkook X reader ✎Fluff angst (slightly), lovers to exes to lovers ⚠︎ none 
✅ Pretty Eyes | @btsstan12​ [1/1] ❥Pairing: non-idol! Namjoon x reader ❥Genre: Fluff, meet-cute, strangers to lovers ❥Warnings: none 
🔞 💖 Brat | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ namjoon x reader ✎ pwp, smut ⚠︎ slight degradation, cock slut, throat fucking, doggy style, mention of edging, you want to mark joonie really badly 
🔞 💖 The Art of Surprise | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ idol!namjoon x reader ✎ fluff, established relationship ⚠︎ implied smut 
🔞 💖 All Night | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ jungkook x reader ✎ pwp, one night stand ⚠︎ fingering, oral (f. receiving), implied unprotected sex, kissing, very light breast/nipple play 
🔞 💖 This Lingering Love | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ jungkook x reader ✎ ex2l, angst ⚠︎ implied sex 
🔞 💖 This Lingering Fear | @7deadlysinsfics​​ [1/1] ✎ jungkook x reader ✎ angst, ex2l ⚠︎ implied sex 
✅ Crimson Pairing | @btsstan12​ [1/1] writer! Namjoon x hearing-impaired! reader Genres: fluff, strangers to lovers, crack Warnings: none 
🔞 💖 ⚠️ Make You Mine (twitter) | ColorMePurplex2 [1/1] Jungkook x Reader ABO/Enemies to Lovers Knotting, breeding k!nk, claiming, praise Angst, shit-talking 
🔞 💖 No Title | @heathfritillary​ [1/1] ⚤ Pairing: Namjoon x reader ✎ Genre/AU: Established relationship and romance ⚠︎ Warnings: None 
🔞 💖 No Title | @heathfritillary​ [1/1] ⚤ Pairing: idol!Namjoon x reader ✎ Genre/AU: Magic Shop ⚠︎ Warnings: NSFW, alludes to explicit sexual content, vulgar language 
🔞 💖 No Title | @heathfritillary​ [1/1] ⚤ Pairing: idol!Jungkook x reader ✎ Genre/AU: Erotica ⚠︎ Warnings: NSFW, pure filth, vulgar language, blowjob 
🔞 💖 No Title | @heathfritillary​ [1/1] ⚤ Pairing: idol!Jungkook x reader ✎ Genre/AU: Erotica ⚠︎ Warnings: NSFW, pure EXPLICIT filth, oral 
🔞 an angel's mistake | @hisunshiine  [1/1] ✎ jungkook x reader; namjoon & reader ✎ idol au, fluff, angst ⚠︎ Mentions of Sex, PostBreak Up, Light Jealousy, OneSided Love/Forbidden Love 
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simp4eshal · 2 years
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masterlist!!
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DRABBLES !!°
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Death herself was a beauty°! drabble serie
A drabble serie in wich Reader, a pretty and confident poc woman, makes our boys fall head over heals for her.
OT7! PG-16(based on the chapter)
Part 1: The introduction of death
Part 2: The Janitor's closet (Jungkook focus!)
ONESHOTS !!°
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“I was in the M O O D when she said park my car down the backstreet”
based on “Ryd” by Steve Lacy
Summary: Seokjin takes you on a late night drive, and he did not expect to end up on the backseat with you.
warning: best friend!Jin x reader, late night drive listening to Steve Lacy, pure fluff and smut, Jin is shy at first and overwhelmed, he is also kinda possesive during sex, car sex, so much passion and lust between these two, boyfriend material!Jin, reader is straightforward asf, she rides him because that’s the lyrics, black!reader, reader speaks french when annoyed at him, chill sex bc they kinda high, so use of drugs (weed only), Seokjin drives a converstible audi and it’s hot
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“You never wanted nothing from me, I just fuck you and leave.”
based on “That’s why I love you” by SiR feat Sabrina Claudio
Summary: Kim Namjoon is your secretary, and also your sexfriend. Besides your professional and intimate relationships, you don’t have anything in common with him. But Namjoon finds himself very vulnerable when, for the first time, he asks for more. More of you, and your attention. And your cold demeanor does not stop him from being expressive of his love for you. After all, that’s why he loves you.
warnings: angst, unrequired feelings, toxic relationship, smut, switch!Namjoon x switch!reader, fluff at the end I swear, Namjoon cries, vulnerable Joon, slip of the L word during sex, reader is emotionally constipated but it gets better, not so mutual pinning, reader ghost Namjoon for like a week and he almost go crazy, slighty yandere!Namjoon, toxic asf!reader, black!reader, she only wanna protect his heart but makes him suffer instead, it seems like a lot but there’s an happy ending I swear
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“I mean she’s so perfect in her own little world”
Based on “Love is only a feeling” by Joey Bada$$
Summary: Hoseok would do anything to protect you, you and your own little world.
warnings: a lot of fluff, lil angst, mutual pinning, brother’s best friend!Hoseok x lil sister!reader, age gap (4 years), hoseok is so so soft and in love, biggest simp hoseok, oblivious but in love reader, love letters uwu, smut in the form of love making, slightly overprotective hoseok, chill big bro!yoongi, yoongi is the voice of reason and love his lil sis and hobi, black!reader
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“I got a thing for you, and I can’t let go”
based on “Age ain’t nothing but a number” by Aaliyah
Summary: Your dad’s coworker, Mister Jeon, shouldn’t be this attractive. He really shouldn’t.
warnings: age fucking gap (15 years y’all, reader’s 23 and Jungkook’s 38), jungkook is scared of her atp, reader is shameless and jungkook’s overwhelmed, koo is so fucking confused I almost feel bad for writing him like this, reader likes dilfs a lot, mutual pinning, smut, pregnancy scare, angst, fluff, Will Smith as reader’s dad because why not
let me know if I forgot something
SERIES !!°
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She's a maneater ; A Kim Taehyung sm au
Resume: Kim Taehyung is a shy art major in Paris, Y/N's an outgoing fashion major in Paris too. What happens when, for Jimin's sake, the two of them meet at a party ? She ruins him.
Social media au
read story here !
coming soon
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Wanna get drunk and nasty ? ; A Jeon Jungkook sm au
Resume: What happens when Jungkook gets drunk in Rome ?
Social media au
coming soon
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can i request strawberry kisses jk when him and of has a pregnancy scare (false) and yoongi nearly has a heart attack 😭
jeongguk doesn’t say anything as he waits outside of the door, hand hovering over the knob as the sound of you emptying your stomach fills the hallway. he’d much rather be in there with you, as gross as it may be. holding your hair back or wiping your lips… anything than uselessly waiting for you to come on. but you were much faster than him, slamming the door shut and locking it the moment you felt last nights dinner in your throat.
he was worried to say the least, because it wasn’t just the puking. it was your change in appetite, favorite foods becoming unappealing to you. the new swell of your chest, which was shamelessly the first thing he noticed. not to mention the constant shift in your mood that never failed to kill his boner. the moment it was all adding up in his head, he was rushing out for a test. the same test that he presented to you early this morning, which resulted in an argument and ended where you are now. not even able to finish your sentence before you were shoving him out of the way, rushing into the bathroom to hang your head over the porcelain bowl.
you’re sure to wash out your mouth once you flushed away the chunky mess, avoiding your boyfriends gaze as you exit the bathroom. though, that doesn’t make a difference to him because he’s not on your trail, that devil stick in hand. “that’s the third time this week, yn. just take the stupid test.” you’re an expert at ignoring the whine in his voice, nose pointed up as you rearrange the pillows on the bed. don’t even budge at the sound of his groan when you’re sinking back into the sheets.
he knows he’s lost when you’re scooting all the way down, blanket pulled up over your head. acting as if you’ve gone to sleep, but he’s much smarter than that. with a roll of his eyes, he’s stomping out of the room… you’re so difficult all of the time. you were scared, of course he knew that, but he was scared too and it was always better to know sooner rather than later. so you could start planning, instead of scrambling for solutions when it might be too late. but, you won’t listen to him. and he knows you’ll hate him for it, but he knows one person that you’ll surely listen to.
yoongi is on his way before jeongguk can even fully get his words out. fighting the urge to cuss out his quickly becoming ex best friend and shifting his focus onto you. his baby sister. how terrified you might be, he needed to be there for you first… deal with jeongguk and his irresponsible dick later. you’re in the same position you had been when yoongi got the call when he arrives, jeongguk sitting at the kitchen table with the unopened test set out in front of him. the older man doesn’t even think twice before he’s snatching the box from the table, stomping his way up the stairs with a wide eyed jeongguk trailing behind him.
you don’t even bother to lift your head when you head the door opening, a loud huff falling from your lips. “i already told you, jeongguk. i’m fine. i’m not taking a test.” yoongi is barely letting you get your words out before he’s shoving the blanket off your head. “you’re taking the test.” his scowl alone is enough to get you to sit up, the harshness in his tone only adding a rush to your steps. eyes zeroing on jeongguk who hasn’t mustered up the courage to fully enter the room. with good reason, your expression matched your brothers. “you called my brother!?”
“you wouldn’t listen to me!” he knew for a fact that if he let you have your way and something went wrong, he wouldn’t hear the end of it from your brother. and despite the way you were looking at him right now, you were the least scary out of the mins. “pee on that, i’m not fucking around.” your brother sounds harsh, but you know him well enough to know that it’s only because he’s scared. the severity of your situation getting to him and he didn’t know how else to approach it. consumed with the need to protect you, he doesn’t think twice about any lines that he’s crossed. couldn’t bring himself to worry about whether or not you’d be upset with him after. he needed to know you were okay first, he’d deal with all that shit later.
you’re back in the bathroom, heart pounding as jeongguk waits on the other side. yoongi deciding his face might not be the first one you want to see, despite what your results are. you give yourself ten minutes. the devil stick balanced on the counter and you sit with your back toward it. ten minutes of you freaking out over all the ways your life will change. your entire future depending on a pair of pink lines. you had so many plans and you weren’t ready to give up on any of them. of course, you loved jeongguk and you couldn’t picture yourself being with anyone else… but all of this was too soon. you weren’t ready to be a mom and he surely wasn’t ready to be a dad. he had his career to think about and it was so close to taking off. he couldn’t be up to his ears in diapers and formula. it just didn’t fit.
he does everything he can to stay calm, knowing that you’re a mess on the other side of the door and if he wasn’t able to keep his emotions in check it would only make matters worse for you. his hand on the knob and his lip tucked between his teeth. slightly regretting calling your brother, seeing how the both of you reacted to anxiety the same way. yoongi was a mess on the couch, fingers tugging at his hair as his legs shake his entire body. in the ten minutes you’re locked away, he’s gotten up twice - heading straight for the bathroom door before letting out a breath and turning back to the couch. it was safe to say jeongguk was the only level headed one in the house right now.
the sound of the toilet flushing cuts through the tense atmosphere, yoongi rising to stand but not being able to walk toward the door. he is, though, able to mumble another threat to his best friend… something that’s become a common occurrence since your relationship was coming to light a little over a year ago. “if she’s pregnant, i’m gonna kill you.” the calm in his tone sends shivers down jeongguk’s spine, but he’s careful not to react. head nodding in agreement as it usually does when yoongi gets like this. he knows not to take it to heart, you were his little sister so all rational thoughts tended to go out the window when you’re involved.
all the air is sucked out of the room the moment you’re opening the door, two pairs of eyes fixed on you. expectantly. yoongi looks like he’s ready to pass out while jeongguk is playing calm, but you can see past the facade. he was freaking out just as much as you. this is exactly why you didn’t want to take the stupid test, all the unnecessary dramatics. and you were right. it was a waste of time. with a scoff and a roll of your eyes, you’re lifting the test for them to see. “it’s negative, told you.” jeongguk is making his way over to you, relief washing over his features but you’re shaking your head - shoving the test into his chest as you pass him. “nope, i’m mad at you.” you’re grumbling, though he knows it’s not true. you were scared and like your brother, didn’t know how to deal with that. so being grumpy in your room is the next best option.
yoongi hasn’t calmed down and as soon as you’re pulling the door shut, he’s moving toward jeongguk - a hand landing on his shoulder. “let’s go for a walk,” he says, palm squeezing against his friends shoulder. jeongguk is swallowing thickly, head bobbing in a stiff nod as he lets the older man lead him out of the house. the entire time regretting not following you into the room, dealing with your attitude rather than on a walk with the most scary out of the mins. especially with the damn devil stick in hand, an unneeded reminder of why he’s even here in the first place.
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whiteteadreams · 2 years
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Can I Pick?
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Pairings: Slytherin!Min Yoongi x Ravenclaw!Female Reader, brief Hufflepuff!Kim Taehyung x Ravenclaw!Female Reader, Ravenclaw!Jeon Jungkook x  Ravenclaw!Female Reader (as best friends)
Preview: “You know, you’re a lot more attractive when you’re not being a dick”. Y/n said it to stir the pot, she couldn’t deny that Yoongi was attractive, he was, but his attitude ruined it for her. Although Y/n continued to look forward, Yoongi looked to his side and chuckled at the girl with a bit of a pink dusting on his cheeks. 
 “I wonder what Taehyung would think if he heard that you just called me attractive, you’re getting soft L/n”.
Word Count: 2.7k
Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Hogwarts AU
Warnings: Angst, fluff, not really cheating but kind of, cursing/mature language, a semi heated kiss at the end, not 100% proofread
a/n- I’m a bit rusty at writing, it’s been a little while, but I hope you enjoy this short story and if you would like to, feel free to leave requests. 
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“Hey Y/n, what class do you have next period?” Y/n looked to her left to see none other than Jeon Jungkook approach her, a fellow Ravenclaw that she met her first year. After both being sorted into Ravenclaw they bonded quickly over how the Sorting Hat had to pick between Slytherin and Ravenclaw for both of them. They were both quite witty and mischievous and were as thick as thieves.
“Hey JK, I’ve got Care of Magical Creatures with ugh, Slytherin”. Y/n said looking down at her schedule, grimacing when she saw which house she shared the class with. Although her and Jungkook almost got sorted into that house they couldn’t help but loathe it. “That sucks, but I’ve got to go, my next class is on the opposite side, try to not to say something that’ll get you expelled”.
With Jungkook sprinting off to the other side of the castle Y/n made her way outside towards Hagrid’s Hut where a few students were already gathering around. But one student in particular caught her eye, and not in a good way. Min Yoongi. The boy she had been butting heads against with since first year, now being seventh years, they had six years of hatred and rage built up for one another.
“Y/n L/n, who did I piss off to have the same class as you? And my favorite class at that.” “It’s hard telling Min Yoongi, it seems as if pissing people off is your one and only talent”. After the automatic comeback came without a filter, Y/n picked up that her and Yoongi shared a favorite class.
Before one of them could say anything else, Hagrid appeared out of his hut to begin the class. “Ah, class you’re all here! Being seventh years, you should all know the rules of this class by now so I'm just going to get into it. For this semester you will be partnered up and you and your partner are responsible for taking care of one of these magical creatures. And I will be picking your partners but you and your partner get to pick what animal you guys raise and take care of together".
The class groaned about being assigned partners but Yoongi and Y/n were just praying they didn’t get each other. Y/n hadn’t realized that Hagrid had started to assign partners and before she knew it, she heard, “Min Yoongi and Y/n L/n”.
Neither of the teens wanted to turn to face the other. Upset because they would be working very closely for at least the next semester. But Hagrid made a shooing motion to everyone who stayed standing away from their partners. Y/n and Yoongi turned to each other and made their way to where Hagrid was, writing down the student’s preferred animal.
“Hey Yoongi, do you think we could ask for a Jackalope?” Yoongi turned to the girl and looked down at her and into her eyes, hating the way he liked the way they lit up. He didn’t mind which animal they took care of; he just didn’t want it to be too big, a Jackalope would be perfect for their project.
“Yeah, we can get a Jackalope if you want”. He smiled for once, it was small, toothless. But Y/n adored the closed lipped smile that he shot her way. They both hated each other, Yoongi hated her because she wasn’t a Slytherin and she was muggle raised, he noticed that the first day they ever met which was their first ever day at Hogwarts, and he noticed it by her shoes. They were worn-out high-top converse, and his were neatly polished black dress shoes. But he still thought she was beautiful, but at the time his 11-year-old self would’ve just called her pretty and to him right now, she still was.
On Y/n’s side, she hated Yoongi, simply because, her terms, he was and is a stuck-up douche bag. Jungkook had heard about Y/n’s hatred for the boy in green as soon as her and him got close. One day in their third year, Yoongi had stuck his foot out as soon as Y/n was passing, making her trip. Oh and Jungkook will never forget the day that Y/n told Yoongi that his facial expression made it look like there was a stick up his ass. “Seriously JK, I swear, you could stick a rock up his ass and in two weeks it would be a diamond since he’s so up-tight.”
“Ah, Min and L/n, what would you two like to take care of?” Hagrid’s booming voice took Y/n out of her thoughts, but before she could answer Yoongi went and did it for her, “if there’s one left, we would like to have a Jackalope please”. Hagrid checked his list and simply nodded, making Y/n and Yoongi move out of the way for the rest of people in line.
“Thanks for letting me pick the animal.” Y/n made eye contact with him, and he simply nodded, “I just didn’t want it to be too big. The bigger the animal, the harder it is to move around and take care of”. Y/n agreed with his logic, although she hated him, she was glad she was partnered up with someone who at least knew what they were doing in this class.
“Hagrid didn’t do the best job explaining the project did he?” Yoongi chuckled a bit, they were both a bit lost, along with the rest of the students as Hagrid went back to his hut to fetch some of the smaller animals. “I’m sure it’s somewhere in the massive syllabus he gave us”, Y/n retrieved said syllabus out of her messenger bag she carried around.
“Yeah, its all in here, so that’s a relief” Yoongi just hummed in agreement while he wrote some things down, making a small plan for them to start out with. Y/n tried to look at what Yoongi was writing but it seemed as he didn’t want her to see the small notebook, he was writing in. He was using the few inches between their heights against her.
“Dude, if it’s about the project just show me”, Yoongi finished the sentence he was writing and lowered the notebook so Y/n could see it. It read: Everyday both of us will meet at 6:00 AM and 6:00 PM to feed it. Which ever one can spare their lunch break will feed it during said lunch time. Saturdays, Y/n takes care of it, Sundays I’ll take care of it.
“Instead of both of us watching it together on both weekend days, I figured each one of us get a day so we still get one day as a break, and we can just trade observations.” Liking the plan, Y/n just nodded and scribbled down her own version of the notes so she had them.
“How about on the days we watch it separately we watch it from the feeding times so, from 6:00 AM to 6:00 PM so we still have the night”. Y/n hated the way Yoongi rolled his eyes at Y/n’s idea. “Why, what do you have to do on a Saturday night, it’s not liked anyone would go on a date with you and the only friend you have is that other mug-blood you hang out with. Jeon Jungkook, is it? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the break from you”. There it was. The Yoongi Y/n was used to. She had started to grow suspicious when he hadn’t said something aimed at ruining her day since the beginning of class.
“Well, I’ll have you know that I do in fact have a date this Saturday-” she in fact did not have a date this Saturday “-and maybe you’re just mad since all of your friends are just stuck-up purebloods who only care about what brand their robes are and being a Slytherin. Oh, and all of you make that your entire personality, hell I have no idea how any of you would even act if you weren’t in that house.” Y/n’s prayers were answered when Hagrid announced that class was dismissed and that they would all have their animals the next class.
After making sure she had all of her things hidden in her bag she stormed off back to the castle entrance she came out of. But before she could make it to the doors, she felt someone grab her sleeve and pull her to a halt. “Who’s the date with L/n?” Yoongi was seeing red. “Why do you care Min?” “I don’t, I just want to know, is it Jungkook?” Y/n was thankful she didn’t say no to the boy in her year who had asked her out earlier that day, Kim Taehyung who she had known since second year asked her if she was up for a date. With being in rush all she managed to say was ‘I’ll think about it’, but it wasn’t a no.
“Kim Taehyung, he asked me, and I said yes, happy now?” Yoongi wasn’t happy, he just wanted to prove she was lying to him. He didn’t want to see her with anyone other than him. Y/n saw the glint in his eye and knew that she had to find Taehyung before he did.
But it seemed like whatever God above was trying to make it up to her since they paired her with Yoongi, because behind Yoongi, she saw the boy with the box smile. Before Yoongi could figure out what Y/n had laid her eyes on, she was already gone, making her way to Tae.
“Hey Tae! I thought about and sure, let’s go on a date.” Tae excused himself from the group he was talking to and met Y/n have way. “I’m glad you came back and said yes, whenever someone says that they’ll think about it, it usually means no”, he chuckled a bit and looked up from his shoes to meet Y/n’s eyes.
“No, no, I was in a rush to get to class and JK was talking my ear off so it was the only thing I could think about saying at the moment. But I’m glad I found you before you lost interest.” They both smiled at each other. What Y/n was saying wasn’t a lie, she had harbored an off and on crush on the Hufflepuff boy ever since they met and she did truly plan on saying yes, but she guesses Yoongi pushing her made up her mind for her.
“Alright, how about we go to Hogsmeade on Saturday then?” “Woah, woah, Saturday? Y/n here has to watch our Jackalope during that time, sorry pal, you’ll just have to reschedule”. Yoongi had walked up the pair and slung his arms over both of their shoulders, Tae’s a bit harder and tighter than Y/n’s.
“We can do it any time after 6:30 PM”, Y/n looked from Tae to Yoongi and shot him a glare. “That works for me, I have quidditch practice all day so that’s what I was thinking anyway”. Tae didn’t let Yoongi shake his mood, still smiling at the girl.
They were all about to be late for class, so Y/n started to make her way back into the castle, Tae following her, wanting to walk her to class. Yoongi however was still upset and not ready to leave the pair alone. Y/n noticed that Yoongi was following her and Tae.
“What else do you want?” Y/n called over her shoulder, not stopping. “Oh, just taking my time to potions” Yoongi just smirked at Y/n and Tae looked between them, then turned to Y/n. “How about you and I skip next hour”. “Taehyung, it’s our first day. And on top of that I’ve been working towards being head girl for the past 6 years, I can’t mess that up.” Y/n looked up at Taehyung and he smiled down at her. “Just say you weren’t feeling good”.
Thinking about what Taehyung was saying she smiled, grabbed his hand, and let him lead the way. “Yoongi, please don’t tell on us, just keep this a secret please?” Tae looked behind him and at Yoongi who looked as if his heart shattered. Confused, Taehyung gave Yoongi a look, silently asking if he was alright. Yoongi just gave him a cold stare that was directed at the girl that continued pulling him down the hallway.
Yoongi kept the promise he never made. He didn’t tell anyone that Y/n and Tae skipped class simply because they wanted to, he even told teachers that they were sick when he was asked about it. The next day when Y/n and Yoongi met up to feed the Jackalope, “Hey thanks, for not telling on Tae and I, I do appreciate it.” He just hummed and took a sip of his coffee. While Y/n was yawning through her words, Yoongi seemed sluggish but still awake.
“Don’t mention it Y/n”, she yawned once again and he offered her his coffee, still skeptical she took the drink from him and took a sip. Almost spitting it out, making Yoongi laugh. “I didn’t know you liked your coffee black.” Yoongi took the cup back from Y/n. “The bitterness wakes me up and the caffeine keeps me there.”  His tone was cold and sharp to the girl, and she was a bit taken back from it. Overall, the year had started with Yoongi being the nicest to her since he met her. But now he was back to his old self.
“You know, you’re a lot more attractive when you’re not being a dick”. Y/n said it to stir the pot, she couldn’t deny that Yoongi was attractive, he was, but his attitude ruined it for Y/n. Although Y/n continued to look forward, Yoongi looked to his side and chuckled at the girl with a bit of a pink dusting on his cheeks.
“I wonder what Taehyung would think if he heard that you just called me attractive, you’re getting soft L/n”. Y/n looked down, to be honest when Tae and her skipped class, he wasn’t exactly like she had thought he was. He was a bit too flirty for her, not that that’s a big problem, but it was the fact that he would subtly flirt with other girls that had passed them in the halls, and Tae didn’t have the most common sense, which she disliked heavily. Yoongi seemed to read her mind, he was over the moon that it wasn’t going to work out between her and Tae, but he didn’t like seeing her truly upset.
“Did you know you’re my favorite Ravenclaw?” Yoongi asked quietly after a while of them just watching the Jackalope hop around in its small pen. Y/n was taken back from his confession, and she really wished she didn’t turn to look at him. Maybe it was because of the built-up tension between them, the way he was looking at her in that moment, or the fact that she hadn’t been kissed in over a year, or a mix of all three. But before she could stop herself, she grabbed the sides of Yoongi’s face and slotted her slips between his.
“I better be” she pushed Yoongi down and straddled his hips, not breaking the kiss. “Y/n, please don’t go out with him”, he said between kisses, running his hands up and down her back. “I won’t” he smiled into the kiss and kept her against him. “Thank God, I get we’ve hated each other forever but I think we still would work out a bit better than you and Prince Charming”. Y/n finally got off of him, a bit embarrassed that she jumped his bones before the sun even went up. But all she could do about it was just smile, still light-headed by the kiss, him in a much similar state, if not even worse. “We’ve got chemistry L/n, that hot passion you need.”
Y/n just laughed at the boy in front of her, who had started to talk with his hands, trying to get his dramatic point across. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you again or push you off a bridge” he laughed, glad he had a good medium between the old Y/n and the new one he managed to discover. “Can I pick?”
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hobeemin · 2 years
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heal my heart ↪ b-side 13: 1 missed call
↪ genre: sm au, drama, angst, s2l, eventual (smut)
↪ pairing(s): jung hoseok x poc!oc; min yoongi x poc!oc; poc!oc x bang yongguk
↪ side pairing(s): kim seokjin x wendy son; min yoongi x jeon jungkook
↪ rating: 18+
↪ warning(s): swearing
↪ credits: banner made by a dear friend of mine. love ya lots 🐻����
↪ summary: why do matters of the heart have to be so complex? she swore off any sort of connection vowing to focus on her career. but what happens when someone drops into her life shifting her view?
↩ b-side list ↪
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piedpiperslists · 1 month
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hi!! do you know any tattoo artist/piercer jungkook fics? thank you!!
Hi. Tumblr isn't loading well for me, so I only did a quick search through my lists and might have missed some. I'll try to post an actual list for these fics when I find the time, so I can keep the links updated.
But here are some. I only included those where Jungkook is the tattoo artist/piercer. Let me know if you also mean those with the reader as a tattoo artist.
* s - contains smut sm - social media format
[drabble] by hearts4joon - drabble (s) / piercer!Jungkook, friends au
The Closing Shift by sor-vette - drabble / bakery au, coworkers au Summary: In this small space of three tables, two cake displays, a rug and a counter, you never both strayed far from each other. Caught in the Rain by sor-vette - drabble / ex-coworkers au Summary: The anger in his face rises exponentially with the blush. A Great Steal by sor-vette - drabble / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: "I did it two weeks after I met you."
The one where Jungkook gives you a tattoo by eoieopda - drabble / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: In which Jungkook thinks ghosts should mind their own damn business.
Tingle by hansolmates - drabble (s) / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: Your super hot, super sexy tattoo artist manages to catch you off guard mid-session. At least his touch keeps the pain off your mind.
Inked by taleasnewastime - one shot (s) / wc~5.3k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, PWP Summary: You were just going for a tattoo, or so you thought. Turns out the hot guy you’ve been speaking to for weeks is incredibly turned on by the placement of your tattoo, and, well, you can’t let him have all the fun.
Inked Heart by joon-ipersgirl - one shot / wc~5.9k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, tattoo artist!reader, friends to lovers Summary: At the biggest tattoo convention of the year, Jungkook’s plan to win puts him between a rock and a hard place, does he lie to you and himself when the prize is on the line? It’s go big or go home…
Inkling by gguksgalaxy - one shot (s) / wc~17.7k / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?
Just Skin by bangtaninink - one shot / wc~5.4k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, piercer!reader, established relationship Summary: You’re back home and itching to get the final piece of Jungkook etched into your skin.
Lemon Sherbet by extravaguk - one shot (s) / wc~15k / tattoo & piercing artist!Jungkook, ex high school classmates Summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
Mean Girls by taetaesbaebaepsae - one shot (s) / wc~9.1k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook is usually bored at his job as a tattoo apprentice, but the day you walk in, he finds it a lot more interesting.
Never Let You Go by yeojaa - one shot (s) / wc~7.6k / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud. Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t. (or: Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)
Still My Baby by aureumjeon - one shot (s) / wc~13.5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Jeon Jungkook in tight leather pants was perhaps the sexiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Sweets&Ink by extravaguk - one shot (s) / wc~5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, baker!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.
Tattooed Two by httpjeon - one shot (s) / wc~8.5k / ft KTH, boyfriend!Jungkook, tattoo artists!Jungkook, PWP Summary: Your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.
The Philosophy of Good Luck by kidguk - one shot (s) / wc~7k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, roommates au Summary: “You told me I looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my face” is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin.
The Boob Tattoo Chronicles [drabble1] [drabble2] [drabble3] [drabble4] by 69dias - drabble series (s) / tattoo artist!Jungkook, established relationship
Risk It by kookiesjoonies - series (s sm) / tattoo artist!Jungkook, salon owner!reader, exes to lovers Summary: A drunken text ends with you wrapped up in the arms of your ex-boyfriend. AKA the man that you dumped two years prior, after he refused to marry you. Suddenly, all of the feelings that you’d seemingly had buried come rushing back up to the surface, and you’re not sure how long you can ignore them.
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