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Mutual Help | #17
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"He just texted me 'screw y'all for going on a camping trip without me'." Jungkook chuckles at Jin's message while he reads it out loud.
"That's what he gets for being on a honeymoon in Greece." Jimin sassily remarks, knowing he's just joking and is extremely happy for Jin's happiness and fresh marriage.
The rest of the boys join, joking about it for a few minutes before you finally sit down and talk about today's plans. Hoseok is the one who seems to take a somewhat leader position as he starts to talk.
"Okay, as I mentioned before, there are four tents. One of them is bigger so three people can easily fit there." he explains, looking at each of you before Jimin speaks up.
"Me and Taehyungie can share a tent." he says, causing Taehyung to nod in agreement as they bump their fists like it wasn't expected. Those two are like twins.
"Okay, who's next?" Hoseok asks, looking around again.
"Me, Seulgi and Minjae can share the bigger tent." Kiko speaks up, smiling at her friends who nod and agree immediately.
It still feels weird to have her here, even though it might be a good thing. For all you know, Jungkook is still trying to win her back and this might help. No matter how many times you tell yourself she doesn't deserve him, you want what's best for him. And if his undying love for her isn't going anywhere, who are you to tell him otherwise. Jungkook is stubborn and you've never seen him being in love with someone so much before. Yes, he stopped talking about her like he used to, but him stealing glances her way whenever he thinks nobody is watching, just tells you otherwise. He still wants and loves her.
"Okay, Jungkook and Y/N are staying together. That's obvious, so me and Joon are gonna share a tent," Hoseok says to everyone, before he turns to Namjoon. "Please just don't snore that much." he whines, causing everyone to chuckle while Namjoon seems to fake offense.
"It's not like I can control it!" he exclaims, but still assures Hoseok he's better with snoring these days and even offers that he can sleep in his car if he's going to be snorting.
You kind of feel bad for him, but Hoseok assures him he was just joking and from what you've seen so far, Hoseok likes to joke around a lot but he really cares about his friends. Now that you think about it, him being so protective about Kiko just proves how much he loves his friends. You did the same thing with Jungkook. Still do. You're protective over him to the point you snapped at Kiko at Jin's wedding. You've never snapped at someone you barely know. Well, you know her but in a way, she's a complete stranger to you. She's just his ex that used to spend her time with him all the time, those two were inseparable. Just like you were with Jungkook, until he started to date her and they preferred to be alone rather than hang out with anyone else. The only difference between you is that you're Jungkook's best friend. Not a woman he fell in love with.
The more time you spend with everyone, you find yourself relax. Having Jimin and Taehyung here definitely helps, as those two fool around all the time. When Jungkook and Namjoon have successfully brought wood for the fireplace, two tents are already built thanks to Jimin and Taehyung because it seems like all the girls are pretty bad at it, including you.
"Weren't you saying you used to go camping with your uncle?" Jungkook jokes as he builds the tent like a pro. The grin that's plastered on his lips tells you that he's teasing you again and you take that time to slap his shoulder, causing him to laugh.
When all the tents are successfully built, thanks to none other than Jeon Jungkook himself, you finally eat some ramen that's the easiest to make. You gasp at the sight of the grill and all the other culinary equipment Hoseok brought, which makes everything easier. You can easily cook whatever you guys want. With stomachs full, you decide to go swimming in the lake since the heat starts to be unbearable.
Rummaging through your travel bags, you let out a set of curses while you feel Jungkook's body behind you.
"What's wrong?" he asks, setting his hands on your hips as he tries to look over your shoulder at what you're cursing about.
"I forgot my swimsuit, I thought I packed it. Fuck," you whine, tossing one of the crumpled shirts you manage to wrinkle in the process of your searching back in the bag.
"You packed your stuff into two huge bags and you still forgot your swimsuit?" he asks in bewilderment causing you to glare at him.
He's not helping. At all.
"Just put on whatever," he shrugs, and you glare at him again causing him to roll his eyes. "I don't think it matters. You brought some extra underwear, right?" he asks, causing you to nod.
"Yeah, I'll just leave on the one I'm wearing." you mutter, still disappointed that you managed to forget such an important item. Okay, maybe it's not that important but everyone's wearing a swimsuit and then you're going to be in your underwear.
"Well, I meant—"
"Okay, Jeon. Thanks!" you give him a thumbs up and get into his car to take off your clothes. Thank God for the tinted windows.
You hear him sigh at you, causing you to grin while you take off your clothes.
On the other side, there's Jungkook already wearing his black swimming shorts when Taehyung appears wearing similar ones, in yellow. "Where's Y/N?" he asks him, causing Jungkook to nod his head at his parked car.
"She's changing," he explains.
"Cool, meet us there." Taehyung tells him, already running to Jimin who's been calling him while everyone makes their way to the lake.
Jimin and Taehyung jump into the water, before Minjae and Seulgi do the same thing, squealing their hearts out at the temperature of the water. Jungkook leans against his car, arms plopped on the top of his car while he drums his fingers against the sleek black roof, waiting for you. It doesn't take you that long, door from the back opening as you step out of the car. Jungkook straightens his eyes widening at the sight of you.
"Are you kidding?" he asks straight away, eyeing your whole body as you look at yourself with a frown.
"This is the most decent underwear I packed." you reason, wondering if it's really that much.
It's not even lacy or too revealing. Okay, the bra could've been sport one and show less cleavage, but it looks like a bikini.
"You're not showing yourself in front of the guys like this." he tells you, mirroring your frown as he shakes his head.
"I'm not asking you," you tell him, earning a tough glare from him. "What the fuck am I suppose to wear?"
"Just put on my shirt over it." he suggests, already opening the truck before he pulls out a fresh white shirt. You know it's one of his own, considering the size and the fact you've seen him wearing it before.
He outstretches his arm to you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and you take the shirt but not before you whine.
"It's so hot! I'm gonna melt with this on!" you exclaim, grasping the soft material of his shirt in your hand.
He pats the top of your head, smiling down at you that makes you mentally curse at him. "No, you'll be fine."
Rolling your eyes at him, you put the shirt on knowing you might've felt uncomfortable in front of the guys if you just wore your underwear. Jungkook's got a point but you're not going to admit it in front of him, not when he's already grinning at you in triumph.
There's already a lot of squeals and splashing water when you get to the rest of the guys. Your eyes widen at the sight of so much skin, especially when you've never seen Hoseok and Namjoon topless.
"That's not fair. They get to be topless and I've to wear a shirt." you grumble at him silently, shifting your eyes off them before they can notice your prying eyes.
Jungkook's lack of response causes you to turn around, seeing him taking off his shirt as he tosses it on the floor. He's got the same grin plastered on his lips, his nose scrunching as he sees your scandalous expression.
"Really? You too?" you exclaim, eyes dropping down at the sight of his exposed abs and toned chest. Fuck, is he trying to kill you?
He walks up to you, picking you up with so much ease causing you to squeal in shock as you hold onto him tightly. "Life's not fair, Y/N." he comments jokingly, causing you to roll your eyes.
Legs wrapped around his frame and arms around his neck, you let him carry you. You don't think about it too much, that's until he's very careful while stepping into the water. And that's when you start to curse at him, trying to avoid contact with cold water.
"Jungkook, I swear to god! Don't drop me, don't you dare!" you start to scream at him, laughing when the cold water touches toes.
You hear the rest of the guys laughing at you, urging Jungkook to drop you which causes you to yell 'fuck all of you' before Jungkook gets even deeper. His low chuckle rustles in his chest, but he still holds you tightly. He's not dropping you, he even holds you tighter before all of your body is under the water, except your head. Surprisingly, the water isn't as cold as you expected it to be and you allow yourself to relax in his hold.
"Why would you do that?" you ask him quietly, admiring silently his face.
He's beautiful, the reflection of water sparkles his face that's so close to you. You can feel his warm breath on your face as he chuckles. "I knew you'd take a good hour to get into the water. So I helped." he smirks, causing you to snort.
"Oh, you helped? Is that it?" you laugh, splashing some water into his face. He gasps dramatically at that, causing you to laugh again. "You're such a good person, aren't you?" you tease him, splashing him once again.
He tries to dodge your attack by turning his head, but it still splashes the side of his face and he turns to you with a devilish smirk. "Y'know what? Suddenly, I don't feel like being a good person anymore." he says before he lets go of you, causing you to cling to him for your dear life.
He's laughing, putting his arms above his head so you can't reach him. You hold onto him, cursing at him. "Fuck you, Jeon. This is not funny."
You can swim, but you're more confident in your swimming when you can actually reach the bottom. Considering Jungkook barely reaches it, it means you wouldn't and you don't want to risk that.
"Maybe later, baby." he smirks, hands on your hips again before he walks closer to the shoal.
Heart beating at his words, you choose not to think too much about it. You can't let yourself get horny because of simple words. There are people around you, watching you.
You finally let him let go of you, legs meeting the bottom of the lake, but not before you splash him straight into the face. You hear Jimin's laughter at that, but it soon dies down when Jungkook jumps at you, diving both of your bodies underneath the water. You fool around for a few minutes, completely in your own worlds before you get out of the water to put some sunscreen on.
Your eyes find Kiko sitting on the towel with crossed legs as she stares at you. Surprisingly, she smiles at you and hands you her sunscreen which you take with a soft 'thanks'. The thought of her watching the both of you makes you somehow uncomfortable.
Was Jungkook fooling around because he knew she was watching? It certainly felt natural and just something both of you do. It's not the first time Jungkook has done that, fooling around with you or getting you into the water with you protesting and cursing him out. This trip is supposed to be fun. He didn't know she was coming as well but he's still trying to win her back. You both have to pretend to be dating here, but the question is...
Has he already started to pretend?
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blondes are done with fun ✲ h. renjun
pairing. journalism student! renjun x journalism student! fem! reader
starring. huang renjun, lee donghyuck, yoo jimin, huh yunjin
genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. angst, fluff, smut
warnings. alcohol consuption, swearing, renjun is a dick at the beginning, sexual content (fingering, unprotected sex)
word count. 31k (31.320)
a/n. awsten knight please stop making music so i can stop writing fics about your songs thanku. also this is my first smut please be gentle with it also if you're my friend please don't read the smut parts orif you do dont tell me abt it or i will literally kms
playlist. cherry red - waterparks ; fake happy - paramore ; heaven angel - the driver era ; blonde - waterparks ; disaster - conan gray ; raspberry - grouplove ; black butterflies and déjá vu - the maine ; fuck about it - waterpakrs, blackbear ; robbers - the 1975
a rumor has it that the popular couple in town broke up after years of being together. having to share your favorite seat in class with the male part of said relationship, you try to find out how to make your heartbroken project partner warm up to you— or— huang renjun goes blonde when he's sad.
✲ PART 1 OF THE SIMPLIFY ROMANCE SERIES ✲
“A rumor has it Huang Renjun and Huh Yunjin broke up,” is the first sentence that lands into your ears when your feet cross the imaginary border of the school premises one early morning, a cup of coffee in your hand as your best friend Jimin breaks the news to you, walking by your side into the university building.
Snapping your head around to look at her in shock and surprise at the news, eyes wide in question, you’re already invested in the love life of your classmates more than you probably should be, but due to multiple reasons that could explain it; one of them being the ordinary human curiosity– mainly created in your brain thanks to the fact that these two had dated for as long as you can remember– another reason being the gossip-oriented side of your personality– the part of it you like to explain through the fact that you’re a Journalism major and the love for gossip is just another part of your (hopefully) future occupation– and the last reason, the one that is probably the most harmless of them all (or maybe the most, depending on how you look at it) is the mere fact that while Huang Renjun had been a taken man for as long as you remember, he is also insanely attractive, and you’re just a simple woman. The idea of him being finally attainable is irking something in your brain, and even though you would feel embarrassed to admit this out loud, you can’t help but wonder what happened between those two after such a long time that made the legendary couple– iconic, even– break up.
“What happened?” you ask, walking alongside the girl as you round the corner of the hall, in a rush to get to your morning class. The two of you slept in by accident, watching too many episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians last night to notice the clock striking well past midnight, and now the journey to school was more difficult than it already is, with your dorms situated 30 minutes away and the class starting at 8 o’clock sharp. The time is now 7:58AM and while you’re already in the building and yours and Jimin’s classes are different, they are both on the fifth floor– and with the frequency of your visits to the gym, the way up there is hard not only because of the time pinch, but also because of the shortness of your breath when you rush to walk up there in less than five minutes before you have to take the walk of shame to your desk, watched by the professor with passive aggressive eyes.
“Nobody knows,” Jimin heaves out, taking two steps at once now, “I just heard from Yizhuo that Yunjin deleted all of their Instagram posts together and she supposedly stopped wearing that necklace he got her for their anniversary. Oh and also, Renjun didn’t drop her off at school on Friday, so something must be up.”
Humming in agreement, you rush up the stairs, the halls already emptied out because all of the students are hidden in their respective classroom. You manage to keep your voice down in case anyone’s listening in on your insensitive gossip, now that your voices aren’t drowned out by any other noise. “That’s weird. They’ve been together for so long, I’m starting to lose faith in real love if they really broke up.”
“No, yeah, I know,” Jimin squints as the two of you finally reach the fifth floor, the girl checking the time on her wristwatch huffing out at the sight of already being late, “something bad must have happened, if they really broke up, because the two of them didn’t seem like they’ve had any problems, you know.”
“Definitely,” you nod, pacing along the hall as you finally reach the door to your classroom, waving your roommate off with a tight-lipped smile, still trying to catch your breath. “I’ll see you after class?”
The girl doesn’t even turn around as she agrees with you, long legs striding down the hall into the last classroom on the left, waving at you with her right hand. “See ya!”
Silently opening the door to the classroom, you notice the professor already standing at the very front of the class, turning around to look at your figure once the almost unhearable noise of the door cuts through the silence in the room. Offering her a shameful smile, you hurriedly scan the space, feeling the eyes of everyone glued to your sweaty and out of breath body, as you try to find a place to sit. Your usual seat is right at the corner of the room, at the very back– it has the window in close accessibility, so you don’t have to worry about being too hot or too cold, depending on the weather, because you regulate the freshness of the air in the classroom. The window also provides a good distraction to you once the class gets too boring to listen to, so you’d say with 100% sureness that the desk you chose to sit at the very first day of your Journalism class was the best option.
However, when you look at the usually empty desk for two– one of the chairs, the one closer to the corridor being your handy armrest as well as a place to put your coat and bag on as you sit on the other one, the one closer to the window– you notice a man sitting at your usual place, eyes glued to the whiteboard. Feverishly scanning the classroom once again, realizing in terror that there is no other empty space for you to sit at, you sigh in annoyance as you near your usual desk, cursing the intruder in your brain for breaking the unwritten seating plan.
Taking the bag off your shoulder, you softly land it to the ground, afraid of making any noise that would interrupt your professor’s lecture again. After sitting at the chair and trying to listen to the words coming out of your professor’s mouth, trying to see what she’s talking about, you find yourself drifting off into the mess of your thoughts, choosing to daydream about the amazing lunch you’re about to have once your classes are over for the day, your eyes knowingly moving away from the whiteboard to their place out of the window. It’s a little harder to gaze out of it in the different position– you tell yourself you’ll come earlier next week so the intruder doesn’t take away your spot again and you can go back to your usual plan of watching people walking through the campus and making up fake stories about them in your brain– when your periphery vision takes notice of the side profile of your seatmate, the curve of his nose and the slight pout of his upper lip sparking interest in you as your brain finally connects the dots.
Only slightly moving your head to the side, so your seatmate doesn’t notice you staring, you observe Huang Renjun sitting at your desk. The image in front of you (or beside you, to be precise) surprises you to an extent nothing has ever surprised you before (no, not even the birthday parties Jimin has thrown you have made this effect on you– but that’s probably because she can’t keep a secret and always spoiled the surprise), and once again, there are multiple reasons for your surprise. To list a few, you’d start with the fact that Huang Renjun almost always sat at the same desk with his girlfriend Yunjin– the desk was at the very opposite corner of the room, leaving you to occasionally observe the couple as he landed a hand onto her thigh or let her put her leg into his lap, away from the eyes of the professor– but due to the news that were broken to you just a few minutes prior, maybe this is the only reason that shouldn’t surprise you with the sight of Renjun sitting by your side. Continuing the list, you’d state the fact that the boy looks lifeless– his eyes lost their usual spark and there are dark circles adorning his lower eyelids, the sick look making you feel almost sorry for your classmate. And to finish the list, you’d state the fact that takes you by surprise the most– the one that shocks you to your core, for it’s the reason why you didn’t recognise the boy when you first sat down in the first place. His hair is now bleach blond, and while the look definitely suits him, it’s something different, something new– because for as long as you can remember, not many things changed in Renjun’s appearance over the years, and you’re not so sure if you can consider this as the side effect of his breakup, or if he really just wanted change.
Blinking at the male, as if to make sure that you’re not dreaming, you take notice of the dead strands falling into his eyes, contrasting well with the darkness of his eyes. Once again noting that you’re just a simple woman and Huang Renjun is simply put, a very attractive man, you can’t help but gaze at him with a newly found interest, everything you’ve learned about the male this morning irking you with undeniable curiosity.
The sad and embarrassing reality of it all is, though, that you’re not the only one who gets that weird feeling of someone staring at you in public sometimes, only for that feeling to be true as you turn around and see someone with their eyes burning through your skull; Huang Renjun gets them as well, it seems, as he turns his head to you with his eyebrows furrowed, as if to silently ask you why the hell you’re creepily staring at his side profile in the middle of your Journalism class. The two of you were never close, despite sharing multiple classes over the course of multiple semesters, and so being caught only made you feel more embarrassed as you sharply turn your head towards the front of the classroom– so much for being subtle and nonchalant about it, erasing all the possibility of playing it off in the process– feeling heat creeping up your neck.
This is not how you imagined your morning to go.
Trying hard to pay attention to the class instead, in order to both learn something and also forget about the events happening only a few seconds prior, there’s no use as your brain now decided to replay the moment over and over again, making sure you never forget about it and randomly think of it in the middle of the night 5 years from now, still not moving on from the shame. In the process of trying so hard to focus, you actually do quite the opposite– as if your brain decided to turn off from the essence of humiliation instead to protect you– and before you notice it, the class is over and everyone is scattering out of the classroom with their things and bags hung over their shoulders. At least it’s finally over, you think, when a voice lands into your ear, shaking you out of it.
“We’re doing the project together,” he says, and as you turn around to face the owner of the saccharine voice to inquire him on what the actual fuck he’s even talking about, before you get the chance, the man is already out of the room, leaving you standing in full dumbfoundance.
Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to the class, after all.
Next week, even though you arrive to class earlier than the last, it seems like your designated seat in the corner of the classroom is now your and Renjun’s designated seat in the corner of the classroom, and if you’re being totally honest, this is exactly the thing you did not expect to come up on your Junior year bingo card. Talking over the whole interaction with Jimin right when you got to dorms– alongside with the takeout you ordered in the restaurant that’s at the corner of the street– the both of you stared into your plates with a newly found sense of absolute, utter confusion.
You also had to shamefully text one of the only classmates from your Journalism class whose number you have– Osaki Shotaro, who you had a thing with in Freshman year because you thought he was an exchange student and would go back to Japan after summer, surprising you with his smiley face in the class in your Sophomore year (and this year, once again) as you had to be reminded of making out with him at a party every time your eyes landed on the poor boy– about the assignment. The truth is, you could just ask Renjun when you got into class, but you also wanted to spare yourself the embarrassment of that action. Through your fling from Freshman year, you learned that you have to work in pairs on a magazine of some sort– and while the assignment still wasn’t clear to you, after Shotaro ended the text message with ‘i’m sorry tho, i already have a partner ://’, you didn’t have enough dignity in you to pry him for any more information.
Clearing your throat as you step inside the classroom with an encouraging slap to your bottom coming from your roommate walking along to her usual class at the end of the hall, you walk over to your seat and put your bag onto the ground, silently sitting on the chair next to the corridor– the thing that makes you the most furious about this whole thing– as you prepare for the next lecture. From what you’ve gathered, the assignment was 70% of your final grade, and you really didn’t feel like failing your most favorite subject, especially if it’s something you could see yourself doing in the future. Working on something like this with someone you’ve hardly ever spoken to was a scary feeling, though.
The class starts as soon as the noise of footsteps fills your ears, your professor standing at the very front of the classroom announcing her arrival with a heartfelt smile on her face. Sometimes you wonder if it’s her cheery demeanor that makes you like the class so much, but then again, you’ve always been interested in the topic– her character is just a bonus.
“Hello class,” she greets, full of energy despite it only being 8 in the morning, “I decided that instead of following with the lectures today, I will leave you some space to plan out your final project for the class. It has the weight of 70% of your grade, so it’s kind of important, so make sure you plan it well and come up with something original and interesting. The contents are 25-35 pages and you have until the end of the semester to complete it, so I hope you all put in some effort!”
Nods and hums of understatement are shared along the class, the pairs turning to each other in soft murmurs as some even take out a journal to note down all the things they come up with. You think it’s not a bad idea to at least brainstorm a little, but with how awkward you feel at the moment with your project partner sitting right next to you, you don’t think you can start. And the thing is, Jimin told you you could just pick a different partner– but as you look across the filled classroom, you really don’t think working with anyone else is possible, since you don’t have many friends in this class and everyone seems to be paired up already. Huang Renjun is your only choice, and although it doesn’t fill you with relief, you wonder why he chose you, when in reality, he’s the popular one– he has many different choices to pick from. Maybe he was just too lazy to ask anyone else. Who knows.
Clearing your throat again, you avert your gaze from the front of the classroom and try to sneak a look on your seatmate. The platinum blonde hair neatly styled on his head doesn’t fail to make you shocked again, but you figure you must start to get used to it now, because you can’t keep living with the constant urge to stare at the boy just because he dyed his hair. Waiting for him to look at you or give you any sign of the fact that he’s willing to work on the project, you continue your little staring contest with his side profile– it seems like he’s in the mood to ignore you today, so you gotta bring out the big guns and actually talk to him instead.
“So… how do you want to work on this?” you mumble out, nervously bumping your knee up and down. Human interaction isn’t your favorite thing in the world, mainly because you don’t like things you’re not good at– this includes sports, but mainly volleyball, drawing, knitting and mixing drinks as well– but you’d say with full confidence that making friends and talking to new people is truly the worst thing you could ever imagine.
You notice that your seatmate finally recognised your efforts to spark up a conversation– he rewards you with a shrug of his shoulders as he not only does not look at you, but also decides to lay on the desk instead, closing his eyes as if this was the perfect time for him to catch up on his lost sleep. “Dunno,” he says, “we have plenty of time, let’s not do this right now.”
Blinking a few times at the male, you are once again struck by lightning that is his weird attitude to things. If this was how he behaved with Yunjin, you can’t blame the girl for breaking up with him– everything about the smug look on his face and the fact that he chose to take your favorite seat in the classroom makes your blood boil with annoyance.
“W-what?” you stutter out, still not quite believing your ears.
The man doesn’t reply to you– it’s too much effort, it seems– only making you angrier. Why did he even choose you as his partner if he didn’t want to work on the project in the first place? You’re no stranger to procrastination and leaving work for last minute, and you’re also not really a fan of the feeling of stress creeping up your back whenever you give in to the inevitable action of procrastinating; so if it comes to a project that is quite literally 70% of your grade, you would rather not do everything the week before.
Seeing that you’re getting ignored again, you put on your brave face as you fold your hands on your chest, determined to do something about the issue at hand. “Can’t you just put in some effort, man? I’d rather not do this last minute. I know that you probably don’t give a shit, but I do care about my grades, y’know,” you get out, seeing as the man next to you finally straightens his back and looks at you sharply– as if he has any right to point you with the killing look in this dark eyes– before he squints in mock agony.
“Do you really have to be such a fucking perfectionist?” he snaps at you, taking you by surprise.
This is not how you imagined Huang Renjun to be. Looking at him over the course of the years, more often than not, you always saw the boy with a welcoming smile on his face. Whenever he was around Yunjin, he was all sweet words and gentle touches, erupting laughter whenever he was around his friends. When you were a freshman, somewhere in the back of your brain, you even envied the circle of friends he had around him, daydreaming about fitting in with them when you were lonely at lunch break. That was before you met Jimin at volleyball practice– the extracurricular you lasted in only for a week with the intention of making some friends (at least it worked) – and moved in with her in your second semester when both of your roommates decided to drop out. The girl provided you with undeniable love and care, and while you no longer desired to fit into a circle like Huang Renjun’s, talking to him now makes you feel like a child with crushed dreams.
“I’m sorry?” is all you get out as you stare at him with shock. If you were in a better mood, you would’ve searched through your brain to find a snarky remark to bite back at the boy. It’s too early in the morning and you weren’t prepared for his attitude, though, so you only opt to stare at him as he sighs in what you presume is annoyance– or defeat– as he scatters through his backpack and takes you a notebook, opening it to the first page and clicking his pen he found somewhere in the depths of his bag so he can write with it.
Too taken aback from his sudden change of mind, you wait for him to initiate any other action. You really don’t feel like getting screamed at again, so you chose to play it safe as you watch the man scribble the words Final project at the very top of the paper, underlining it two times and circling it five, the weird ritual making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“25 pages. We split half and half, so you can come up with whatever you want. We can do the design together and I really couldn’t give less shit about who works on the cover, so if you really want to do it, you can. Good?” he says, not once looking at you as he writes the words down on the paper.
“Amazing,” you bite back with irony, shuffling your chair closer to the table so you can take a look at his notes, “the magazine has to have a coherent theme, though, doesn’t it? If we work on the pages by ourselves and just do whatever, as you said, it’s gonna be shit.”
You chose to accommodate yourself to the pattern of his speech– a habit you always do with new people, but in this situation, what feels the most safe. Seeing the man sigh again, twirling the ballpoint pen in between his fingers, he shrugs at your point and offers you a half-assed solution.
“We can figure that out later.”
Biting back a chuckle at his comment, it’s now your turn to sigh. Why was he being so difficult? Is it really that hard to make an effort on something important, especially when he was the one who said he wanted to work with you in the first place? Shaking your head in disbelief at his actions, you lean back in your chair and take out your own notebook, set on the decision of brainstorming as much as you can, hopefully coming out with some solid ideas you could incorporate in the magazine.
You have no idea what direction Renjun would go with. You don’t know anything about his interests or hobbies, and you surely don’t know what would inspire him or what he would want to write about. And with his new change of persona, you find him even more unreadable than he’s been in the past– and you can’t say you like the way he treats you right now. It seems like his sudden metamorphosis managed to change his brain synapses as well, because this is not the idea of Huang Renjun that you knew until now.
Chewing on the end of your pencil, you take a glimpse of your seatmate. He is messily scribbling something down onto his paper, seemingly realizing that the sooner you start working on this, the better, and with how full his paper seems to be, you wonder if this project won’t be that hard to complete after all.
“We’re doing the cover together,” you mumble out, seeing as the boy tears his eyes off his paper, glaring at you instead.
Almost expecting him to snap at you again, awaiting his suggestion that you will be the one doing all the work, you’re left with an answer that satisfies you with yet another surprise. “If you really insist…”
“Are you really sure you want to do this right now?” Jimin asks you as you put on your shoes at the door, slinging your backpack containing not only your laptop and notebooks, but also snacks just in case you get hungry. Looking at her through the hair falling into your face that you efficiently get out of the way with a poof of breath coming out of your mouth, you chuckle at her distress. The girl’s been watching you get ready for the last 15 minutes, with her robe on and bowl of guacamole in her right palm, eating up on the tortilla chips every once in a while as she squints at you with disbelief.
“Yeah, why not?” you shrug. “If he’s initiating this, I don’t see a problem. Besides, I think that if I don’t take every chance I get, I’ll end up working on the project alone, and I really don’t like that idea.”
Humming in agreement for the first time since you told your roommate that Renjun texted you if you wanted to work on the project today, Jimin motions to the phone sitting at the entryway table next to the front door. “Well, just make sure to text me if anything goes wrong and I’ll come pick you up,” she suggests, making you giggle at her noticeable worry.
“Okay, mum,” you shake your head in disbelief, finally slugging the backpack over your shoulder and walking out of the door of your apartment.
The truth is, you can’t really blame Jimin for her over-protective behavior. Ever since you retold her everything that happened that one time in Journalism class, she’s been wary of Huang Renjun. You would agree with all of her arguments of how much of a dick he is when acting like that, but you also don’t really think you have to put more energy into hating him at this moment, since it won’t really help you with your assignment and you don’t have any other choice. You are stuck with a grumpy project partner and that’s how the rest of your semester will go– you just have to learn how to live with his annoying remarks and snarky comments at whatever you say. Who knows, he may be in his ‘hating all women’ era, considering the breakup and all…
You can’t say you weren’t surprised when he added you on Instagram and messaged you about the project this afternoon, though. Considering that you were always the one initiating the talks about the final assignment over the course of the last few weeks, you weren’t expecting him to finally be the one reaching out. You would be stupid to not take him up on the offer, since you don’t know if it will happen ever again– who knows, he might have accidentally smashed his head into something and get a sudden revelation that is only a one time type of situation– and that’s exactly why you responded to him almost immediately (to which you admittedly, got a bit of an ick from yourself) and agreed to meet him at 6 in his apartment.
You were pleasantly surprised to learn that his place was only a 15 minute walk away from yours when he texted you the address, and after a few more minutes of scrolling through his Instagram that was private– and therefore hidden away from your eyes until now– you set yourself on the difficult journey.
Upon arriving at the apartment building, ringing the door bell and texting him to let you in just in case, so he knows it’s you, you start to feel a bit nervous, though. The truth is, you don’t really know what you’re getting yourself into as you walk into the elevator and press the button that takes you to the fourth floor– as he texted you the moment the door to the complex opened– and you think it’s safe to imagine you could be running out of that apartment at any given moment. Maybe Jimin was right and you should’ve taken at least some self-defense tools with you. You never know these days.
Once the elevator door opens and you step outside of the small space, you get prepared to take out your phone again to text him and ask which door leads to his apartment– the right or left– when you’re surprised with the sight of Huang Renjun already waiting for you in the doorway, loose sweatpants, messy hair and all, expecting your arrival.
Clearing your throat, you tightly smile at the male. “Hello.”
“Hi,” is all he responds as he moves away from the door and disappears into the apartment, seemingly thinking you're going to follow him and get inside, no questions asked. You expected at least an invitation to his premises, even a wave of his hand would be nice, you think, but you guess you can’t really have expectations that high when it comes to men– especially if the man in question is the insufferable Huang Renjun.
Taking your shoes off at the entrance– because even though your host doesn’t have good manners, you still do– the figure of Huang Renjun suddenly appears in the doorway of one of the rooms, watching you put the sneakers into a corner that seems to be designated for footwear. Looking up at him with expecting eyes, he finally breaks the awkward silence as he takes a step inside one of the rooms, calling you to go after him.
“We can work here, I guess,” he mumbles, leading you into what you presume is a living room connected to a kitchen– the place is not that big, but you are a broke university student too, so you don’t have it in you to judge. The place is surprisingly clean and adorned with multiple plants all around the corners of the room and windowsills, the only thing out of place being some dishes at the kitchen counter, waiting to be either used or put away, since they look washed. There’s a sofa in the shape of an L in the middle of it all, a TV sitting right opposite of it on a small TV stand, and when you notice an opened laptop on the coffee table, you presume that this is your work station for the day. You half expected him to invite you to his bedroom, but you guess that you can’t really complain– this feels much less awkward anyway.
Nodding at his words, you move to the sofa and rest your backpack against the foot of it. Taking out your laptop as well, you sit crossed-legged at the soft cushions as you watch Renjun walk over to the kitchen side of the room, opening up a cupboard and taking out two glasses, bringing them to the crowded coffee table alongside with a bottle of soda. You think this is his way of welcoming you in as your guest, but you don’t have it in yourself to thank him– he’s the one being silent all the time anyway. You won’t put effort unless he does.
The boy silently takes a seat opposite of you, but chooses the carpeted floor instead of the sofa– a sight that almost makes you chuckle in amusement when he struggles to fold his legs in the small space– sighing and bringing the laptop closer to himself, rubbing a palm across his face in presumed tiredness.
“Did you work on the ideas for the articles?” you ask, voice low, as if you were afraid to speak first, now that you’re in his space. “If they’re too different from mine, we can make like… sections… in the magazine… or something like that. But I think it would be easier if they correlated, you know.”
Renjun hums, not giving you many words this time either. He’s always difficult to work with, but today, it irritates you twice as much– maybe because you’ve gone out of your way to meet him at his apartment, when it was all his idea to work on the project today in the first place. Sighing in disappointment, the boy takes it as a hint that you expect more of him than tired hums and silent nods, and so he opens his mouth to speak, soft voice echoing through the silent apartment.
“I did,” he says, “don’t really know what you’re going for, but I have a short list.”
Satisfied with his answer, you nod. “Can I see it?”
Shrugging, he looks around for a while, eyes searching through the place as he finally finds the paper peeking out from the bottom of the coffee table– so much for the seemingly clean space– and offers the A4 format to you, scribbles in blue ink almost unreadable as you squint onto them, bringing them closer to your face. Once your eyes finally get adjusted to his handwriting, you manage to decipher a few of the words he’s written down; some of his ideas are neatly described, yet, some of them are just a simple word that barely gives you any idea of what he truly meant to say.
The difference between more thought-out ideas like ‘Karaoke songs (history, questionnaire of favorites across the campus…)’, ‘The importance of art in education’, ‘How to really use wikipedia’ and simple words like ‘campus’, ‘festivals’ and ‘soccer(?)’ almost makes you laugh out loud, but you note that the boy actually took the time of his day to work on the project like he promised you he would the last time you spoke about it in class, so you can’t really say anything mean to him, for you truly think it would hurt his pride. Nodding as you finish reading over the list, you offer the paper back to him, noticing him watching you with eyes full of undeniable expectancy.
“Satisfied?” he asks, irony seeping through his voice.
Rolling your eyes at him– because of course he has to be annoying about everything– you choose to not play by his rules, opting to nod instead and let the tiniest bit of irritation show only through your ironic smile as you reply to him. “Very, actually.”
Seeing as he’s satisfied with himself, you choose to continue to lead this meeting with the same energy as to this moment. You think it’s the safest choice, and it’s also what he seems to be comfortable with, so you don’t beat around the bush and speak up again. “I think it won’t be that hard to combine our lists, since our ideas aren’t that different,” you note, cringing at the suggestion that you and the man in front of you actually kind of think alike, “but I think it would be nice if we chose a few topics and wrote about them together. I bet the professor would like to see some articles written by the both of us, so it shows that we actually worked on it together, don’t you think?”
“Not really,” he mumbles under his breath, taking you off guard. See, maybe you got ahead of yourself when you thought that this afternoon might go by smoothly– you forgot for a moment that Huang Renjun enjoys the idea of being a total ass to the people around him (or you, at least) these days. Huffing at his response, you furrow your brows in disbelief.
“Why not?”
“Just… don’t wanna,” he answers shortly, shrugging in nonchalance.
The sight of him in front of you, not even sharing eye contact as he points his gaze towards his laptop, makes your blood boil. What does he even think of himself? You were starting to think that Jimin was right– you should’ve rethought this interaction over and spared yourself the trouble, because this was surely not going anywhere.
“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you were clearly the one that told me we were project partners, so I don’t know why you’re being so difficult about this-” you huff, but are instantly cut off by your partner.
“I’m being difficult?”
“Yes,” you jump in, “yes you are! And I don’t get why you even invited me over to work on this, when you clearly don’t have the slightest intention to do so in the first place!” you complete, almost ready to stand up from your place on the light-brown sofa and storm out of his apartment.
He chuckles at your outburst, rolling his eyes. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not in the mood to work on a stupid project after arguing the whole day on the phone with my cheating ex-girlfriend,” he mutters.
The moment those words come out of his mouth, it seems like the already silent apartment gets even quieter. Staring at him in dumbfoundance, the spark that ignited the anger in you suddenly dies out as you ponder on your next actions. Because what does one do when your project partner suddenly overshares possibly one of the most traumatic and heartbreaking facts about himself so casually, in between snarky comments and a petty argument? Sure, you do feel sorry for him now– because no matter how shitty a person acts to you, nobody deserves to get cheated on– and you suddenly wonder if the whole change of atmosphere in his character isn’t the direct result of this very fact.
You can’t tell him that you’re sorry– because frankly, you know that Huang Renjun doesn’t want your pity. He doesn’t want to hear that you feel sorry for him and what happened, because you’re not friends and you’re not close enough for you to express such feelings towards him. A question arises in the very same essence, though, making you wonder why he even chose to share this information with you in the heat of the moment in the first place, and even though you could excuse his lack of motivation to work on the project by this fact, it still doesn’t change the reality that he was the one initiating the whole thing, and suddenly, you feel confused.
He invited you over to work on a project, even though his mood was shitty and he didn’t have the motivation to do so. One would find that ridiculous, but if you really look past the sharp eyes and the bleached mess on his head, you could see the true intention behind his actions– the poor boy just wanted a distraction. And with how empty his apartment seems to be right now– his roommate, Donghyuck (a person that Jimin shares a Finance class with, as you learned this very afternoon) is nowhere to be seen– you only bet you were the last option he had instead of wallowing himself in pity and terror.
Jimin would argue that you’re stupid for your next actions– you would even agree, because this truly doesn’t feel like you– but still, despite going against yourself in a way, you close the laptop sitting in your lap and reach over to the soda he placed in the middle of the coffee table, pouring yourself a glass. You don’t leave his apartment like you fantasized of doing just a few minutes ago; instead, after downing the sickeningly sweet liquid, the bubbles hurting your throat, you rest your back against the sofa and watch the boy in a new light.
“Okay, let’s not work on the assignment, then,” you calmly say, “wanna watch something on Netflix instead?” you ask, seeing him staring at you with confusion in his expression.
“I don’t-”
“It’s okay if you don’t have it, I can log in with my roommate’s account. She’s probably watching Single’s Inferno right now, but I’ll text her to find something better to do instead,” you don’t let him finish his sentence– because you already know that he’d try to protest to your suggestion– shrugging in nonchalance as you reach over to the TV remote you find sandwiched between the sofa cushions.
Turning the TV on, not even sparing a glance to the grumpy-looking boy sitting on the floor opposite of you, the shuffling of clothes and socked-feet on the ground lands into your ears, a figure taking the remote out of your hand when you can’t figure out how the TV works, a low mumble full of fake offendance masking the shameful, yet clear gratitude in his voice.
You don’t miss it as you look over at him with a tight-lipped smile, though, seeing the Netflix app suddenly come up on the TV, his shoulders relaxing as he settles into the cushions of the sickeningly colored sofa.
“Of course I have Netflix, what do you think I am, poor?” he grunts.
…and the old Renjun is back.
Arriving at class the next week, you’re finally met with less nervousness than the last few times. After interacting with Huang Renjun more and seeing him break his stone-cold demeanor in front of you as you two watched Netflix– he even made popcorn after the second episode of Unsolved mysteries you decided to watch when you saw the show in his ‘continue watching’ list and gushed about how it’s your favorite (to which he told you that you’re weird, but he’s the one binge watching it too, so you really don’t know why you’re the problem and he's not). Thankfully he doesn’t seem as smug and insufferable as he did before. It’s not like you’re suddenly best friends or anything, but you can feel the ice between you melting with every word he sends your way that isn’t laced with irony– not that there's many of them, since Huang Renjun loves his sarcasm– but it’s progress in your book.
Walking over to your usual seat in the classroom, making your backpack fall to the ground next to your desk with a soft thud, you sit at the chair and take out your things for the class when you notice something standing in the way of your notebook and pencil case in the middle of the table.
Furrowing your brows in confusion, you move the cup of coffee out of your way, closer to your seatmate’s side. Sighing, you mumble under your breath. “Don’t you have enough space for your things on your side of the table?”
“That’s yours,” he deadpans. Gaze switching between the cup of iced americano from the coffee shop at the corner of the campus (you know it by the plastic cup with their logo on it– it's too tacky for your liking and you even gushed about it to Jimin the day the café opened) and the blonde boy next to you, confusion doesn’t seem to leave your insides as you let out an unfocused hum, showing him that you’re still not following.
“Do you not like coffee or something?” he hisses, seemingly annoyed at your expression. If you saw yourself in the mirror, maybe you’d understand his frustration– your brows are furrowed and there's a crease in the middle of your forehead from how hard you're racking your brain to come up with answers– but now, you’re just in utter disbelief. Maybe you are a little slow– it’s only 8 in the morning, to your defense– but you really don’t remember bringing coffee to school today. Especially not an iced americano– you don’t like the bitter taste, opting to choose a sweeter drink like a caramel macchiato or the infamous pink drink that Jimin teased you for the last time you got it. So how did this strange cup of coffee end up on your table?
Looking around the space, noticing another half-empty cup of coffee on Renjun’s side of the table, the label on the plastic the same as the cup that was waiting on your side, you finally connect the dots. “Did you get that for me?”
“Yeah,” he nods, not even looking at you as he agrees, taking another sip of his coffee instead.
Now, you do finally know where the strange cup of coffee came from. Why did Renjun buy you coffee in the first place, though, is still a mystery to you, but you guess with how he’s avoiding your gaze, eyes glued to the white board and an uninterested expression sitting on his face, you think it’s better to not ask him any other follow-up questions. He did something nice for you, and with how your thoughts and rationalization are the only clues you can use in figuring out the reason behind it, you wonder if this was his way of apologizing for being rude to you and thanking you for hanging out with him last week.
“Thanks,” you mumble out instead, smiling at his humming figure that barely acknowledges your spoken gratitude. Taking a sip of the drink, while trying really, really hard not to scowl at the bitter taste, you shift your focus on the class instead, taking notes from time to time. Drinking the coffee as if it was a disgustingly tasting medicine your mother forced you to take when you were little– you hated the taste, but had to get through it anyway– you eventually finish your iced americano somewhere in the middle of the lecture. You feel kind of proud of your acting skills, but there’s also an annoying voice somewhere in the back of your head asking you why you even forced yourself to get through that drink anyway and why is it that you didn’t want to hurt Renjun’s feelings by refusing it in the first place.
But like anyone in your position would, you shush that voice out of your head.
“Did you finish watching the whole season last week?” you ask instead, suddenly interested in having a conversation with him. After you told Jimin about how your weird hang-out with Renjun went, she practically scolded you for not going home right after he let out the first snarky comment out of his mouth. And maybe she’s right and the whole thing you’re trying to do– but what are you even trying to do in the first place? – makes you seem like you’re out of your mind, but at the end of the day, you did finally progress in watching the TV show after putting it on hold for multiple months because your dear roommate wouldn’t stop begging you to watch all of the seasons of Too hot to handle with you instead, so it’s a win in your book.
“I didn’t,” he replies, his voice quiet enough only for you to hear, not interrupting the rest of the class, “Hyuck, my roommate, didn’t come home until like 11pm and I got too creeped out to watch it alone after you left,” he completes, his face completely serious as he utters out the laughable words.
Chuckling at his response, you see him crack a smile from the corner of your eye. The sight is a rather pleasant one, for you think you've forgotten how it looks in what seems like ages since the obvious breakup with his girlfriend happened, the reminder of his squinted eyes and full cheeks making you feel accomplished, in a way. “Didn’t think you were the type to get scared so easily,” you tease him.
“Not scared,” he huffs out, offended, “just creeped out. That’s different.”
“Did you wait for your roommate because you were too scared to go to sleep?” you test the waters with more teasing, your tone light and playful.
“No, I waited for him because the last time he got home late and I was asleep, he came home drunk and broke down the door to his room and we had to get it replaced,” he announces, making you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand as you almost burst out into a loud giggle.
“You know what? Yeah. Valid.”
Your conversation falls silent after that, and it makes your spirit fall for a split second. You don’t even know why you wanted it to continue– you don’t know your seatmate, and frankly, you shouldn’t have the desire to do so in the first place. But the sudden act of service thrown your way, although the coffee was disgusting and he could’ve presented the gift to you in a different, more welcoming way, made you get your hopes up– about what exactly, though?
Jimin always told you that desperately wanting to be everyone’s friend (despite being socially awkward and kind of nervous around new people), is one of your best and worst qualities at the same time. Best, because it means that you’re nice to people– worst, because you’re nice even to people that don’t deserve your kindness; and you also get too disappointed when people don’t share the same enthusiasm with you. Maybe some friendships are meant to keep at surface level, and if this was the type of relationship you and your project partner are about to have, you’re going to have to let go of that annoying voice in your head that keeps telling you to get deeper than that level.
“Why did you dye your hair, by the way?” you ask him nonetheless, after a few heartbeats of silence, curiosity getting the best of you. The moment this question leaves your mouth, you regret it– thinking you somehow could’ve made the boy uncomfortable, your words annoying to his ears– but instead of rolling his eyes at you or telling you to shut up, he replies instead. The reaction surprises you– he really conditioned you to think that every question of yours is going to be met with spite and tantrum, didn't he?
“Dunno,” he says, shrugging, “they say blondes have more fun, so I think it’s only natural to go blonde when you’re sad. To cancel it out, or something,” he snickers as he looks at you, realizing the implication of his words makes the whole statement kind of embarrassing, his tight-lipped smile being the proof of his internal battle not to cringe at his explanation.
You understand, humming in acknowledgment. You’re just a simple woman, after all– you very well understand the urge to change your hair after a breakup. While it is a visible proof of his mental breakdown, you guess you can’t really blame him for trying to feel like there are things that are under his control; even if it’s just the color of his hair.
Walking along Renjun, the atmosphere is thick and a little awkward. Your bag is heavy on your back and you’re slowly starting to feel a bit of an ugly sting in your bones from it; you mourn the fact that you decided to ask Renjun to walk there with you instead of having to take the bus by yourself, too afraid of getting the address wrong and getting lost along the way. You’d love any kind of transport instead of your own two legs right now, since the walk seems to be never ending and you’re pretty certain that the backs of your feet have calluses from wearing your new shoes that you got from a clearance sale from the Nike store at the corner of the town.
Clearing your throat, you decide to spark up a conversation. It seems like you always have to be the one to initiate things when it comes to Renjun– it’s kind of ironic, though, when you think of the fact that he was the one that made you be his project partner in the first place.“Why did you wanna do the article about the shelter? I didn’t know you were an animal person,” you hum, testing the waters with a casual question.
Looking up at you, furrowing his brows, the man offers you an indifferent shrug. “My friend Taeyong works there and he wanted to advertise the shelter a little, so I offered to take pictures for his Facebook page in exchange for me writing the article about it,” he mumbles, “he thinks that would give the shelter more exposure too, but I doubt it. Nobody’s gonna read our fake magazine anyway, it’s just an assignment…”
Humming, you kick the rocks on the pavement, a tight-lipped smile appearing on your face. Huang Renjun must do a lot for his friends, you think. You remember him taking pictures for his friend Xiaoting once– she’s an influencer (a model, if you want) and well known around the campus. When you saw his instagram username in one of the picture descriptions one day, you were surprised at the quality of those shoots (and it also led you to stalking his instagram for a bit, but that’s not the main point of this conversation). You also remember seeing him with his friends Shotaro and Yangyang in a team when it was your school’s annual Sports day (you’d argue that you’re not high schoolers anymore and this day is useless, but your classmates seem to think otherwise) trying his best, despite not really liking sports in the first place– or so you heard and seen from how badly he did in most disciplines except from running– and if that’s not a sign of him doing everything he could just to make his friends happy, you don’t know what is. So to see him doing an article about the animal shelter Taeyong works at, despite being more of a plant person himself, you’re not as surprised as you thought you’d be. He does show affection to his friends, after all– you’re just not one of them to see that side of him often.
Walking some more, you eventually end up in front of a big building painted a light tangerine color, windows decorated with pretty curtains on full display to you. Renjun chimes in like a regular, crossing multiple halls and taking sharp turns before you’re met with the image of a taller man with dark brown hair putting small, pastel colored collars on necks of a few little creatures running around the room, despair clearly written on his face.
“No! Don’t run away, oh god-”
Chuckling at the view of yet another kitten running away from his hands, you admire the fluffy little cats crawling all around the place, your heart quickly softening at the sight of them. It’s been a while since you were around animals yourself– the dog you had back home died the summer before the semester started and you weren’t really in the mood to get a new one, since you weren’t going to be around much anyway.
When yet another kitten escapes the man’s hold, you find yourself watching Renjun as he crouches to the floor and swiftly takes one into his hands, walking closer to the man with collars in his hands, grinning to himself. “Here you go.”
“Man, the cats hate me… where did you two get here?” he shakes his head in disbelief, putting a collar onto the small cat before he pets it on its tiny head.
“Just a minute ago,” Renjun says, “is that one Poppy?” he asks, reading the name tag dangling from the little band around its head, affection filling his words.
“Now it is. I got confused when they all started running around,” he shrugs, sighing as he looks around the room, counting the last few kittens that needed their collars. His eyes soon land on you, a welcoming smile spreading on his boxy lips. “Hey! I’m Taeyong. You must be Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you,” you smile, trying to make yourself seem as nice as possible. You don’t know what Renjun told him about you, but if they were bad things, you only hope to undeceive the man with your warm attitude.
Renjun then puts the kitten down, and while you’d expect it to run away from him and join its siblings in the corner of the room, the creature does quite the opposite– it stays by his side and lays on the ground close to him, making even Taeyong himself gasp at the image. “Wow,” he snickers, “you should start coming here every time I need to put these on them, you’re like a cat whisperer.”
While the two of them chat, you stay a little behind, not really wanting to intrude. You take off the heavy bag and take out your camera, deciding to take a few pictures of the shelter instead, so you can say you worked on the interview with him. You think it’s expected of you, since he asked you to come along despite being absolutely fully capable of doing the interview with his friend alone, so you do your work and zoom in on the two of them talking, snapping a few quick pictures.
After a while, you take a seat on the ground– being the infamous enjoyer of sitting on the hard surface of it, earning yourself a lot of scolding screams from your mother growing up– and fully take in the interior. The walls are the same light tangerine color as the outside ones, and there’s a little enclosure in the corner of the room that would surely make Taeyong’s job much easier if only he had used it. There are bags of cat food in the other corner of the room, and while the shelter doesn’t look very modern or fancy, you think it’s kinda homey and welcoming. You bet kids would love it here– with the colorful atmosphere and the smiley worker running around catching kittens, and after a while of taking pictures of everything your eyes land on, you find your inner child healing, little by little.
The truth is, you always wanted a cat. But you were never able to get one, because your mother hates them. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you petted strays on the street and begged her to take them home, you never won this battle– so you had to settle on a dog. And don’t get me wrong, you loved your dog, but at the end of the day, you knew you were more of a cat person anyway.
Reaching forward a little, noticing the kitten waddling your way, you think of petting it– it quickly jumps out of your reach, though, too scared of your touch, and you’re left frowning, the bubble bursts at the rejection from the small ball of fluffiness.
“Taeyong?” you hear a voice of a woman call from the door, the man swiftly turning to her with brows raised in question. “They need your help with the big dogs. They keep dragging Yeri on the leash and she’s too weak to get them to their cages.”
“Oh,” the man deadpans, scratching his neck for a bit before he turns to Renjun again, escaping the room in one swift motion, “I’ll be right back!”
The room falls silent after that, no longer having the background noise of their conversation playing as you observe the animals. You feel the atmosphere growing thicker again, and as time passes by, you find yourself taking short glances at your project partner, wondering what’s on his mind. One moment, he’s crouching down and petting the cats that come his way, the other, he is gazing out of the window with a soft frown that takes over his features like a dark shadow, and you wonder when this expression really settled into his face and made itself the default, and why is it not willing to leave. Not really knowing what to say or what to do to make the boy that’s still so out of your reach feel any better, you opt for silence, even though it does get quite heavy and thick over time– and the truth is, you don’t even know why you notice yourself feeling this way so often around him, when all he’s done was give you the cold shoulder so often and then offer you an iced americano you don’t even like in the first place.
Minutes pass and the silence slowly makes your ears ring; you desperately try to find a good solution in your brain– create a script where hanging out with Renjun is easier and less nerve-wrecking– but still, there’s nothing and you’re left with the awkwardness and hesitance. Sighing when another kitten escapes your grasp, you put your hands into your lap and give up on the task, settling on just watching them instead– there was no use in you trying to pet one when all it wanted to do was run away from you.
Watching the group of fluff jumping at each other and sleeping all around the room, your focus only shifts when there’s a kitten suddenly thrusted into your point of view, its big blue eyes staring you down making you awe. You wonder how it got there in a moment of full stupidity before you look up and see your project partner, the cat magnet himself, holding the cat up to you, waiting for you to take it into your hold and pet it. Gazing at him with mouth agape in confusion, he slowly puts the cat into your lap, petting the creature when it settles, and takes a seat opposite of you all in the span of a few seconds, the action making you smile uncontrollably.
“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” he mumbles, watching as you pet the kitten in your lap, cooing at the soft fur. There’s a hint of you that desperately wants to adopt it once you finally pet the small cat, but you know that it wouldn’t be a smart idea– animals are banned at dorms and you don’t think you’d have enough energy to take care of another living creature right now anyways.
“They are,” you hum, “I always wanted one.”
“Why didn’t you get one, then?”
“My mum doesn’t like them very much,” you mumble, pouting at the small creature in your hold, as if to apologize for the words coming out of your mouth.
He hums in acknowledgement, picking up another kitten that waddles his way, putting it up on his thigh– his body now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Watching as the animal crawls up his body and tickles him with its claws, soft laughter erupts out of him, making you smile unconsciously at the boy.
“I’m not really into animals that much,” he says, further proving your earlier claims. See– in some ways, Renjun is easy to read. Just by looking at him, you could tell he’s not a fan of sweet beverages; you can tell he enjoys black coffee– just like the one he brought you that day– and herbal teas, perfectly matching the image of him in your head that’s surrounded by plants rather than animals, just the bit of greenery you saw around the kitchen very clearly still alive and thriving making you believe you are correct in this assumption as well. One can say a lot about a person by the way they dress, and with Renjun’s casual, yet cozy attire, you can tell he dresses for himself, choosing comfort over style, but still looking effortlessly put together at the same time. You would never strike him as someone that makes spontaneous decisions, rather being more focused on a plan, so to see him dye his hair so randomly is a sign of the fact that there’s something crumbling inside of him– a sense of security, maybe a feeling of stableness– that he tries so hard to grasp.
“They are into you, though,” you giggle when the kitten purrs at his touch, pointing at the cross-eyed creature.
“What can I say,” he shrugs, “I guess I’m that irresistible.”
There aren’t many opportunities for you to laugh at his jokes. Mainly because he doesn’t make many, but also because you always notice them being self-deprecating, and you don’t want to support that idea in his head. At this one, though, you send him a soft chuckle and a roll your eyes, showing how you seemingly think the idea is ridiculous and his joke is corny, but deep inside knowing that you resonate with his words.
In a moment of selfishness– an indulgence you try to mask by the fact that you came here because of the assignment and this was your job in the first place– you take your camera and snap a picture of the boy in front of you, his hands holding the small kitten up in air and snickering when he sees you pointing the lens to him in order to capture him playing with the creature. You don’t know what it is that makes your heart warm up at the image that comes up on the screen shortly after, but you figure that’s a problem of future you and there’s no use in pondering about it now.
You don’t know how many minutes pass with just the two of you playing with the kittens, but when Renjun takes his phone out of his pocket and checks the time, you furrow your brows before he hums. “He’s taking so much time,” he says, sighing.
All while playing with the fuzzy small balls, you didn’t even notice the time passing by so quickly. You don’t know how much time it’s been, but you assume it could be more than 35 minutes of the two of you left alone in the room, Taeyong seemingly too overwhelmed with the shelter responsibilities.
“Maybe we should go,” he offers, catching you off guard.
“Oh,” you hum, “well, maybe. But you haven’t even done an interview with him yet,” you mumble, your hands lost in the soft fur of the kitten still laying in your lap.
“I can just send him the questions to his email. Perhaps, I’m sure you’ve taken more than enough pictures of the kittens for his Facebook page,” he snickers, shrugging, “I don’t see why we should be staying here if he’s busy, we’re only putting more work on him.”
“I- I mean…” you mumble, trailing off at the end. You don’t really wanna say goodbye to the kittens, the healing in your heart not quite done yet, when the boy next to you laughs at what you presume is your emotions showing clearly on your face.
“Unless you wanna play with them more, of course. We can stay a little longer, then.”
The autumn season slowly fades into winter, time passing by quicker than you could even grasp. The shock and surprise of having to work on the lengthy project with Renjun morphs into a feeling of ordinarity, getting used to his mood slowly shifting from reserved and irritated to a one more pleasant, full of hesitant smiles and soft words when he notices you feeling down or disappointed with yourself, and a one more close to a brother-like teasing when he watches you arrive to his apartment to work on things. One would say you hit it off, your energies matching as you slowly get to know the boy, but still, there’s a hint of something inside of you that makes you grow nervous around him whenever he is too close to your figure, your body falling limp and your brain working on overdrive. You wonder if it’s the sheer fact of simply not being fully used to his presence; while Jimin says you’re down bad for the man. She’s wrong– or at least you’re convinced that she is– and that’s why you simply think the uncertain feeling of uneasiness that settles in your bones sometimes is the effect of the fact that you never truly know what to expect when you arrive at Renjun’s place.
Some days, when you arrive, there’s a mess waiting for you in the living room, where you usually work on the project with Renjun. There are pots and pans with dried food everywhere and your partner’s hands are foaming with washing liquid when he opens the door for you, and you giggle at the sight. Other days, the apartment is full of people you don’t know and Renjun has to throw them out with a scream saying that the group was supposed to leave two hours ago, and when you come on weekends, he lets you in wearing sweatpants and bed hair, as if he spent the whole day in his sheets. Dare you say, this is your favorite version of him– his eyes are half-lidded and he moves slowly, even his remarks aren’t as harsh as they tend to get. Jimin once argued and told you that you two don’t even need to meet that often for the sake of the project– and on a weekend as well– but you’d say it adds to the value of the magazine if you two can get opinions out of each other and review each other’s writing in real time.
Some days, his roommate is home, and that’s when you join Renjun in his room so you two get a bit of privacy (not that you’re doing anything that requires privacy. His roommate Donghyuck is just very nosy and he keeps asking you questions you don’t have the time and energy to answer).
Today is one of these days, with his energetic roommate roaming the halls of the apartment, but this time, you two don’t hide away in the comfort of Renjun’s small, yet very organized room. Sitting in the living room of his and Hyuck’s shared apartment, your bottom meeting the carpeted floor instead of the cushions of their couch, your laptop screen darkening when you don’t work on the device for some time and it puts itself to sleep mode. The reason for said action is your attention being somewhere completely else– on Donghyuck’s figure trailing in and out of the room, each time wearing a different outfit than before.
“What about this one, Y/N? Do I look good?” he asks, posing like a model that didn’t pass an audition in any modeling agency, their dream of flashing a smile on the title pages of Vogue fading out of their sight.
You burst out laughing at the weird combination. You don’t remember Donghyuck ever being bad at fashion from the few times you've met him before he left their apartment to attend a party or go to class– you’re quite certain that his habit to always tuck in his shirts into his skinny jeans, the stylistic choice showcasing his long legs making not one, but many girls, boys and others salivate over him. But when seeing him in a tragic combination of cowboy boots and a cow-print shirt, you can’t help but giggle.
“Hyuck, now you’re just taking the shit. That��s your Halloween costume from last year,” the boy next to you on the ground whines, running his hands through his hair in despair.
“Okay, but what if I really want to wear it?” he asks all innocent, his roommate now faking a cry in response, “besides, I was asking Y/N, so you shut your mouth.”
“I think it’s great,” you nod, wiping the corner of your eyes from the stray tears that fall off from the laughter you’ve been doing at the interaction. Your assignment was long forgotten the first moment Donghyuck decided to pay you a visit in the living room, starting with shitting on his professor for making him study on a weekend (which you argued that he could’ve started with earlier in the week, to which he glared at you and asked if he looks like a nerd), and then proceeding to do everything but study– starting with making a smoothie in the living room– while efficiently making so much noise with the mixer every time Renjun spoke up, annoying the short male– to giving you a make-shift fashion show.
“Do you want me to embarrass myself? See, I wore this to test if you were being genuine, but I see now that you’re on Renjun’s side,” he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief and escaping the living room, making you burst out laughing even more as you hear the door to his room shut with a loud thud.
He’ll come back soon– you’re sure of it.
And you’re right. After Renjun manages to let out a loud noise of despair at the fact that he has to live with someone like Lee Donghyuck– not only now, he complains about it every other day, when the latter drags him to parties only for him to be the designated driver for the night and get him home safely, or how he makes him pay for dinner he orders for the both of them without asking– the other man joins you in the living room again, now dressed casually in sweatpants and a loose shirt.
“Okay, the fashion show’s over. I think I’ll go with the first outfit, just by the way, because it matches my eyes,” he says, quite seriously, to which Renjun only sighs.
“Hyuck, your eyes are brown.”
“Okay and?”
“That what you wore was– you know what, never mind…” Renjun shakes his head as he stops himself mid-sentence, making you snicker at the mental image of the outfit Donghyuck’s talking about, because frankly, Renjun is right with his frustration. The shirt his roommate wore was blue, and while it didn’t clash in the slightest, it surely didn’t match the brown depth of Donghyuck’s orbs, and that’s what makes the whole thing that much funnier.
Turning your head around to watch Renjun’s roommate moving through the kitchen area, opening up the fridge and pouring himself a glass of milk– you don’t even dare to question him anymore– you ask. “What is the occasion anyway?”
“Jisung’s birthday party,” he mumbles, taking a sip, “you know Park Jisung, right?”
“Never heard of him,” you shake your head, seeing as the man widens his eyes at you with surprise.
“No? Well, you’re gonna get to know him soon, then,” he says, shrugging.
“That sounds like a threat,” you giggle, “what do you even mean?”
To that, Donghyuck shifts his eyes to his roommate sitting next to you on the ground, shrugging. “Well, I assumed you were invited…” he says, grinning to himself.
The man next to you audibly sighs– what is the reason behind his frustration this time, you truly do not know, but with Renjun, there’s always something getting on his nerves. He has a problem with having his anger in control sometimes.
Furrowing your eyebrows at the proposition, you shake your head. “Why would I be invited to Park Jisung’s birthday party?”
“Because it’s quite the event! Park Jisung’s turning into an adult, and to that, he’s throwing a big party, which means friends of friends of friends are invited,” he says, as if it was the most matter-of-fact information you’ve ever heard, “and since you’re a friend of a friend, I’d assume you get a pass.”
Shrugging, you mutter. “Well, I wasn’t invited,” you add, not paying the whole party much thought.
The man squints his eyes at the two of you, eyes drifting from one figure to the other, humming to himself as if he was lost in thought. “Okay, then…” he mysteriously mumbles under his breath before downing the glass and putting it into the sink, completing his visit by exiting the living room.
“Would you come back and wash your dishes after yourself?” Renjun yells into the depths of the apartment, a sneaky remark being thrown his way almost immediately.
“No, thank you!”
And after watching the interaction, you come to the conclusion that if you were living with Lee Donghyuck, you'd turn kind of crazy too. You can’t even blame Renjun anymore. Truth be told, though, you didn’t get much work done that Saturday, and you think his sheer presence might be the reason why.
“What do you think?” you ask, turning your laptop towards Renjun, the two of you currently sitting in the library, working on your project. Originally, you had planned to go to your place– but Jimin texted you last second that she has a guy over, and Renjun said his roommate has a gathering of some sort at his apartment, so you settled on the comfort and silence your university library provides. Not a lot of people are here during this time of the year; the exam season isn’t that close yet and no one’s panicking about last-minute studying, so only a few responsible students are currently scattered across the spacious room on the second floor, working on their essays. You bet they’re humanities students– they always have the most shit to do when it comes to essays. You study Journalism, but your roommate is a Sociology major, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone write as many essays as Jimin in a single semester.
What you’re showing Renjun is an opened Microsoft Publisher document, your shared magazine shining from the blue light of the screen. Renjun sent you his copy of the pages he’s done with the animal shelter interview, and as you were looking at the columns of text and off-centered pictures, the perfectionist in you woke up and forced you to fix the tiny mistakes that didn’t escape your eye.
“It’s different,” he hums, eyebrows furrowing as he examines the two-page spread, resting his head on his hand, plopped up on his elbow, and pushing his rimmed glasses further up his nose bridge. “Did you change anything?”
“I just… played around with it a little,” you mumble, afraid of what he thinks. As far as you know, he could flip out any second and scream at you for doing his work when it was perfectly fine the way he sent it to you– at least the Huang Renjun you met a few weeks ago would certainly do that– and so you don’t think it’s that unexpected of you to be so nervous about his opinion.
“This picture wasn’t here before,” he says, pointing to one of the pictures you neatly slotted into the corner of the page– it was one of your favorites, you must admit with severe embarrassment– with Renjun holding up a baby kitten, looking at it with softened eyes. When you looked at the page spread he sent you the other day, you couldn’t believe he didn’t add that picture. Something about it being your favorite– finding yourself admiring it when you look through the pictures on your camera’s SD card– was enough to make you think it’s surely his favorite as well. It didn’t matter that it didn’t really fit the professional aura the whole spread radiates. For you, the magazine wasn’t complete without including it– think of that what you will.
“It was asymmetrical without it, so I had to add it…” you say, scratching the back of your neck. That’s a partial lie– you could make it work if you moved the pictures around a little bit, but Renjun doesn’t have to know that.
He hums, eyes scanning over the text, shrugging. “It’s nice. As long as you didn’t change the text part, I don’t mind,” he says, relief making your shoulders slouch down, not even noticing how tense you’ve become, “I actually got bored while working on this, so I get that it didn’t really look nice before. Thanks,” he completes, offering you a soft smile as he takes a sip of the black americano sitting on the desk.
“Good,” you nod, shaking off the nervousness from before, “okay.”
Scrolling through the document, moving a few things around, adding better punctuation here and there, the number of pages is still not hitting the criteria for your final grade. That’s okay– you still have a lot of time to complete the magazine and you still have plenty of ideas. To execute them is another thing, but you’re sure you’ll find a way.
“What about your interview?” Renjun suddenly asks, almost making you jump up from the surprise that is created by his voice suddenly cutting through the silence of the library.
“What about it?” you hum, looking at him. His hair is a little tousled– he’s been putting in way less work than you today, laying on the table occasionally when you don’t show him anything on your laptop for a while, acting more as your company than a help. It looks like the coffee on his table is the only thing keeping him awake, and you suddenly feel a little bad for insisting on working on the project even though your initial plans of doing it at your place fell through, because he seems to be exhausted.
“Well, I did the shelter, so you should do something too,” he says, shrugging, “or do something similar, you know… I think it would be nice to have you write about something from a reporter's perspective.”
“Oh,” you nod, “well, I dunno… I had a few ideas, but it’s…”
“Hm?” he motions for you to talk when your voice drifts out, eyes looking at you with patience and genuine interest. The change of demeanor that’s been happening with him lately slightly shocks you, but you welcome the new character in him with open arms. Still, it doesn’t mean you don’t get a little hesitant around him whenever he shows you this side of him– you don’t really know how to react, or what to expect of him anymore. It’s like walking on eggshells, but you can’t say you hate the strange anticipation.
“Well, it’s stupid, but…” you start, seeing him roll his eyes at the beginning of your proposition, “my favorite writer is doing some sort of a fan sign slash q&a thing in the local library next week. She’s coming out with a new book, and I think it would be nice to get an interview with her, but she’s probably very busy and everything, so that won’t work out.”
Looking at Renjun, feeling shy of the sudden revelation of hopes and dreams, you chew on your bottom lip in anticipation. The range of answers he could give you is truly big– he could laugh at you, tell you to go alone, or he could tell you that it’s a stupid idea, a boring one, even, or he could be supportive– the least likely response, you think. Sharing your idea with him makes you a little hesitant again, feeling a little naked in front of him, and you even avert your gaze towards your laptop and aimlessly scroll through the document to avoid his gaze, to seem more nonchalant and not at all bothered by his lack of words, when he gives you a tired hum.
“Well, you could at least do an article about the library, then. To advertise sustainability, and all… And kids these days don’t read much, so I think it’s nice to talk about it,” he says, once again folding over the table and burrowing his face in the space between his folded arms and his chest, half sitting, half laying down on the furniture, “wanna go next week? Maybe we can catch that writer of yours.”
Allowing yourself to look at him, relief once again washing over you at the acceptance, you can’t help but smile at his slurred words of affirmation. “I mean, I’m down…”
Doubting you could get the interview– not even trying to reach out to the writer, already setting yourself up for the expected failure– you make plans to visit the library the said day with Renjun anyway. You’ll get your camera and maybe get some nice shots, maybe ask around for an interview from one of the nice, old librarians instead. It’s not a bad idea, and it fits the vibe of your magazine quite nicely.
Who knows, maybe you could even get your book signed. Doesn’t hurt to try.
You think it was safe to say that you didn’t expect to see a text message pop up on the screen of your phone one afternoon, the black letters shining darkly on the bright screen with a hesitant, yet a little hurried invitation to Park Jisung’s birthday party. The whole interaction you had about it with Renjun and Hyuck was awkward, and so to see getting an invitation for yourself the day of the said event was a shocking concept, leaving you scrambling your things from various places of your apartment and putting them into a handbag before getting dressed for the occasion.
Quickly learning that Lee Donghyuck is a man of his word– meaning that he never lies, especially when it comes to big parties– your mouth hangs open when you arrive to the address Renjun texted you in the afternoon, the big mension-like building full of people you’ve never seen before, leaving you to acknowledge that friends of friends of friends must have been invited to fill up the whole place, since it’s not possible for poor Park Jisung to know everyone at his birthday party. The fact makes you feel less special; the invitation not really making you feel like you were wanted there, the place breaking in its seams making you internalize a thought that you were there just to fill up the blank spaces and Renjun invited you only for the sheer fact of needing a lot of people for his friend’s party. A little disappointed, yet, still kind of amazed at the size of it all, you walk out of Jimin’s car– she offered to drive you there– and hesitantly set your foot to the grass that divides the land from the sidewalk.
Feeling a little lost, turning your head in various directions to try to find anyone you’d know– Huang Renjun being the best alternative, since he was the one who invited you, after all– you start to feel a little out of place when no one pays you any attention and the loud music filling your ears only acts as a distraction that slowly makes you oversaturated with stimulus. Just when you go to take your phone out of your bag to call either Renjun or your roommate to come back to pick you up and drive you to the safety of your apartment, a hand lands on your shoulder and makes you turn around in your tracks, a strange sense of comfort enveloping your insides when you see the short blonde peeking at you from under his carelessly styled bangs, a grin sitting on his face. “You’re here!”
“Yeah. I told you I’d come…?” you mumble, observing Renjun’s sudden enthusiasm at your arrival, letting the man drag you inside of the building.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel all the eyes of the guests on you. While you were a stranger to all of them, you are almost certain the popular Huang Renjun was one of the more known people of the bunch, catching attention of multiple friends of his and also friends of their friends, and suddenly, the feeling of his touch on your wrist as he drags you inside makes your skin burn, your brain almost overheating when you realize this might as well be the first time you’ve had any sort of physical contact with the male. Fixing your gaze on his back, enveloped in an oversized leather jacket, you start to wonder if he’s drunk.
“Do you want anything to drink?” he asks, finally turning back to you when you arrive in the spacious kitchen. You wonder if this house is rented, or if Park Jisung’s one of the wealthy kids in the town. You truly have no knowledge on the man, and when you hesitantly look around the room, trying to sort out what alcohol they have in store– while mentally thinking of what would make you the least hammered, considering your low alcohol tolerance– you feel Renjun’s eyes glued to you, heat inevitably rising to your cheeks. “What’s that in your hand?” he asks, making you jump out of your haze.
“Oh,” you stutter, “I brought a birthday gift for Jisung,” you mumble, seeing Renjun’s glossy eyes blink at you a few times, his lips suddenly twitching up in amusement. In this moment, you think he truly must be drunk, his fingers reaching towards the gift bag in your left hand as he peeks inside, noticing the handwritten card and a box of chocolates you brought to the boy you’ve never seen before. Your project partner cracks up as he puts the bag away to the corner of the room.
“You’re too sweet for this world,” Renjun giggles as he looks back at you, making you widen your eyes in surprise at the affectionate words falling off his tongue.
“Why?”
“Nobody actually expected you to bring a gift, you know,” he says as he walks through the half-empty kitchen, eyes roaming over the solo cups filled with alcohol, “you don’t even know him. Half the people here don’t know him and I’m pretty sure half of his actual friend group didn’t give him anything.”
“Oh,” you blink, suddenly feeling stupid. “Well, I didn’t want to seem rude…” you sheepishly mumble, scratching the back of your neck in hesitance. Maybe you did go a little overboard– nobody can really blame you, though. You’re not a big party goer, and since it’s someone’s birthday, you only assumed it’s socially expected of you to bring a gift. And it’s Renjun’s friend, on top of that– one would say you wanted to give off a good impression, as his plus-one to the party, whatever that means. If you were considered that, to be exact– with the amount of people here, though, you were starting to feel a little lost in the situation.
“See, you’re too sweet,” he says, shrugging, eyes still fixated on the kitchen counter as he seemingly searches for a specific drink. Arm motioning towards one of the red solo cups, he suddenly turns to you and offers you the contents, smiling. “He loves chocolate, though, so that gift’s gonna be his favorite. Well, if it even gets to him in this whole mess… rum and coke?” he asks, and without much thought, you eagerly take the cup from his hand, nodding.
“Thanks,” you say, tasting the alcohol on your tongue. You don’t tell him that rum and coke is your biggest enemy– not because it tastes bad, quite the opposite, actually. You enjoy the mixture too much for you to control yourself sometimes. You can only pray that you don’t get too loose tonight.
The man’s eyes stay strangely glued to your figure as you sip from the cup, and you almost open your mouth to tease him about it– or ask if there’s something on your face, either or– when there’s a chant coming out of one of the rooms outside, incoherent screams slowly forming into one recognisable word– a name, to be exact– the voices calling Park Jisung, tonight’s birthday boy. Renjun’s eyes widen at that, his body moving fast as he tugs you by your hand again, almost spilling your drink in the process, your figure suddenly standing in a living room seemingly bigger than your whole apartment, the sight in front of you making you laugh.
A tall, lanky boy is thrown up in the air by the arms of multiple men– one of which you recognise to be Hyuck– as the whole room chants Jisung's name, the sight a little comedic in your eyes. Rose tint settles on Park Jisung's face as the whistling only gets louder, a few phones with the flash turned on pointed to his face, the moment captured in time. You wonder what the boy did in his life to get this amount of popularity, but you can only imagine that, as one would say, this could very well be a core memory for him. You only turn adult once in your life, and for some reason, the thought of Park Jisung doing so surrounded by his friends that threw him perhaps the biggest birthday party in the history of your university campus, you get a little emotional for him. Maybe Renjun was right with you being too sweet for this world– in this moment, though, you think you’re too soft instead.
After a while, the men get tired of holding up his weight and the boy slowly comes down from the high, the hollering getting more quiet as it turns into the birthday song, making you join in with the singing. The thought of being an outcast, just a random person in the crowd slowly seeps away when you feel included in the moment, worry leaving you as you watch Donghyuck– the biggest hype man of his friends, or so it seems– shake the birthday boy vigorously by his shoulders before he lets go and plants a sloppy kiss to his cheek, which leads to the two of them chasing each other around the crowded place.
Watching the whole scene unfold right in front of your eyes, you find yourself gazing at Renjun from the corner of your eye, the bright grin on his face making your heart squeeze in a weird way. He seems so happy in this moment, dragging you from room to room excitedly as if he was a regular in this place, the joy of celebrating his friend making his flushed face glow in a healthy way. You got used to seeing his face clouded in a shadow; the worried crease in between his eyebrows and the darkness under his eyes regular visitors in his expression, so to see him seep in the ugly orange lights of the luxurious house tugs at your heartstrings in a way you choose to not recognize or name.
“Y/N!” you hear your name screamed from somewhere in the room, making you tear your eyes away from the man standing by your side. Looking at the source of the yell, you find Lee Donghyuck striding towards you with his long legs, the action almost threatening, yet, his face beams in an excited aura.
“Hyuck!”
“You came!” he yells back in the same energy as last time, although his body is now only a few steps away from you, making you giggle. You recognise his outfit to be one of the multiple he showed you back at their apartment before he started acting all silly, the memory making you laugh in fondness.
“I did!” you nod, “I got invited,” you say, voice almost sounding proud of the achievement.
“Yeah, I know,” he says as his eyes drift from you to Renjun, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively before he earns himself a punch to the shoulder from his roommate, a sharp, over-exaggerated scowl escaping his lips at the motion. “Come meet Jisung!” he quickly switches up the topic, dragging you along with himself like a rag doll in an instance. He must be drunk; you think.
You wonder why you keep being dragged around the house– maybe it’s a sign that you’re too weak and should probably start working out more so you can stand your ground. Nonetheless, you follow the man as you look around, as if to apologize to Renjun for leaving him, when you see the blonde following you to the small group in the corner of the living room, recognising them to be the ones holding up Jisung just a few minutes prior.
“Jisung! This is Y/N!” Donghyuck utters out as soon as you get to the small gathering, all eyes suddenly glued to you. You wouldn’t say it made you feel comfortable or even invited– quite the opposite, to be honest– but the man that was addressed cutely turns to you, a shy smile plastered on his face when he greets you.
“Ah! Hello!”
You doubt Park Jisung even knows who you are. You doubt any of these people do– with how they’re looking at you in examination, but you still bite through it as you force a smile on your face. “Happy birthday,” you say to him, earning yourself a bright smile from the recipient.
“Thanks!” he beams. “You’re Renjun hyung’s friend, right?” he asks in response, almost making you choke on your spit in surprise at the fact that the boy knows who you are, which leads you to believe that you were talked about in this circle before.
“Sort of,” you nod, forcing out a giggle.
“Sort of?” the annoyed voice of Huang Renjun himself fills your ears from your right, making you jump up at the proximity of him that you weren’t aware of before, the mock offense on his face making you giggle when you think of the remorse he treated you with when you first met. He looked like he never wanted to speak to you in his life, and now he’s acting offended at you not fully calling him your friend? Yes, you did that to spite him– because if you weren’t friends, you truly don’t know what you were even doing here in the first place– but you still think the whole thing is a little ironic. “You’re at our house at least once a week and we’re not friends in your eyes?”
“Well, that’s only because I have to,” you argue, when the man only shakes his head at you in disbelief.
“Okay, you’re not allowed to eat our snacks when you come over anymore,” he says, shrugging in nonchalance. Laughing, you find yourself looking over the group you’re standing with, the discomfort slowly fading away when you engage in conversation with Renjun. You catch a few names you can’t really place to their respective faces– mainly because Jisung was the only one formally introduced to you– when you notice a girl staring at you in examination, her figure not noticed by you before.
The longer you stare at her, the longer you start to recognise her, and before you let panic overtake you– in all honesty, you don’t even know why you’d panic at this fact– you realize it’s none other than Huh Yunjin, your friend’s ‘cheating ex-girlfriend’ looking at you with something resembling spite in her eyes, her jaw clenched and her look glazing from your outfit to your face, as if mentally scoring you on your attractiveness, judging every detail of your body, all while a tall boy hugs her to his side– whom you presume is her new boyfriend.
He looks nothing like Renjun– he is quite the opposite, if you really think about it– and even though you tear your eyes away from her figure, your brain still screams at you with arguments that you look nothing like her; even though it shouldn’t really matter. You’re not Huang Renjun’s new girlfriend– not even the object of his desire, or the new girl by his side– you’re just his project partner, a classmate he’s grown to calling a friend, but still, you can’t help but notice her radiating beauty, the outshining features on her face and the charismatic aura she radiates– the polar opposite to everything you’d describe yourself as; and the comfort you felt while talking with Renjun’s friends is suddenly swept under the carpet, long forgotten when you still feel her eyes burning through your skull, her gaze making you like an intruder, someone who’s not supposed to be here, someone who doesn’t belong.
And to make things even worse, you suddenly feel Renjun’s hand around your waist, and when your eyes lock with his you swear you see a hint of understatement in them, something that lets you know that he’s aware of his ex girlfriend’s burning stare; his protective side kicking in, yet still making you question the matter even more.
You bet he did it to soothe you. You can even clearly read his intentions in the warm smile he sends you when he squeezes your side, hugging you closer to himself, but the more you’re aware of his burning palm on your flesh, the more uncertain you become, the less engaged in the conversation you get, and the more uncomfortable you feel under the orange lights of the living room.
“Wanna go outside? I’m pretty sure they have a karaoke machine there, if you wanna play,” you feel Renjun whisper into your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin, the hint of vodka in it supporting your earlier claims and that he was at least a little tipsy after all.
Nonetheless, you nod and find him leading you outside, not before you turn around to look at Yunjin for one last time, though, seeing clear jealousy shading her expression; making you wonder if you were invited just because she was too, and if you just fulfilled your designated role for the night.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you ask, looking at your companion as the two of you sit on the stairs outside of the university building, your bags carelessly placed at your feet. It’s getting quite dark out, the winter days still being insanely short even though it’s the middle of February and spring is slowly approaching the town. The two of you had worked on your assignment in the library before Renjun told you that he has to wait for his friends Jeno and Donghyuck to pick him up, since they are meeting up with their friends from high school, their friend group living out of town requiring the two of them to take a drive there.
“Of course not,” Renjun shakes his head, “I offered to drop you off, so why would I mind?”
“What about your friends–”
“If they have anything against it, I’ll make sure to choke them, so don’t worry about that,” Renjun softly laughs at his own joke, trying to ease you. Still, there’s something inside of you that makes the atmosphere heavy and thick, having you crack your knuckles as you sit in silence, chewing on your bottom lip from nerves.
“What’s up? You’ve been acting weird lately,” Renjun hums, looking at you from his place on your left.
You tried hard to mask your hesitance, especially because you think the worries inside of you are stupid, but you can’t help but feel a hint of discomfort whenever you think of Jisung’s birthday party. Sure, you had a great time– his friends were nice to you, Hyuck even dramatically sang a song at the karaoke with you when Renjun got tired, the two of you taking shots together when you were done. You danced with Renjun after, the music keeping you close, and when you got tired, he walked you home. Everything felt normal between you– except from the weird closeness and occasional touches he sent your way– but you presume that was the effect of alcohol, so you didn’t ponder on it that much.
The eyes of his ex girlfriend on you the whole evening is what made you feel a bit itsy about the situation, and even though there was no hint that would further prove your previous claims, you can’t help but think about Huh Yunjin from time to time, and that’s what makes you feel at least a bit awkward about the whole thing.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” you say, trying to play it off.
“Come on,” Renjun sighs, “tell me. Is it something I did?”
Shaking your head, you roll your eyes at his insisting. The shift in dynamic is ironical, to say the least– 4 months ago, he wouldn’t care about what was making you feel so down, he wouldn’t even care about you walking home from university alone in the darkness of the evening hours, but now, the crease between his brows almost makes him look worried about you, and you can’t say you hate it– even though in this moment, you’d rather have him not care at all.
“Okay, so I’ll just play a guessing game, then,” he scoffs, humming, lost in thought. “You’ve been weird since the party. Something happened there?”
“No,” you disagree, tone of voice almost sounding desperate and harrowing, not really wanting him to keep asking about the reasoning behind your mood.
“Okay, so that’s a yes. Did someone make you feel uncomfortable? Do I need to beat somebody up? Oh god, was it Hyuck? That fucker said something to you, right? I’m gonna lock him out of the apartment, I swear to god–”
“It wasn’t Hyuck,” you giggle at his outrage, deciding to save his roommate’s life.
“It wasn’t?” he asks, seemingly genuinely surprised, expecting his devilish roommate to be the reason behind all the bad things in the world. “Okay, so it must have been me, no? What did I do?”
Sighing and shaking your head in disbelief at his insistence, you grunt. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Jun, can you just stop asking?” you say, the nickname rolling of your tongue automatically, without much thinking.
There’s a moment of silence between the two of you. It does nothing to help you relax or feel better about the situation, but at least you think Renjun finally dropped the topic and won’t ask you about it again. You’d rather have the ground swallow you whole than to admit what’s been bugging you, especially when it’s Renjun himself you’re talking to about the matter.
You were, once again, wrong in your assumptions. Renjun did not drop the topic– no, he just took his sweet time to hit the nail on the head.
“Was it because of Yunjin?”
The question opens a pit in your stomach, the embarrassment creeping out of your body and making you heat up not helping your case. Hands clammy as you shake your head and gesture, trying to prove your disagreement with the question to the best of your abilities– but only making yourself look stupid and like you’re trying too hard– your words come out weirdly high-pitched, only further proving Renjun’s point.
“No, it– it’s not that, I– I–”
Renjun scoffs at you, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Did she– did she make you feel uncomfortable? I know she’s been staring a lot the whole evening, I’m sorry about that…”
His words do a little to comfort you. You wouldn’t say you were perfectly fine with the fact that he knows that it was his ex girlfriend that’s been on your mind the past few days– because you two aren’t dating, and realistically, this shouldn’t matter to you– but his understanding eyes bearing into yours make you calm down a little when you sigh and avert your gaze, chewing on the inside of your cheek before you speak back up again.
“It’s okay,” you hum, “I– It was expected, I guess?”
Renjun hums, eyes focusing somewhere into the unknown. Picking at the skin on your cuticles, you think the conversation is over and you’ve done a good job at playing it off, half of your worries now soothed, but Renjun is a man full of surprises, it seems, when he looks at you again, licking his lips in hesitance.
“But that’s not all, is it?” he asks, but he gets no answer from you. It doesn’t matter– your silence is enough of a conformation. “Look, I didn’t… I didn’t invite you to make her jealous, or anything, if that’s what’s running through that brain of yours, okay? I didn’t even know she would be there.”
Blinking a few times at him, not expecting him to read you so well, you let out the breath you didn’t even know you’ve been holding, nodding at his reassuring words. “Oh…”
“I invited you because I thought you’d have fun… and because I kind of wanted you there. And so did Hyuck, actually, he thinks you’re his platonic soulmate, or something–” the man rambles, explaining his intentions to you, the frantic words coming out of his mouth making you giggle. Relief washes over his face at that, noticing the ease in the atmosphere, his hand gently squeezing your knee when your laughs get quiet. “Everything’s good now?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “thanks. It was silly, but– you know,” you shrug, awkwardly grinning to yourself.
“Yeah,” he sighs out, looking back in front of him, the moment of silent sincerity between the two of you having him open up to you, “it wasn’t like that. me and her… it wasn’t quite the same for a while, you know? Like, I knew it was over before it really happened, but nonetheless, I didn’t expect her to… to do what she did to end it.”
You hum, not really knowing what words you could offer him to console him. Not really wanting to ask any more questions, you wait for him to talk by himself, to assure you’re not insensitive or prying too much. You’ll let him tell you how much he wants, and you’ll silently thank him for the trust he has in you when holding up his feelings to you on a silver platter, naked and vulnerable for you to see and examine.
“It’s like… I wanted to end it, but not with her cheating on me. That– that hurt more than the actual break up, I think. And maybe it shouldn’t matter, because I wasn’t in love with her anymore anyway, but it still… left a scar, I think,” he hums, and by the way he plays with his fingers in his lap, you can tell he didn’t expect himself to open up to you like this– maybe this is the first time he’s even sharing this with anyone, and the urge to protect him and his heart is suddenly stronger than ever before, even though it’s been somewhere there, deep inside of you, all along.
“That’s valid,” you say, “nobody deserves that to happen to them, no matter how your relationship looked at the time. You were still together, and she shouldn’t have done that,” you mumble, hoping to provide comfort to him, but also hoping your words aren’t unwelcome at this very moment.
The blonde looks at you, an appreciative smile appearing on his face. “Thanks,” he says. There’s nothing to thank you for, you think, but perhaps those are the words he needed to hear for a while now. Perhaps your sentences just mended something in him, perhaps you were the voice that finally made him admit that what he’s been feeling about the situation wasn’t stupid or irrational.
In a moment of weakness, a selfish masochism, even, you let out a prying sentence slip out of your lips– a sentence that could hurt you, have you not been prepared for the outcome. And maybe you were going too far, maybe you should’ve stayed quiet, but you can’t turn back time and the words were already spoken. “Do you ever miss her?”
Renjun thinks for a while– a heartbeat of a second that makes you feel like you’re falling into a deep abyss– before he shakes his head. “Not really. Not her, I don’t miss her. I think that sometimes, I just miss what we had, but… that’s long gone.”
Humming indifferently, you accept his response in a quiet solace.
You don’t know where this conversation brings you, but you bet it’s a step in some direction.
After a while, with Renjun’s head soundly resting on your shoulder when the silence gets too long, yet a comforting aura still shades the two of you sitting at the stairs, there’s a black Ford Fiesta honking at the parking lot, the two of you jumping to your feet. The boy drags you to the backseat, your bags hitting the floor of the vehicle, as Jeno looks back at you from the front, smiling at you with moon crescents in his eyes.
“Hello!”
“Hi,” you breathe out.
“Is Y/N tagging along?” Hyuck gasps from the passenger’s seat, turning towards you two, a face of a pleasant surprise written all over his face. You know what, maybe Renjun was right and you and his roommate are platonic soulmates of some sort. Or at least that’s how Lee Donghyuck’s been acting ever since the day he met you.
“I’m not,” you giggle, shaking your head in disapproval.
“Jeno, can you drop Y/N off at her apartment?” Renjun hums, and suddenly, the previous worries leave you as soon as the tall man nods and tells you to navigate him to your place. There was no reason why you’d be rejected by Renjun’s friends– for more reasons than one, you just aren’t aware of them yet.
The ride to your apartment is filled with laughter. Squinting at your project partner sitting next to you at the back of the car, you notice that he’s glowing brightly in the reflections of the lampposts shining through the windows of the car, a stolen galaxy swirling in his eyes when your eyes meet when you pay your goodbyes to the guys while getting off at your driveway a few minutes later.
And it’s quite funny. You don’t even live that far.
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Clapping when your favorite writer completes the little interactive Q&A at the local library on a Monday afternoon– all throughout you didn’t have any courage to ask any questions yourself, even though you had plenty– you stand up from your place at one of the little, lanky folding chairs in the back of the room and smooth your hands over the skirt of your dress, getting the creases out. You’ve learned a lot about the author today– all from how she started writing, what inspired her to write your most favorite novel, and where she finds her inspiration for writing. You have a lot of information, yet, you still bet you could master more questions, if you were to do an interview with her– you wouldn’t even have to try as hard.
Reading is one of your passions, it’s something that brought you to the love you have for writing, and although you didn’t stick with fiction for long, finding that the world building and creating plot and characters got boring for you after a while, you found your love for writing shining through when you type articles; making sure your headlines are captivating, that your articles are well-structured and bring something new to the table. It’s a completely different branch– some would say a less creative one– but it’s undeniable that the love for it started in you when you first started reading books, when you were little, in the quiet and comfort of your room.
Glancing back at Renjun, the boy follows you like a lost puppy (you bet it’s his first time at the library, despite him owning quite a few books himself– you noticed so while examining his room one time and found classics in his bookshelf), he offers you a soft smile, nudging you to keep walking. There’s a line forming towards the head of the room, where the writer is still sitting, numbers of passionate readers and fans of her work waiting to get their books signed. There’s a little stand in the middle of the far right wall, containing numerous books written by the person currently sitting in the same room, breathing the same air as you two, and you don’t hesitate to buy the latest one, the one you haven’t had the chance to read yet, with the intention of getting it signed.
“Which one’s your favorite?” Renjun asks, standing close to you and pointing towards the stacks of books on the stand.
“That one,” you hum, bringing his attention to the paperback cover at the very corner of the stand, watching as the man takes it into his hands and flips it over, reading through the summary. He looks like one of those Pinterest boards you’d title ‘Dark academia’ with a series of emojis that fit the ‘aesthetic’, with his plaid coat layered on top of a knitted, light brown sweater, the blonde fringe slightly falling into his eyes.
“I’ll get this one, then,” he looks at one of the ladies behind the stand, smiling at her as he gets his wallet out.
“Don’t you want the latest one?”
“Nah,” he shrugs, smiling at the lady once again when the book is back in his hold, paid for and now in his ownership. His eyes are back at you when he offers you the explanation. “You said you liked this one, so I wanna try it. And you don’t know if the latest one is any good, so at least I’ve heard a good review on this one and don’t have to be afraid of buying a shitty book,” he snickers, making you roll your eyes at the tone of his voice, but still, there’s a little man in your brain screaming at the top of his lungs– screeching, even– at the action, the gears in your brain turning faster and faster as you let yourself indulge and overthink his words. He bought it because it’s your favorite– so he said– and in a split second of delusion, it doesn’t matter to you if it was just because he wanted to be sure the book is good, or if it was just him wanting to read your favorite book as a way of learning more about you.
“As if any of her books could be bad,” you mumble, moving slowly through the line. You’re the last ones waiting for the autograph, and while there’s still a lot of people in front of you, you can’t help but feel a little nervous at the promise of an interaction with the author.
“Well, you can never really know. Everyone has bad days.”
Snickering at his argument, you shake your head in disbelief and move a few steps forward again. You’ve taken a few photographs of the library while you were sitting and listening to the talk; a few of the author– to capture the nice memory– and some of the interior as well, showcasing the numerous shelves filled with books of different genres that the library provides. Still, you take the camera into your hands again, taking a few more– you were sure to get permission from the smiley and welcoming librarians when you arrived– trying to capture the atmosphere and the heartwarming aura of it all. A little selfishly, for your own memory, you turn to your companion and point the lens towards him, seeing as he poses with the book, acting a little silly when you take the picture, and when he breaks into an amused grin after, you take another one– a moment captured in time, his toothy laugh on full display. When you look at the picture again, your heart warms up a little at the image. Maybe you could get it printed out and add it to your memory book alongside the pictures you have from your first university parties and moving into the new apartment with Jimin– just so you have something to look back to.
Soon enough, you reach the front of the room, your bodies only a few steps away from the author. When the last guests in front of you leave, paying their goodbyes, you take a step forward with a little sigh, trying to encourage yourself and also calm down the erratic beating of your heart, ready to face the idol you’ve been looking up to since you were 11. With Renjun on your side, you put on your most picture-worthy smile, clammy hands offering the book to the writer when you reach the long table, choking on your words.
“Hello,” you greet, not really knowing what to say. You would be lying if you said you didn’t rehearse this in your brain seventy different times ever since you talked with Renjun about going to the library last week, trying to make up the perfect scenario and find the best words to use when you finally meet her, but in this very moment, the whole script flies through the window and you’re left silent and hesitant, heat rising to your cheeks when you can’t seem to find the right words to say.
“Hello,” you hear Renjun greet shortly after you, bumping into you a little with his hip when he stumbles to the table, seemingly more calm than you, trying to save the day, “my name’s Huang Renjun,” he says, and you want to kick him in his shin– because who even does that? Who tells their full name to a stranger, an author he’s never heard of before actually attending this meet and greet, acting as if he was an old friend of hers, meeting the famous writer after a long time? You almost thought he’d save you from the embarrassment and lead the way, from the way he approached her, but after hearing those words come out of his mouth, you almost go to scold him for his behavior.
To your surprise, though, the writer’s eyes widen in what seems to be realization, nodding to herself. “So you must be Y/N!” she says, looking back at you, a welcoming smile appearing on her lips.
“I- I-” you stutter, suddenly feeling really confused. Is this a dream? Are you asleep? Or is your favorite writer suddenly a psychic too? What are you missing?
“Yeah! She’s just a little nervous right now,” he grins, taking a short look at you before he turns back to the author, “so… I take it as you haven’t changed your mind about the interview?”
“Not at all! I’m actually really happy to hear that students are taking interest in my writing and that they want to interview me,” she says, quickly signing your books on the front pages, offering them back to you, “I usually don’t give interviews just to anyone– you know, it would get a little too busy if I did that– but your passion really caught my attention.It reminds me of myself when I was your age… Just give me a few seconds, I have a phone call to make right now, but after I’m done, I’m all yours!”
“Of course!” Renjun nods, watching as the author stands up from the table and disappears in one of the back rooms, seemingly to take care of the call. Turning back to you, still finding you dumbfounded from the interaction, he can’t help but let out an amused laugh. “Are you okay over there?”
“I- What-” you stutter, shaking your head as if to make your brain reboot, dragging your hand through your hair to get it out of your face, “how did you even manage to- she doesn’t even-” you fail to create coherent sentences, shock and surprise overshadowing your otherwise good choice of vocabulary, confusion spreading over your face like a shadow.
“I have my ways,” he shrugs nonchalantly, as if this was the easiest thing to accomplish, once again breaking into a grin when he sees your stoic face, “maybe try to smile a little? She might think you’re terrified of her if you keep frowning like that.”
“I am,” you mumble, still not quite comprehending the situation.
Rolling his eyes at you, he snickers. “Come on,” he says, “I bet you have plenty of questions for her up in that brain of yours,” he points to the middle of your forehead, shaking his head at your frozen figure.
“I do, but-” you mumble, catching yourself mid-sentence, “how did you even-” the words stream out your mouth, a puzzled expression not leaving your face.
“You can thank me later. Now focus on your job,” he says, turning you by your shoulders and pushing you a little towards the author that has now emerged out of the back room, a welcoming glint in her eye when her eyes land at the two aspiring journalists.
On that Monday afternoon, with sweaty palms and tongue-tied as you stutter out the curious questions, making an interview for your imaginary magazine, you learn that contrary to the popular demand, Huang Renjun is quite full of surprises.
The longer you know Renjun, the more you hang out without the purpose of working on your assignment together. Truth be told, you started working on it pretty early into the semester, and while others were now aimlessly pulling all nighters to complete the magazine, you and Renjun were pretty much done with it already by now, since you forced the man to start working on it as soon as it was possible. He didn’t say it out loud, but you can tell he was thankful for that– it would kill the both of you if you had to focus on the project now, when exam season is slowly, but surely in reach and you’ll have to start studying soon.
It was a little awkward at first– you still remember the first time you watched Netflix with him in the silence of his apartment, with his mood very apparently below zero– starting with the two of you taking breaks in between working on your assignment, talking about the latest episodes of the anime you two have, coincidentally, chosen to watch at the same time; later progressing into full on sessions of gossip with his roommate Donghyuck joining the two of you at the comfortable couch. You’d say your friendship started a little this way, with you and Renjun running to the convenience store when you ran out of snacks in the middle of your study sessions and the two of you randomly laughing at something in your Journalism class, earning yourself scolding looks from the professor. It was unexpected, but you grew familiar with the antics, flowing through the days together, filling the boring days with texts full of TikTok links and Donghyuck sending you random pictures of your project partner all zoomed in on Snapchat. You even invited Renjun over a few times, Jimin accepting the new man in the comfort of your home when she realized he’s not as bad as he used to be before, as you ate up all of your snacks this time around instead, having impromptu karaoke sessions in your room, trying to quiz each other on the lyrics of your top tracks of the last year on Spotify.
Everything felt casual, growing more in tune with the man he was, learning his antics and all about his character. You quickly learned that when he’s feeling down, he gets a little snappy– a bad habit you made him recognise and try to eliminate, at least when you’re around. You found out that when he’s nervous, he bites his nails, and you choose to slap his palms from the proximity of his lips whenever you catch him in the act. When he’s annoyed– much like when you prevent him from the action of gnawing at his fingernails until the skin around them bleeds– he rolls his eyes and sighs, sometimes even shakes his head at you in disapproval. He looks adorable while doing so, but to save both of you the embarrassment, you’d never tell him out loud.
And you’d even dare to say he learns about you too. He’s an observing individual, and you’d even argue that he cares about you at least a little. For one, he’s not rude towards you anymore, the way he was when you two first started talking, and also, he shows his affection towards you in the most Renjun ways possible. He’d argue that he’s not good with words, but he’s always there to affirm you with them in his true love language whenever you’re stressed or overwhelmed with responsibilities. He also remembers your favorite drinks and snacks, opting to save them for you whenever you come by his place, and even slipping some into your bag before you leave his apartment. He’s a caring individual, a big hearted man, delicate in all directions.
You believe it’s impossible not to fall for him at least a little. Not when you really know him– the way you do, from up close, in his most joyful moments and the ones where he tries to battle you away when the ghosts in his brain try to make him shelter himself away from everyone too.
But you wouldn’t tell him that. Never in a thousand years.
“I hate all this fucking snow,” you tell him instead, when you walk by his side with your groceries in hand, the tips of your fingers brittled from the cold. “Why is it even snowing in the first place, it’s the end of February, for fuck’s sake!”
The two of you decided to go for a grocery run together, and while some would say it’s not a fun activity to do, you think you like experiencing mundane things with your close ones the most. If you enjoy someone’s company, you truly do not care what you do together– you always go pick up packages from the post with Jimin, or drive your little sibling to the store when you’re back home, even though the action itself doesn’t provide you any conventionally ‘fun’ experiences, most of these are a fond memory in your brain, because you got to spend time with someone you love. It’s the same right now– even though it’s snowing heavily and you can’t feel your feet from the cold– you went to buy groceries with Renjun when he texted you about it, realizing you could buy some things you ran out of as well, opting to walk there together.
“I thought you liked winter?” he snickers, seeing your grumpy expression.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you said you hated summer,” he says, matter of factly, making you giggle to mask the warmth spreading on your insides from the knowledge that he remembers the random fact you once told him when you were working on your project together.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I like winter either,” you say, shrugging.
“Do you even like anything?”
“No,” you shake your head, totally serious before you burst into laughter, “kidding. I like spring,” you smile at him, eloquently, shuffling your legs along the snowed-in ground, moving closer to the campus, near to where you both live.
“I like spring too, actually.”
“Because your birthday’s in spring?” you snicker, teasing him.
“Maybe,” he admits, laughing with you. “No, but I think spring’s neat for a number of reasons. It always feels… like a new beginning, perhaps? After months of silence, you can finally hear the chirping of birds in the morning, and the sun sets later too, so the days feel longer…” he says, and you find yourself observing him, admiring the love he has for the season.
“Exactly,” you nod, pointing your gaze towards the ground when you notice that he caught you staring, embarrassment creeping up your back before you shudder from the cold, heavy snowflakes falling on top of your head, drenching your freshly washed locks and making your cheeks burn with cold. You can’t remember the last time it snowed so hard– you were in for a couple of warm winters for the last couple of years– and as much as you hate to admit it because of your noticeable aversion towards winter, you must say it looks quite magical.
“Look, I know you hate winter, but you do have windows in your flat, right?” he jokes, making you roll your eyes at the nagging you know you’re about to hear. “Maybe look out of them before you go out, so you could dress for the weather the next time.”
“Very funny,” you snicker, “I’ll let you know, it wasn’t snowing when I was getting ready.”
“Okay then, maybe start using the weather app. It’s great if you want to know how cold it really is outside, and you’re quite good with technology, so maybe you could-”
“Oh, fuck off,” you snap, but feel yourself grinning at the teasing.
The man lets out a sigh– a habit of frustration he does a lot whenever you’re around– before you feel him tugging something onto the top of your head, your ears suddenly shielded by soft fabric. Looking up at your companion in shock, you notice that the beanie that had been sitting on his head until now is covering yours instead; and although you appreciate the gesture with a giddy clench on your insides, you find yourself protesting.
“Jun! You’ll get cold,” you pout.
“Okay, but so will you, and as far as I’m concerned, I have more layers on than you right now, so you need it more than me,” he shrugs, all nonchalant, making you hesitantly smile at him and shut up, keeping the warm wool over your head.
Next time, you’ll look at the weather app to save your heart some trouble.
Or maybe you won’t.
Walking closer to your apartment complex, naturally accepting the fact that Renjun decided to walk you home– or just hasn’t realized he’s doing so yet– you fall into comfortable conversation, mostly consisting of you complaining and Renjun finding your tangent amusing.
“My groceries will get all wet! Fucking hell, Renjun…”
“I didn’t force you to come,” he laughs.
“Well, but you have the weather app, as opposed to me, so maybe you could’ve predicted the fact that it was going to snow soon,” you pout, shaking your head in disbelief.
“And if I did?”
“Then why’d you drag me out?” you huff, nearing the steps that lead up towards the front door of your building, being careful not to slip on them as you stand on the first one, towering above the man that takes his position opposite of you while you say your goodbyes.
“Okay, next time get your groceries alone, if you’re just gonna complain the whole way,” he giggles at your fake offendance, looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Snowflakes settle on the tops of his cheekbones, the rosy tint in his face taking your breath away, something in his eyes captivating you and hypnotizing you into doing things you would’ve never dared to do as you reach out towards his hair, now wet from the snow that manages to melt away on his body, brushing your hand through the locks.
“It’s gotten so long,” you muse, “the blonde’s all grown out now.”
He hums, the eye contact making you heat up despite the coldness that’s been trying to seep into your bones. “Maybe I should dye it back to black, then.”
Grinning, you shrug as your hand escapes his scalp. “Yeah,” you nod, “maybe you should.”
“It’s a plan, then,” he says before he grins, poking you in your forehead with his pointer finger as he takes a step back from you, heading towards the direction of his apartment. “I’ll text you,” he adds.
Paying your goodbyes to him, you stumble inside and reach your flat, your whole body on fire even though you’ve been freezing until now as you take off your wet shoes and tug the borrowed beanie from your head. Putting away the groceries, you wonder if there’s a significance in his decision, if the change of hair is the same as the reason why he loves spring; if new things are beginning, or if you’ve just tricked yourself into falling for him too hard.
“You have to mix it together with this first!” Renjun whines, sitting at the edge of the bathtub as he watches you open the box dye you bought together at the drugstore a few hours ago, pointing his finger at the white pack containing the mixing solution.
“Oh,” you mumble, clammy hands flying around and trying to read the instructions instead, too worried to mess up again and accidentally burn Renjun’s hair off. After a few moments of you silently turning the big sheet of paper around in all directions, you hear your companion snicker under his breath, standing up from his position at the edge of the bathtub and mixing the dye with the solution in a little plastic container he got from under the sink himself instead.
“Let me do it,” he shakes his head, “didn’t know you were this useless.”
“If you didn’t want me here, you could’ve just said so,” you put the instruction paper down, crossing your arms on your chest as you take a step back and look at him with an offended pout, watching as he gets everything ready. His hair is sticking all over the place and the shirt he has on is stained with bleach– you suspect he wore this exact outfit a few months ago when he dyed his hair blonde– the fabric hanging loosely down his shoulders.
“I’m perfectly capable of dying my hair on my own, if you didn’t notice,” he says, “me wanting you here is the sheer reason for your presence.”
Heart skipping a beat at the sentence, masking it off with a fakely annoyed sigh, you watch him take a seat back at the edge of the bathtub when he’s done, motioning for you to take matters into your hands and start dying his hair. “Don’t fuck it up.”
“I’ll do so just to spite you,” you argue back, taking the plastic container with the dye into your hand and standing close to Renjun, parting his hair down the middle as you get the chemical-smelling mixture into his growing locks. Focused on the task at hand, trying really hard not to get the dye all over the place, you almost get lost in the motion of playing with his hair and pay too much attention to each section, your touch gentle not to tug at his hair. It makes you not notice the way you’re suddenly standing in between Renjun’s opened legs, your skin covered by fabrics of sweatpants touching.
His head suddenly moves, making you almost dye his whole forehead black, when he plops a gummy worm into his mouth and regains his previous position.
“Stop moving or else it’s gonna look bad!” you scowl, frustrated with the fact that he made you lose your focus.
“Want a gummy worm?” he asks, looking up at you with an innocent smile instead– as if to make you forget all about his actions from before– and you reward him with an annoyed shake of your head that shows him disapproval which he seemingly chooses to ignore as he reaches into the pack of gummies again and holds one up to your lips, fingertips brushing against the skin of your mouth making you feel heat in your cheeks. You didn’t want a gummy worm, but with the proximity of his hand to your face and the starry gaze he offers you when you meet his eyes, you don’t hesitate to take the gummy into your mouth and chew on the candy, earning yourself a satisfied smile.
Turning towards his hair again, the last few strands left undyed waiting for your attention, the man suddenly squeezes your thigh, making you wince. “How is it going up there?”
“Good,” you choke out, suddenly hyper aware of his hand resting on the skin of your leg, as if to hold you in place, his other hand working almost on auto-pilot as he completes the symmetry and grazes your other thigh, his touch on you so gentle you could almost miss it if you didn’t pay enough attention.
“If it’s patchy, I’m blaming you and not the dye,” he teases, drumming against your leg with his fingers, each little gesture making you less and less focused on his hair and more on the way his eyelashes fan over his cheekbones from above, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from making any sound close to frustration or the sound of perhaps losing your mind.
“Well then, maybe you shouldn’t have bought the cheapest one.”
“I’m staying on budget,” he says, making you snicker.
Forcing yourself to focus back onto his hair, you finally complete your task of dying the man’s hair back to its original color. Taking a step back from him and putting the plastic container onto the sink, you start to miss the feeling of his hand on your skin; his hair slicked back by the dye makes him look oddly amusing, though, so you let a grin slip out at the sight of your companion sitting at the edge of the bathtub like a scolded child, his legs outstretched right in front of him and a pack of gummy worms once again firmly gripped in the palm of his hand.
After cleaning up the mess you’ve made on the bathroom sink, with Renjun singing to himself as he put up a timer on his phone for 20 minutes, you find yourself in his kitchen, walking around and finding a pot in which you could cook some ramen for dinner. It’s getting quite late and it’s rare that you find yourself alone in Renjun’s apartment with him, his roommate finally getting out after the dreaded exam season to celebrate, and you can’t help but find the domesticity of sharing his space with him– although this is not the first time– overtake you in a deep feeling of intimacy.
Stirring the noodles around with a fork you found in one of the drawers, listening to the low hums of Renjun singing in the bathroom as he cleans up the skin on his forehead and behind his ears with a wet cotton pad, you wonder how you managed to get used to this– how you even managed to find yourself in the presence of Huang Renjun so often, after only hearing about him from gossip around the school halls and hating his presence when you first had to work with him. It’s ironic, but you don’t hate it quite as much as you would think.
“You’re making ramen?” he asks as he finally reaches the kitchen, big eyes full of thankfulness meeting yours when he notices you getting out some plates to transfer the meal into, since you’re close to being done.
Humming in agreement, you see him lean on the kitchen counter from the corner of your eye, a satisfied smile reaching his lips. “I should invite you over more often.”
“I’m here like twice a week, Jun,” you mumble, focused on not spilling the meal all over the place.
“Well, if it means you’ll cook all the time, you can even move in, if you want to” he jokes, making you shake your head in disbelief as you take the plates and move them to the coffee table you are so used to sitting at by now, since the boys don’t really have a dining table in their apartment, making them (and sometimes you joining) eat all the meals at the coffee table, sitting on the ground.
“And where would I sleep? On the couch? No, thank you,” you shake your head, digging into the noodles and blowing on them to make them cool faster.
“I’ll kick Hyuck out, so you can have his room,” he mumbles in between bites, following you.
“So you just want me to be your maid, got it,” you nod.
“That’s not what I said,” he looks at you with offense, before digging into the noodles again, mumbling under his nose before taking a bite, “although you would look nice in a maid dress-”
Kicking him in the leg, seeing as he chokes up on the food from laughing, you shake your head in disbelief at his antics. You think it’s the hair dye getting to his brain, so when his timer goes off in a few minutes after you’re both done with the food, you thank god for bringing you out of your misery.
Listening to the sound of the shower as he washes the hair dye off, you take it upon yourself to clean up the dishes. You’d feel bad for leaving a mess in his kitchen, and you also think it’s a nice thing to do. It only takes a few minutes before he’s out of the bathroom again, hair damply sitting on his forehead, his figure twirling like a ballerina– reminding you of the way you did little fashion shows for your father whenever you came home from shopping with your mum– waiting for what you have to say about his new look, although in true reality, he looks just the same as a few months ago.
“Does it look good?”
“I can’t tell ‘cause it’s wet,” you say, squinting your eyes at the mess on his head, “go blow dry it.”
“Fuck no,” he shakes his head, protesting, “I hate blow drying my hair.”
“Why? I can’t tell if it’s patchy this way,” you say.
“My hands get tired and I get bored and I just really don’t enjoy the experience,” he simply states, and he wins– whether this was his intention or not– as you drag him back to the bathroom and get out of him where he keeps the blow dryer, plugging it in and moving to do it for him.
There it is again– that funny feeling in your stomach as you move your hands through his hair, brushing his bangs away from his forehead as you blow dry his locks. The feeling makes you weak in your knees as you look at the boy who now has his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the motion of your fingers threading through his freshly dyed strands, and when you finally turn the device off and watch him open his eyes, looking at you half-lidded and seemingly a little tired, you once again notice his hands on your thighs as he sits at the bathtub, although now the touch is more firm, pulling you close to him.
“Are you happy now that your hair is black?” you find yourself asking, your eyes bearing into him as you reference the dialogue you two had when he dyed his hair blonde, when you two didn’t know each other well just yet and he told you the wishful secret of wanting to have more fun as a blonde since he was sad when his hair was black.
His smile looks a little drunk, despite the both of you being completely sober as he replies, acting as if he was getting tipsy off your proximity and gentle touch. “My hair’s black because I’m happy, not the other way around,” he mumbles, your eyes momentarily drifting to his pretty lips as he talks, their rosy plumpiness making it hard for you to unstuck your gaze from the curve of his smile and focus on other features of his face.
“Good,” you nod, your hands finding their place at his shoulders, almost going for a hug, but never really completing the action.
“So how do I look?” he asks again, your conversation growing quiet in the intimate atmosphere, voices not wanting to interrupt the calm, yet tense harbor.
Examining him, you find yourself once again attracted to the boy you see in front of you. He looks exactly like he did before his break-up– yet now, you’d argue and say he looks even better; healthier and more radiant, his features gentle, hair a little longer and his smile reminding you of an angel. Humming to yourself, you brush your hands through his black strands again, letting yourself indulge in your growing feelings for the man for just a second, before the moment is gone. “Really pretty,” you mumble, watching as his smile grows for a mere second before his eyes drift from yours down to your lips, making you forget how to breathe.
Your hands continue to get lost in his hair as you stare at each other for a while, silence in the bathroom making you listen in on each other’s breathing, before your brain fails you and you let yourself operate on auto-pilot, leaning down to his face, surprised to see him meet you in the middle. You kiss him as if you’ve been waiting ages to do so, your lips molding in with his in a perfect harmony, firm, yet still unmistakably gentle contact making you shiver.
It feels like a century before you pull away, ready to face the consequences of your actions, when he captures your lips in another kiss, drunk on the action. Feeling him standing up from the edge of the bathtub and moving his hands to firmly grip your waist before he walks you backwards against the tiled wall, the coldness of it mixing with the heat spreading across your body makes you gasp into the kiss and invite his tongue into your mouth.
Your hands fall from his hair and find their way around his neck, tugging him close, while one of his gentle palms rests on your jaw, angling your face in a way that lets him take control and have you even closer, two bodies seeking each other’s presence.
“Renjun…” you gasp when his lips move away from yours, leaving kisses down your jaw, slowly reaching the delicate skin of your neck and the conjunction of your shoulder.
He hums into your skin, a cold hand sneaking under the hem of your shirt making you wince, all of his actions making your senses hyper aware to the touch and feeling of his lips pressed against you, especially when he finds the sweet spot behind your ear and makes you squirm under him, the feeling of his smile against your skin turning you crazy.
Finding yourself tugging his face back to yours, taking back his lips, his hand travels up your side, leaving goosebumps all over your skin with the cold motions of his fingertips, you shiver under his caring, yet teasing touch. The kiss feels as if it’s one step away from heaven, letting out a satisfied sound when he softly brushes the underside of your breast.
Pressing him closer against you, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck, you feel him hard against your thigh, neediness overtaking you as you lightly move against him, hearing him choke out a breath. “Is- is this okay?” he asks, voice not louder than a whisper before you continue with your motions, answering with your actions before using your words, breathing growing quicker with the way the friction makes you feel.
“More than okay with me,” you mumble, seemingly encouraging him as he presses you firmer against the tiled wall, helping you guide your desperate movements. Foreheads pressed against each other, breathing mixing in the silent room, you can’t seem to find it in you to stop, completely losing yourself in him and in the way he makes you feel, selfishly chasing down release from all the butterflies and electric stares he’s been sending your way.
Grunting when you press up against him in a way that sends sparks down his spine, his hand reaches up under your thigh, almost on the skin of your butt, holding up your leg to make more room and get you even closer to him, before he heaves out a sigh. “Let’s go to my room?” he asks hastily before you nod and let him plop you up against his figure with your legs entangled around his middle, escaping the cold tiles of the bathroom and walking over to the his room smelling of fresh laundry detergent and vanilla, soft sheets enveloping your body when he lightly drops you into his mattress.
A giggle escapes your lips at the contact of your body with the bed, earning yourself a playful roll of Renjun’s eyes as he leans over you, plopping himself up on one elbow above you, caging you in his embrace. Maintaining eye contact with him, blissful smiles stretching on your lips, you almost think the moment is over, but he quickly brings you back to the neediness you felt before as he leans in again, kissing you painfully slowly while his hand reaches under the hem of your shirt, letting his palm travel against your body. His actions make you shiver as his fingertips softly tickle your side, moving towards the dip of your waist, then back up across your stomach as he traces mindless shapes against your skin, occasionally letting himself travel up towards the fabric of your bra. Cupping one of your breasts into his hand, you let out a soft grunt when he squeezes the flesh softly enough to make you yearn for more.
Mirroring his actions, your hand moves under his loose shirt, hypnotized by the heat of his flesh. Enveloped in his warmth and the smell of him in his bedsheets, you let yourself roam up his abdomen, embracing the way his muscles jolt a little under your touch, before your hand settles onto his back, fingertips dancing up and down his spine.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he mumbles, making you break into a blissful smile, before his hand lazily dips down your belly, seeking approval in your eyes, “can I?”
Nodding, afraid of seeming a little too eager– although maybe he would welcome that with open arms– you feel his fingertips messily dragging down the waistband of your sweatpants a little by little, leaving you in front of him only in your underwear, his lips swallowing your sighs when he hesitantly brushes his thumb against your clit.
His movements get more confident as he adds more pressure, making you let out a few more muffled sounds he welcomes with a cocky smile, demeanor shifting as he presses a wet kiss against your cheek when he drags your underwear down and gets back to where he was before, but now acting more gently– as if the contact of your bare core with his fingers made him afraid you’re gonna break in his hold. Softly nudging your thighs, opening up your legs and softly tracing his pointer finger down your slit, he makes your cheeks flush from the contact and the feeling of air against your naked bottom half.
He doesn’t say much as he tests the waters, dragging his digits along your folds, examining your reaction when he circles your sensitive bud and sees you crumble under his touch. Your hands grip his pearl white sheets, not really knowing what to do to ground yourself back to reality, the man above you finally finding enough courage in him to insert one finger, then two inside of you, watching you react to his actions.
“Feels good,” escapes your lips, and truthfully, you didn’t even catch yourself saying it. It left your mouth on itself, your tone a little fragile but full of eagerness, wanting more– and seemingly understanding, he moves inside you with more reason now, hitting the right spot that makes your eyebrows crease and your breathing hitch in your throat.
“There?” he asks, as if to tease you. In any other circumstance, you’d find it in you to bark back something full of sarcasm and irony, but now, vulnerable and sensitive to his every move, you only nod eagerly and meet his eyes which are now clouded with lust, a view you’ve never experienced before, but welcome with undeniable curiosity.
Angling his fingers inside of you just the way you need them, you quickly feel yourself reaching your high, one of your hands flying to his forearm as if to let him know or warn him, somehow. Judging by his actions, he got the memo– showing his experience when he continues with the same speed and pressure, keeping still– before he slowly trips you over the edge, having you clenching around his fingers as you let moans slip out from your lips, euphoria taking over your whole body.
His figure leans into you, holding you close as your breathing comes back to normal, his lips press soft kisses to your temple. It’s almost a hint that the act is over, his actions growing more tender as opposed to the way he had you just a few moments prior, but you find yourself not wanting it to end, tugging his shirt up and earning yourself a questioning look.
“More?” you mumble, looking at him, grabby hands helping him take his shirt off. Your please sound almost like a question– they may as well be, for you don’t know if he wants this too– but he reacts to you positively when you have your eyes roaming across his bare torso, hands flying towards your own shirt, taking it off before you chastly press against him, both of you sitting at his bed, meeting him in a kiss as you settle yourself into his lap.
In this moment, there’s nothing but him. Your head spins with his essence, your brain painfully aware of everything; of your hands holding his cheeks when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, chasing after his neck in a desperate need of leaving a mark, wanting evidence of you being there the next morning, so you could remind yourself that this wasn’t just a dream or a product of your own imagination. When you press down against his lap, dragging your naked core against his hard on, his hands grip your sides, sneaky fingers trailing up after a moment as he tugs the straps of your bra down before slipping it off completely, leaving you naked in front of him.
Lifting you by your hips and moving you back against his pillow, laying you into his sheets, he lets you drag his sweatpants down, your fingers dipping below the waistband of his boxers and gently dragging along the sensitive skin, feeling needier at the sounds of satisfaction escaping his lips. Bringing him closer with your other hand, he takes a moment to confirm with you one last time.
“Are you sure you… want this?” he doesn’t seem to find the right words, leaving you softly laughing at his puzzled expression.
“I am,” you nod, assuring him, “I- I want you,” you mumble, still loud and clear, and he wastes no time in freeing himself of his underwear and aligning himself with your entrance.
He slowly pushes inside of you, his whole length filling you up. He leaves you some time to adjust, checking in with you with a look to your eyes, fingertips gently dragging your hair out of your face before you confirm with him that you’re okay with a soft nod, making him move and gently thrust inside of you; painfully slow at first, but reaching deep, taking in every inch of you. Pleasure builds inside of you as his thrusts become more quicker, finding a rhythm that makes your toes curl and your hands fly to his back, scratching down along his skin when he hits your spot and your eyes shut in a spell of satisfied sighs.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss against your lips, a sentence sweet enough to make your cheeks flush under him– yet you think the heat you feel is more than shyness from his words, but from the contact of his skin on yours, driving you absolutely crazy.
His finger gently plays with your clit, slowly, but surely tipping you over the edge. You hold back a moan, head falling to your side on his pillow, Renjun’s lips pressing kisses into the now exposed areas of your neck, still going at a steady rhythm.
“Fuck,” you let out when he picks up at speed, the imaginary glass of pleasure in you getting fuller and fuller, making afraid of it spilling out when he keeps going, your hand flying into his hair, tugging at it in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, “I’m close.”
He hums against your neck, softly biting a bruise into your flesh. He doesn’t say much, again– his loving is quiet, only occasionally letting out needy noises out past his lips here and there, grunts slipping out when you feel just right around him. You find it hard to keep up with the silence, blissful sounds escaping you when he takes you over the edge. Your walls clench around him as he’s still thrusting into you, chasing down his climax and making the most out of yours. You swear you can see stars, the tips of your fingers starting to tingle when you get a little too overstimulated, but before you can do anything about it, he slips out of you and warmth spreads on your stomach, his body crashing next to yours.
He doesn’t say much after either. The room falls into silence, your bodies heaving with deep breaths as you try to calm down the erratic beating of your hearts. Mindlessly threading your fingers through his hair, you stare at the ceiling, his arms draped over your middle, occasionally playing with the flesh of your hip, squeezing it with his palm and dragging his fingertips across the soft skin. Looking down at him, not seeing much other than the raven locks falling into his forehead and his closed eyes, you try hard to appreciate the closeness of his body, just in case you don’t get to experience it ever again.
Feeling his nose nuzzling into your skin, you wonder if he’s happy.
Dark, wallowing pit opens up in your stomach, the harrowing feeling you didn’t know you could recognise fills you up to your rim; your vision goes a little blurry at the sight in front of you and after a few seconds of torturing yourself by watching, you feel the bitter taste of blood on your tongue from gnawing at the gentle skin of your bottom lip too hard. That alone wakes you up from the weird transe you’ve been put in, making you turn on your heel and chime outside of the building, the iced americano in your hand thrown in the nearest trash can as you take the short way home, suddenly wanting to hide away from everyone and everything, too fragile to deal with the outer world today.
You open up the door to your apartment with a little struggle, your hand shaking not making it easy for you to put the key inside the keyhole, and when you finally get to the comfort of your little place, you’re met with Jimin’s concerned eyes waiting for you in the hall, her figure hesitantly walking over when she heard you struggle with the door.
Closing the door behind you a little too loudly, careless in your actions from how hard your heart is hammering against your ribcage, your roommate approaches you with gentle words. “What happened? Weren’t you meeting up with–”
“No,” you shake your head, cutting off her sentence before his name manages to come out of her mouth, your throat closing as you choke out the response; the soft gaze she offers you at the stern words of disapproval makes your eyes water even though you already promised yourself you wouldn’t cry over this.
“Oh, sweetie,” Jimin mumbles as her long legs make their way towards your shrunken figure, enveloping you in her arms. You let yourself be comforted, almost yearning for the slow strokes she gives your back, her long fingers threading through your hair. There aren’t many instances where you two had to hold each other in the entrance hall, too afraid of letting go before one of you breaks. You remember her breaking up with her boyfriend Jaehyun– they dated for a couple of months last year before he had to move away and a long distance relationship wasn’t something either of them was willing to put each other through– but that time, it was in the comfort of her bedroom and you watched the first season of Too hot to handle together after it was done to take her mind off things. You, however, don’t have much dating experience. Not a significant one anyway– you only dated in high school, and even though the boy you crowned your first in many things was sweet, you simply fell out of love with him after a few months and called it quits, with no tears shed and no hearts broken.
“I think I was just a rebound,” you get out in between your quiet sobs, the image of Renjun sitting at the cafeteria with Yunjin, his soft gaze offered to her as she leaned over the table and said something quietly to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek only further proving your claims.
And you guess you were the stupid one– you guess you were silly for thinking he was over his ex already, even if it’s been a couple of months since they broke up, even if he told you he didn’t miss her, but was sad to let go what they had– because the sweetness in his eyes when he looked at her hurt you more than you could’ve ever imagined, because you think you remember him looking at you like that the evening you dyed his hair black; you remember him looking at you like you hung up the stars on the sky, and you believed the gentle gaze– you believed there was something more than sex to it, you believed he felt the same feelings as the ones you’ve been harboring for the boy ever since you first hanged out at his place and watched Netflix with him to take his mind off the said girl.
Jimin doesn’t ask any questions– she knows you’ll tell her eventually, you just need comfort right now. Sniffling as you try to come down from the heartbreak you’ve caused yourself, you groggily get out a sentence that hurts to say out loud perhaps the most from the feelings freely roaming around your brain. “I don’t think it meant anything to him– I– I don’t think I meant anything to him.”
As if to torture yourself even more, the images of you two getting closer over the time flash through your brain– and you wonder if you were just lying to yourself the whole time. If his words weren’t what he made them out to be, if his gentle nature that overtook him when you were around was just him treating you as one of his friends. If he hooked up with you only because he was horny, and not because he cared for you enough to want to explore you further, deeper– if you were the only one in it for something more, if he was just keeping himself busy while trying to get over his ex.
And much like that time at the party, where he held you close and spent the whole night pretty much glued to your side, right in front of everyone’s eyes, you wonder if you just fulfilled your purpose in his life.
“Shh,” the girl shushes you out of your self-destructive thoughts, still not getting any context on what happened, but being there for you anyway, “let’s just watch something, okay? We have the whole day off to ourselves, let’s watch this new anime I’ve been eyeing, what do you say?” she mumbles, seeing as you tiredly nod and she affectionately squishes your cheeks together, leading you towards the living room.
If you weren’t so numb right now, you’d even giggle. Jimin doesn’t watch anime– the amount of reality TV she watches is quite concerning sometimes– and her effort to aimlessly search through the internet for the first episode of an anime she randomly saw on Tiktok one day and thought would suit your watching style both amuses you and makes your heart warm just a little. Indulging in TV series is one of the only coping mechanisms either of you can ever come up with, it seems.
When the opening credits roll, you hear your phone’s notification sound pop up, your hand reaching for the device. You don’t even get an opportunity to look at who is texting you before your roommate snatches the phone out of your hand, swipes across the screen and turns it off with one swift motion, forcing you to focus on the animation going on the TV.
Sometimes, all you need is your caring roommate to take over everything. Today, more than ever, you’re more than willing to give yourself into her hands.
After that, you do what you think anyone in your situation would (or wouldn’t do, to be precise). You don’t text Huang Renjun random things throughout the day like you used to– you no longer laugh at weird memes he finds funny with him and you no longer read his texts that are full of random complaining, mostly about his roommate Donghyuck, throughout the day. You don’t meet him to work on the project together. It’s almost done and you still have time– you are planning on just finishing it by yourself and turning it in on the day it’s due, with no contact with the male. You also don’t call him when you’re walking home alone in the late hours of the evening, scared and yearning to find comfort in his saccharine words. You don’t even look at his messages– he sent you multiple– only letting yourself to check the contact name before you swipe the notification away without giving it much thought, making yourself ignore all of his calls the moment you hear your ringtone go off. Worst of all, you don’t even attend class anymore. You’re glad for the past you that managed to attend every single class, because now, you have more than enough absences to use up before the semester ends and you go on spring break.
You do everything in your power to erase him out of your life. It takes an admirable amount of self-control, you must admit.
And sometimes, it even feels silly. It feels stupid to react so much to seeing him with his ex girlfriend, because frankly, you two weren’t dating. No amount of touches, gentle words, hang-outs after the sun sets and intimacy means that you are a couple; it didn’t matter that you opened up to him so much when neither of you confirmed to this being inclusive. The day before you dyed his hair back, you two were just good friends, after all. Sex didn’t change anything– even though you thought it would.
And maybe that’s what’s making you feel even more angstier about the whole thing. You gave him every last ounce of yourself you had, every inch of your body, from the inside out– so now, you feel thrown away, as if you were useless.
The cold nights slowly turn into warmer evenings, birds chirping outside waking you up in the mornings even more reminding you of the man you lost somewhere along the way. Spring was the favorite season of you both, but somewhere deep inside of you, you’re starting to dread it. Maybe it’s the fact that you were yearning for a new beginning for yourself in spring; for something to be born seemingly out of nothing– but it seems like you are supposed to bloom by yourself now, and you’re finding it harder than ever.
It’s the beginning of the second week of March. Warm sunlight makes your feet spring up from your bed in the early morning, forcing you to take a walk. You’ve gotten used to going on these, as many call it, ‘mental health walks’ lately– you read on the internet that they help your mood, and even though it’s a slow progress, you’re willing to try anything, at this point.
You chose a fixed destination you walk to every other day. It’s on the opposite side of the campus– where the Science buildings are– and you would be lying to yourself and everyone if you said you didn’t carefully craft the journey so you wouldn’t get in contact with the man you’ve been trying to avoid for the last two and a half weeks. It’s far away from your apartment, and even further away from his. There’s no reason for him to visit those parts of the campus, and you find comfort in the fact.
Finding a bench under a cherry blossom tree– it’s slowly starting to wilt these days– you sit in silence for a while on some days, and on others, you put in your earphones and watch the world around you go by without you moving a single finger, trying to find comfort in the fact.
Listening to the playlist you made in the crack of dawn last night– Renjun always made fun of you for the fact that you once listed ‘making Spotify playlists’ as your hobby– you fall deep inside of your thoughts. When this happens, it’s hard to control your mind and think of something positive. The only thing left for you to do is to hope and pray you don’t spiral.
Why did it even matter so much to you anyway? It was just a kiss to his cheek. It’s not like you caught them in the act…
However, still, the image of them looking so comfortable together broke your heart; because somewhere along the way, you thought he’d always feel resentment towards the girl. She broke his trust, she made him feel worthless, and it was left for you to take all those broken pieces of him and glue them back together. You didn’t realize it back then, but just the fact that you didn’t give up on him back when he was being difficult was enough for the boy to feel at least a little better again. Your nagging, yet silent acts of meeting him somewhere in the middle, even on his worst days, was a source of comfort for him. And after a while, you started noticing that– you started noticing him warming up to you every time you met, you started noticing his gratitude towards you in the little acts of service he brought with himself when he bought you snacks or texted you if you came home safely after your meetings.
You guess that seeing Yunjin talking so freely with him, seeing her kiss his cheek with such tenderness, made you feel so deeply, easily replaceable in his life. You guess you always feel like that with everyone anyway. It’s a bad habit you find hard to break– maybe you too, just need someone to be patient with you while you heal.
“What are you listening to?” you hear a voice, tone close to honey, ask from the place next to you. It makes you jump in terror, both from recognising it so easily and from not expecting him to find you here, so far away from everything, as you look at him with surprised eyes.
You don’t know what it is that keeps you silent. Perhaps it’s surprise. Perhaps it’s pettiness. Perhaps it’s shame.
The feeling makes you stiff in silence, everything in you refusing to respond to his sudden casualty. “Okay, I’ll just stalk your listening activity on Spotify when I come home again, then,” he shrugs, his uninhibited demeanor making you boil inside. You feel like your insides are on fire, you feel like the whole world came crashing down on you because of mere seconds of seeing him with someone that he once held so dear to his heart, making you feel replaced and forgotten, and yet, he comes to you so easily and doesn’t even acknowledge your hurt?
“What are you doing here?” you ask, voice soulless as you turn your music off and put your tangled earphones into your jacket pocket, finally choosing to recognise his presence.
“Talking to you,” he shrugs, “I… brought you coffee,” he smiles, showing you the Starbucks take-out cardboard holding two drinks together, one iced americano and one caramel latte, the sight making your heart warm up quite dangerously at the thought that after all this time, he got your coffee order down, he noticed you sweetening your drinks, and he remembered.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you scoff. “How did you know I’d be here?”
The man shrugs. “I didn’t, at first. I… I came to your apartment to talk to you, but Jimin said you weren’t home, so after a few minutes of begging her to tell me where I could find you, she gave up and sent me here.”
You guess you’ll have to have a serious talk with your roommate when you come home.
“Why… why are you here, then?” you ask, still feeling the bitter pettines on your tongue when the words escape your mouth.
“Well,” he starts, taking a deep breath in, collecting his thoughts, “at first I thought I’d give you space. I thought you didn’t want to talk with anyone and you kept ignoring my texts and calls, so I texted Jimin to ask if you were okay, and when she told me you were doing fine, I figured it had to do something with me. And then– and then I thought I’d give you some space, since you looked like you needed some, but… but I think I need to face the problem now, since it’s clearly… something big, you know…”
It’s undeniable that Huang Renjun is quite the smart individual. His ability to instantly sense your emotions and decipher the meaning behind them never fails to catch you off guard, though.
Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you suddenly notice the nerves he tried to mask by fake casualty. He keeps chewing on his bottom lip and he’s picking at his cuticles so hard you think they’ll bleed at any minute, his frame small and hesitant as he turns away from you, afraid to meet your eyes. He looks so, so guilty, and you suddenly feel stupid for making such a big deal out of something that shouldn’t have mattered to you in the first place.
“What… What did I do to hurt you?” he asks, voice barely louder than a whisper. “Because you must be hurt, if you’re avoiding me this much.”
Taking a deep breath in, you shake your head at the whole situation. He’s right, though– perhaps it’s time to finally face your problems now, so you can move on. Maybe this closure is what you need, maybe you need to hear it from him– to hear that it didn’t mean anything to him, to hear that Yunjin apologized and he’s gonna get back together with her, because somehow, your brain convinced you this was the case– to finally let him go and stop mourning something that was never there in the first place. “I–”
Your words fail you.
“Do you… regret it?” he asks, voice so small you almost don’t hear him.
The sentence takes you off guard. Looking at him, you can’t even bring yourself to speak, confused eyes roaming over his tense features. Opening up your mouth to ask for clarification, he mumbles again before you get a chance to speak. “Do you regret sleeping with me?”
Blinking at him a few times, a crease appearing in between your eyebrows, you shake your head. Is this really what was running through his brain? Is this why he left you alone for more than two weeks? Because suddenly, it makes sense– the way he gave you space and let you avoid him for two weeks before he came to find you in person– but again, this is not at all what was running through your brain all these days. Never once did you regret what you two did, no matter how shitty you’re feeling about it now after your brain convinced you of things that weren’t even real in the first place. “No,” you simply say.
A hint of relief washes over his face, his shoulders relaxing just the tiniest bit– it looks like this was what he’s been scared of the most; it looks like he feared he hurt you in this way. Still, he insists on talking it out once and for all. “What is it, then?”
Shameful to meet his eyes, you point your gaze towards your feet. Convincing yourself that your feelings are valid and that you were right to feel the way you do, the same way you did to him all those weeks ago at the stairs in front of the university building, you confess to your worries. “I saw you with Yunjin the other day.”
Now it’s his time to stay silent, and somehow, your brain can’t find a way to deal with not getting a response from him, so you ramble to cope. “At the cafeteria, I mean. I– I wanted to surprise you, and you said you were getting lunch alone and I was at the campus, so I thought I’d come to keep you company, but then… then I saw you with her, and you two seemed so comfortable together, so close, and then she kissed your cheek and it made me… it made me feel like… like you maybe wanted to get back together with her, or something…?”
“And really, it’s fine, if you want to do that, I guess I just… for the sake of both of us, or maybe just me, I think… I think it’s better for me to keep my distance from you, then.”
Watching as his expression shifts to one full of disbelief, you swear that what you want the most in this moment is to disappear. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me those past two weeks?” he asks.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, suddenly feeling insanely silly and unreasonable when you say all of those things out loud, you avert your gaze from him, pointing it somewhere into the distance.
“Is this really it?” he asks again, insisting, full of disbelief. “You made me feel like you regretted having sex with me, and this is it?” he chuckles, and you don’t know if it’s because he’s looking down on you, or if he just truly finds the situation funny.
“Look, I–”
“Fuck, Y/N,” he gets out, looking as if every nerve and stress in his body finally let go, relief washing over his face like waterfalls, “I was so scared, and this is what’s been bugging you?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief as he runs his hands through his hair. “She came to apologize to me. Not that it mattered something to me, and not that it made any difference, but I didn’t have it in me to tell her to fuck herself, you know? That’s what you saw. She told me she wishes me well and that she hopes I find joy in someone else too. She didn’t even– she didn’t even sit with me at lunch. She went to eat with her boyfriend.”
And here it is– the inevitable notion of shame intensifies. Finally having the explanation you’ve been wanting to hear, but purposefully avoiding for two weeks; finally feeling relief in your chest, your worries escaping out like the summer wind, and even though you should be happy, you can’t even bring yourself to meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble.
“No, I mean– it’s just… I’m sorry too, it’s just…” he trails off, making you look at him with examining eyes, eyebrows raised in question. You don’t really know what he’s apologizing for. Maybe for leaving you space even though he was convinced that’s what you needed– had he approached you earlier, you wouldn’t have to avoid him for two weeks.
“It’s just…?”
“I find it ironic how you thought I wanted to get back together with her, when in reality… you were the one I wanted to get together with in the first place, you know?” he asks, and if you squint hard enough, you could still see hints of nervousness in his body when he asks the rhetorical question, soft eyes scanning your face when your eyes meet.
“Oh,” you hum, mouth agape in surprise.
“Yeah,” he nods, lips pressed into a thin line, “cause I like you… like, a lot, actually, so…” he mumbles, the confession reminding you of your first weeks with Renjun– tense and awkward, but with a promise of something new the more you got to know him.
“Oh,” you repeat again, your brain still not catching up to the situation.
Suddenly, the two weeks of avoidance feel even more silly. You don’t know what happened in you to cause this much distress for the both of you, but you’re filled with delight with the fact that even though you expected him to get mad at you– to call you unreasonable, maybe even a little stupid– he seems to be understanding of your emotions. He seems to accept them, willing to put up with them and everything that requires of him; he seems to be willing to find you even at the end of the world and try to get you back into his life. Because only god knows how much he appreciates your presence in it.
“So…” he mumbles, a silent question hanging in the air, making you realize you were too caught up in your thoughts to really give him an answer.
“I… I like you too, if that… wasn’t obvious,” you snicker, shrugging as a wide smile spreads across your cheeks. The words fall a little bashfully off your tongue, the confession ringing strangely in your ears, but you don’t mind the little uncomfort the shyness in your demeanor brings you.
There are no long confessions, no deep words of love. Once again, Huang Renjun is a man of few words– he shows you his care through actions.
He finds you when you’re avoiding him. He makes sure you get home safe. He tries hard to work with you on a project he originally wanted to avoid, only because he notices you finding interest in it, your passion slowly sparking up his.
He keeps annoying the publicist of your favorite author for a week straight to let you make an interview with her, even though he got declined twice over an email with messages filled with bitter and annoyed words. He remembers your coffee order and he invites you to hang out with his friends to show you that you are now a part of his circle, that you are one of his close ones. He lets you make fun of him with your roommate, but doesn’t give you the same treatment he gives Donghyuck when he tries to bully him. He sends you all the cat pictures he gets from his friend Taeyong, sometimes even asking for some when he hasn’t sent you ones in too long, and he also thinks of you any time he sees the snow– because he gets reminded of the walk you two had in the midst of the snowflakes, even though you hate the cold.
He reads your favorite book and finds pieces of you scattered all across the pages, he feels his love for you in the poetic words and metaphors hidden in the plot. He lets you dye his hair to signify that a part of his life is now over and a new one started– with you being the main actor of the subtle metamorphosis as he slowly shifts back into his old self, yet now a little wiser.
He is a man of few words, affection coating them only sometimes, when he reassures you over a mug of hot tea in the evenings before you present your assignments in class and when you get too scared of crowded places; but somehow, the words he keeps to himself translate to you despite not being spoken.
In the beams of the warm sun, you gravitate to him like you’re two planets in the solar system, always sharing the same space. And when his smile meets yours in another kiss, you think that after all, you get the kind of new beginning you wanted in spring.
You and Huang Renjun may be the prime example that love, just like cherry blossoms, always blooms in patience.
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workout agenda ー jjk
☁️ genre: M(18+), smut, best friends to lovers kinda? fluff at the end
☁️ pairings: personal trainer!best friend!jungkook x fem!reader; also jimin and hobi are mentioned.
☁️ warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!jungkook, praise kink, loads of cursing, creampie. i don't know what else to add lmao help
☁️ word count: 2,7k
☁️ author's note: hi, wow. first time ever writing smut, so enjoy i guess? this is the definition of "that escalated quickly" and i'm aware of that. also this jungkook has me weak bye. lemme know if you would like a part two hehe.
Having a personal trainer as a best friend definitely had its perks - like the fact that, this said best friend, would constantly beg you to let him coach you for just one workout. But knowing him, giving in would mean working out every day and you enjoyed your life as it was.
"Please, please Y/N, just this time! I won't ask you anymore, I promise."
Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin and you were sitting in a café for a "study date" - which resulted in more talking than studying, and Hoseok bursting out in laughter when you started putting real effort into your assignments.
You took a sip of your chai latte and glared at the dark-haired man sitting right in front of you.
"He's at it again, such a child." Jimin shook his head, eyes focused on the screen of his laptop, and an amused smile on his lips.
"Kookie, we talked about this." You sighed, already knowing his response. "I am not working out with you."
"Dang it!" He sat back on his chair - its wooden material screeching as he put all of his weight on it - and this gained a giggle from Hoseok who was watching some dancing videos on YouTube.
"Y/N, you know that he won't give up until you say yes to him." He said diverting his attention from the phone screen to you.
"Come on, Hobi, you should be on my side." You responded, acting exhausted although you were mostly exaggerating your reactions.
He shrugged and looked back at his phone - that's when you felt Jungkook's gaze on you and, when you finally looked at him, his expression had entirely altered. He was pouting, his chin rested on both his hands, and he was fluttering his eyes trying to persuade you.
"Once again, I am not working out with you, Kookie!"
So there you were, walking on the treadmill in Jungkook's personal gym to warm your body up. After weeks of pestering, Jungkook had finally succeeded in convincing you.
However, your eyes weren’t particularly attentive to the small digits showing your heartbeat, or the minutes you had passed on the equipment, but were interested in something more appealing.
Jeon Jungkook was a literal god. He was wearing a tank top - that fit his body too perfectly - exposing his beefy arms covered with tattoos, which you had counted numerous times. His wavy jet-black hair was held in a low ponytail and some strands of his locks flawlessly fell on his forehead.
Everything about him was perfect in a way you could not comprehend - you almost felt dumb, crushing over your best friend. However, you had been doing that for years.
Sometimes - or maybe too many times - you imagined how his biceps would feel, and how his fit body would look standing atop of you, wavy hair framing his pretty face.
Was it okay for you to be thinking these dirty things? Was it okay to be feeling this heat between your legs whenever you watched him do pull-ups?
“So have you warmed up enough?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately locked eyes with him, nodding in response before stopping the treadmill. He always had this gentle and calm manner of talking to you while looking so fucking good, and this nearly upset you - like, he had no reasoning being this hot.
"What? Should I do a thirty-minute warm-up like you?" You raised an eyebrow, teasing him.
Jungkook laughed and decided to tease you back. "You wish."
You gasped, faking disbelief as you poked his side - a spot you knew was very ticklish - making him giggle even more. You gazed in awe as he laughed, his eyes squinting.
“Alright, alright, let’s start with a simple sumo squat. Let me grab the resistance bands.”
You watched him retrieve the equipment and admired his back muscles tense as he reached for a box in an upper shelf, where he kept all the additional gear needed for certain exercises. You were staring - and he knew. In fact, you were both pretty aware of the thing going on between the two of you since freshman year.
You tried to act innocent, prettily smiling at him and nodding in agreement to everything he said, giving him thumbs up when he corrected your posture, indeed trying hard not to show what you truly felt. The truth was that you had no idea how to tell him and - “Jungkook, please fuck me” probably wasn’t the best way to confess to your long-term best friend.
“There you go.” He handed you the resistance bands, and you quickly wore them just above your knees.
“Man, what took you so long?" You scoffed, yet again acting annoyed. It was an inside joke between the two of you, you didn't get offended when the other acted like this: it was strange but unique.
You started the exercise, by squatting down and up with slow and steady movements. He was right beside you, arms crossed enhancing his biceps and head slightly tilted to the right. You glimpsed at the large mirror on your left, making sure he didn’t notice you gazing at him from time to time.
His dark-chocolate eyes observed you, analyzing each one of your movements and biting his lower lip. He always did that when he was focused, but it truly drove you crazy.
“Try widening your knees more, and keep that back arched or you will definitely kill your lower back.”
His tone was calm and focused and you liked how professional he was. He was really passionate about his job, in fact, Jungkook was one of the best personal trainers in Seoul and had made a name for himself.
Clients loved him because, instead of shouting at them as many others did, he made everyone feel comfortable and enforced their confidence never once doubting them.
His duality baffled you - one minute he was smiling and being adorable, acting like a cute puppy, and the other his whole expression would completely shift and you would notice a different light in his eyes.
“Like this?” You innocently questioned, although you very well knew what you were doing. You then arched your back more - way more, exposing the roundness of your butt.
You heard him nervously chuckle. "Y/N, you will break your back."
Jungkook was fairly amused, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing. You acted all annoyed and bothered - but now there you were trying to show off to him.
“Here, let me just…” He got closer to you - close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your shoulder. He was taller than you, so he had to somehow bend down a little and it made you feel trapped. One hand rested on your right hip, while the other was cautiously placed on your abdomen: his hands were rough - due to the multiple calluses, he had - yet his touch felt extremely soft.
Your throat had dried up, and you had helplessly tried to seem unaffected by his closeness. But in spite of that, you couldn’t deny to yourself how fast your heart was beating, and how the spots he was touching had started to heat up.
"Did you buy this set just for today?" He was referring to your outfit: you were wearing a light blue sports bra and matching leggings that complimented your curves - and yes, you had obviously bought it for him.
"No, I bought this like a year ago."
"You? Owning gym wear?" He slightly chuckled, knowing you weren't the type to hit the gym daily.
"There are some things you don't know about me, Jeon Jungkook." You stated trying to sound as playful as before, but he had noticed a change in your tone.
"Oh, really?"
You nodded and started moving again as he guided you, holding you firmly. You unsuccessfully attempted to focus on the movements, and not on the scent of his cologne nor the fact that his chest was now pressed against your back.
"Like the fact that you are begging me to fuck you right now?" He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe as his breath sent tingles down your spine.
"Probably." You managed to answer - almost completely out of breath - not knowing if it was from the workout or from the way he was tightening his grip on you.
"Fuck, can I kiss you?" He sounded almost desperate. "Because I will fucking do it now if you are okay with it."
You wasted no time, turning on your heels to finally face him and, locking your arms around his shoulders, pulled him toward you. Your lips crashed in a mixed kiss - there was neediness, tenderness, and excitement, all combined as you finally got to know how he tasted.
"Shit, I've wanted this for so long." He managed to affirm as he briefly detached from you, before kissing you again. "For so fucking long."
He proceeded to effortlessly lift you up, hands squeezing your butt as he walked across the room, not even knowing where to go himself. Jungkook then spotted the desk he used to create his own workouts, and carefully placed you on it, lips never leaving yours.
"W-Wait, Kookie." You extended your arms forward, gently pulling him away from you. You finally caught your breath, your lungs relaxing.
His expression shifted - he seemed worried.
"Fuck, Y/N, I'm- I'm so sorry." He mumbled, running his hands through his perfectly combed hair, ruining it. "I got carried away, and didn't think that- that maybe this wasn't okay for you."
Typical Jungkook. He was so selfless, always putting other people's benefits in front of his own, worrying that what he did might upset someone. A smile depicted on your face - he was adorable.
"Kookie, I want this more than you think." You intertwined your legs around his torso, pushing him towards you so that he was now on top of you, biceps tensed to keep himself from crushing you.
His eyes widened in surprise, and you reached for his cheek gently stroking it. "You're so cute when you get flustered, you know?"
"And you look ravishing right now, you know?" He mimicked you, embarrassment having completely left him as he literally devoured you with his eyes. "So pretty, all dressed up for me."
Then, yet again, his lips were on yours but now his hands were exploring your body: a hand cupped one of your breasts as the other buried in your hair. There was something different about his touch: it was like he was yearning for you like he was craving for more with every passing second.
You hurriedly reached for his tank top, unsuccessfully trying to pull it up - so Jungkook helped you by taking it off, exposing his chest. You couldn't help but trace every perfect line on his abdomen, wanting to kiss him all over. You had seen him shirtless, but it didn't feel the same.
His attention shifted from your lips to your neck, where he started leaving a trail of wet kisses before stopping just above your breasts. He gave you a questioning look, and you nodded. At this point, you would have agreed to everything he wanted to do to you.
He lifted your sports bra up, exposing your hardened nipples and you promptly blushed, feeling overwhelmed. Reality hit you like a high-speed train: you were about to have sex with Jeon Jungkook, and he had just seen your boobs.
"Getting all flustered, aren't you?"
You blushed, covering your eyes with your palms - you felt so exposed and yet you totally liked it. You peeked through your fingers, watching as Jungkook took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.
You moaned - mouth agape and body completely on fire - and you instinctively yanked his hair, pulling away the hairband that held them together. His locks tickled your skin as he played with your breasts for a little longer, crotch rubbing against your thigh.
"Fuck, Kookie, I want you now." You whined, the heat between your legs now unbearable, pussy begging for some friction.
"So eager. If you ask me nicely, maybe I'll give you what you want."
He laid a few kisses on your ribs, then on your stomach, and then stopped as he was looming over the lower abdomen. A smirk appeared on his lips, seeing you squirming under him was driving him crazy, so he playfully blew on your belly - just to tease you.
"Kookie- fuck, please I want your cock. Please, Jungkook, fuck me."
"Such a good girl." He breathed out, before pulling down both your leggings and your panties. He groaned as he admired your exposed cunt. "You are so wet for me already, princess."
The name he had just called you made your heart lose a beat, and you swiftly closed your legs, feeling your pussy pulsate. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, having never seen you so vulnerable, and grabbed both your knees to open your legs yet again.
"Shit, you are so pretty, Y/N."
If that was what Heavens felt, then you wanted to die every day. Jungkook's mouth was on your pussy, eating you out: he licked the length of your cunt, gently sucking on your clitoris, gaining lovable moans from you. You yanked your head back, as you grasped his hair, pleasuring tears blurring your vision.
His lips were soft, and he made sure to do everything to make you feel good. You were absolutely stunning - and he craved more.
"F-fuck, fuck me, please."
You groaned when you felt his lips detach from your pussy, fresh air tingling your bare skin. You were trying to catch your breath when you felt him thrust into you - without any warning. He stretched your walls and although it initially stung a bit, his cock felt too good.
"Shit- I couldn't wait any longer." He murmured in your ear, strong arms embracing you, holding you tight. You hugged him back, feeling him closer than ever. It all felt... warm.
He started pounding into you, keeping the same rhythm as he moaned into your ear. You felt light-headed as he fucked you harder, starting to lose all sense. You were now moaning uncontrollably, and Jungkook enjoyed every bit of it.
"You love it, huh? How I am fucking you dumb?"
He pulled away from the embrace, using his core muscles to raise himself slightly. He then grabbed you by the ankle, bringing your leg over his shoulder.
"Oh- Fuck, Jungkook!"
It was so deep, waves of pure pleasure had started running all over your body. You were now probably drooling, too.
"So good- it feels so good, Kookie."
Jungkook was now hugging your leg, brows furrowed, and head lowered down. His hair was completely hiding his expression, but you could hear his groans as he thrust harder and harder.
"You're so good- Y/N, so fucking good for me." He bit the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a big purple mark before looking directly at you. "Look at me, I want you to look at me. Can I cum- Can I cum inside of you?"
You nodded in agreement, as you were reaching your high, feeling your muscles tense.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cursed in a high-pitched voice as you cummed on his cock, spasms of pure bliss pulsating through you. After a few more thrusts, Jungkook let out a loud moan, cock twitching inside of you.
"God - Oh my fucking God." He deeply exhaled, body relaxing onto yours as he kept his cock where it belonged, while you were still sobbing from the fireworks of pleasure. Jungkook made sure not to crush you, putting his weight on the elbows.
He looked at you, a tender smile on his lips and dark eyes full of love. You wished you could have taken a picture of this moment to keep it forever: drops of sweat streaming down his arms, plump lips, some strands of hair attached to his forehead - he was beautiful.
"I love you." He tapped the tip of your nose, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
You smiled, cupping his cheeks with your hands, before squeezing them a little.
"I love you too, but you know, next time you want to fuck me, just tell me."
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BACK TO YOU — idol!yu jimin x idol!reader
warnings: 5th member reader slight yunjin x reader
the heat from the stage soaked into your skin, you can feel the body heat radiating from the number of people on the stage, you stood still while every idol known to exist moved around on the stage trying to get comfortable in this uncomfortable space.
you felt slightly weak, the dancing from your performance catching up to you, you look into the crowd and see the faces of multiple fans screaming trying to get anyone’s attention, sometimes you wonder if you hadn’t become an idol, what would you be doing?
a nudge snaps you out of your thoughts , you turned to group member yizhuo, she smiles at you and links her arm with yours smiling at you, you smile back at her leaning a little bit of your weight on her.
you felt a tug of your hair, you turn around to see your leader jimin, she smiles at you and you hesitantly return it, you don’t understand her sometimes, one day she’s hot and the next she’s cold.
you both have been in an ongoing situationship since your trainee days, it’s hard being so inlove with someone but they’re so difficult, it’s like every time you guys get close to being official she pulls back and distances herself with you, both on and off camera.
you lightly shake your head at your thoughts, your snapped out of them when you hear a big scream.
you jump slightly, when you see the blonde haired girl running towards, you smile when you realize who it was all the stress that was in your body releasing when her arms wrap around you.
her warmth surrounds you, you let out sigh when you feel her squeeze you gently, her warmth breath hitting your ear, “I missed you.” she whispers gently.
“I missed you too.” you whisper back before feeling the warmth leave you as she released the hug.
the sound of a throat being cleared is what snaps you out of your slight daze, you turn around to see your four members staring at the two of you.
your eyes widened, “oh!” you grab yunjins hand and bring her slightly closer to you, “you guys know yunjin right?”
the first one to smile is yizhuo, “it’s nice to see you again.”
aeri follows, “yeah, so good to see you.” she smiles at the slightly taller girl.
“yeah old roomie.” minjeong joines in, laughing at her own joke.
everyone turns to look at jimin who hasn’t said anything yet, she looks at you guys confused before it hits her, “oh!” she bows. “sorry, it’s good to see you again.” she smiles at the blonde girl.
but you can tell it’s fake, it’s obvious.
“nice to see you guys too.” yunjin says enthusiastically, instantly killing the awkward atmosphere that was caused the leader. “I just wanted to say hi to yn.” she says wrapping an arm around you, “I’ve missed her.”
the girls excluding jimin who seem to focused on yunjins arm around you, nodded their heads understandingly, it’s known that you an yunjin are pretty close friends.
after catching up with each other, it was sadly yunjin time to get back to her group, but she didn’t leave without giving you another hug and a kiss on your cheek.
yizhuo nudges you playfully but all you do is roll your eyes before turning to your leader.
“hey, what time do we leave?” but you get no response, there it is, the coldness.
“hey, what time do we leave.” aeri asks the leader repeating your words to the girl.
jimin smiles at replies, “soon.” is all she says.
you furrowed your eyebrows at her, is she seriously doing this? ignoring you?
she ignored you for the rest of night.
yizhuo, aeri and minjeong got settled in their rooms and it was now only you and jimin sitting on the couch watching the tv.
it was awkward to say the least, after the award show, she acted like you didn’t exist only conversing with the three other girls and when you tried to talk to her you were ignored.
it was annoying.
this is the first time that you’re genuinely annoyed.
“what is your problem?” you ask harshly, turning your body the girl sitting on the other side of the couch.
“not right now yn.” she muttered keeping her gaze on the tv.
“no.” you grab the controller and turned it off, “we’re gonna talk about this what’s your problem?”
“why are you being so…” you trail off, “I don’t even know how to explain it.”
the dark haired girl rolls her eyes at you, “gosh yn, are you really that stupid?”
she turns around facing you as well, “you don’t know why I’m acting like this?” she asks harshly, “like you weren’t throwing yourself at yunjin like some attention seeker.”
you look at her in disbelief, “attention seeker?”
“yes yn, an attention seeker, want me to spell it out for you?”
“how?” you ask, “how am I being an attention seeker.”
“like I said before you were literally throwing yourself at her.” she say’s standing up from the couch, “acting as if you don’t already have a relationship, right in front of me in fact.”
you stand up as well, is she serious, “the thing is jimin, I don’t have a relationship, how am I supposed to act like this is a relationship when you don’t even act like it.”
for years all she does is love bomb you and then act cold, it’s an ongoing cycle and she’s the one that wants you acting like it’s a relationship?
she looks at you saying nothing, clenching her jaw because she knows you’re right and what does she do when you’re about to hit your breaking point?
jimin walks closer to you and wraps you in a hug, pulling you into her coldness, even her breath is cold when she whispers “I’m sorry, I just get so jealous.” she says pressing a kiss to the side of your head, it was like a switch just like that she had you back in her arms.
you hesitate to say something what do you do?
you don’t even get the chance to say anything before jimin is cupping your face in her hands and pressing her lips against yours.
like the idiot you are you melt into it, wrapping your arms around her neck kissing her back.
what snaps you out of this is the feeling of her smiling against your lips, like she accomplished something.
you pull away immediately. “no.”
she raises a brow at you, “no?”
“no.” you say backing away from her, “I’m not doing this for the a thousandth time, I refuse.” you cringe at the sound of your shaky voice.
“oh really?” she asks sarcastically.
“yes.” you say immediately, “I’m done jimin.” you turn around heading to your room but stops at her voice.
“you’ll come back yn, you always do.”
you let out a sigh and head into your room.
I know that.
you know that and you know there’s nothing you can do about it.
#aespa x reader#aespa x fem reader#yu jimin x reader#karina x reader#Karina aespa x reader#girl group imagines#huh yunjin x reader#lesserafim x reader#aespa angst
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Fan service
Just going through my 5GBs/800 images and vids in (just) my Jikook folder and noticed a lot... A LOT of fan service type images and stuff. Staggering. The amount of thoughtfulness and preparation Jungkook and Jimin have done for us through the years, sacrificing themselves all in the name of fan service...
Like this obviously staged and scripted reaction from Jungkook, sitting there waiting for Jimin to show up in comments:
Actually, go look at almost any of JK's lives and see him performing flawlessly. The timing is impeccable, how he spots Jimin's comments is 🔥 level reflexes.
This ultimate fan service live when Jungkook set up an hour and a half of fan servicing about Jimin:
Of course the fan service has been going on for YEARS...
This fleeting moment that someone snapped for fan service:
Was it Tae or Hobi that snapped the pic? We'll never know, they didn't bother to take a pic of themselves during this gorgeous sunset with either of these guys because... it was only for fan service.
And this random Instragram person who was in on the fan service agenda, and JK with the eagle eyes finding it amongst the 100s of 1000s of questions/comments:
I wonder if maybe he telepathed some questions out to the universe so these people from all over the place would know what to ask/say, like secret code shit?
And H.E.R. doing her part in fan service, its great to have willing participants for your fan service agenda:
I bet she's done this before too.
And of course this ultimate, elaborate and expensive fan service weekend getaway... anything for the fans:
The best part about it is, Jungkook didn't tell Jimin he was filming all this for fan service. Made him stay in a hotel room with no privacy in the bathroom in a hotel that caters to couples... the lengths... the sacrifices... bless them.
And here they are again, the never ending fan service, so tiring:
I bet they staged the entire Jack in the Box listening party just for jikook fan service. I wouldn't be surprised. Rented out the top floor of the HYBE building, catered it, all for fan service.
The general public is in on the fan service too. A random person taking sneaky fan service pics, great timing and teamwork:
And this random person too in on the sneaky fan service agenda, everyone playing their part in the charade:
This was one of many photos from this particular dinner (fake) date with non-celeb friends.
The general public really are the stars of fan service:
Another (fake) restaurant date but this time with other celeb friends.
But the eyes on the back of JK's head seeing his cue for FS? 💀:
How can he see through his hair though? That's my question. Sheer talent! 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥
And JK's eyes on his face automatically performing fan service, must be muscle memory or something:
And his hands too, more muscle memory from all that fan service practice:
I can visualize it now... "Jimin, hold still, I need to practice feeling you up, stop squirming, I'm gonna have to use those handcuffs you brought home if you don't stop trying to get away..." um... wait... that went a little too far...
Anyway...
And this pre-planned-the-night-before fan service, they are such professionals always thinking of fan service, practicing, perfecting...I wonder how many times they had to do THIS to get it just right? :
I could say a lot here about "practice makes perfect" but I will refrain...
Hobi going off-script here taking Jimin by surprise... maybe it was something Jimin and Jungkook were practicing for fan service and Hobi almost spilled the beans?
And this ingeniously pre-programed mechanical ear reaction fan service...so clever:
This happy-as-shit-to-be-going-overseas fan service, JK and his fake bouncy happiness, Oscar-worthy. I wonder if they practiced in the car on the way to the airport:
The general public doing that fan service shit again... wonder how much they get paid for this? I want in on it:
Jungkook telling Jimin, "we have to go around a bunch of times to make sure that random person gets it right."
It's never ending, 24/7 fan service with these two. It must be very time consuming to come up with new fan service moments. I wonder what they will show us next?
[please read the tags for heavens sakes]
#fan service#jikook#24/7#every bit of this was sarcasm#i just want to give these moments the real adoration they deserve#IT WAS NEVER FAN SERVICE#i don't normally post stuff like this#suddenly i am feeling less oppressed by the cult#and wanted to be a smartass about their distress#because they deserve it#yeah this whole post sort of got out of hand
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jeon jungkook being perfect was a fact you could vouch for; up until he appeared to church without his dear fiancée and his chocolate coloured eyes that delineated so much kindness. the question is—why is it just you noticing his sinister differences?
pairing : jungkook x you (as jia).
au(s) : vampire!jungkook, forced roommates!au, enemies to lovers!au.
genres : dark romance, mutual pining, slowburn, angst, innuendos of suggestive themes.
content : you tear down jungkook’s fake front of being the most generous soul without knowing he’s an attractive yet menacing curse who lived for way too long. on days you want him to vanish, you sway at his sickly charms—and so does he.
your relationship with jungkook tied into a playlist.
next chapter.
chapter directory.
masterlist.
chapter one.
word count : 4,6k.
“do you know of the man that lived here?”
here, the woods surround trees that must have been long forgotten before this investigation. brutal winds destroyed all nature’s roots, and no single soul can underestimate the darkness that could be held within. it’s the obnoxious flashlights at this time of night that’s disrupting the normalcy of this forest, but apart from that, nothing would.
this place is so dark—to the point it’s terrifying when you observe closely, but why is it only now you realise this? how come you didn’t recognise the fear behind the cover earlier, especially when you’ve been here… countless times?
“let me change the question,” the policeman continues to interrogate sternly, “how did you find this place?”
with a shaky breath stuck on your throat, you squeeze your eyes shut to collect yourself. in this moment for you too, it’s dark—exactly like the outside world—the place jeon jungkook used to shield you from.
“please cooperate with our investigation.”
“i—” you suddenly stop the second you feel a harsh thrashing in your chest. as if your heart is struggling for survival, knocking against your ribcage without knowing how much damage and havoc it’s causing, it slowly burns you, and the pain starts to radiate from your chest to the bottom of your feet—like you’re rooted to a pool of lava.
“call the ambulance!” the policeman’s voice is faint now, like it’s further in the distance.
then, a deafening ringing finds your ear, suppressing all noise outside. the high pitched noise living in your ear draws nearer, and when it does, the sound becomes more unbearable as the decibel gradually climbs uncontrollably.
it hurts.
it hurts like crazy.
your ears are on the verge of bursting while there’s a burning pain blossoming in your chest that’s spreading all across your body like poison.
what is this?
what’s happening?
why now?
with eyes at rest, you hear an unexpected gift—fine rain dropping down silvery and small, pattering against the dirt as umbrellas snap shut in the background of nature. petrichor—the perfume made of rain and the earth flourishes in the air, so you inhale through your nose and relax the muscles in your hands.
“jia!”
you turn your head at the voice that bent your reality in half. the picture your eyes grasp is an old childhood friend of yours, waving frantically in front of the gated cathedral. much time hasn’t passed since you exited from today’s mass, but as for your friend, he just happened to walk out now—in which you assume that he’s the last one out this afternoon.
“hey!” jimin exclaims, brushing through his hair instinctively as he comes. his hair was blonde last week, but today, it’s dark as ever. he does tend to shine the most in his natural colour. “you tossed those crutches away pretty quickly.”
“i never wanted them to begin with.”
“at least tell me you’re not actually dismissing medical advice.”
“i’m not.”
“are you sure?”
“i’m sure!”
“how sure?”
“what am i, a problem child?” you shake your head as you wiggle your right ankle for a show. the bandage clinging against your ankle loosens once again, but you’ve dealt with it enough to possibly care for it immediately. “i want to live peacefully and kindly. to do that, i should take care of myself.”
“wait a minute,” jimin dramatically covers his mouth. “you’re actually capable of having such thoughts?”
“thanks to my beautiful mother and father, i’ve been taught many good things.” with your lips firmly pursed, you nod at least five times in fast forward.
“and pat your own shoulder for teaching yourself to hang tight.” jimin suddenly becomes serious, seeing his eyes soften as he inhales a slow breath. “i was worried to death when this all happened to you.”
“just a reminder for you, my friend—this is a minor injury.” you mumble, “i’m sure you know that as a dancer yourself—that this is totally normal.”
“this isn’t your first time, jia.” jimin articulates. “the problem is that it’s recurring.”
“if that was really a huge problem, i would be more worried than you right now.” you coo while leaning forward, arms behind your back. “think about it, jimin.”
“you’re not the reliable, trustworthy type.” jimin quips. “how unlucky for you.” he steals the chance to flick you on the forehead, in which you immediately wince, bouncing back at the pain. “that’s for you to pay extra attention to yourself!” he warns playfully.
before you can smile and reassure your beloved friend that it’s truly normal to break down sometimes, you suddenly feel a crisp wind harshly slice your bare skin, naturally causing you to swallow the words you had in mind.
soon, the sky snaps into a heavier torrent of rain. blue is nowhere to be seen, only dull greyness painted across the heavens. each drop crackles; smacking down onto soil and concrete. the outside looks like it’ll drench you within seconds, especially after seeing that the downpour has no pause.
“did you hear that jeon jungkook funded the church with a generous amount again today?” unbothered by god’s work as she seems, mrs. na gossips loudly to the crowd.
“that young man sure does give out a lot of money.”
“i heard that he owns properties!”
“i heard he’s born in a very rich family.” one woman gasps exaggeratedly, slapping the shoulder of the other lady in her forties who’s also invested in this effusive debate.
“with that young brain of his, he’s probably making good investments unlike my husband wasting all of his money!”
“his fiancée is also rich!” mrs. kim exclaims obliviously. “that explains why they’re considering marriage at such a young age!”
you and jimin eye each other telepathically. he raises an eyebrow of his and you simply shrug your shoulders wordlessly since there’s only room for one conversation. however, feeling randomly magnetised, you and jimin remain still in your places to listen in on details—because even to the younger audience, jeon jungkook is a bit of a paradox.
though not completely debunked, you’ve heard that jeon jungkook crazily wealthy at the pretty age of 25. it’s no doubt he owns a few properties, but no one dares to ask if all that’s inherited or if it’s from meticulous calculations manufactured inside his head.
“the marriage is purely driven by my affection towards her.” just by hearing his deep, breathy voice, you could tell with eyes closed and back turned that he’s chuckling at the rather stereotypical emphasis.
“oh, jungkook!” mrs. kim exclaims enthusiastically yet awkwardly. she’s been caught in the act, but by a person who still smiles at her despite all the talking she’s done. “how is everything going for you?”
you see jungkook nodding beside his fiancée—nakamura kazuha. “great.” he peers down, smiling warmly at the eyes shot towards his existence. “only a shame since there’s never enough time to thank each and one of you.”
“goodness!” mrs. kim blooms into a loud laughter as she slaps the woman beside her in excitement. “how did your parents raise you so well!” she exclaims, openly eyeing the lady who has her arm linked with hers.
“i wonder!” the lady next to mrs. kim—mrs. gu, also mimics her laughter as if commanded. “are your parents living in korea?”
“not at the moment.” jungkook says. “they live somewhere else since they dislike our winter.”
“is that so?” another lady—a name you totally forgot, casually chirps into the conversation.
“and… hm?” jungkook leans his ear closer to kazuha’s lips to listen to her closely. he’s trying to finish the sentence for her as it seemed to be relevant to his story about his parents. “right, they also did say they prefer food outside of korea.” he smiles differently at the detail she remembered—you could tell that smile is exclusive for his lover, judging by how corny it is.
“you two are like newlyweds.” mrs. gu chuckles heartily. “did you say that kazuha is a ballerina?”
at mrs. gu’s last word, you feel jimin’s gaze plastered onto you. it’s not like her words were particularly laced with honey and glaze, but to you—especially—is unfortunately a soft trigger.
“is she?” mrs. kim gasps loudly like a cog clicked in her head. “our lovely jia is also a ballerina!” she turns her head in hopes of searching for someone that definitely looks like… you. “jia, sweetheart, come over here!”
heat crawls up into your body the moment you feel gazes piercing into you like arrows. a breath of nervousness was at the tip of your tongue until jimin shoves you airily, encouraging you to take a leap out of your sustained introverted personality.
“mrs. kim,” you smile helplessly at the unwanted attention in your spot. honestly, you feel even worse about it because you know how eager everyone was to hear more about jeon jungkook and his prosperities under magnification.
“come introduce yourself!” mrs. kim gestures to you to approach.
“mrs. kim!” you answer joyously like you were summoned out of absolutely nowhere. in fact, you decide to forget that you were eavesdropping this entire time with your childhood best friend. “how can i help?” you act obliviously the second you join their open, incomplete circle of people. you stand tall while subconsciously tensing your weaker ankle—at least in here, you desperately didn’t want to stumble over yourself.
jungkook offers his hand out to you. “forgive my lateness, but it really is a pleasure to meet you.” he breathes out, “my name is jungkook.”
this guy is outrightly handsome, almost prince-like with his soft, wavy strands framing his face. it’s either he takes style as one of his valuable coins or he’s dressed fittingly for the environment because his hair is sculpted, which can only be created with meticulous effort. the middle of his forehead is visible unlike jimin’s, but his hair falls in a much more intentional way with obvious complexity. his masculinity is preserved, if not, it’s actually enhanced. aside from that, most of his features are round, which should naturally attract smiles, but he’s still inevitably intimidating—like every prince in a fairytale. his choice of a pale blue button up shirt interests you further, simply because the guys you’ve run into so far would prefer monochromatic pieces. park jimin, for instance, would refuse to stand near such a gentle and graceful colour.
“not late at all.” you smile coolly as you take his hand. however, momentarily, you pause—you’re aware that you should be shaking his hand as per etiquette, but it was almost impossible to dismiss his cold temperature. your poker face is a massive failure alone anyway.
“jia,” jungkook murmuring his thoughts loudly to himself hangs you off guard. not only did he ask for your name, but it’s the entracing way his voice suddenly dipped so low to roll your name off his tongue.
anyway.
“and kazuha,” you try your best to pronounce her name decently. “it’s nice to meet you.”
“me too.” kazuha replies concisely in an accent. then, she quickly retreats to whisper to jungkook in japanese. kazuha mentions ballet as she looks fixedly onto you.
“kazuha says she’s a fan.” jungkook says. “i hear your achievements in the world of ballet are extremely impressive, especially since it hasn’t been long since you started dancing. am i on the right track, miss prodigy?”
flustered, your hands are the first to act—you wave both hands frantically, dismissing all bluff about achievements and prodigies. “i didn’t think you could be this dramatic.” you shake your head like you’ve been fooled. “but really, you’re exaggerating! it’s not much, i’ve still got a journey ahead.”
“being a principal ballerina with a handful of wins is news.”
“and contributing to the church with such a generous amount of money isn’t?”
“well,” he clicks his tongue in revelation before breaking into a grin; his eyes squeeze shut in a rather cute way. “a skilled performer like yourself should know the spotlight isn’t something to share.”
“she’s a cheeky girl.” mrs. na divulges with the intent of being sentimental. from what you recall, mrs. na has been a close friend of your parents for countless years. your six-year-old memories tell you so.
“that’s definitely another name added to the list for her.” jungkook jests, and the friendly, middle-aged bystanders all chuckle at his wit. not to mention, you’re quite pleased with his demeanour as well—and it’s literally only been a few minutes.
“if i could choose, please keep in mind i’d much prefer the latter.” you backtrack with a series of unserious coughing.
jungkook reciprocates your limited humour with a handsome smile. “i’ll be sure to send my greetings when kazuha and i see you around next weekend.”
“same goes for me.” you return the profound smile, genuinely pleased with your interaction with the infamous couple. it almost makes you think the world is unfair since they really did happen to be quite perfect as imagined by others.
“are you two heading off now?” mrs. kim asks.
“only because we might crash into our booking if we leave any later.” jungkook replies politely. you can see that he doesn’t like to leave any room for misunderstandings.
“just be careful out there, the rain is still heavy.” mrs. na advises sweetly. “the road will be slippery.”
“i’ll keep an extra eye out.”
“that reminds me,” mrs. na looks at you whilst wearing a worried guise. her eyebrows are furrowed and both corners of her lips have sunk—you find her endearing because she never fails to be readable. “do you have a way home, jia?”
right.
about that.
you’re a fascinating human being for not thinking about your way back home after witnessing how fierce and deranged the weather is as of this moment. even right now, it’s still an uncanny flurry and battle of the wind and the rain. speak about dark, and today would be the finest example for the science and art of meteorology.
“isn’t your car still under repair?”
“until tomorrow!” you squeak optimistically; rather unfitting for this ambience. the adults all retain gazes brimmed with concern while the weather is insensibly loud. “jimin is waiting around somewhere, we’ll leave together when the rain settles.” you propose a lie constructed on the spot.
“jimin left not too long ago!” mrs. kim waves her finger to the car park. “you should’ve seen him accelerate out of this rain like a simpleton.”
gritting your teeth behind a forced smile, you sigh short and heavily to yourself. you know this guy busted out of here because he’s itching to dance for his next competition. lucky for him, since his house is nearby. you decide to think about how to repay your best friend with a taste of revenge maybe a bit after you deal with this old-fashioned situation everyone at least finds themselves entwined at least once or twice in their lives.
“did he?” you chuckle nervously. “i recently found this application on my phone and it finds a taxi for you in minutes—no, seconds!”
“where are you headed?” jungkook tilts his head in curiosity. “the restaurant we’re headed to is further away, so i’d say there is a chance we’d pass by your suburb.”
“oh my, how good!” mrs. na exclaims, now clapping at ease. “would you do that—”
“i don’t know,” you widen your eyes at mrs. na, hoping she gets the message you’re desperately trying to send her. “how big of a chance would that be?” your question is for jungkook, but your dilated eyes are still openly aimed at mrs. na.
“potentially quite big, i think!” mrs. na clasps her hands against yours; her warmth consuming you as whole. “she lives in gangnam, somewhere next to station exit 9.”
“come with us,” jungkook suggests. “we’re going past gangnam.”
“if it’s too much trouble—”
“it’ll reassure us too.” jungkook insists determinedly. “shall we?” he cocks his chin towards the roofed car park and nods to comfort you once more for the long run.
without much going on in this car full of acquaintances, it’s predestined that the silence within provokes focus onto the thoughts clouding your mind. truth be told, it’s not the relapse jimin mentioned that’s submerging your head with negativity.
it’s all about your coach who reached out yesterday.
utter anticipation possessed her voice when she asked if you were recovering under the safest conditions. strangely, you felt desperate to enlighten her about your progress; your heart clenched a lie and called it a miracle when you spoke optimistically about your recovery rate. you delivered false hopes, simply because you discovered a new fear to not shatter the illusions for this person you look up to.
consequently, you agreed to compete in europe in a few months time—and you knew, deep within—that this would be your last time.
“is something bothering you?”
you get startled by the sweetness of his voice, “it’s nothing.”
“is that a habit?”
“what is?”
“nothing.” jungkook repeats softly after you. perhaps he finds it amusing he picked up on a detail so quickly, a grin naturally fixes his still lips. “you said it once earlier.”
“maybe.” a chuckle leaves your mouth after some thought.
“do you live alone?” he asks nonchalantly when he makes a smooth left turn with one hand of his. he becomes alert of his fiancée dozing off peacefully in the passenger’s seat when she sways faintly at his movement. “i have a feeling you do.” he guesses afterward.
“what makes you think that?” humming, you narrow your eyes into the front view mirror. jungkook has been peering up into the mirror whenever he exchanges words with you. “do i look too miserable heading back home?”
“it’s not that, but i was hoping someone at home would distract you from those thoughts of yours.”
you smile to yourself. “is that how i have to start thinking in order to be so successful?”
“you’re great as you are.”
“nowhere prince-like though, so i’m not too sure.”
“is that your attempt to tease?” as expected, jungkook flicks his eyes upward, causing both of your eyes to meet. like yours, hints of mischievousness hide behind his eyes too.
“it’s a misunderstanding,” you pronounce each word in a whisper, “your highness.”
“i beg to differ.”
you stifle a chuckle as you watch raindrops rolling down the window beside your visage. you absentmindedly let your fingertips chase each droplet running down the glass until your eyes accidentally make eye contact with jungkook in the front view mirror again, except in complete silence. when you roll your eyes over in hopes of escaping his eyes, jungkook triggers the blinker and makes another turn.
“so,” you clear your throat as if nothing ever happened. “how did you meet kazuha?” tapping your fingertip against your thigh instead of the window now, you slant forward, glancing over at the sleeping beauty in the passenger’s seat in envy.
one corner of jungkook’s lips curls upward. “on the day she came to visit korea for the first time all by herself, she was asking for directions when she was already there. she asked where this café was when she happened to walk past it twice.” taking his eyes off the road for a few seconds, he turns to kazuha next to him. “i knew she’d be on my mind for the rest of the day after that. i found myself wondering if she made it back home or if she found a place to eat dinner.”
“i knew you were the one to approach her first.” you murmur while rolling your eyes to the side with the clear intent of avoiding jungkook’s eyes.
jungkook elicits a breathy laughter. “please don’t forget that i’m the person steering this wheel.”
you bob your head amusedly. “of course.”
“how about you?” jungkook inquires when he begins to press on the brake gradually. the car drifts to a stop, and you only notice now that you’re in the vicinity of your neighbourhood. “do you have someone special to you?” by pressing his elbow against the armrest between the two seats in front, he’s able to turn his head to watch you out.
“not someone, but something.” you remark confidently. “thank you for the ride, i really appreciate it.” hands already hovering above the car handle, you lower your head to a considerable degree to express your gratitude towards him first.
“we’re glad to help.” jungkook smirks ambiguously. something about his grin this time makes your head tilt, but you have no idea why. “stay away from the cold and get home safe.”
the weekend, and now the weekday—monday. the world is back and running again. in the bustling city of seoul, there are adults scurrying to meet the standards of unsparing office hours, teenagers stopping by at the convenience store before taking the next bus to school, mothers accompanying their children to daycare for the sake of themselves making it to their workplace as well; whether it’s at a mundane office crowded with malicious or cordial co-workers, a repetitive hospital cascading with pessimism—and needless to say, other imaginable work environments.
you avert your eyes back onto the road, feeling as though you’ve been staring for longer than anticipated. the red light flickers off as your attention returns, and you swiftly make a turn into a campus you’re familiar with.
established in the backstreets of nowon-gu, there hides a compact yet modern university funded by prosperous graduates of the school. the newly revamped design of the building was developed by one of the aforementioned students. its exterior—seems to be highly inspired by ancient greek. a single glance, and there’s gigantic pillars in arrays, marble stones smelted in the ground and walls. however, its interior—is the definition of futurism. fitted with this era’s advanced technology and stylish furniture bestowing the lecture halls and libraries, it’s undoubtedly a desirable look anywhere.
the business you have here is simply for the dance studio, since you did sign up for your own downfall whilst blatantly ignoring the rehabilitation period of your ankle that acts as your lifeline in this career. but—behold, on the more colourful side, you think your ankle feels even better today; alleviated from tension, you’ve been stepping on the brake and accelerator marvellously today. pretty much most of its function is back.
(you’re not gaslighting yourself.)
“alright,” cheeks puffed, you blow out some air in nervousness. upon parking your car in the corner, you carefully exit the car by planting both feet simultaneously onto the ground. you almost hop out to ensure that your weight doesn’t collapse against one side. “see, see, see!”
(and this is you being overly dramatic.)
just like that, you follow your usual route to the dance studio. as your eyes capture nature kissed by the sun today, you realise the heavy rain completely subsided. it’s as if nothing ever happened and it was an abrupt outroar from the heavens—in which, you can totally relate to. god wasn’t the only person going through absurdity yesterday.
tossing your annoying long hair behind your shoulder, you take your time admiring the landscape of youth. if you witnessed busy and distressed adults working in black and white earlier in the morning—at this time, you see lively students marching to their first lecture of the day. some are alone, unbothered while mouthing to their favourite music; some are cracking up into shrieking laughter at one another’s jokes related to their incidents during the weekend; some are couples making a fuss about how cute they are in the second hour into their awakening.
and… there’s someone awfully distinct out in the distance.
a taller, broader and sturdier build—a man—of course, people like that do unfortunately captivate you occasionally but you could swear on everything you have—he’s someone you’ve seen.
who?
there’s something about him that screams at you—like the fact that he’s not passing off as a student… or a professor. he’s dressed too finely for a student, and he’s too young to be a professor.
in his teal silk shirt free of creases tucked under his black jeans, the man whips around to make one decisive turn to your right—and in that moment, too much starts to compute into your head. if your mind could make noises, it’d all be static.
to the right is a conference hall—one of the biggest, and is usually used by students studying anatomy. from what you remember, it has the projector updated with the latest resolution to help identify details in the human body.
and his side profile tells all—his appearance isn’t easy to forget, but also, it’s only been a day since you’ve seen him. your memory is fresh as ever.
how?
did he move here recently?
when did he start coming to church again?
it’s been less than two months, and to organise everything—does it take around two months to find a job? is he even working here? what if he’s just a visitor?
why does all of that matter to you?
shaking your head in denial, an anxious chuckle leaks out of your mouth. “come on,” you babble mindlessly to yourself. “he drove you home in the rain, so you can literally buy the guy a coffee to repay him.”
hold on.
where the hell did he go?
you don’t remember lifting your gaze. even if that was the case, you’re isolated—you’re in a position where you can discern all, only because the dance studio is on the polar opposite of all lecture halls.
you huff, “is he a vampire or what—”
“what a lovely morning, jia.”
what… in the world?
there it is—that feeling; it’s the exact feeling you felt when he dropped you off yesterday. his words sink into you like needles, and you’re completely aware of how peculiar this is. all you can think of is that grin existing with the complete switch up in his voice.
mystified, you slowly turn around to meet his eyes. you acquire a dim glimpse of a few piercings on his ear that you didn’t notice yesterday. it wouldn’t seem as suspicious to you if they were ordinary piercings the pretty celebrities get, but his are a little avant-garde; a visual heavy street wearers would be entertained by—you don’t know why such a thorough analysis feels necessary whenever you see him, but it comes so naturally.
interestingly, that’s the only change too—the piercings.
just that.
“jungkook,” you smile indifferently. “i’m really surprised to catch you here.”
“likewise.”
“i assume you work here?”
“today’s my first day.” jungkook says—and just that.
“as a… professor?” you guess the odds nonetheless, simply because nothing else connects the dots. you’re still certain he’s not here as a student.
“not exactly.” jungkook hasn’t smiled. “i’ve been assigned to opening anatomical lectures for those who were absent, missed out, or needed additional teaching.”
everything is out of place.
your suspicion starts to feel real because he’s unquestionably acting out of character as well. the jeon jungkook you—no, everyone else knows—wouldn’t be permitting silence to consume the air this easily, at least not without questions that make it seem like he’s genuinely amused. because, in reality, you thought he was a smart guy who’s aware of the value behind open-ended relationships.
“always trust your instinct.” the senior police officer advised softly. she was smiling in kindness like she always has—eyes crinkled into shapes of endearing crescent moons, soft wrinkles grooved into her cheeks with a short, cute smile made by her imperfectly painted red lip.
“you’re just full of surprises, jungkook.”
what a plot twist you are.
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Over The Odds | Publicity
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook
Word count - 4.4k
You and Jungkook go on your first official date
warnings: oh god - public foreplay, toys, teasing, edging, overstimulation, daddy jk, bratty oc, rough unprotected sex
FULL SERIES COLLECTION
Smoothing the black satin material over your curves you hum in approval, you’re not usually one to compliment yourself but even you have to admit – you look good. It’s 6:30PM and you’re about to leave for your first official date with Jungkook since signing the contract. He’s booked an Italian restaurant near Kensington Palace that’s just opened and the reviews are amazing, you’re already excited to try what some have branded ‘the best pizza in the world’. The driver, who you’ve recently learned is called Yoongi, is on route to your building so you’re making the final touches to your look before you head outside and wait for his arrival.
You’re standing in the full length mirror in your bedroom applying a nude lip gloss, snapping a few pictures to send Jimin because you need every ounce of ego-boost he’s willing to give to help battle your nerves. You know that the media will no-doubt see you and Jungkook tonight, this is your first public appearance as a ‘couple’ and you’re terrified of the fall out. The saying money can’t buy happiness is flawed though, because this satin backless dress cost almost three thousand pounds, and you’ve never been happier with the way you look.
At first you were angry with Jungkook for sending you ten thousand pounds directly to your bank account as you’d told him you didn’t want his money for the first night you slept together – you chose to have sex with him, you wanted to. But him being a CEO means he’s incredibly bossy and he flat out refused to take the money back, insisting you use it to pay off some of your debt and treat yourself to something nice. And this dress is very nice.
The dress isn’t the only new thing you’re wearing, feeling somewhat brave and sexually frustrated since it had been a whole two days since you last saw Jungkook for a night of impromptu kitchen sex, you’re also wearing recently purchased very special underwear – the kind that vibrates and comes with a small remote to control the speed. You chuckle as you throw the remote into your purse, already knowing your fake boyfriend’s reaction to this is going to be absolutely priceless.
Jimin: Holy shit! You look unreal!!! Are you wearing a push up bra? Your tits look massive
A bright smile catches your lips, you’re not wearing a bra at all since your entire back is exposed in this outfit. You could’ve opted to buy a backless bra but the idea of Jungkook seeing that the only thing holding your breasts in place are two tiny silky black straps is much more entertaining. You’d purposely styled your hair into a classy updo to draw more attention to the area.
Y/N: Thanks but no, I’m not wearing a bra
Jimin: Poor guys gonna have a heart attack
You smile again, locking the door behind you as you brace yourself for the night ahead.
The journey to the restaurant takes a little over thirty minutes, Jungkook had a late meeting that meant it made sense for him to meet you there instead of picking you up himself but you didn’t mind the alone time. You were adjusting the strap on your small black heels when the car finally stopped, signalling your arrival.
“Jungkook is already inside waiting for you.” Yoongi says matter-of-factly.
“Thank you for the ride.” You offer a polite smile, surprised when the driver is opening the door for you to exit. You weren’t used to this lifestyle at all, whenever you and Jimin would go drinking and get a taxi home half the time he would physically push you out the backseat and instruct the driver to leave you there as they made their way to his place. Further confirmation that you and Jungkook live in different worlds.
“Hi,” You greet the slim hostess who waits by the entrance, “Tables booked under Jungkook.”
“Ah, this way.”
The lady guides you to a table by a large window, where a gorgeous man wearing a fitted black suit, gazing at the London streets outside. Your heartrate quickens when he notices you approaching, his mouth falling open at the sight in front of him.
“I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.” He admits, standing to pull your chair back for you.
It should be illegal to look that good. Jungkook’s had a haircut since the last time you saw him, his raven locks are pushed back to reveal his forehead and thick brows. The suit he’s wearing leaves nothing to the imagination, his muscles threaten to burst from the fabric at any given moment – it’s the black dress shirt with the first three buttons undone, exposing his toned chest and silver chain that earns you to swallow thickly. He looks like a fucking god.
“Thank you,” A shiver runs down your bare back as he tucks you into the table and sits down across from you, “Have you had a haircut?”
“Oh, yeah...” He nods, running his tatted fingers through the new style, “Enough about how I look though… You look-, you’re stunning.” For the first time since meeting him he looks visibly in awe, his eyes hungrily roaming every inch of your exposed skin before settling on your face.
“What? This old thing?” You grin, “Just something I threw on last minute.” There’s really no point lying as you both know full-well you could’ve never afforded something like this a week ago, but it’s fun to pretend.
“I’m glad,” His gaze darkens with a chuckle, “Means I won’t feel guilty when I tear it off you later.”
The knots in your stomach tighten, every nerve in your body already aflame from his words. He’s so fucking sexy.
“I ordered wine for the table, you like wine right?” He asks while pouring you a glass of crimson red liquid, “I can order something else if you don’t.”
“I’m really not that picky,” You give him a genuine smile, “I trust your judgement, I’m sure it’s nice.” You reassure him as he seems nervous, or maybe it’s because you’re nervous and you’re reading into things too much. Afterall he’s done this countless times with countless women, you’re no different from the rest. A camera flash from the other side of the window grabs your attention, you glance in the direction it came from before Jungkook slides over your drink.
“Don’t pay attention to them,” He’s quiet but assertive, “You’ll get used to it after a while.”
“Debatable.” You feel uncomfortable, like you’re just another name in his little black book. “Is there a certain way you want me to act…? Do I need to do anything specific?”
“What? No.” He’s quick to dismiss your questions, reaching a tattooed hand over the table for you to hold. “Just be yourself, they can’t hear us from out there anyway.”
To any onlooker you might look like a genuine couple on a Friday date night, but the truth eats away at your insides as more cameras flash the moment you take his hand. Jungkook senses your discomfort and rubs his thumb reassuringly on your skin. It’s a pity that the situation is only a business arrangement to him, because you realise that he would be a great boyfriend. He’s caring, he’s funny, smart, driven, an absolute sex god in the bedroom and well, he makes you feel safe. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s growing on you.
It's a feeling that’s amplified over the evening as you get to know him better. You learn that he’s an only child to his Korean-born parents, he went to school in America before deciding to move to the UK and set up business here. He’s known Taehyung his whole life and very much considers him to be his best friend, he eats pretty much anything but he doesn’t like citrussy flavours – lemon being his least favourite. It’s not what you expected from someone like him at all, he wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had the world handed to him. He’s earned it, built everything he has from the ground up to be who he is now. It’s such a turn on seeing him like this, so much so that desire starts to cloud your judgement.
“Actually I have a present for you,” You smile knowingly, feeling a little buzzed from wine, having just finished an incredible pizza. “Put your hand under the table, so nobody else can see.”
Jungkook obliges, reaching his hand beneath the table cloth with furrowed brows, “A present? What kind of present?”
You grab the tiny remote from your purse and place it in his palm with a shit-eating expression. Under the table you can feel him trying to work out what it is, it’s when he presses a certain button that a faint hum causes you to jump in your seat.
“Is this what I think it is?” He asks with a smirk, his eyes hooded and blown out with lust.
“Maybe. Depends what you think it is.” You sigh, the light vibration of the panties beginning to make your head spin.
“Y/N…” He warns, clicking another button that speeds up the sensation. “You don’t know what you’ve just done to me.”
You chuckle, biting your lower lip to suppress a soft moan, “Don’t I?” Your suspicions were correct, his reaction is absolutely priceless.
He’s looking at you with a tight jaw, one hand gripping the stem of his wine glass while the other secretly works out the functions on the remote, “So fucking dirty, you really want to come so bad that you give me this kind of power, in a restaurant full of people?”
“I’ll be quiet I promise.” Your head almost lolls back from the growing pleasure between your thighs before you manage to catch it, brushing if off as though you’re stretching your neck. “It already feels so good.”
For the second time tonight Jungkook’s mouth falls open, dumbfounded by what he’s seeing in front of him. His grip tightens on the glass as he downs the remains of his wine, clicking his tongue when he’s finished. “You’re... Such a fucking brat,” He mumbles, “Showing up here looking like that and begging me to make you come. I bet you’re already so wet.”
“Mmm,” You nod, “I am, want to see?” You knock a clean knife from the table and kick it between your legs, a smug smile tugs your lips, “You appear to have dropped your knife Jungkook, you should grab that.”
Without a moment of hesitation he’s under the table, roughly spreading your legs apart wide enough to see your wet pulsating panties. You hear him mutter something that sounds like ‘fuck’ as he pushes the fabric to one side, his inked digits smearing your slick up to your clit. A quiet moan escapes you before you have the chance to catch it, the restaurant is full but nobody appears to have heard you and thankfully nobody is looking in your direction.
“You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done.” He’s loud enough for you to hear, pulling your panties back to their original position before he picks up the discarded knife and returns to his seat. “Would you like a dessert?” He acts calm, though his ragged breathing and balled fist on the table suggest he’s feeling otherwise.
“No thanks, ready to leave when you are.” You’re borderline laughing at his expression which doesn’t go unnoticed – a split second later the setting increases. “Oh-“ You gasp, quickly scanning the area to make sure nobody heard it.
“You sure? I don’t plan on leaving just yet.” It’s his turn to be smug as he calls the hostess over, “Can I get the tiramisu please? Thanks.”
“And how about you?” She asks, notepad in hand.
“Uh-,” He increases the speed once again, because you’re so wet the panties are sticking to your sensitive bundle of nerves, the new vibration against it is enough to make your heart race.
“Do you have gelato?” Jungkook asks her with a smile, “Y/N you look a little warm, gelato will cool you down.”
“Mhm, gelato sounds great.” You manage to breathe out, “Any flavour is good thank you.” You chip in before she asks.
It takes everything in you not to moan, you are warm, heat rapidly spreading your body as the euphoric wave draws in closer and closer. You don’t even notice the waitress walk away, too focussed on the intensifying pleasure under the table.
“I’m so fucking hard right now,” Your date shifts uncomfortably, “Tell me, how good does it feel?”
“So…good.” Your breath is shaky, hands gripping your glass hard enough to break it.
“Are you close baby?” His voice is low and dripping with lust, the pet name adds a certain pang to your growing arousal as you nod in agreement. “You are? Have you always been this filthy? With your exes, I mean.”
You shake your head, briefly holding his eye contact, “Only for you.”
A possessive growl rumbles inside his chest and before you know it the speed setting is increased again, your mouth falls open and your brows furrow as you involuntarily press your thighs together, your wetness spreading down to the very tops of them. You’re painfully close to reaching ecstasy when the hostess comes back over with your desserts, winning you to gulp and attempt to fix your facial expressions.
“Thank you.” Jungkook is quick to take a forkful of his, waiting for the lady to walk away before he holds the cutlery to his mouth, “If only this was your wet little pussy.” You watch his tongue lick the cream from the underside of the fork agonisingly slow, he moans softly with closed eyes, nodding his head, “Tastes so fucking good.”
“Jungkook…” You’re breathing heavily with your mouth, chest rising and falling with each breath, you’re so turned on that your nipples are hard beneath the thin material of your dress which wins a dark expression from the man across the table. “I’m gonna-“
The vibrations stop all of a sudden winning you to whimper from the loss of stimulation, pressing your legs together in an attempt to find any friction.
“You should eat your gelato before it melts.” The way Jungkook’s looking at you should be illegal, he’s acting calm and collected but that couldn’t be further from the truth – the truth remains untold, visible only in his eyes, he’s feeling just as desperate as you. “Try and be quick though, cause I’m gonna fuck you so hard for this.”
-
“This cost like three grand, don’t ruin it.” You moan against his lips, back firmly pressed against his bedsheets with his arms caging you in. For the first time ever you’ve actually managed to make it inside Jungkook’s bedroom, the other times you’ve visited you’d both got too carried away and ended up fucking somewhere else, but not tonight. Tonight, by some miracle, you’re atop of his white bedding, tongue swirling against his, fingers tugging at his shorter hair and hips buckling up to his crotch as you silently beg for attention where you want him most.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He murmurs between messy kisses, biting down on your lip when you tut in response. “I’ll buy you whatever you want.” You groan every time he kisses your neck in a certain spot, sucking the flesh harsh enough to mark. “You can have whatever you want from me baby.”
You whine loudly as he completely pulls back, resting his weight on his knees. He’s looking down at you like he’s hypnotized, his inked hands trailing their way up your thighs before he quickly spreads your legs apart. A moment later he’s physically tearing your new dress from your frame, ripping it from the neckline all the way down to the bottom of the material.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He sinks down to your now bare breasts, tongue finding your left nipple instantaneously while his fingers tweak the right.
“Fuck!” You whimper, throwing your head back into his pillows. You couldn’t care less that your dress is ruined, the mental image of Jungkook’s sheer strength as he tore it off you was better than any piece of clothing – and something that will no doubt haunt you forever.
“Fuck me Jungkook, please fuck me-“ You’re shamelessly begging him, you need to feel his cock buried inside you now. “Fuck me, god, fuck me.” You’re a panting mess beneath him, so overwhelmed by his skills.
“I almost forgot.” He pulls back his hand, just enough to reach into his pocket and grab the small remote you’d gifted him earlier. “How much of a brat you are.” He chuckles against your sensitive skin as you grip his shoulders in preparation.
“Take off your shirt.” You tug at the material, “I want to feel your skin on mine.” You’d never seen him naked before and the mere thought of what kind of body a guy like him must have makes you insane, “Please.”
“Please what?” His movements still completely.
Your tone changes, knowing exactly what he wants, “Please let me feel your body… Daddy.”
At this he smirks, disregarding the remote somewhere next to you as he sits back on his knees. One by one the buttons of his dress shirt are undone, and you can’t help but moan at the sight of him. Just like you suspected, he’s ripped. His tanned muscular skin is littered with dark tattoos, a full sleeve coats his right arm and there are a few more intricate pieces on his chest and stomach. How the tattoo needle didn’t snap from his rock hard abs you’ll never know.
“Oh my god.” You’re in awe, “You’re perfect.”
“Look who’s talking.” He chuckles, throwing the shirt behind him onto the wooden flooring. “Daddy wants to take his time with you tonight, consider it payback for that little stunt you pulled on our first date.”
“No please, you can do that after but please I need you to fuck me now, I’ve been waiting all night for this.” You confess, unable to peel your gaze away from the man’s body that looks as though it’s been carved by angels.
“Stop being a fucking brat,” He falls forward on the bed, catching his weight with his arms either side of your head, “The more you complain the worse it’ll be for you.”
Gripping either side of his face you crash his mouth onto yours in a sloppy desperate kiss, your final attempt to get him to cave and fuck you immediately.
“You make me crazy Y/N.” He groans against your lips. Without you noticing he’s found the small remote, turning the vibrations on full against your soaking core.
“Oh-!” Your back arches from the new sensation, these panties might just be the best investment you’ve ever made, “Please let me come this time-, please.” You writhe beneath him as the sensation causes a wave of euphoria to crash over you, your orgasm already fast approaching.
“I started taking the pill over a week ago, I want you to fuck me raw, right now.” You’re pleading with him, “Please daddy fuck me raw.”
“Such a dirty little slut,” Jungkook moans, pushing his clothed cock against your vibrating panties. “If I fuck you right now I’m not going to go easy on you baby. Is that what you want?”
“Yes!” You reach for his belt, unbuckling it effortlessly, “You can punish me all you want, but punish me with your cock please.”
Jungkook doesn’t need telling twice, your words igniting a fire inside him that pushes him over the edge, completely losing any ounce of self-restraint he had moments before. He quickly rids himself of all clothing, his hard length springing free and slapping him in the abdomen in the process. The vibrations are white hot now, your orgasm is almost upon you, your body shaking underneath him.
“I’m gonna-!” It’s Jungkook pushing your panties to a side just enough so that he can slide every inch of himself into your hole that sends you into ecstasy, your walls immediately tightening around his manhood.
“Fuck!” He groans, his face finding purchase in the crook of your neck, “You’re so-, mmmm, fucking hell.” He’s losing his mind, eyes squeezed shut as he tries not to blow his load straight away. Your pussy is still vibrating from the underwear, he’s completely and utterly addicted to the way this feels. “Y/N baby… oh my god.”
“The remote.” You wince from the overstimulation, clit still throbbing from your high. “Turn it off please.” Your legs are twitching on their own, breath shaky and ragged.
“Told you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.” He pulls his hips back and slams into hard, til the crown of his cock is pressed against your cervix. “It’s staying on.”
The sound of his grunts in your ear have you seeing stars, he’s fucking you hard and fast, you know you’re going to ache tomorrow but you don’t care, completely obsessed how good it feels to be stretched out by him. You’d forgotten how big he is, filling up any space your hole had to offer. It’s not long before your second orgasm threatens to escape, you’re so wet that besides the sinful curses falling from Jungkook’s lips, the squelching sound of your heat being drilled into is deafeningly loud.
“You hear that? You hear how fucking wet you are for me? Oh my-, fuck.” He continues to pound you hard.
“Jungkook…” You warn, fingernails digging into his bare shoulder blades.
“What did you just call me?” He bottoms out with so much strength that your head hits the headboard, earning him to pull you further down the bed by your legs in one swift motion.
You exhale, “Daddy-, I’m close.” You’re an absolute mess, your vision starting to blur from the tears pricking your eyes, this has got to be the hardest anybody has ever been fucked in the whole history of sex. Your insides feel bruised, you’re drenching the bed sheets with each of his thrusts and you’re completely spiralling into insanity.
“Come all over me Y/N, want to feel your tight little pussy come around me.” He looks equally as mesmerised as you are, in disbelief that sex could feel this amazing. You’d slept together before but there’s something about how rough and dirty tonight is that has you mewling.
“Does it feel good baby? Do you like it when daddy’s rough with you?”
“Yes-“ You’re cut off by his lips smashing against yours, he’s kissing you like he’s starving and you’re his favourite meal, groaning into your mouth as your walls start to tighten round him.
“Hold onto the headboard.” He instructs, and you oblige, wrapping your fingers round the cool metal bars.
“You’re unreal Y/N. Such a good fucking slut, your cunt squeezes my cock so well. So-, mmm, perfect.”
Just like that he’s pulled back onto his knees again, his hands squeezing your hips as he snaps in and out of you at a dangerous pace. So rough that you’re borderline sobbing. He’s watching the way your tits bounce with each thrust, your back is arched off the sheets and you’re looking at him with an expression so fucked-out and full of lust that it pulls him over the edge, spilling hot come into your throbbing pussy in bursts.
“Fuck! Ah-,” He hisses from the sensitivity, keeping up the pace long enough for your own orgasm to unfold. You’re seeing stars, convulsing in bliss as he helps you ride out your second high. He stays there for a moment, simply enjoying the view before he finally turns off the vibrating panties and pulls out.
“You…” He tries to steady his breathing as he collapses next to you on the bed, “Are something else.”
“Look who’s talking.” You try and mock him with his own words, but you’re exhausted.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so quick in my life...”
Glancing round the bedroom you notice Jungkook is a very minimalistic man - everything is either black, or gold. There’s no decoration to the room, no big fancy paintings like you’d expected - nothing. It’s a luxurious room of course, but it doesn’t even look lived in. Maybe he works too hard and passes out on the sofa most nights, or maybe it’s because he travels a lot that he’s rarely here - whatever it is makes you pity him in a way. He has all the money in the world and yet something about his environment was lonely.
“And I’m sorry about your dress.” Jungkook laughs, eyes glancing down to the torn fabric that still half-hangs on your body. “I will actually buy you a new one, don’t worry.”
“It’s fine.” You hum, shifting on the bed until you’re facing him, slightly embarrassed at the huge wet patch you’re laid in, “It did exactly what I wanted it to do.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” He looks amused, smiling brightly at you.
“Got me the best sex I’ve ever had.” You playfully boop his nose with your finger, to which he grabs and bites it. “Ouch! What was that for? I just said you’re the best lay I’ve ever had! You should be kissing me right now, not biting me.” You’re defensive but still unable to wipe the smile off your face, maybe it’s the orgasms talking but he’s so beautiful.
“Hmm.” He nods, removing your finger from between his teeth, shuffling closer, “And you might be the best sex I’ve ever had, but you’re still a fucking brat.”
“Really?” You’re surprised, choosing to ignore what appears to be his favourite nickname for you.
“Are you joking? Y/N you’re fucking amazing, best pussy I’ve ever had. And you can actually hold a conversation. I really don’t understand how you’re not wifed up yet.”
“Yeah, me neither actually,” You snort, flirtatiously nudging his arm while looking at him with big eyes, “And I haven’t even sucked your dick yet, just you wait.”
“Oh?” This gets Jungkook’s attention, he props himself up on his elbow, his free hand nestling in the bend of your waist, “Sound pretty confident there baby.”
“And you’ll see why tomorrow morning.” You wink, mindlessly drawing patterns on the man’s bare chest.
At this Jungkook gives a genuine toothy grin, his hair damp and pressing against his forehead, “You wanna stay the night?”
“Gonna have to, some asshole ruined my dress.”
He doesn’t verbally respond, instead choosing to lean forward and plant a soft, yet open-mouthed kiss on your lips. You couldn’t blame the orgasms anymore, there’s nothing else to blame at this point. As much as you want to deny it, this is the moment you realised that you were falling madly in love with Jeon Jungkook.
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Annoyed Series
Jimin
Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader
Word count- 971 Words
Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, teasing, brief fingering, missionary, squirting, fluff
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"Ha! Pay me", she giggles as my monopoly piece lands on her property
And she has freaking hotels so it's going to cost a lot
More than I have
"Three hundred Min"
"I only have one fifty left", I murmur
"You gotta borrow from the bank again"
I'm so over this game
I'm losing badly
"I'm tired baby", I tell her
She smirks, raising her eyebrow, "You liar. You're not tired. You're just tired of losing"
"Baby stop", I growl, standing up from the bed and getting the game box from my desk
"Aww poor Min, such a sore loser", she laughs
"Jo", I warn
"Such a big cry baby when you don't win"
That's it
I glare at her as I drop the box to the floor and walk right to her
Pushing her back on the game board, she yelps as I shove her night dress up and off
We just got out of the shower before we decided to play the game and she's already completely bare for me
And me, I'm just in boxers which is easy to take off
"Jimin", she squeals
"Shush", I snap, sliding two fingers in her soaked waiting cunt
She takes my fingers easily, sucking them in and clamping down on them
"You think it's funny", I growl, pulling my fingers out then slamming them back in
Her body arches as she moans, flooding my hand
"You like teasing me when you know losing is a sore spot for me?"
"I don't...I...I...", she babbles as I drive my fingers into her spot, her pussy so loud in the room
"What's the matter? Can't talk?", I tease meanly
With one last thrust, I pull my fingers out, her whining immediately
Pulling my boxers down, I move on top of her, holding her down on the bed as I push my hard cock into her hole
"Min", she moans, her pussy taking me and stretching so pleasurably for me
Thrusting in hard, I bottom out, her cunt clenching as I hit her spot, shouts of my name echoing off the walls
I slam my hands down on either side of her head, my right hand landing on top of the gameboard and some hotel pieces
Ignoring them, I pull my dick out then fuck back into her hard, impaling her pretty tight wet cunt on my cock
I move hard and fast, the sound of our skin smacking against each other's so pretty
Her hand moves under her, shoving game pieces away as her legs wrap tightly around my waist, her back lowering and resting on the gameboard, fake money spilling out from under her
Her boobs wiggle in my face as I drive my cock into her spot, game pieces flying off the bed and hitting the floor
"You know I hate losing baby but still you think it's a good idea to make fun of me?", I growl, both our bodies becoming sweaty and mixing together
"Nnn..no...I...I'm sorry", she whines, her hand slamming down on the bottom game board, holding onto the edge hard as I rail her into our bed
"Yeah you'll be sorry", I grunt, the pleasure out of this fucking world
She always feels so fucking good for me, always so tight, creaming my cock like a waterfall
I can fucking hear it, the squelching, it turning me on so much more knowing she's making a mess all over me
Her pussy throbs wonderfully, so tight as I drive both of us closer
Sitting up, I watch her stomach bulge with each thrust of my cock, the sight of that and of tears streaming down her face driving me crazy
"Fuck, look at your tummy baby", I murmur, mesmerized, "Bulging every time I fuck into you, I'm going that deeply"
She nods, sobbing, "Feels so good Jimin. Fuck, so good. Gonna cum"
I raise my eyebrow, "Oh are you?"
"Yyy..yes", she hiccups
Grabbing her chin, I make her look at me, "The only way I'll let you cum is if you promise you'll never make fun of me again when I lose a game"
"I promise!", she yells, "I swear!"
I nod, moving my hand to her clit and playing with it as I fuck her, "Good. You can cum"
"Fuck! Jimin!", she screams as her shaking body arches off the gameboard, her cunt squirting around my cock
My body is thrown into ecstasy and I shove my cock inside her, coming at the same time
"Joanne fuck! Yes baby!"
Her pussy is still squirting, a mixture of my cum and her squirt all over the game, the pieces, the fake money
And I don't give one shit
I rub her clit through it, her pussy milking my length at the same time she's squirting, her fingers holding onto the board so hard her knuckles are white
Her body relaxes into the bed bit by bit as the pleasure leaves us, her ragged breathing reaching my ears
I look down at her, into her beautiful fucked out brown eyes, smirking at her
Leaning down, I press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply
Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me against her as we kiss
Moving us, I shove the game and as many pieces as I can off the bed, getting the blanket over us, our lips never separating
When the kiss ends, she lays her head on my chest, her body cuddling against mine
I hold her tightly, playing with her hair
"I love you", I tell her
"I love you", she whispers sleepy, making me smile at how sleepy she always is after sex
It's adorable
But I have one more thing to tell her before she sleeps
"Oh by the baby?"
"Yeah?"
"Looks like the game is ruined from your squirting so we can't play it anymore", I say gleefully
She sighs, "Ok Jimin"
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don’t leave me.
pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
genre: childhood friends to lovers, some angst, these bitches are bad at communicating, everybody is crying it’s a whole ass mess 😔, happy ending!!!
warnings: a couple f-words 😨
you knock on jungkook’s door. to your surprise, jimin answers the door and smiles brightly, “hey, y/n! i’m glad you finally made it! we’re only halfway through the movie. you didn’t miss much, we can catch you up.” he whispered, as to not disrupt the movie the boys were watching.
this caught you off guard. you didn’t hear anything about movie plans. in fact, jungkook hasn’t spoken to you in weeks. that’s why you decided to come over without telling him. if you asked, he would’ve made some lame ass excuse about his apartment being messy or how tired he was. you frown briefly before fixing your face into a smile.
“thanks jimin! i appreciate that.” you whispered, searching the dark living room. lo and behold, there he was. in the flesh. jungkook hadn’t noticed you entering the living room as he asked who was at the door, eyes glued to the screen. as frustrated as you were with him, you couldn’t help but find his absolute focus to be endearing. his dark eyes wide and shiny with anticipation. “it’s y/n!”
as jungkook hears your name, he chokes on the popcorn he was eating. his head whips to you and jimin. your eyes boring into his, arms crossed. his eyes widen and he shifts uncomfortably, face growing hot as your stare intensified.
“h-hey y/n… how are you?” you scoff, smiling as fake as you possibly could. “im doing great, jungkook.” you cut the conversation off quickly as the two other boys started to feel the growing tension. jimin side eyed taehyung, who looked back at jimin with an uncomfortable look.
“umm… we have to go actually. we need to get… groceries.” and just like that, the two boys were gone. leaving you and jungkook on opposite sides of the couch. jungkook refuses to look at you. eyes staring into the screen, movie still playing. you grab the remote, and turn off the TV. jungkook looks at you, frowning.
“hey! i was watching that!” he pouts and you roll your eyes. “and i’m trying to talk to you? i’ve actually been trying for weeks!” you spit out, sounding more harsh than you wanted. jungkook suddenly cant bear to look at you anymore; his gaze quickly shifting away from you. you notice how the tips of his ears reddened. your eyes soften and you scoot closer to him.
“look, i didn’t mean to snap at you. i’m just…” you trail off, sighing. you can see he’s looking at you through his peripheral vision, “why aren’t you talk to me? lately you’ve been acting like you hardly know me. we’ve been best friends since we were in middle school! i know you better than anyone, but right now i can’t tell what’s bothering you. did i do something wrong?” he said nothing, no longer looking at you through his peripheral vision either. you stare at him in silence for a minute more before you get up and storm out without another word. in the back of your mind, you secretly hope he’s chasing after you. you get to your car and realize he’s not following after you, nor is he eager to give his explanation. suddenly, tears start pouring out of your eyes. unable to stop, you break down into a sobbing mess.
it was the first day of middle school. lunch time. you usually sat at a table, away from the crowd. you were finishing up some homework when a soft voice caught your attention.
“c-could i sit with you..?” you look up, a boy with jet black hair that almost covered his eyes stood in front of you. he couldn’t look you in the eyes, and he was shifting his feet uncomfortably. you smile brightly and nod. “yeah of course! my name is y/n. what’s yours?” he responded, the tips of his ears turning bright red, “jungkook…”
and from that day on, you sat together at lunch everyday, for three whole years. even hanging out outside of class. studying, getting ice cream, listening to his singing. as you grew up, you got incredibly close. you knew all of each others secrets, fears, and even crushes. however, he stayed relatively shy. it wasn’t until you saw him with his six other best friends that you saw him unfold. this shy, bashful boy could be a giddy, laughing mess when he was around his friends. it was endearing watching his older friends help him blossom and grow.
when high school started, everything started changing. he went from your cute, baby-faced best friend and grew into a man. a very attractive man. you couldn’t lie, a crush started to form. and not just because of his looks. he was still respectful, kind, talented, and still so very shy. girls started paying attention to him, coyly giving him snacks and gifts.
one morning, you and jungkook are approached by a girl, “h-here you go, o-oppa… i got this for you…” she mumbled, looking at the group before running away. her friend group watching from afar, giggling loudly. you smirk and poke his arm, taking the item from his hand. it was some snack, one he absolutely hated. he was bright red with embarrassment shooing you away before you could tease him further.
“ohh~ jungkook oppa!~ please take this snack as a token of my love!” you dramatically handed him the snack, laughing at his reaction. “you’re the worst!” he groaned, before laughing.
the memory made you laugh, wiping away any left over tears that were left on your face. however, the tears returned once you thought about where this left your friendship. maybe he knew that you had a crush on him. maybe he caught you staring too much during dance practices or just when you guys got to hang out. maybe he was so uncomfortable around you that he felt y’all couldn’t continue your friendship. tears fell onto your cheeks once more, lips quivering as you tried to hold them back. “why didn’t he just tell me upfront? maybe it would’ve hurt less…” you thought, tears falling rapidly as you start to fall apart once more.
meanwhile, jungkook was having his own crying session in his apartment. he definitely just fucked up your whole friendship all because he was in denial about his massive crush on you. why didn’t he just say something? “i’m so fucking stupid! she’s gone and will never want to talk to me again. you’re so fucking stupid, jungkook! fuck!” he sobbed, looking over at his wall seeing your smiling face plastered all over it. cringy middle school pictures you begged him to take down, you guys smilingly brightly when you graduated middle school and high school. pictures of you guys at the beach, before and after concerts, and at home.
he was absolutely, undoubtedly in love with you. he had pictures of you in his wallet, a candid polaroid of you eating ramen. he was absolutely whipped. he was so scared of rejection that he did everything in his mind to get rid of that silly crush. he didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship by confessing to you, so he avoided you at all costs. your phone calls, your texts, the funny tik toks you sent him. he even made excuses to not have you over. the thought of your heartbreak when he was avoiding you made his stomach hurt.
“i- i have to do something. i have to fix this.” he mumbled breathlessly, grabbing his keys and running out of his apartment. but there your car was. right where you always park it. he ran up to your window and knocked. you jolted up, seeing your best friend. you noticed his eyes and nose were bright red. had he been crying?
you open the car door, stumbling out frazzled. he had definitely been crying, and you know he could tell you had been crying. he started shakily, tears still welled up in his eyes. “i- you- i’m… sob i’m so fucking sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry. i don’t want to lose you. you mean so much to me. i’m not gonna let you go so easily. i love you. i fucking love you, y/n. i’ve been in love with you since middle school. i was so scared of losing you that i thought this was the best way to fix my problem. i’m so sorry. please forgive me. i love you so much.”
and just then, he kissed you. with all the love, passion, and adoration he could muster in his body, he kissed you. one hand on your waist, the other buried into your hair. you could feel the tears that fell from his eyes. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, returning the kiss. it left you breathless, your body yearning for this for years. you kissed as if you were going to die tomorrow.
when you pulled away, you hugged him tighter than you ever had before. “i love you too, jungkook.”
the weight of the world had finally left your shoulders. you had your soulmate back. your lover, your partner-in-crime, your better half, your best friend, jungkook.
hey y’all!! this is my first post ever so bare with me lol. i hope you enjoyed because i had a lot of fun writing this!
all my love-
loveliesmoon ⭐️

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better || eight
summary: you finally talk to jimin at the charity ball
word count: 1859
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/angst
For the first time in years, Christmas was something you were looking forward to, and everyone was surprised to see you participating in the off-key caroling of Christmas songs with everyone. Normally, you would watch everyone decorate the tree as you sneak into the kitchen, eating the Christmas theme cookies, leaving none for Santa.
It was the first Christmas you would have with your father and Taehyung’s family ever since the passing of your mother. Though, your father still wanted to honor your mother, by hosting a charity ball on Christmas Eve, inviting everyone to spread Christmas cheer to each other.
People were free to donate gifts that would be given to the children at the orphanage and hospitals, and there was money being raised through some local performances which included Hobi’s dancing, Joon’s rapping, Yoongi’s piano solo, Jeongguk’s boxing, Taehyung’s stand up comedy and more. Jin helped the caterers by baking the peppermint cookies and some truffles. You had invited all their friends and families, bringing everyone you knew.
“Are you not doing anything?" Jin asked, standing next to up as you went to the bar to order some water. Unlike everyone else who was wearing a regular suit, Jin was wearing a black tuxedo with a bowtie that had candy canes on it. “Are we going to see you sing?”
“God no.” You laughed, grabbing the water from the counter. “If I did, we would not make any money for the kids.”
“I keep telling her that it is a shame that we do not get to hear her vocals tonight,” Taehyung joked, coming next to you. Your cousin was wearing a white suit with a glass of white wine in left his hand, trying to relax his nerves before his performance. His hair was slick back, looking like his father.
“Hey,” Tiffany greeted with a fake smile, not letting her mouth snap into a straight light. “I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but did you guys invite Jimin?”
The smile on your face quickly faded, thinking you would have more time before you would have to see your best friend again.
“My parents might have because they obviously don’t know..” Taehyung’s voice trailed off.
“It’s okay,” you assured him, shrugging. “This is my first Christmas with my dad, and I am not going to let him or my feelings ruin that.”
“Well, how are you feeling?” Tiffany asked, a concerned look all over her face.
There were two words to describe everything happening all at once: confusing and overwhelming.
For a couple weeks, you had been basically grieving over the loss of your best friend, thinking he did not love you back, and that this whole relationship was one-sided. You gave yourself the time and distance from Jimin just so you weren’t reminded how he rested his head on yours when he wrapped his arms around you.
But after Jimin’s confession, there had been no time to process everything. It was the anniversary of your mother’s passing, and you were starting to rebuild a relationship with your father. You were distracted, and you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t want to be alone in your thoughts, thinking about what you should do about the situation. “Fine.”
“You’re fine?” Taehyung’s eyebrow quirked up. He knows that you don’t show emotions besides the times you had grieved over your mother. But honestly, your cousin knew that if you severed your friendship with Jimin, it would be as big of a loss. “That’s it?”
You wanted to be fine.
It should not be a problem that you and your best friend have feelings for each other. The story could simply end happily ever after at that point. But you couldn’t understand how the boy that watched your mom’s favorite movie with you every year, lied about his feelings. How could he lie to you, knowing how much pain it caused? Why couldn’t he just pick you from the beginning? Did you really go through his mind when he chose someone else? Why now?
“Stop overthinking, you’re breaking your own heart,” Taehyung reminded you quietly, not letting anyone around you hear his comment. Even now at a complicated time, he was protecting your ego and taking care of you while being unbiased, and you were sure he did the same to Jimin. “Let’s get ready before the show starts.”
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“Since it is running a little late, we are going to have Yoongi perform his sonatas. In the meantime, as we wrap up, we will be doing the gift exchange. Hopefully, you all drew and made your customized Christmas cards because those are important.” Your father laughs into the microphone as the audience gape at his announcement. “You all were given a number in the beginning, and you must find your missing match to exchange gifts and cards.”
“What number are you?” Tiffany asked, holding the number 57 in her right hand. In the background, you can hear Yoongi take a deep breath before starting, playing softly. “I hope it is not some loser like Jimin.”
“Tiffany!” You scolded, holding back a laugh. “You got to admit it that was funny,” Jin said causing Tiffany to nod her head in agreement. “I think Y/N’s Dad made sure our gifts and cards were going to be exchanged for the kids.”
“Where did you hear that?” Taehyung asked with a questionable look on his face, slightly raising one brow over the other. He looked down at his homemade card. It was a folded red paper with the front page having drawn an elf with green scribbly colored clothes with a text bubble with ‘Ho Ho Ho.’ Next to the elf, there was a poorly drawn old man which you assumed to be Santa, and the question, ‘Who are you calling a Ho?’ is above Santa’s red cap in a blue text bubble.
“You cannot give that to a kid.” You laughed and held up your simple white card to him that had a string of red and green Christmas ornaments with the text ‘Let’s hang at Christmas!’
“I think it will be fine,” he stated with a small look of worry on his face. “I have the number 5.”
“I have the number 7,” Jin and Hobi said simultaneously, then exchanging looks of excitement.
The two friends quickly exchanged boxes and cards, excited to see what had been inside the gift.
“Tae!” Taehyung’s younger sister screamed across the room loudly, letting everyone know who she was looking for. “Can you and Unnie look at the family group chat?!”
Looking over your shoulder, you see Taehyung pulling out his phone from the right back pocket of his pants. He unlocked his phone, clicking on his latest text notification.
[mom]: text us your number
[dad]: 7
“Oh you have the same number as my dad,” Tae mentioned to Tiffany. “They’re in the back somewhere.”
[brother]: 95
[sister]: 23
Your cousin texted your numbers to your family members. Right away, your aunt sent a reply.
[mom]: oh y/n, jimin has the same number as you! he just told us a couple of minutes ago that he was going to find you two!!
“There’s no fucking way, right?” You weren’t sure who Taehyung was asking. “Dude, the world must be against you or something.”
Tiffany flicked Tae’s head, making him wince and look at Tiffany with a confused look. She gave him an angry death glare. With his voice shaking, he said, “You know, Cousin, we can switch numbers.”
“Let’s be real, your mom probably somehow told him that me and him have the same number already.” You sighed. “There’s no use.”
You forced a smile, walking away, wanting to find your father before you had to exchange gifts. With a quick glance at the ballroom, you couldn’t find your father in the crowd of people up and rushing to others, trying to find their gifts. You get on the tip of your heels to get a better look, not wanting to go through the crowd and be accidentally pushed.
Across the room, Jimin was there, holding a white box in his hands, already staring at you with his dark brown eyes. Your heart dropped a bit, wondering how was it possible that the two of you would always find each other in a room full of strangers and chaotic noise.
The music stopped playing, and you could finally hear your cousin calling out your name.
“Wait.” Tiffany abruptly said. You knew they were behind you, but you didn’t dare look back. Without looking, you knew Tiffany was holding Taehyung’s wrist back, already seeing what was happening. “It’s the eye sex conversation talk again.”
Jimin took the first move, taking steps forward to go to you, not taking his eyes off yours. He was looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered when the whole world was on fire. He was looking at you the way he always did, but more intensely.
When he’s finally in front of you, he released a sigh of relief, slightly giggling. “Hey.”
“Hey,” you whispered, not believing what was happening.
“I asked your father for his permission, and now I just really need yours.” He handed the box in front of you. “Open it.”
Taking the lid off, there was a soft fleece blanket, a blanket patterned with the animals from the Lorax. You knew he was waiting for you to look back at him, but you stared down at the box. The words how, why, what, and oh wanted to come out, but no sound came out when you parted your lips.
“When I said ‘just not like that,’ it was first to Taehyung’s mom when we were watching the movie and you were sleeping underneath the blanket,” he explained. “I asked your father to get the same number as you, to show you that I don’t want it to be like that. I want to be with you any day watching your mom’s favorite movie under the soft blankets, reminding you that you aren’t alone and that your mother isn’t forgotten.”
You looked up back at him. Tears were forming in his alluring eyes. You hold back a smile, wanting to laugh at the irony. He was looking at you the same way you looked at him the day he decided not to study abroad.
“Hurting you was the worst thing I did.”
You stood there frozen, wanting to say something, but you knew your words would come out incoherent, barely intelligible.
“You don’t have to say anything.” But Jimin read you like his favorite book, knowing every single line, reciting them out loud, letting the words live in his head rent-free. “I understand the trees.” He paused. “If you had known it was going to be me, would you still have made that card so friend-zoney?”
And there, you wrapped your arms around him, knowing you would never lose him ever again.
Perhaps the heartbreak of losing your mom could not be healed with time, but with the love of your life.
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a/n: i finally graduated!!!!
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can you do a reaction about how the boys act when they see someone else flirting with the you?
Someone flirts with you ~ BTS Reactions
Kim Namjoon:
Namjoon briefly coughed to cover up the confused sound that escaped his mouth, his eyes flitting over to you who was standing a few feet away from him with a tall and handsome man shaking your hand.
Namjoon tried to concentrate on the interview but there was so much going on at the same time that he found it difficult to pay attention to one thing. The interviewer was asking the boys something, Jin and Hoseok looked over at Namjoon for help with the translations, Jungkook's elbow was hitting Namjoon's arm as he tried to move his blazer repeatedly to fan some air to his middle that was probably sweating and making his silk shirt stick to his body.
And then there was also a man that he did not know take the same hand that you had offered to shake - right up to his mouth - and place a kiss over your knuckles. Namjoon blanked out for a second, staring numbly at the scene that had just unfolded before him, before snapping back to reality with a brief clearing of his throat, looking back at the interview with a brilliant fake smile.
He tried his best to not appear disinterested in what the interviewer never seemed to stop babbling about, sighing in relief when they finally said goodbye.
Without a second thought, Namjoon marched over to you with a bitter, 'I leave my girlfriend alone for one minute and guys are already falling head over heels,' that he spat under his breath.
"Who was that?" Namjoon asked you in a hushed whisper, pulling you into him and playing it cool.
"To be honest," you giggled shamelessly, "I have no idea."
"Why did he kiss your hand?" Namjoon complained with a little frown.
"I was surprised too, yes. I immediately told him I'm here with my boyfriend."
Namjoon's eyebrows rose in surprise, looking down at you with a proud smirk.
"That's my girl. What did he say?"
"He was like, 'oh yeah! you're that leader's girl, yes!' and I was like, 'yeahhh'," you smirked, continuing with a grin, "My boyfriend is the leader of BTS."
Namjoon couldn't help but chortle at your response, patting your back proudly and bending to kiss your cheek, his lips just touching the corner of your mouth.
"Damn right, I'm your boyfriend."
Kim Seokjin:
"Annyeonghaseyo," the staff member greeted everyone in the life, squeezing past a few people and standing right next to you.
"Hi, (Y/n)," he grinned down at you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small canned caramel latte. "I got this free, you can have it."
From the corner, Jin's eyes narrowed at the little interaction, his arm pressed against the elevator wall and Jimin leaning right up against him.
"Thanks," you smiled, accepting the coffee from him. "I've been craving some caffeine."
"I know," the man smirked, straightening up and clearing his throat. "You usually stop by the cafe in the morning with the girls, but I didn't see you today."
Jin internally scoffed. He keeps track of you now?
"Oh," you nodded lamely. "I was late."
"That's alright," he smiled, raising a hand boldly to pat your head. "Just tell me if you need something, and I'll get it for you."
"Okay," you laughed, nodding and deflating into an awkward silence. Your lips pursed, building up the courage to look towards Jin.
Jin's eyebrows rose in question, giving you a look but soon glanced to the door when it dinged.
"I'll see you around, (Y/n)," the staff member smiled fondly at you, briefly hugging you from the side before rushing out with the crowd. You stood frozen, now only four people were left in the elevator.
Jin stretched his muscles, walking over and standing right behind you. His manager was busy on the phone and Jimin was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
"Wasn't he getting a bit too cozy with you?"
"I guess," you breathed out, finally at ease. Jin pulled you gently, letting your back rest against his chest.
"Did he make you feel uncomfortable?"
You took his hand in yours to play with his fingers.
"Just a little. But he's always been that way."
"I'll speak with him," Jin offered, a tinge of concern evident in his voice.
"Next time, stand beside me."
Min Yoongi:
"Um," Yoongi chuckled under his breath when you came back to sit beside him.
"What?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this but..." Yoongi's eyes closed and then widened in disbelief. "That was kinda hot."
"What was hot?" you snorted, turning to point to your friend on the other side of the counter. "Whatever happened there?"
"Mhm," he hummed, distracting himself by opening up his notebook and grabbing his pen. "I was a bit confused at first, I mean, I thought she wanted to whisper something to you when he leaned over the counter, but she was just talking."
"It was a little loud," you defended with a laugh. "But I won't deny that she wasn't flirting with me."
"You were flirting back," Yoongi commented.
"Well," you nodded, adjusting in your seat, "We're just close that way. We always flirt with each other but it's harmless and platonic, at least from my side."
"Ah," he nodded with a little raise of his eyebrows. "Flirt with each other?"
"We used to believe that if we never get a boyfriend, we'll live together in a big mansion and have many dogs."
"Typical girlfriend thoughts," Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Sorry to break that dream but you have a boyfriend now, y'know."
"Oh, I know," you smirked. "But she's single and keeps calling me her wife. Can't help it."
"Wife?" Yoongi's eyes widened.
"Am I not wife material?" You challenged.
Yoongi looked across at your friend who was working behind the counter with an apron. Giving it a thought, Yoongi nodded and turned back to face you.
"I better buck up. Can't lose to a girl now, can I?"
Jung Hoseok:
"Um," Hoseok blinked, standing by the door with his wet socks in one hand and a blow-dryer in the other. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," both you and Namjoon replied in sync, briefly looking at each other before looking back at Hoseok.
"What you up to?"
"I just washed my socks," Hoseok replied, cautiously taking two steps into the hotel room.
"Is there any reason why you two are lying down together, on my bed?"
"It's my bed too," you replied.
"Yeah," Namjoon laughed. "Mine too."
"That doesn't answer my question? Why are you two lying down together?"
"We were reading," Namjoon held up a book that Hoseok really had no interest in. "There's only one, so we decided to share it."
"By lying down together?"
"Would you rather have me sit on (Y/n)'s lap?" Namjoon deadpanned.
Hoseok looked across at the two of you, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.
"Just chill, Hobi," you giggled, taking the hairdryer from his hands. "Don't use my stuff."
"Don't change the topic," He looked into your eyes desperately.
"Don't tell me what to do," you answered casually, sitting back down and looking at Namjoon. "Shall we continue?"
Namjoon smirked, patting the space beside him.
"No?" Hoseok answered on his behalf, quickly sitting down on the bed and holding his socks up. "If you even think about lying next to him, I'll put these on your face."
"Don't talk to my bestie like that," Namjoon frowned, hiding away the smile behind a little pout.
"Bestie?!" your boyfriend shrieked in disbelief. "What??"
"Let's go somewhere else, Joonie. He won't let us read in peace."
"Come here," Namjoon quickly pulled you under his arm, the two of you walking out and continuing the little act that the two of you had planned.
"Joonie?" Hoseok mumbled under his breath, completely baffled.
"I can be a better boyfriend than him," Namjoon croaked, his voice cracking and one arm raised into the air dramatically.
"I can do the things that he never did!"
"(Y/N)!!" Hoseok screamed, both you and Namjoon bursting into a fit of giggles and racing down the hallway away from him.
"He can't be a better boyfriend! At least I can cook!"
< Don't ask me why I chose this GIF>
Park Jimin:
"Isn't that (Y/n)?"
Jimin followed Taehyung's finger that pointed to you, his eyes widening a little when he saw a man who he didn't recognize sat beside you, his hands trying to hold your hair up.
You were laughing animatedly, letting him try to do whatever it was that he wanted to do, his knee touching your thigh by the way he was sitting.
"Woah," Taehyung whispered when Jimin was already running, if not flying, toward you.
"Jimin!" you grinned, taking his hand and making him sit beside you. His eyes softened at the adoration in your voice, looked into your eyes that were fondly gazing back at him.
"Good practice?"
"Mhm," Jimin nodded, looking across and briefly making eye contact with the man.
"Friend?"
"Oh, no- I mean, well..." you laughed, not knowing how to word it. The man beside you began to giggle as well, his hand playfully slapping your shoulder.
Jimin could've punched him for that. But he held back.
"He's the new stylist or something, but it's quite a funny story, I met him at the mall a few weeks ago when he lost his dog. I helped him find it and today he recognized me as his 'life-saver'."
"Ah," Jimin nodded, carefully reading the man's expression.
"Nice to meet you, bro," he held a hand out for Jimin to shake.
"Yeah," Jimin nodded, barely shaking his hand before looking back at you.
"Come, let's go eat. Jin hyung brought food."
"Okay," you agreed, letting Jimin take your hand and pull you up.
"I'll see you around!" The man waved, reaching up and patting your elbow before you could leave. Jimin huffed with a pout and tugged you quickly, wanting to get you as far away from him as possible.
"Okay! See ya!"
When you both had reached the table, Jimin let your hand go and decided to go help Jin with the food. He wouldn't want you to see right through him and know how bothered he was by the fact that a random person was playing with your hair. Taehyung soon approached you, smirking and resting his arm around your shoulder.
"Notice anything different?"
You giggled knowingly, poking Taehyung in the stomach.
"The whole world knows when Jimin gets jealous, Tae"
Kim Taehyung:
"Thank you," Taehyung politely bowed, taking his boarding pass from the man and stepping aside so that you could get yours.
"Hello," you greeted the man sitting behind the counter, showing him your passport.
"Hey," he smiled brightly at you. "How are you doing today?"
"I'm great, thank you. How're you?"
"I'm doing good, especially after seeing you," he casually flirted, averting his gaze and typing something.
"Oh, um," you laughed, looking towards Taehyung who was already glaring at the man, his expression hard with a light scowl playing on his mouth.
"Hey, could you get me a window seat?" You asked the man with hope shining bright in your eyes.
"Of course," he grinned. "I could do anything for you."
Taehyung was on the verge of interrupting him when you held up a subtle hand and brushed him off.
"Thanks," you whispered, bending closer and keeping your voice low but loud enough for Taehyung to hear.
"My boyfriend loves sitting by the window. I plan on telling him that we can exchange seats so that he can fall for me some more," you winked at the man whose eyes widened at your words.
"Oh," he chuckled lightly and nodded. "Yeah, sounds good."
From the corner of your eye, you watched Taehyung turn and cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking with little giggles that poured out of him.
"Thank you," you grinned, accepting the boarding pass and bowing politely at the man. "Have a great day."
"Thank you, I hope you have a great flight."
Taehyung slipped his hand into yours, making eye contact with the employee and smiling tightly as if to say, 'yes, that boyfriend is me.'
Walking for a few minutes, both you and Taehyung looked at each other before bursting out into laughter right in the middle of the airport, his mouth opening into a boxy grin and eyes closing tight at how hard he was laughing.
"That poor man deflated like a balloon," Taehyung guffawed, his eyes watering and a hand held over his mouth. "I can't believe you handled that so well!"
"Of course," you smirked proudly, shrugging like it was no big deal. "I thought you would've made sure that guy gets on a flight to the south pole or something, I had to stop you."
"Oh, I could," Taehyung pointed out, clicking his tongue with a scoff. "Flirting with my girl right in front of me."
"At least we got the window seat," you giggled. "I thought he would've felt bad and said no."
"Then I would've booked him a spaceship straight to mars."
Jeon Jungkook:
"Hey, Bang Chan?" Jungkook heard you call out to the man who was sitting on the floor and tying his laces.
"Can you pin me up against the wall?"
Both the men's heads snapped up at your request, Jungkook's eyes widening in disbelief. Bang Chan began to laugh in panic, briefly meeting Jungkook's alert eyes and then looking at you. He knew you were only teasing him after the iconic moment on VLIVE, and although he was a little nervous about Jungkook's reaction, Bang Chan proceeded to continue the little act as it had occurred during his live.
"Um," he giggled, looking you straight in the eye and mustering up the courage to smirk across at you in Jungkook's presence.
"Say please."
Your head tipped back in laughter, oblivious to the death glares Jungkook was shooting both at you and Bang Chan, quickly standing up to walk across towards the tall man.
"Plea-"
"NO!" Jungkook screamed, leaping off of the chair that went flying through the air at the force.
"(Y/n)?!"
"Please," you continued nonetheless, ignoring Jungkook and grabbing Bang Chan's arm.
By the time Jungkook made it to the two of you, Bang Chan had his phone in his hand, quickly opening up Spotify and playing 'Red Lights'.
"Yah!" Jungkook yelled, taking the phone from him and trying to stop the song. At that moment, Bang Chan grabbed you by your elbow, gently pulling you up against him.
"Since you've asked me so nicely," He teased, a chortle tearing through his pursed lips at the bewildered expression on Jungkook's face. You giggled innocently, patting Bang Chan's shoulder and wordlessly telling him to let go.
"(Y/n)?!" Jungkook looked at you with a wild glaze in his eyes. "What was that?"
"Let us have some fun, JayKay," Bang Chan teased him, purposely reaching out for you again.
"No, thank you," Jungkook stood between the two of you and protectively held a hand around you. "She's my girlfriend."
"She can be mine, too."
"Wanna die?" Jungkook threatened, feeling angered by the way both you and Bang Chan were laughing.
"She's only mine. I'm not sharing."
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Mutual Help | #21
𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
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When the morning comes, you don't spend any more time in the tent than it's necessary. Jungkook is still fast asleep, facing you with his back in more ways than just in a sleepy position. Even your dreams were filled with him, replaying your yesterday's conversation that ended up with him snapping at you. It affected you more than you hoped for, you know he's just hurt and not ready to tell you whatever happened between him and Kiko. That's his way of coping, even though you're obviously bummed out that you weren't the person he wanted to talk to. But then, you remember when Jimin called you to visit your best friend and you saw how heartbroken he was. He was trying to push away everyone, wanting to be left alone. And he's doing the same thing now and you're going to respect that.
It's different because when they called you that night, Jungkook was calmer and was just left as a depressed and sulked human being. But now, you could've seen him after something happened just a few minutes before he came back to your camping spot.
And that's how you spend your walk to the building where you take a morning shower — thinking about Jungkook while your heart aches for him, even though you've no idea what happened. One thing is for sure, they talked and maybe Kiko finally spilled her secret. Shaking your head, you decide it's time to stop thinking about possible scenarios or your best friend that has never snapped at you so much.
When you come back, you're taken aback at the sight of awoken Jungkook who rubs his eyes and sleepily sits on one of the fishing chairs, wearing his oversized black hoodie with matching black shorts. It's getting hot outside, but he doesn't seem to mind. His hair is completely rustled, sticking to different directions but it still looks soft and sleek.
"Hey, where did you go?" Jimin asks loudly when he sees you approaching everyone, causing their eyes to turn to you but you've set them solely on your friend.
"Went to take a shower." you shrug, giving him a faint smile as you glance at Jungkook.
You almost scoff loudly when he stares at you before he looks away slowly and reaches for some snacks.
Jimin looks at you and then at Jungkook, glancing back at you as he hides a frown that wants to settle on his puffy morning face. He finds it weird because you haven't told anyone about you taking a shower and you just disappeared, Jungkook obviously didn't know when he asked him and told everyone he woke up alone. And the two of you act weird around each other, not hiding it that well at all.
"Are you hungry?" he settles on asking, "We're making some sandwiches."
"No, thanks," you give him another smile but he doesn't buy it, "I had some leftovers from yesterday." you shrug, excusing yourself by saying you need to pack.
And it's true. You don't need your friends staring at you, trying to figure out what the hell happened between you and Jungkook. The worst thing is, that even you don't know.
In the midst of your packing, when you hear some laughter and chatter, Jimin comes up to help you as he loads your luggage into the trunk of Jungkook's car.
"Hey, is everything okay between you and Jungkook? You two are acting weird." he says, voice thick with worry when Taehyung walks up to you and has the same look on his face.
They're worried. You thought they're too busy fooling around to notice you or Jungkook, but it proved to be wrong. They're still your friends and they noticed.
"Uh, I don't know." you shrug, not really sure what to tell them. You don't know anything since Jungkook doesn't want to tell you and you're giving him the space he wanted. All you've got are wild guesses of what could possibly be behind his behavior.
"Did you guys have fight?" Jimin tries again, head tilting to a side as he nibbles on his bottom lip.
"Something like that." you mutter, not particularly showing any emotion.
Of course, you're kind of sad that Jungkook doesn't want to tell you and even snapped at you, something he has never done. Not in such a serious situation where you could've seen there's something wrong with him. He's been very open with you, all the time, but it seems like whatever he's battling with, even you as his best friend, can't help. And for some reason, that makes you sad even more because you want to be there for him. Whatever that is. But as a best friend, you respect his space and even though this is quite new, him not telling you anything, you're not going to be noisy and cause him any more harm.
You can't tell Jimin and Taehyung even the littlest you know. You'd have to mention Kiko and the fact they went for a walk, or God knows what they were doing, that ended with Jungkook coming back in a completely different state. The less they know the better.
"Do you want me to kick his ass?" Jimin asks, causing you and Taehyung to chuckle at his frown and determined tone but even his corners of mouth twitch in a grin.
"Nah, I can kick his ass on my own if he truly pisses me off." you shrug, causing the two men to laugh and you join them.
"Well, I hope everything will be fine. You've barely fought, if ever... and Jungkook looks like shit ever since he woke up. He doesn't talk, barely reacts to any of us and then we saw you acting so distant, we just got worried. Whatever happened, I really hope you'll figure it out."
You realize that seeing the two of you acting so distant and almost ignoring each other, like Jimin just initiated, is very weird to them as well. Jungkook and you bickered a few times, over snacks or stupid stuff that were never that serious and always ended up with him tickling you or you slapping his arm. It happened in the presence of Jimin and Taehyung as well, and you're reminded again how much they know your friendship as well. That's why it was so weird for them to hear that you started dating together.
"We will, Jimin-ah. Don't worry about it." you smile at him, surprised when he hugs you all of a sudden but you hug him back.
It's been awhile since he hugged you, and you missed him. When he pulls away, you see Taehyung leaning against Jungkook's sleek car as he gives you a smile of encouragement. You smile back, knowing that no matter what, they've got your back and are here for you. They might not know everything, but they're true friends.
"That's what happens when you start dating your best friend." Taehyung speaks up, trying to brighten up the mood but it ends up with your smile falling down and Jimin exclaiming his name.
"Taehyung!"
"What? Am I wrong?" he shrugs innocently, causing you and Jimin to burst in laughter as he wraps his arm around Taehyung's shoulders and starts to shake his laughing form.
Shaking your head, you make your way to the rest of the guys while you'll try to enjoy your last minutes on this camping trip.
Taehyung might be right, although you know this has nothing to do with you "dating" Jungkook. This is something his and Kiko's relationship caused. And when you get back and see Kiko's puffy face and Jungkook's dark circles and how pale his skin and face looks from the lack of sleep, you know you're right.
Going back home settles a weird feeling in your chest. You're sad that it's over and you wish you could stay a little longer to explore nature and experience more adventurous memories. It's sad to think about tomorrow's day, Monday, and the fact you've to wake up early in the morning and go to work. Reality crashes onto you and you realize, those three days being away from your daily routine have passed away too quickly. On the other hand, you can't wait to go back home and take a proper bath. You also miss your bed and how much softer it'll feel now that you've spent two nights in a tent. Appreciation points for Jungkook, for making sure you've got three layers of blankets beneath you, so you've the softest surface and can get a peaceful sleep.
However, even the mentioned man is the reason why you can't wait to go back home. It seems to be more serious than you thought, considering he barely uttered a single word. The only thing he asked you, right after you said goodbye to everyone who went in a separate car, was if you got everything. With a small nod and gentle 'yes' your conversation, a very short lived one, ended.
It feels awkward to be in a one car, where the tension can be obviously felt and not even Taehyung's jokes and attempts of keeping conversation helps. You feel sorry for him, and you're suddenly thankful there is Minjae and Seulgi who keep chatting with him. His words are obviously aimed at you and Jungkook, but you're both not in a mood. You can't pretend you're ecstatic and full of energy, when your sleep wasn't as good as you hoped it'd be and Jungkook looks like he hadn't slept at all.
Your answers and attempt of giving at least some kind of feedback to Taehyung are even more awkward and after that, you decide it's better to just close your eyes and listen to the soft music that's playing in the background. Even Taehyung gives up and sulks back into the seat with a frown settling on his lips.
Minjae and Selugi are the first ones to leave, Taehyung follows them shortly after leaving you and Jungkook alone. The drive to your home is almost uncomfortably awkward, and when Jungkook parks the car in a parking lot you almost let out a sigh of relief. As soon as he turns off the engine, you open the door and go straight to the truck to get your stuff. You're not angry at Jungkook, but you don't really know what to say to him. He's the one who barely talks and you're not going to try and make a conversation when he has made it clear that he wants to be left alone. Just as you're closing the trunk, the driver's door opens and Jungkook gets out of the car.
Surprisingly, he looks at you and you almost gasp at the sight of his face. Of course, this is not the first time you see him today but it's the first time he's looking straight into your eyes from such close proximity. Those dark circles underneath his eyes look even more awful than you thought, and his eyes are glossy and puffy. It's like he's on the verge of breaking down.
"Thanks for the ride," you tell him, giving him a small smile which he doesn't return but takes a shaky breath. "You wanna come in?" you ask, expecting him to cancel your offer.
"Yeah," he rasps out, "If that's okay with you."
Smiling at him, you nod. "Of course." you mutter softly, thanking him when he takes the bags from your hands.
The walk towards your apartment building is silent, just like the car ride here was, except that there's no Taehyung that could fill the awkward silence with his jokes or use his social butterfly personality. Jungkook trails behind you silently, holding your bags for you the whole way into your modest apartment.
"You can leave them here, I need to wash everything anyway," you tell him, closing the door behind him as he listens to you and gently puts them down on the floor. "Thank you." you smile, but all you're met is just another nod he gives you as he takes off his shoes.
You do the same thing, slowly making your way inside while he follows you. His footsteps are almost inaudible, and if it weren't for his soft and musky scent you'd think he still stands beside the front door. He plops himself down onto your couch, and just when you're about to ask him if he'd like to have something to drink, he takes a deep breath before his soft voice carries between the walls.
"I'm sorry,"
Your features soften, and your body moves automatically to sit down next to him as you watch him. He sounds so vulnerable, it makes your heart clench at the sight of your best friend.
You told yourself you're going to respect his decision and not to pry, even though your curiosity and heart tells you otherwise. You wish you could help, to do anything at this point, but it's hard when you don't know what happened.
"She cheated," he says, cutting off your thoughts as your eyes snap back to him and the way he nibbles on his bottom lip. "S-she cheated on me." His voice shivers, hands quickly rubbing his eyes as he tries to ward off any tears that might be ready to spill.
"She told you that?" you ask him, not sure what's the right to say at this point. All you can focus on is his front teeth picking on his bottom lip and your heart hurts for him.
When he gives a weak nod, your hands grab his as you clutch them tightly in your grasp.
She really cheated on him? When Jungkook came up with that thought, you were quick to tell him otherwise. There's no way she'd cheat on him. Yes, their whole breakup was weird and shady, just as Jungkook called it himself. He knew something's not right and when he finally got over the first emotions of a heartbreak, he realized there's something more. Not in a million years you'd think, she's able to cheat on him.
First of all, Jungkook is a complete package. He's a man any woman would dream of. He's a hardworking, loving, soft and thoughtful person who takes care of others and loves them with all his heart. He's not perfect, not at all. But his soul is pure and he'd do anything for his family and friends. He gave himself to her, trusted her with his heart and she shattered it into million pieces from the moment she broke up with him.
And he doesn't deserve that. No matter what he did yesterday, his little outburst and pushing you away, you know he didn't mean it. If it were any other guy, you'd tell him to fuck off but not to Jungkook. Not when you knew as soon as you saw the look on his face, that whatever happened messed him up. And it all makes sense.
That's why Kiko cried while Hoseok comforted her, although you're not sure why he's still by her side at this point when he knows she cheated. He must be a very loyal best friend. You've no idea why she did or any details, you can't really judge her. But the best friend part of you despises her for breaking Jungkook's heart and hurting him this badly.
"We talked and I-I wanted to know what truly happened." His words are hard to get out and you don't burden him with any more questions that might be hurting him even more.
"I'm sorry, Kook. You don't deserve this." you tell him, head dropping onto his shoulder as you hug him.
He sits still, barely moving. It makes you feel useless, because there's nothing you could do to make this any easier. The only thing you can do is to be there for him.
"The worst part of this is that I still love her. Isn't that fucked up?" he scoffs at himself, causing your head to lift up as you stare at him.
"Love is a weird thing." you tell him, understanding how confused he must be even though you've never felt that hurtful breakup. Going through a heartbreak is one thing, being cheated on is another. And the mix of those things at the same time is a complete disaster.
"I want to hate her so much, but I don't. She hurt me and I still fucking love her," he blurts out, "I-I asked her if she loves me."
You sit up, straightening yourself as you can't help but stare at his swollen eyes. "What did she say?"
Eyebrows frowned in confusion, it seems like he's growing even more confused with each sentence and minute as he's replaying yesterday's events.
"She said she loves me." he answers softly, featuring softening as he replays her words.
You can't help but scoff. "She wouldn't have cheated if she loved you."
He glares at you, obviously not liking what you've just said even though he probably thinks the same thing. He just doesn't want to let her go no matter what. "We don't know anything. We don't know why she did that or--" he stutters over his words, but you just shake your head.
"Are you really making excuses for her? Kook, she cheated on you," His face twists into another hurtful expression, but it needs to be said. "You deserve so much better. Someone who's gonna be there for you and treat you just as equally amazing as you treated her. There was no reason for her to do that. Your whole world revolved around her, and still does, and she still did what she did. Cheating is never the answer, if you were the bad guy here, she should've broken up with you before she cheated."
Those words pain him, you can see it on his beautiful but hurt features, but he needs to hear it. He opens his mouth and closes it again, mind settling to say something else.
"I'm sorry," he says, eyes dropping onto his lap.
"What?" you chuckle. Doesn't he have anything to say after everything you just said to him?
"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was acting like a fucking idiot. I was so hurt and I just-- snapped. I wanted to talk to you but then I saw you with Namjoon and I just-- I've no idea what came over me. You didn't deserve that, I'm so sorry." he apologizes, eyes finding yours as he stares at you with determination and honesty in his big doe eyes.
"Kook, it's okay," you mutter, "Although, it was unnecessary to mention Namjoon when all we did was just talk."
"You're right, I overreacted," he frowns, shutting his eyes before he lets out a groan. "I'm such an asshole."
"Don't be so tough on yourself, I knew there was something wrong with you and something must've happened. Don't beat yourself over this."
What good would it do if you were angry at him? You knew from the beginning that there's more to his sudden outburst and reaction. Yes, he acted stupid but it makes sense now.
"No, don't make excuses for me," he tells you, "I was a dick to you. If I could just turn back time and--"
"Hey, hey, hey," you stop him, hands grabbing his as you look into his eyes deeply. "I told you it's okay. You were acting like a dick, yes, but you've been through a lot. Let's not just talk about this anymore, okay?"
The last thing you want for him, is to beat himself up over something he didn't mean.
Jungkook doesn't seem to be convinced by your words, tongue poking his inner cheek as he has the same frown settled on his face.
"I snapped at you so many times before, not even once you made me feel awful about it. You've put up with my ass so many times," you remind him, gently nudging his shoulder as he glances at you. "Remember that time when I screamed at you because you brought me that red mug instead of that pink with white dots on it?" you laugh, remembering as if it was yesterday.
The color of that mug didn't really matter, it was about the size of it that did. Poor Jungkook made you a chamomile tea and you screamed at him once he poured it into the wrong mug. It's just one of many memories where you were acting like a bitch.
"But you were on your period that time." he comments, looking at you confusingly.
"Look who's making excuses for me, huh?" you judge him, the corner of his mouth quirks up as he chuckles.
"You always get bitchy when you're on your period," he shrugs, scrunching his nose while he starts cackling once you let out a fake exclamation. "It makes me feel sorry for your future husband, or anyone that'll have to put up with your ass." he teases you, causing you to slap his shoulder with much more strength as you laugh.
"You're so mean!" you exclaim through your giggling, happy to see him show at least some kind of positive emotion.
"I was just joking," he mutters as his smile slowly fades away. "Kinda."
Snorting, you both sit in a quiet and peaceful silence for a moment before you speak. "What's your plan now?" you ask carefully.
He quickly catches onto the meaning behind your words and lets out another sigh of exhaustion. "I've no idea," he answers truthfully, "I just need my best friend right now." he says, smiling when you cuddle up to his side.
He wraps his arm around your frame, pulling you even closer as you hug him around his stomach with one arm.
"Well, I'm here," you mutter into his chest, "Do you wanna stay the night? I've got some of your clothes in my closet."
You can feel and hear his heartbeat through his shirt as it sends a calming wave through your body.
"Yeah," he answers softly, hand slowly caressing your back.
A few minutes of you cuddling to each other, you hear him sniffling every now and then, making you pay more attention rather than to just listen to his heartbeat and enjoy the comfort of his chest and your couch. "Kook, are you crying?" you ask softly.
"No," he denies, although you hear a shiver running down his voice. Just when you're about to pull away to look at him in an obvious concern, his hold on you tightens and he doesn't allow you to see him.
Your heart tightens. He must be so hurt. Jungkook barely cries, he's stubborn when it comes to crying and he can hold himself back so much. There aren't many things that can make him cry, but this one that he's crying over right now, is serious and understandable. Respecting his decision, you lay back onto his chest while you listen to his heartbeat because there's nothing else you can do. He needs his best friend and you're there for him.
Even if it means just being in his arms while he cries his heart out silently.
Understandably, the next morning is more comfortable than those two nights spent in a tent and it's not just because Jungkook is warming up your body this time. Your soft and spacious bed is a huge plus too, and there are no bugs crawling near you.
Sun's shining through your blinds, warming up the whole room which starts to get a little bit uncomfortable considering Jungkook's body pressed against yours. But you don't move, letting him hold you while soft puffs leave his mouth and fill the silence.
After he calmed down and made sure you didn't see any tears in his eyes when you looked at him and his arms loosened up around your frame, you opened a bottle of wine. It felt like you both needed it, especially Jungkook, and it hadn't cured his heartbreak but it helped to let his mind relax. One bottle wasn't enough for him to get drunk, and after you finished that cheap wine you bought a month ago, you went to wash yourselves — separately. You just hoped he's not crying while you were taking a shower. He seemed okay when you got out of the bathroom, and even smiled at you as he silently assured you he's fine. Well, not maybe completely but he's getting there. After that, he nestled inside your bed and cuddled with you before you could complain.
But you wouldn't, just the fact he needed someone — his best friend — and have that assurance during such a difficult time, convinced you and was enough.
As Jungkook's breathing picks up pace and is no longer that peaceful and relaxed, you know he's awake. He stretches his tensed muscles but still wraps his arm around your body again, breathing in your scent. It almost makes you shiver against him, feeling up his breath at the back of your neck.
"You're hot." you speak up, whining when he tightens his hold.
"Mhm, I know that." he rasps out, his voice raspy and groggy that makes your heart skip a beat. Why is this man so freaking attractive when he barely does anything?
"No," you scoff, causing him to chuckle as he already knows what you're about to say. "You're warming me up too much."
Of course, he knows what he's doing and he's just being a little teasing shit.
"But you're so comfortable," he mutters, voice muffled by your hair. "Mhm, so comfortable." he nestles his nose into your hair even more, almost moaning in delight. You know he's just teasing you.
"Come on, you must be getting hot too. You're wearing sweatpants and a shirt." you point out, wiggling in his grasp but he still doesn't let go of you.
"I could've slept naked but you glared at me when I proposed that." he points out this time, causing you to groan.
You remember your conversation yesterday, when you brought him the clothes he left here as he started to complain. You know Jungkook likes to sleep naked, but he's always been decent to wear clothes whenever you've slept in the same bed. Way before you had sex with him, and even after that. You don't know what could happen if he slept naked. Him wearing clothes despite his protest settled at least some kind of relief that you wouldn't have to worry about your damn hormones. Jungkook respected that and he mostly teased you, while he whined like a little kid. But you know as soon as you would just nod and allow him not to wear anything, he would gladly accept it.
You don't trust Jungkook in this. You don't trust his abs and other parts of his body that could've been exposed.
"Yeah, I didn't want your dick rubbing against me the whole night." you scoff, trying to elbow him but it's impossible because of his arm draped over you.
"You've seen it all, baby. You love my dick." he teases you, your cheeks flaring red and you're glad he can't see your flustered red face.
"I'm not gonna make us breakfast if you keep me as your hostage." you decide to say, purposely not saying anything about his dick.
Jungkook catches onto that, although he doesn't say anything and just chuckles because the mention of food takes his mind off it.
"Breakfast? Fuck yeah." he exclaims, suddenly energized when he could barely utter a single word just a few minutes ago. He releases you immediately, causing you to take off the sheets of your heated body.
"Thank God," you breathe out, enjoying how air hits your skin. Deciding, it's better to start the day now because you've to go to work in two hours, you sit up while rubbing your eyes.
You're lucky you're not supposed to be in the office today, and your job requires you to visit a photoshoot nearby your apartment building.
"I'm gonna make breakfast but you should wake up too, I've work today." you say, standing up from the bed as you turn around to look at Jungkook.
He's on his stomach, face buried in one of your pillows as he shows you a thumbs up but barely makes any effort to move. Snorting, you shake your head at him before you're about to feed the always hungry man in your bed.
You can't with this man.
Jungkook finally shows up once you call for him, telling him the breakfast is ready. It turns out you should've gone grocery shopping after you came back home, considering there's barely anything in the fridge. Kimchi fried rice has been the only option, since you've got almost all ingredients for it. You just had to cook rice which took another twenty five minutes, so you've done your makeup and put on your work clothes.
You're placing the fresh breakfast onto two plates, making sure Jungkook has the bigger portion since he eats a lot, even in the mornings which can be hardly said about you. His soft footsteps are heard, padding against the floor before he stands behind you. Hands placed on your hips, he looks over your shoulder and hums at the delicious sight.
"Come on, eat up. We don't have that much time," you tell him, scrubbing the last bits from the pan.
Your breath hitches when he places a tender kiss against your neck, smooching your cheek before he starts nibbling on the sweet skin of your neck. He smells like toothpaste and his typical scent, even through the strong smell of kimchi and pork belly.
"Jungkook, weren't you hungry?" you whine, placing the pan softly back on a stove as you gasp when he grazes his teeth against your earlobe.
"Why are you so dressed up?" he says, hands trailing down onto your stomach as he starts caressing you through the satin fabric of your rosewood blouse. The other hand slowly moves down and plays with the hem of your casual black skirt.
You look down, heart picking up the pace at the sight of his exposed tattoos, but the view is quickly taken away from you when he softly bites onto your neck causing your eyes to shut. Letting out a loud gasp, you act out of natural instinct and you jerk your hips right into his crotch. It's unintentional and your cheeks burn when you feel his soft bulge through the sweatpants.
"I told you, I, I've got work in an hour." you stutter, trying to find a good balance and strength in your voice but it's quite obvious how bad you're at it, even to you.
"An hour? Hm, that's quite a lot of time." he hums, fingers scratching your legs as they feel your black stocking.
"Jungkook," you gulp, "The food." you tell him pathetically, barely moving because it feels like he has some weird spell over you.
"Fine," he mutters, letting out a sigh before he takes a step back and you're finally able to breathe again.
Turning around, you give him a disapproving scowl which he rewards you with a sheepish grin in return.
"I'll drive you there, to your work." he says, taking the plate with a bigger portion knowing it's for him as he casually sits down on the stool.
He's so comfortable in your home. It makes you mentally snort at him, knowing he always acted like he's living with you. Not that you mind it, though.
"I can drive myself," you shrug, taking your plate as you sit down next to him. "I'd have to take a bus on my way back anyway, if you drove me there."
"I can pick you up, I don't mind." he shrugs, already munching on the breakfast as he stuffs his mouth with it.
"Are you sure?" you ask, not wanting to bother him but you know if you did, he wouldn't propose it in the first place.
He knows very well you've got your own car and you can drive yourself there.
"Of course," he says with full mouth, before he swallows and adds; "I've to edit some photos today but it's not gonna take me long. Just call or text me whenever you're done and I'll pick you up. We can go to mine and watch some movies, if you're up for that. Or anything you want."
Opening your mouth, you nod slowly as you hum in agreement. It pleases you that he wants to spend his time with you. Something's telling you this is a way of taking his mind off Kiko.
"Okay, deal." you tell him, trying to focus on eating rather than the electric feeling his mouth has left on your neck and hands all over your body.
#jungkook x reader#bts au#bts smut#jungkook smut#bts angst#bts fluff#jungkook au#mutual help#jungkook fanfic#personasintro
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can u pls make a e2l with jeonghan? it can be however u want! also female reader pls pls
soup&&confession
a/n. i’ll do you one better: friends to enemies to lovers. i hope you like it, i kinda… got carried away with it…
also if you noticed that my recent works are academic-themed… sorry 😭 it’s my last year and finals are coming so i gotta cope with stress LMAOO
summary. you didn’t think that someone would see your breakdown. and above all, you didn’t think that this someone would be jeonghan, your academic rival.
warnings. cursing lol!! mention of skipping meals and sleep, not a warning but seungkwan and jimin (bts) cameo (bc he was the only k-pop star who’s jeonghan’s age i could think of😭)
words. ~2700
your leg was bouncing up and down under the desk, your eyes glued to the professor. jeonghan though, was focused on you with a shit eating grin on his face.
“what? are you nervous that you failed or something?” he cooed and you snapped your gaze towards him.
“pft, no” a lie “i was studying” another lie.
jeonghan rose his eyebrow in a cocky manner and stretched lazily.
“mhm. then you don’t mind if i can offer you bringing your test to you?” he asked.
“oh, you’re such a gentleman. no thank you, i can do it myself” you sent him a fake smile and stood up. the class was dismissed so you took your bag and rushed to get your test. you heard jeonghan following you, so you sped up.
the truth was that you didn’t even remember how all that bickering with him started. he’s just your academic rival. you were friends since high school and okay, he was your first crush but collage changed both of you. and things weren’t the same as they used to.
you grabbed your test off the desk and rushed out from the classroom, taking a glance at it. 61/100 points. you felt disappointed but frankly speaking, you didn’t study that much.
lately you felt overwhelmed by everything. not only tests and exams but also your job. and the winter season also made your mood worse. not to mention jeonghan always bugging you.
“so?”
you turned around, surprised. before you realised who it was, you saw dark spots appear in front of your eyes. your knees suddenly felt weak so you wanted to grab something, anything. and it happened to be someone’s arm.
“hey, what the fuck are you–”
jeonghan. great.
you tilted your head down, blinking, as if was supposed to make your vision come back to normal quicker. your other hand tightened on the test, crumpling it.
jeonghan on the other hand, was concerned. were you alright? obviously, he isn’t dumb. and besides, he’s known you for a while now. when you wore thick layers of makeup he knew that you have bags under your eyes. the way you tried to play it off when you dozed off during lecture or just your behaviour in general. something was going on.
“you scared me, idiot. i turned too quickly” you hissed and looked up, apparently back to normal. you caught his stare on you, jaw clenched “what did you want?”
“nothing” he snarled, walking away. what a guy.
you went to the library, finding your usual spot at the end of the room. it wasn’t filled with people so you hoped you could focus for at least a while.
your heart felt heavy as you pulled the books from your bag. the test, crumpled, was haunting you at the desk. jeonghan probably got maximum points.
you shook your head, feeling a tender feeling of prickling underneath your eyelids. you hid the test in the bag, opening your book.
“pull yourself together, dumbass” you whispered, blinking a couple of times to look at the text “focus, idiot”
the letters started blurring in front of your eyes and before you realised the tears were falling down onto the paper, staining it.
you hid your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sniffles. you were tired. exhausted even. as ridiculous as it sounds, it just hit you. and the stress that’s going to come is going to be worse and–
“hey, are you alright?”
you shook your head as a no, not even bothering to look up. because you knew it was him.
“fuck off” you choked out, struggling to breathe.
“i’m not saying anything” jeonghan sighed and sat next to you, closing your books “take deep breaths, okay?”
“i’m trying” you mumbled, voice at the verge of crying. you wanted to go home.
“you’re doing okay. do you want to hold my hand?” he hummed, shuffling closer. your took a sudden, deep breath only to let it out with more tears “poor thing… what happened?”
normally you’d tell him to fuck off… again. but your mind felt like it was going to explode.
you leaned forward, your hand gripping your knees harshly. maybe by implying some impact, some kind of pain… you’ll get distracted and–
“don’t do that, silly” jeonghan’s voice was so… surprisingly soft and tender. he grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently “breath with me, please. you’re basically hyperventilating and it’s not good. look at me”
you shook your head as a no. you were humiliated enough by being caught in your vulnerable state by him. and now he wants to look at you, all teary and red from all that crying.
“don’t make me do this” he sighed, drawing circles on your hands as you subconsciously dug your nails onto the palms of his hands.
you looked up, still shaking your head. even though you gave in. you expected his gaze to be pierce and mean but his ebony irises were nothing but… soft.
“in and out, follow me” jeonghan hummed and you did as he said. at first it was difficult but eventually you managed.
you sat there, breathing back to normal. your head felt like something exploded in it, your nose a bit stuffed but besides… jeonghan - the guy who loved to tease you at every opportunity possible - helped you. and now he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.
“what are you staring at?” you snarled, frowning.
“you’re unbelievable” he scoffed, a playful smile on his lips “besides you’re still holding my hands”
your eyes widened and you snapped your hands out of his hold, dramatically wiping them against your jeans.
you looked around and started packing your books.
“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” jeonghan asked, his eyebrows rising up. you didn’t answer.
when your bag was packed, you were ready to leave but jeonghan snatched it and put it over his shoulder.
“hey!” you huffed, looking at him flabbergasted.
“don’t yell, we’re still in a library. and now you’re going with me. to my place” jeonghan shrugged and started walking away.
“what?” you asked and had no choice but to follow him.
“are you gonna speak to me or…?” jeonghan is at the verge of breaking his patience. well, the walk was quiet and now you refused to say something.
“maybe if you didn’t kidnap me?” you growled, looking around. his place didn’t change a bit. you even noticed… a photo frame with the picture of you two, in high school. jeonghan had his arm around yours and…
…and looked at him with literal hearts in your eyes, the sweet scent of his skin mixed with his new cologne (which you laughed at, because as if it was supposed to draw the ladies attention).
“oh look, they’re coming!” jeonghan said and pointed in some direction, causing your body to jerk more towards him.
“you’re acting like a couple” seungkwan, who just arrived, made a disgusted face.
“and what, are you jealous or something?” you grinned and leaned away, your heart almost ripping out of your chest.
“–you. and now, obviously, you’re not listening. god! why did i even bother?” his voice makes you snap back to reality as you shift your gaze towards him.
“you’re done overreacting? can i go home now?” you sigh and plan on taking your bag back but he’s faster, ducks.
“no, listen to me. you’re overworked. you need to rest. and you’re not going to rest at your place because i know your stupidly stubborn ass” he snaps, taking the bag off his shoulder.
“and you’re the one to talk! as if you know what would i do! you’re being ridiculous” you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose “this whole situation is ridiculous, actually”
“you’d study but your brain is exhausted so you’d end up as crying mess, just lol earlier” jeonghan explained slowly, the soft thud of your bag making you open your eyes. well, he was right. it’s not like it hasn’t happened before… “have you even eaten a proper meal?”
“a ra–“
“ramyeons and pizza doesn’t count” he interrupted you, dead serious.
“this is an invasion of personal space. goodbye” you huffed and turned around on your heel. you’ve had enough. screw the bag. you just wanted to go to sleep.
“listen to me–”
“no! you’ve been an asshole to me since we started collage and suddenly, now, you care? i’m tired, hann–” the nickname almost slipped out of your lips but he interrupted you, causing you to realise your mistake.
“that’s exactly the thing, y/n. you’re tired. let me take care of you” he took a step closer, pure care in his eyes.
you were shocked, to say at least.
“i messed up. i know. but i’m genuinely concerned about you” he hummed.
“as a friend or as as in “you slipped, why do you have worse grades than me?”” you crossed your arms.
“get changed. i still might have some of your old clothes” was all he said before he headed to his kitchen.
you gave in. because what were you supposed to do, honestly?
his bedroom changed, though. all the posters stayed the same, even some pictures of you two (it’s not like you threw them out, neither). but it was more minimalistic – fewer furniture, the old armchair gone. new bookshelves to stack the academic textbooks and some plants.
you were surprised to see that he kept his “y/n drawer”.
jeonghan opened his closet and a drawer at the very right side of it. you watched him curiously and then he turned around, throwing a pair of baggy pants and oversized t-shirt (that was probably his hit you couldn’t tell because it was so worn out that the design came off).
“why do you have my clothes, weirdo?” you scrunched your nose in a joking manner and then he threw clean socks at you.
“it’s the y/n drawer. i swear you leave so much stuff here that i had to make separate drawer for it” he shrugged and closed it, a small smile on his lips.
“can we talk like normal people now?”
you turned around and saw that he was holding a steaming bowl of soup.
“why didn’t you knock? what if i was naked?” you hissed. jeonghan rolled his eyes and put the soup on his desk.
“y/n, eat. i’ll use the fact that your mouth is stuffed and you can’t talk back” he sent you a smirk and you sat down, opening your mouth in awe “yes, it’s my mom’s chicken soup. eat”
and you didn’t have to be told twice. you loved this soup, it tasted amazing but also – recalled a lot of good memories.
“i think it’s the time we talk about us. it’s a right place and time. and i feel… bad” jeonghan said slowly, carefully observing you. he knew you like a back of his hand, he could tell what you were thinking “i know i’ve been an asshole but i have a reason for that. it’s stupid, but i do”
you frowned and he scoffed.
“but that’s for later because now i want to apologise. i have a feeling i was partly a cause of your bad mental state. and i want to help you” he walked up, leaning against the desk “i want you to take care of yourself. i promise i won’t bug you anymore. i just want to make sure you’ve eaten and slept for a while, just for once”
“i’ve slept well” you mumbled and put away the bowl.
“yeah, sure. at the bags under your eyes just decided to show up for me? or is there someone else?” he teased, crossing his arms.
you felt the soup’s warmth spread in your body, making you feel… fuzzy. and cosy. and sleepy.
“shut up–” you mumbled and noticed a mirror on his desk. you grabbed it to look at yourself but he snatched it without saying a word “what the–”
“you look perfect. now lay down” he gestured over to the bed and you sighed, following “and listen to me now because i bet you will doze off the second your head hits the pillow”
“no i won’t!” you smacked his arm and he just scoffed.
“i preferred when you didn’t talk” jeonghan hummed and as he tucked you in, a swirl of butterflies took over your stomach. then he sat down next to you, thinking about something.
“i’m sorry” you sighed “i’m just tired and confused if you’re not gonna laugh at me tomorrow. yes, i’m probably exhausted and overworked… so sorry that you have to handle me”
“what?” he breathed out, eyes widening “don’t even say that. besides, we’ve been through worse. i can’t get tired of you, even if you are a menace sometimes”
you frowned looking at him.
“then why…”
jeonghan’s large hand cupped your cheek. your eyes widened and you suddenly felt how warm your cheeks was. but was it the soup or him? you had no idea.
“because i like you. i realised it when we started collage. when you went on a date with this– … and we had this huge fight, remember?” he sighed, embarrassed. obviously you remembered.
you opened your mouth in shock, shaking your head.
“let me make this clear: you’re pissed because i went on a date? you don’t even know him! jimin is the sweetest guy i’ve ever met!” you grunted “and you can’t even defend yourself properly!”
“i just don’t like him, that’s all” he said, jaw clenching.
“and i don’t like when a cheesecake has raisins in it! you’re childish, jeonghan. don’t talk to me unless you grow up” you hissed and walked out of the door.
“oh”
he laughed at your reaction and took his hand back.
“it’s because… well, let me make this clear, jimin is nice. but just… back at the time i realised i liked you. more than a friend. i liked you– hell, i loved you.” he let out a dry chuckle, making your heart skip a beat “i still do. but i was so pissed and jealous that you went out with him...”
“jeonghan” you chocked out, shifting so you could sit normally “this is the reason you’ve been such an asshole?”
“listen, i’m not proud of it. but i saw you today and i realised that… if i love you, i should be there for you. to help you when you struggle. no matter if you date me or someone else. but i did exactly the opposite. i’m so sorry” he whispered, looking you in the eye.
“look at me–”
“and i feel so ashamed of myself–”
“jeonghan–”
“i failed you–”
“can you stop interrupting me and listen for a while?” you laughed and he just rolled his eyes.
“now you see how i felt just while ago–”
you leaned in and pecked his lips gently. you probably tasted like chicken soup but you couldn’t care less. the feeling of his lips against yours, even for a brief second, made your heart skip a beat.
he leaned away, eyes widening.
“was there something in that soup or…?” jeonghan asked, cheeks slightly flushed.
“no. it was delicious by the way. but i forgive you. because the reason i’ve distanced myself was the same. i loved you, i still do. i assumed you hated me so i wanted to get over you. i thought that if i hated you, the feelings will go away. but they didn’t, jeonghan” you explained, leaning your back against the headboard.
“i’ve been such a fool. but that doesn’t matter anymore. i’m just glad to have you back” he whispered and closed you in a tight hug, the smell of his cologne making you melt into his touch.
“me too, hannie”
“i missed that. i missed you” he mumbled and leaned away after pecking your cheek “if you love me does that mean i can kiss you whenever i want?”
“i’d prefer to be called your girlfriend but i guess the kissing part doesn’t sound so bad” you rolled your eyes and he grinned, placing a soft kiss on top your head.
“shut up. and go to sleep, you do need that” jeonghan hummed, standing up to give you space. but you grabbed his hand and the way you looked at him melted his heart.
“can you stay with me though? you snore like an old man but i guess i wanna be close to you” you mumbled, tugging his hand.
and obviously he gave in.
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From Bully To Boy-Toy (Part 2 of 2)
Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader
NSFW CONTENT: 18+ ONLY
Summary: When the campus bully makes you his target, you happen to stumble upon the submissive secret he’s been keeping.
Part 1
Warnings: secretly submissive Jimin, bully Jimin, condescending asshole Jimin, soft femdom, thighjob, very brief handjob, humiliation and degradation kink, (not extreme), slight blackmail kink, a dash of revenge plotline
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It’s been eighteen hours since you ran out of Jimin’s apartment. Eighteen hours of processing what happened and successfully avoiding the man in question—not that it was hard, considering he had made no move to see you either. However, the dreaded time has come: your mechanical engineering class.
It’s alright y/n, just don’t look back and you won’t have to see him at all. Start fake coughing two minutes early so you can excuse yourself and be far gone by the time he gets out. Easy.
And through that mental pep talk do you finally find the courage to walk into class.
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Apparently, you’ve been worried for nothing. Your plan of looking straight ahead has been working splendidly—with just a measly six minutes left before the scheduled coughing mission. You begin to relax into your seat more, guard coming down as class nears its end.
“Before I let you all go, I have to say that the scores for the first exam are in, and I’m very impressed with the overall class average! Now, it’s no secret that my exams are almost impossible to earn a perfect score in…but two of you managed to do just that. This is the first time I’ve ever had more than one person in the same class have a perfect score, so I think it’s only fitting to celebrate these students. Miss y/n + y/l/n and mister Park Jimin, please stand up!”
What the fuck.
Your positive that there’s a deity above you laughing their ass off right now.
With wobbly legs and sweaty palms, you stand up. Adding fuel to the fire, Professor Cho makes the two of you share how you studied and advice for the other students, keeping you there until the last damn second of class.
You spill out of class in a hurry, with your bag not even zipped up. Well, not zipped up until someone comes up behind you and zips it…the one person you did not want to ever see again. Without warning, he pulls you by the backpack strap to the nearest storage room.
“Did you tell anyone about what you saw yesterday?”
He’s staring you down, but the usually menacing look has a glint of hesitance in it.
“No”
“Good. You saw nothing, understand? Speak of it to anyone and I’ll make your life hell on earth.”
You nod, wanting the interaction to be over already. You’re about to reach for the door handle when he speaks up again.
“Also, I read your essay and it was pretty mediocre, so I decided not to turn it in.”
You freeze, confusion and shock taking over.
“What…what do you mean?”
“I submitted the one I wrote instead.”
“You wrote one? B-but you told me to—”
“I know what I told you sweetheart. This was the plan y/n. It wasn’t about getting you to write my paper—I think the exam scores prove I know the material like the back of my hand—it was about making sure you don’t have time to write your own. You were getting a little close to my class ranking, so I thought I’d knock you down a peg. Besides, I would never turn in someone else’s work…that’s cheating, silly!”
That’s when your blood starts boiling. You’ve slaved over that essay for weeks and this is why? So Park Jimin could play you like a pawn in his egotistic 4D chess game? You don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation, stress, or caffeine high that makes you snap, but those words bring all of your rage and frustration to the forefront.
Before you know it, you’re lunging and cornering him between your body and the wall. It’s clear on his startled face that he wasn’t expecting any push back.
Your voice holds a steady rage: enough to get your message across without being loud enough for anyone to come check the storage room.
“You’re such a fucking lowlife. You know that, Park? Thinking you can do whatever you want just because you have daddy’s wallet. Everything’s just a game, isn’t it? I was torturing myself trying to write your paper all the while you were jerking off on your pillow to some femdom fetish porn. Fuck. You.”
The distraught look on the boy’s face gives you satisfaction…but it’s when he looks down and shifts uncomfortably that you realize he’s not distraught for the reasons you thought.
This man is unbelievable.
The rational part of your brain would walk out of there right now, but that part has checked out for the day. Instead, you find yourself eyeing the man like prey. Maybe it’s time to make him squirm the way he likes to make others.
“Oh, this is rich. Did me yelling at you really get you hard, Park?”
He gulps, heart beating loud enough to break out of his chest.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Your new sultry tone causes a soft whine to escape his lips. He feels his cock strain against his jeans.
“y/n, don’t play with me like this”
The way he whines your name is heavenly.
“But I want to play with you” you pout in faux innocence, raking your nails across his chest, “I want to play with you and watch you break the way you did to me…made me write that entire essay for your sick twisted pleasure. I was going to be the bigger person and forget what I saw yesterday, but I don’t think you deserve to be let off the hook so easy. Maybe I’ll tell everyone.”
There’s a sadistic glint in your eyes and Jimin doesn’t know if he’s more terrified by your threat or turned on.
“p-please no”
“Why not? Don’t want the whole campus to know the dirty things that get you hard, hm?”
He shakes his head fervently, still moving around to get any kind of friction from his jeans.
“That looks uncomfortable” you say eyeing his crotch, “want some help?”
His jaw slacks open at your offer, mind in a frenzy trying to figure out if your serious or if it’s a cruel joke. But his cock is in control now.
“Yes! Yes, please touch me!”
You smirk, stepping back and finding a box to perch yourself onto. Jimin eyes the skin your bunched up skirt exposes.
“Strip.”
He complies with lightening speed, practically tearing the clothes off his body until he’s wearing nothing but his honeyed skin. His cock stands tall against his abdomen, pink tip curved just slightly. You can’t help but chuckle at the way he’s awaiting further instruction. Boy, could I get used to this.
You motion for him to come closer, until he’s standing right between your thighs The next sentence you utter surprises you just as much it does him.
“I want you to jerk off using my thighs.”
The words are blunt and crude but saying them gives your lower half a jolt of electricity like never before., and Jimin isn’t faring any better either.
Nervously, he guides his cock in between your closing thighs, hissing at the feeling of being enveloped in by your soft skin. There’s more than enough precum leaking for his manhood to slide into a rhythm, but you spit down on it for good measure—and the boy almost blows his load at that sight alone.
It’s not long before his embarrassed, tentative movements turn into wanton, messy ones. You relish in his expressions each time his cock fucks into your thighs.
“I wish this could be broadcasted on every tv on campus. Park Jimin, the guy who acts all tough and pushes everyone around, moaning like a desperate whore. You know, if you weren’t such a dick all the time, maybe I’d let you fuck my pussy. But you decided to be an insufferable prick, so all you get is the privilege of rutting into my thighs like a little bitch.”
His moans get louder, forcing you to put a hand over his mouth for the sake of discretion. As much as you enjoy teasing Jimin with the idea of being caught, you’d lose your shit if anyone actually caught you doing this.
You notice his movements getting even sloppier—if possible. His breath is also more erratic, and you know he’s close.
In one swift motion, you release him from your thighs and use a hand to grip him instead. Three seconds of squeezing and stroking is all it takes for all that built up tension to burst onto his stomach, the floor, and your thighs.
The man holds onto you for the duration of his orgasm, legs too wobbly to trust on their own. He stays there for a minute after, collecting himself post-bliss. When his breathing steadies, he dares make eye contact, but much more meekly than ever before. His cheeks are dusted with a bright red blush, and his hands try to cover as much of his lower half as possible.
You take a nearby roll of paper towels and wipe your thighs clean, then toss it to the naked man.
“Clean everything up before you leave” you order, hopping off the box and heading towards the door.
“Wait!”
You quirk a brow, nudging the man to speak.
“Can we—um—do this again?”
You toss your head back in laughter,
“Of course we can. You had your plan, and now I have mine. I’m going to turn you into the dumbest little toy imaginable, too busy thinking with your cock to worry about things like grades and class rank—or how to piss off everyone around you. Get ready, Park, because this is just the beginning of your downfall.”
You turn on your heel and head straight out, leaving the dumbstruck mess of a boy covered in and surrounded by the remnants of his humiliating orgasm.
More humiliating than that though…you got him fucking hard again.
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A/N: Very grateful for all the positive feedback the first part got. Thank you to those of you who interact, because it motivates me to write more! As always, have a great day.
Taglist: @hzbbtsfanficrecs @namjooncrabs @kseoknj @taeriffic @pjmin-95 @cashia @ivykl33n
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i like to write stories. shh, they’re all made up ♡
3:23am with Namjoon ♡☹ s2l
your friend is in the hospital and it’s been rough on you. nurse namjoon just wants to see you smile.
forever rain ♡☹ s2l (currently a wip)
life has never been easy but these last few years have taken their toll on you, body & soul. just when you are about to give up on everything, a stranger shows you there’s more to life than just the rain.
just neighbours ♡☹⤖ s2l & ex2l
You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?
heaven to myself ♡☹ e2l (currently a wip - sneak peek)
after a near fatal battles erases all your memories, the only one who knows who you are is the man who put you in the hospital in the first place: your arch nemesis, kim seokjin. and he hasn’t won yet.
just neighbours ♡☹⤖ s2l & ex2l
You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?
2:31am with Yoongi ♡☹ f2l
you’re in love with your friend. but he’s moving to another country. is it too late?
basketball star ♡ e2l (will be reposting this)
when yoongi walks onto the basketball court, points are not the only thing he’s stealing.
we go down together ☹ e2l
what i saw in my head while listening to ‘we go down together’ by dove cameron & khalid.
dance with me ♡☹ f2l
you’re in love with your best friend and that’s been enough all these years, satisfied with just being his friend. but when he surprises you with a home-cooked meal, tira misu and impromptu dancing, something snaps in you. is the start, or the end, of something beautiful?
mission: park jimin ♡☹⤖ e2l & f2l
you’ve been tailing Park Jimin for the past six months, determined to finally capture the multi-million dollar jewel thief. but he catches you instead, forcing a first meeting that leaves you gasping for air.
new year’s kiss ♡☹ e2l
your best friend persuades you to go to a new year’s eve party with her. and to your chagrin, he’s there. your best friend’s brother. can you get through the night without making things awkward?
champagne problems ☹ er
you turn down taehyung’s very public marriage proposal. inspired by champagne problems by taylor swift.
fairy lights ♡ er
you and your boyfriend (ok, mostly him) put up fairy lights in your apartment. it leads to soft kisses and a slow dance.
hot chocolate ♡☹ f2l
you want to find someone for your best friend. but what if the one he wants is you?
la douleur exquise ♡☹ f2l
when your best friend’s brother suddenly shows up at your door, you are shocked at the words that fall from his pretty mouth. he leaves you flustered and grasping for the thin line between right and wrong.
t-shirt ♡☹ f2l
you wake up in your friend’s bed after spending last night partying at his sister’s wedding as his fake girlfriend.
stay ♡☹ f2l
when a creepy stranger follows you to your new job, your best friend jungkook makes sure he never does it again. but now he’s hurt and you’re determined to tend to his wounds, no matter how awkward if feels.
the campaign ♡☹ s2l
in a dystopian world much like the hunger games, you decide to join a treacherous tournament to pull your family out of poverty, thinking the horror stories are made up. but it turns out monsters are real and they aren’t hiding under your bed.
home ♡☹ er
you’ve been having a rough time and you really miss your long distance boyfriend but he hasn’t called or messaged you all day. you start to wonder if the spark is gone.
love you so bad ♡☹⟳ e2l (reposting this & this)
jungkook knew he got under your skin and he loved it. you may be a princess and he may be your royal guard, but that never stopped him from pushing your buttons. when your uncle orders you to marry a stranger, making escape your only option, jungkook becomes the unlikeliest of allies. can you trust him?
⋆*･hope you enjoy!⋆*･ﾟ
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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 3
💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)
💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut
💬 Chapter warnings: contains slurs, angst, forms of bullying, alcohol consumption
💬 Word count: 8.4k
💬 Recap:
Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.
Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.
Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.
A/N: I‘m back for good! I know it‘s been too long and I‘m sorry but I have my reasons 😬 Anyway please please leave feedback guys!
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Chapter 3: Two sides of the same coin.
Somehow you still had a small glimmer of hope that Jimin would forget the whole fake-dating thing and it would be as if you had never seen each other.
Unfortunately, any hope of sudden amnesia on his part vanished the second you entered the lecture hall today on this lovely Thursday morning and headed straight for your usual seat in the back row, only to be unceremoniously ambushed from behind and forced into a tight embrace.
“Back row, huh? All the more room for funny business, if you know what I mean. Unfortunately, I have already told my friends about us, and I’d love it if we could sit with them. Would that be okay, babygirl?”
Irritated and overwhelmed with everything around you, you immediately snap at him as you forcefully pull his arm from your shoulders, anxiously looking around while reminding him that you had told him to stop calling you this ridiculous name.
But him being Jimin, he doesn't even care.
“What’s the matter? You’re my girlfriend, Boo. We actually want people to see us be cozy together,” Jimin sneakily wraps one arm around your waist to pull you more into him as he leans down to whisper in your ear while leading the two of you in the direction where his friends are already seated, only to be pushed away once again.
You simply try to ignore the questioning look on his face when you finally turn around to face him, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
“Can you at least give me a minute to get into character? I just came here.”
“This ain’t drama school, ___,” a peal of slight laughter comes over his lips as he musters you. “What, is it really that hard for you to act as if you’re into me?”
“Yes. It is hard for me, Jimin. I don't know about you, but I have never before pretended to be into someone I barely even know,” you seethe keeping your voice down enough so no one can overhear you.
“You say that now but just wait until we have to break up again, and you'll cry a river because you actually managed to fall for me.”
Your bickering luckily doesn't go on any longer because Jimin takes the initiative and drags you along to your seats, meanwhile ignoring every protest leaving your mouth.
As already expected, you are not particularly warmly welcomed and received by any of his friends. Instead, the best you get is an inconsequential nod before they pay no further attention to you, nor do they include you in any of their subsequent conversations for the rest of the lecture.
That's perfectly fine with you, though. You aren't particularly interested in talking anyway and prefer to focus on your class instead. At this point, you really don't want to drag out your student life more than you have to.
Jimin doesn't seem to be very interested in the reaction of his friends for the time being either.
He continues to joke around with them the whole time but remains steadily in his role. And that means you don't have a moment of peace without his annoying arm wrapped around your shoulders or his hand on your thigh.
One thing at least is certain: he definitely doesn't do things by halves. And that makes you all the more nervous about what may come in the future.
After the day started rather badly, you apparently also have to attend a party tonight which is why you’re currently in the process of making yourself look decent enough so that you’ll “perfectly blend in with the crowd”. At least that's what Jimin said.
You know you most likely won't do that,, and all eyes will be on you and Jimin, but you can at least try and make the best of it.
It’s been a long time since you’ve gone to a party, and as much as you’re nervous, you’re also excited to go out tonight.
What can you say? It’s been a while and it’d be a lie to say you aren’t happy to dress up and actually have somewhere to go.
So you went all in, dressed up pretty nicely, and did your make-up the way you usually like to when you go out.
You hope you haven't overdone it but in the end, this is the only thing you can do to counteract your nervousness. Even if it's just a little bit.
You feel sexy, you feel confident, and now you’re ready to go have some flippin' fun, alright?!
Well, at least until Jimin comes knocking at your door and decides to ruin your mood with one little glimpse at his face.
“This is the look you’re going with?” He asks, sounding like he’s actually wishing for you to tell him this is all a joke.
Now accommodated with a little pout on your lips, you’re looking down on yourself and then take a quick look into the mirror, not seeing anything wrong with how you look.
“What’s wrong with it? I think I look good,” you shrug, trying to sound barely affected by his words, even if you gotta admit they put you off track. It doesn’t make you doubt your appearance, though. You do think you look fine, and if he was hoping for something else, he should have told you in advance.
“You do look good, but you don’t look like my girlfriend if you know what I mean.”
You only scoff, already taking your purse in your hand to finally leave.
“What did you expect? I live off of chips and peanut butter sandwiches. If you want me to be covered in diamonds and gold, then I'm afraid you'll have to reach into your own pockets,” you joke, actually making him laugh at your slight remark.
“Fair point,” he grins, putting his hand on the small of your back as he leads you out of your apartment and down the corridor. “Maybe I will.”
“Don’t you dare. You’re not my sugar daddy.”
“Yet,” he snarkily adds, making you snort through your nose and himself giggle.
And it’s the little jokes like these that easily let you forget how insufferable he actually is. Even if it’s just for a little while.
It’s been exactly 23 minutes since you managed to escape and hid somewhere in the backyard - and Jimin has yet to find you.
Or you know... maybe you’re wrong, and he isn’t even looking for you. That could be the case too.
How it came to this?
Well, not long after you arrived and stood your ground through all the death glares and judging stares Jimin’s so-called “friends” gave you, he kinda just left you alone because he had to “take care of something real quick”.
He took way too long for your liking and you eventually grew tired of everyone either ignoring you or throwing nasty remarks your way so you ended up here. Between these two people dry humping each other only a couple feet next to you.
Fun.
“Cough two times if you need me to safe you.”
Irritated by a voice that doesn’t belong to Jimin suddenly ringing up from behind you, you turn around, instantly relaxing when you see who it belongs to.
“What?” you chuckle, making room for him to sit down, and he doesn’t even take another moment before he complies, plopping down in the spot right next to yours. The one Jimin should be sitting in right now if he hadn’t just rudely left you alone at a party you only attended because he wanted you to.
Okay, maybe it does bother you more than you originally wanted to admit.
“I heard you were involved with Park Jimin, and I would have bet my right arm for it to be just another rumor,” he starts as you already feel his eyes burn into the side of your head. “But now I see you here, getting comfortable with no other than the campus golden boy. So tell me, ___, is he holding you captive, or is he blackmailing you because there is no way in this world that you are unironically dating Jimin.”
You gulp as you keep your head stubbornly straight ahead, taking a bit too long to answer his simple question.
If you've learned one thing from this whole fake dating situation so far, it's that you're not even remotely as quick-witted as you always thought you were. And if this continues, you will very quickly get a lot of problems.
Clearing your throat, you sit a little straighter while nervously fumbling with your hands. “I know it's a little sudden, but he’s actually really amazing,” you say, looking at your new-found companion while trying to suppress the urge to cringe at your own words.
“Bullshit!” He laughs loudly, barely keeping himself from falling backward with his whole chair. “God, that was awful, ___.” Still giggling, while he’s trying to calm down again, he looks at you and brushes his mop of hair out of his eyes in a quick movement.
“It’s the truth, though. We have a lot in common,” you shrug, not even smiling when those words leave your lips. This time your attempt in trying to say something nice about your alleged boyfriend sounds a little less forced and tortured,, but it’s still not enough to be convincing it seems.
“Alright just say the words, and I’ll get us out of here. Depending on what he's threatening you with, I might even tell him a word or two, so he'll leave you alone forever. Of course, only if you want me to.”
“What words exactly are we talking about?” You grin, not even getting into the other nonsense.
“Jeon, I’m being held captive by Jimin and his rich people cult. Please save me before they sacrifice me on the next full moon,” he says in a high-pitched voice, trying to sound like you.
You only roll your eyes, but can hardly suppress a smile. “Wouldn’t they usually need a virgin for that?” you joke, casually playing along.
Jungkook brightly grins, showing off his front teeth in the process. He sees your willingness to jump on his joke as a small advance in your conversation since you usually aren’t that talkative.
Usually, you're the type to only mutter a one-word answer before you're on your way again, too scared someone could see you and spread another rumor.
Jungkook has always felt bad about that, trying to convince you he doesn't care about that, but you never listen. So this is a surprise he welcomes.
“Guess I just outed myself as a non-expert in ritual procedures. I hope you will keep this embarrassment to yourself and not judge me too hard for that.”
“It was still very creative. I’ll give you points for that,” you grin, finally feeling a little less tense now that you get to have a normal, real conversation with someone who you know isn’t secretly stabbing you in their head.
“Thank you. Now, tell me what’s really going on,” he insists, coming a little closer.
And there goes your just-earned ease again due to his nosey nature.
A defeated sigh comes over your lips. You are pretty sure that there is nothing you could tell him that would make him believe you’re actually dating Jimin, so where’s the point in lying?
You can’t imagine Jungkook going around and snitching on you anyway. There’s nothing he could get out of that, and even if you aren't close, you know Jungkook is not the type of guy to gossip. If he were, you'd know by now.
“I may or may not have agreed to a deal with Jimin that… includes me pretending to be his girlfriend,” you eventually admit, carefully looking around to check that no one overheard your little confession.
Trying to process what you just told him, Jungkook clears his throat, as he slowly nods his head. “Well, that… sounds about right.”
You look at Jungkook, raising a brow since you didn’t think he’d react so… barely?
“Huh? You’re not surprised?” You ask, gaping at him.
“Surprised you’re not actually dating him? Not at all. Surprised that you agreed to something so stupid? Completely baffled,” he explains, grinning at you when he sees you pouting. “You thought this was a good idea?”
“No. I thought it was a bad idea, actually. But he somehow still managed to talk me into it. I don’t even know how he did it. He’s really good at guilt-tripping, I guess.”
You turn your attention back to your feet, too embarrassed to look directly at Jungkook and the long, much too exaggerated sigh that suddenly comes from him only lets you guess the disappointed look in his eyes.
You don't need to hear from him how stupid it is of you to accept this deal. You already know that yourself. And yet - maybe it is exactly what you need. Someone who isn’t you saying how big of a mistake you’re making right now could be the wake-up call you need.
But then again, you’re already in too deep to just quit now anyway. At this point, quitting wouldn’t change anything. It would probably just make things worse, and you’d have Jimin on your bad side as well, which does not sound like something you would want.
“Look, this is none of my business,” Jungkook starts, leaving you waiting on what’s going to follow because usually, it’s nothing good that comes after.
He clears his throat, gradually playing with the holes in his jeans. “But I’m not sure if getting involved in this is exactly what you need. No offense, ___, really. It's just that a lot of people already have an opinion about it and... it is not exactly positive in your sense.”
Well, it’s not like this comes as a surprise since it is what you told Jimin would happen, but it still sucks to get the confirmation. It’s embarrassing, really - and the worst part is, that you put this on yourself this time.
“They don’t believe this is real, they just think—”
“—He’s using me. I know,” you finish, carelessly shifting your gaze on a couple that’s making out not that far from you. It’s not the most pleasant sight but it’s better than having to look at Jungkook’s pitiful eyes, or the people already whispering about you sitting here with him while your “boyfriend” isn’t around.
“Well… that too, yes,“ he says, implying that there’s more, which makes you look at him again. “Some do think that, but some also interpret it as if you were taking advantage of him and his “fragile, broken heart”, he explains, making you scoff in dismay.
“Are you shitting me right now?”
“No, I heard people say you’re probably using him for his money.”
“Yes, of course, they think that,“ you scoff again, frustration clearly visible on your face. “You know what? I wish I would have been smart enough to make him pay me for this bullshit.”
Pressing your elbows into your thighs, you let your head fall into your hands to hide your face, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole and end your misery once and for all.
“I can’t even feel sorry for you, what were you thinking?”
“I don’t have an answer for that, Jeon. Truth is, my life is shitty, and I’m attempting to at least make some memories before I leave this place.” You sigh, gradually sipping from the cup you put next to you on the ground after coming here.
It’s pure vodka and exactly what you want and need right now.
You figured if you have to be here and get dumped by your “boyfriend” soon after arriving here, you can at least get shit-faced. It’s really good to ease the nerves and lose the awkwardness, and it helps to not notice the stares you get from everyone.
You hear Jungkook exhale from his nose as a laugh before he holds his own cup in front of you waiting for you to copy him. “A toast to that.”
You only roll your eyes, not amused whatsoever, but end up toasting with him anyway.
“Who knows, maybe you’ll end up falling for him,” he then adds after a moment of silence, making the both of you burst into laughter.
“If that happens, please just kill me right on the spot.”
“Don’t worry, I got you. I’m not letting you go down like this.”
Unfortunately, your little heart to heart with Jungkook gets suddenly interrupted when you hear someone call out your name. And it’s not a very happy tone, immediately making you cringe before you turn around at the same time Jungkook turns around as well.
You both stare at a very annoyed-looking Jimin, stomping towards the both of you.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jimin seethes, as soon as he reaches you, completely ignoring Jungkook, who’s currently taking a big gulp from his beer as he tries to hide his gloating grin from you.
“Uh… mingling and trying to enjoy myself just how you asked me to before you just went off and left me alone,” you sarcastically quip, still pretty annoyed at him for leaving you like that when he knows how much you already don’t want to be here.
That was a dick move, and you stand by that.
“What I meant was try to get to know my friends while I leave for a quick bathroom break. Not run away and hide in a suspicious corner with fucking Jeon,” he argues, still not looking at him at all.
“Hey,” Jungkook speaks up, frowning a little while Jimin for the first time since coming here, fixes his eyes on him. “I can hear you, you know?”
Jimin snaps at him with a quick, “and who gives a fuck?”, making the younger boy shut up right after since he decides to not get involved in your whole fake couple drama. Nope, this is not what he had in mind when he came around to have a good time tonight.
“What exactly is your problem? He’s the only one who actually wants to talk to me,” you argue, not really seeing his point whatsoever.
Jungkook rather quickly notices that no one actually pays attention to him, seeing both you and Jimin continue arguing so he just escapes the scene as fast as he can.
“I can’t believe you’re being this irresponsible,” Jimin, says lowering his voice when he sees the looks everyone is giving the two of you. “Do you even know what people will say when they see you getting close to Jeon?”
You scoff, softly pushing him further away since he’s gotten a little too close for your liking. “In case you didn’t notice, you are the one currently making a scene here, Jimin,” you advise him, plastering a smile on your lips so the people around will stop thinking you’re fighting. “Now stop looking at me like you’re about to kill me and smile a little. Everyone is watching us.”
Jimin raises a brow, quickly looking around before he chuckles a little awkwardly, throws his arm around your shoulders, and plasters a kiss on your cheek which barely lets you keep in a protesting grunt.
“Just so you know, I’m still pissed at you for ditching me for this fucking low life,” he whispers as you’re both walking back inside where the actual party takes place.
“I ditched you? You were the one who left and didn’t come back. Do you even know how awkward I felt standing there with your friends who treated me like air?” You hiss back at him.
“Look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long.” He sighs, and to your surprise, he actually does sound regretful. “I was held up with something. But I promise I tried to get back as soon as I could.”
Still not convinced by his half-hearted apology, you stay stubborn, only rolling your eyes at him. “Just don’t do it again, please. I know everyone here is your friend, but they sure as hell aren’t mine. And they really try hard to make sure I know about it.”
“Was someone mean to you?”
You’re surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice as he also stops walking for a moment to look at you, but you simply brush it off, telling him it doesn’t matter since it’s nothing the both of you hadn’t expected in the first place.
It’s no lie that you don’t fit into Jimin’s usual type, and only judging by your reputation, it was to be expected that his friends wouldn't invite you with open arms. Yet, it still feels even more awkward to be around them than you initially thought.
And like speaking of the devil, you are interrupted by yet another one of Jimin’s friends before he can ask any more questions.
This time it’s Yuna, a girl you don’t share any classes with, but you think you’ve seen her around Nayeon before.
You never noticed her much since she always seemed like someone to get lost in a crowd. At least, that’s what you always thought.
Tonight, however, you noticed that she isn’t like that at all.
No, Kim Yuna is a little snake, and you needed no more than twenty minutes around her to figure that out.
It wouldn’t actually bother you as much if you weren't one hundred percent sure that she directly saw through yours and Jimin's lie without the slightest doubt and there is nothing that could convince her otherwise.
So far you don't think too much about it, but you can't get rid of the feeling that she could eventually become a problem.
“There you are! We were looking everywhere for you!” She giggles as she approaches you and Jimin, smiling brightly at you in particular. “Good thing Jimin finally found you.”
Plastering an equally as fake smile on your lips, you nod. “I mean, it’s just a house, not a maze or something. There weren’t very many options, huh?” You feign a laugh, making her laugh way too obnoxiously in exchange.
“Well, there are a lot of bedrooms, after all. You never know…” she says in the most innocent voice you’ve ever heard, but obviously implying something very specific.
You’re so caught off guard, that you can’t help but gape at her before looking at Jimin, who - unsurprisingly - doesn’t even seem to have caught on to what she just said.
“Anyway, we want to play truth or dare, are you guys in?” She changes the topic, now looking more towards Jimin, who does seem interested, whereas you cannot help but mock that suggestion.
“Truth or dare, really? That’s the lamest shit you could come up with—” You’re interrupted by Jimin’s hand grabbing yours a little too harshly. You swallow the rest of what you wanted to say, even though you had a couple more well-fitting insults in store.
Oh well, your time will come.
How come he immediately shuts you down, but when someone clearly insults you, he doesn’t even notice?
“Yea, we’re coming, right babe?”
It takes you a second to react since you don’t feel addressed by that name, but reality comes crashing down at you when he squeezes your hand once again, making you nod your head in forced agreement.
There’s really nothing worse you could think of right now. Not only could this game expose you real quick, but it could also make for a lot of embarrassing and uncomfortable moments.
And the first one comes soon after you and Jimin join the group of people playing, and the bottle finally lands on you.
“Truth,” you sigh, already annoyed to no extent.
As soon as you mumbled the word, a round of boos roars around you - loudest of all Yuna herself.
“Come on, no one takes truth. I thought you were against lame shitty games, so why not make this one fun when you can?” She challenges you, making your blood boil in your veins.
Maybe the cup of pure vodka wasn’t the best idea, since it seems to rile you up more than you need right now.
Nonetheless, you actually let yourself be provoked this time.
“Okay, whatever then. I take dare,” you hear yourself say, crossing your arms over your chest while never breaking eye contact with her. After all, you don't want her to think she's intimidating you or that you have something to hide.
She does intimidate you, and you do have something to hide, but no one needs to know that.
She looks rather unaffected though, simply smirking at you before she purses her lips for a sheer moment while thinking about something to make you do, grinning almost in an evil way when she obviously seems to have something in mind.
“Make Jimin moan.”
Your eyes grow wide as you try not to let them see how uncomfortable you are.
Now it is more than obvious that she is onto something and clearly wants to see if you’re going through with it.
The problem is, you don’t know if you can.
A look to the side quickly tells you Jimin isn’t going to save you either since he looks pretty unbothered by all of this, just shrugging his shoulder as he looks back at you, waiting for you to do something.
“What is it ___?” Yuna sneers, looking rather pleased with herself when her plan seems to work. “Shouldn’t be a problem, since you’re dating him, hm?”
“Doesn't mean we’re comfortable sharing everything with all of you, does it?”
“We’re all friends here, there is nothing to be ashamed of,” she coos, not hiding her smirk even one bit. You can already hear other people start to giggle the more time you’re letting pass, but you cannot help it - this is not an easy decision for you.
No matter how you cannot and will not let her win this round. This one is for sure.
But right when you're on the verge of despair, a sudden idea comes into your head, making you abruptly grin back at her.
“Cool. Nothing easier than that,” you declare before you give Jimin one hard punch onto his arm, instantly making him moan in pain.
It is more than obvious this wasn’t what she was hoping for, and she makes it very known soon after with a deep scowl on her face.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it! You cheated!” She complains, making a bigger thing out of this than it has to be.
“You never said he has to moan in pleasure,” you shrug, feigning innocence while hiding the happiness of having found a little loophole.
“It was more than obvious that that was what I meant. This is a college party!” she continues to complain, making you roll your eyes at her dramatic behavior. “You cheated. Probably because you can't pull it off anyway—”
“— Shut up already, Yuna.“ Jimin’s annoyed voice suddenly can be heard, reminding you of his presence. “Specify your dares next time. We’re done playing anyway.“ And with that being said, he grabs your hand and pulls you away.
You unwillingly follow him for a little while until you're in a more quiet room with only a couple people, and you get the courage to speak up.
“Sorry for punching you,” you mutter, feeling bad about what happened but Jimin just playfully glares at you.
“Are you really?” He asks, already starting to smile as you join in. “Thought so,” he grins mischievously when he doesn’t get an answer.
“Usually, I’m not the violent type, I promise. I just panicked. And since you didn’t seem to want to help me out of this, I needed to be creative,” you explain. “By the way, why didn’t you help me? Wasn’t it obvious that I wanted you to do something?”
“Honestly, I just wanted to see what you will do,” Jimin admits, chuckling quietly. “Wanted to see if you’d actually do it.”
You’re just about to say something snarky back to that when you notice him focusing on something behind you all of a sudden, making you curious about what’s there to see, and you’re surprised when you see that it’s no other than Taehyung and Yeji who seem to have just arrived, happily greeting everyone around them.
“Are you okay?” You ask, noticing how he seems to have zoned out. It's a little unnerving for you to see him like this because you fear he could make a scene. More attention is the last thing you two need.
But it's not only that. It must be hard for him to see them here, and you do feel bad he has to go through this right now. You aren't friends, and he isn't the nicest, but you still have a heart, okay?
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be? Don't treat me like a baby.”
His answer comes directly after, making him sound careless, but you clearly see the way his jaw clenches when he tries to move his head away from the scene in front of you.
You’re trying to not let his sudden change in mood get to you, but you can’t help but get a little irritated with the tone he uses while speaking to you. You can understand this is an unpleasant situation for him, but you are not to blame for any of this.
“I don’t know, maybe because you look like someone pissed in your breakfast.”
Jimin’s eyes land back on you, and for a quick second, you watch him clench his jaw before he grabs your hand again and pulls you with him, mumbling something about needing a drink.
Now, this is a thought you can relate to, and you're happy to finally get your hands on more alcohol. This whole day just screams for a way to calm your nerves and let your frustration out.
“I can’t believe they have the audacity to come here,” he boils as he sips from his drink. “I specifically asked Hyunjin to not let them in tonight, and yet, here they are. What the fuck. You really can't trust anyone anymore.”
You do feel for him because having to see them here - together over all must suck a lot and you have no idea how his relations to everyone around here differ from Taehyung's and Yeji's, but you know it's a bit too much to expect that just because he has problems with them, everyone else has to turn their backs on them, too. You don’t want to be the reason to annoy him even further, though, so you decide to just stay silent, nod your head in agreement, and play your part.
Sometimes, it's better to just listen and support than be the voice of reason. Maybe you two will have to have that talk someday, but surely not tonight.
You’re here for a reason, and it’s not to pick a fight with him.
“Should we dance?” you unexpectedly hear yourself ask after you both decided to calm yourselves with a few rounds of shots.
Admittedly, you should take it slow, considering it’s been a minute since you drank this much, but hey, anything to ease your nerves and make you a little less uncomfortable.
The problem, however, is that a side effect of alcohol is that you tend to get a little too carried away, and Jimin is probably the worst person to have around in that state because it's clear he's not going to stop you from making a fool of yourself.
Unlike you, he's already a bit too confident even without alcohol, which is why he instantly jumps at your suggestion, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him in no time. And before you know it, you're on the dance floor, dancing with none other than Park Jimin.
And it’s not the worst.
Not only do you desperately need to prove your "relationship" to everyone around you (which... doesn't seem to work very well so far) it also can't hurt to switch off and relax for a while. After all, you haven't had the chance to do that since you came here.
You’re finally letting loose, swaying your hips to the beat with your eyes closed as you feel the alcohol running through your system. It has been so long since you just had fun - let alone at a party - but it feels so good you don’t even care about the couple hundred eyes that have to be watching you right now.
No, they should be watching. Maybe seeing you and Jimin act comfortable around each other will do the trick.
You decide to turn everything off and live in the moment for once, not even caring about the fact that you’re literally grinding on Jimin right now while he's practically doing the same, keeping his grip firmly on your hips. You barely even notice.
All of this is entirely overshadowed by you simply enjoying yourself. Finally.
But the state of pure peace and bliss you are currently in does not last long when you feel Jimin’s hot breath brush against your cheek as he whispers something in your ear.
“Are you trying to make me hard or something?”
Your eyes immediately shot open, and you turn around to push him away from you while he’s laughing hard enough to make his eyes disappear.
“You’re such a dick! I was finally having fun,” you complain, but can barely hide the grin at the sight of him laughing so damn hard until you fall into a fit of amused giggles as well.
“I didn’t ask you to stop. Sorry if you misunderstood,” he defends himself holding his hands up in surrender.
You throw your head back in laughter, and yes, you entirely blame this on your drunken state because Park Jimin’s sexual innuendos wouldn’t make you laugh this much if you were sober.
You watch him purely grin at you in amusement for a while until you raise a brow, silently asking him what he’s looking at, but he just shrugs, coming closer as you're now dancing a little less daringly.
“Nothing, it’s just that I’ve never seen you like this before. Didn’t know you could actually be fun.”
His answer doesn’t surprise you since you must admit you almost forgot this side of yours as well. Also, it’s not like Jimin has known you for long enough to know the person you were before you turned into a loner.
But you can be fun, and have a lot more in store than just that. You don't plan on showing Jimin all of you, though. It's not like you're friends, and he doesn't need to know you more than he has to for the sake of making your relationship believable.
A little later that same night, you have once again decided to ditch the party and find a secluded place where you can just… not socialize for a while.
The only difference is that this time you have Jimin as your companion, sitting next to you on the roof of the frat house after bragging about showing you the coolest place here.
And here you are, looking down at all the people partying below you, while you're just enjoying the view, both with a beer in your hand, talking about some stuff and getting to know each other.
Weirdly, this is really comforting.
It’s not that bad getting to know the guy behind all that “golden boy” facade, and in a way, it’s the first time you realize that besides being super popular and rich, Jimin is also just a guy in his twenties, trying to survive and find his own way in life.
By now, you both sobered up a little and even if it’s not exactly enough for you to be safely sitting on a rooftop, you at least stopped giggling about everything which you’re very thankful for.
Right now, he’s telling you a little about his family. You don’t even remember how you came to that, but you find yourself being interested in what he tells you about them. Just from what he told you til now, you feel like he’s grown up in a very loving family who he also seems to be close with.
He especially seems to care a lot about his younger sister, or at least that’s what you assume because, for the last hour or so, he always comes back to telling you about her.
“It’s just… she is dating this giant dick-face, okay?” Jimin explains, staring ahead with a sigh.
“Jimin,” you admonish him, already rolling your eyes, but can’t completely hide the smile slowly spreading on your face.
“No, I mean it! Really!” He exclaims, turning his head to stare at you with big, serious eyes. “His face is literally formed like a giant ball sack, and his hair is—”
He doesn’t get any further before you smack his arm, laughing at his stupidity. “Stop, you’re being ridiculous,” you giggle, shaking your head as you see him trying to suppress his own grin.
The quiet waves of laughter from both of you are followed by a comfortable silence as you just sit there on a damn roof, while a couple hundred people are partying.
You catch yourself feeling comfortable in his company, even enjoying it for once without getting irritated by him. It’s something new and strange, but you welcome the change.
“He’s not good enough for her,” Jimin then breaks the silence again after a while, staring thoughtfully into the night sky. “No one is, but least of all him. I try to tell her all the time, but she just never listens.”
He doesn’t notice you watching him right after, studying how his brows are furrowed together in deep thought and the way his hands fumble with the fabric of his jeans as he probably thinks about his sister’s well-being.
And you don’t notice how the corners of your lips subconsciously perk up into a small smile.
It’s unusual for you to see him like this. Thoughtful, caring. It’s the first time you see a glimpse of the person underneath all the snooty, self-absorbed posturing.
Sure, he has shown a little compassion for your situation but that's the most he's done so far. With his sister, however, you can see how caring he can actually be, and at this moment, even if it doesn’t stay for long, you decide that you don’t despise this Jimin as much as the other one.
“You probably don’t want to hear what I’m about to tell you,” you start, seeing him turn his head back at you.
“Then it’s better when you keep it to yourself,” he interrupts, grinning as to let you know he isn’t being serious.
You snort, shaking your head. “She will not listen to anyone. And the more you tell her what a mistake she is making, the more she will want to do it,” you say, closely watching his reaction to your little advice - if you can even call it that.
To your surprise, he seems to listen, and you admire him nodding his head understandingly.
“What else can I do then?”
“I’m afraid there isn’t anything you can do at this point,” you shrug, looking at him apologetically when you see the little hopeful look in his eyes slowly disappear.
“If she won’t listen to the people closest to her, she will have to make her own decisions and face the consequences. Even if she’ll end up being hurt.”
“I don’t want that to happen,” he sighs. “She always wants to act like an adult and tries to be mature and stuff, but she’s just seventeen. And she’s sensitive, even if she never shows it to anyone.“
It’s clear he loves his sister very much, and it warms your heart to see how she can make a whole different Jimin appear than the one you got to know recently.
“I know. Sorry,” you quietly breathe out. “But I don’t think there’s anything you can do about it. It’s part of growing up.”
“Maybe you could try and talk to her sometime?” He suddenly suggests, looking at you with big eyes that make him look so much younger.
“Why? Because I have a history with dick-faced douchebags?” You joke, expecting him to laugh along at your joke.
No idea why you expected that because Jimin immediately agrees, shrugging his shoulders while he looks at you completely serious with a simple “yeah”.
“Wow, gotta love your honesty,” you mumble, turning your head straight ahead again. “I don’t think I’m the right person for that, though. I’m sorry. And no offense, but I refuse to meet your family,” you state. “It’s already bad enough that we have to lie to everyone around here. I really don’t want us to lie to the people closest to us. They shouldn't be a part of this.”
He doesn’t say anything to that, but just by the way he slightly nods with his beer bottle tightly pressed to his lips, you guess that he agrees.
“Why don’t you ask Nayeon instead?” you propose, just thinking out loud. “She’s way better with people than I am, and I'm sure your sister would rather listen to her anyway. They already know each other.” You explain, still trying to help him out. Even if you refuse to get involved with his family, for good reasons, you can still try to be helpful in different ways if it really burdens him this much.
“Nayeon…” you immediately catch Jimin’s face falter again as soon as you bring up her name, and you wonder what this could be about.
“Nayeon isn’t… she’s not really in the right state of mind to give advice to others, I guess,“ he beats around the bush, making you even more curious about what’s going on with her.
What is he hinting at?
Now that you come to think of it, you haven’t seen her for quite some time now, and you haven’t heard about her either, which is not common for her.
She's the life of every party, everybody loves her so... what is going on?
“She isn't doing well at all. I’m seriously worried about her.”
You see a look, similar to what he looked like earlier on his face when talking about his sister’s well-being. But this time, it's even more severe.
You’re still mad at Nayeon and don’t want to ask about her for that reason, but you cannot help but worry about her too. Especially since Jimin looks so serious.
“Why? What’s wrong with her?”
“Above all, she's very heartbroken, of course. She genuinely loved Taehyung, and she always thought of Yeji as a close friend. What happened really gnaws at her,” he explains, confirming your guess as you nod and focus your gaze on your clapped-together hands.
“But what really gets to her is… what happened between her and you,” he then admits, making your ears perk up immediately though you try to look unbothered and just don’t say anything to that, nor do you look at him.
“She hates herself for what happened, ___.”
“She should,” you shrug, acting entirely cold even though you don’t mean it. “After all, she did get off better than me.”
“Nayeon is not a bad person, ___. She was just very hurt and—”
“I was hurt too,” you interrupt him, eventually turning your head to throw him a stern look. “I know, no one ever cares about my feelings, but I was hurt too, Jimin. I don’t give a fuck about Taehyung or Yeji or anyone else. But Nayeon – I really expected more from her,” you rant, glad you managed to not let your voice break.
“Trust me, she did too,” Jimin says, looking straight into your eyes. “I’m not taking her side. Not at all,” he makes sure to let you know, keeping his voice solid. “What she did was very wrong, and there is no excuse for it.”
“But?”
“But,” he sucks in some air, keeping his gaze on you the whole time. “We both know that Nayeon is not that person,” he states.
You know he’s right. But you can’t just forget about what she said to you and what she did. Not just like that. Especially not when it happened in front of so many people.
Would she have done it differently, asked you to meet her somewhere private and talk it out, you would still have been disappointed in her for believing this lie, but you could have forgiven her.
The way she did it, however, showed you a side of her you never knew existed, and you’re not sure you can see past that. At last not so soon and not that easy.
“She used to always talk to me about you, and she always took your side whenever someone said anything mean,” he says after a while. “I'm the last person to expect anything from you right away, but I think it would do you both good to talk to each other. Not until you’re ready, of course. It may just be something to think about. Just… try and be the bigger person.”
You can’t help but scoff. He has no idea how many times you've recited that stupid line to yourself as if it were a mantra.
Don’t say anything, ___. Just leave. Be the bigger person.
“I’m tired of having to be the bigger person, Jimin,” you state. “Look, I’m sorry she’s not doing well, I really am. I would never wish anything bad on her or anyone else for that matter, but it doesn’t always have to be me who has to be the bigger person. I didn’t do anything wrong, and it is not my responsibility to approach her and smooth things over.”
That you took him by surprise is clearly written on his face, but you don’t let him say anything to that anymore before you start to get up, ready to go home.
This night is over. You did what he asked of you, and now you want to leave. It's not like there's any purpose for you to still be here, and it's late anyway.
It takes him a moment before he realizes you’re actually leaving, and he hastily gets up as well, almost falling off the roof in the process.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“Home. It’s getting late, and I’m starting to get cold,” you say, sounding nonchalant.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, slowly stumbling over to you.
It really is a wonder you both managed to not fall off the damn roof by now.
“What for? Would you have given me your jacket?” You try to joke, going back to your earlier mood.
You don’t want to pick a fight with him tonight. You already spend the whole day being annoyed by him so you decide to just stuff the whole Nayeon-story into the back of your head and carry on to where you left off before that.
Because you would rather shove a cactus down your throat than admit it when you’re sober, but Park Jimin can be fun to hang around when he makes an effort.
It’s like two sides of the same coin, but both sides are rusty, but one just a little less.
Yeah. That sounds like a decent enough description.
Still, as you're walking up to your apartment, followed by Jimin who was nice enough to help you up. It must have looked funny to a bystander watching two tipsy people stumble up the stairs, but you're thankful nonetheless. It shows that he does have manners after all.
“This night was a disaster and I feel like it's mostly my fault,” you decide to speak up about the elephant in the room, knowing pretty well it was on both of your minds because you two haven't really shared more than two words since leaving the party. Now that the effect of the alcohol is slowly wearing off, you're starting to feel bad about it.
“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, making you turn around to face him.
“You wanted to really get started with the plan today. You wanted to convince everyone, I was supposed to get to know everyone and get involved, blah blah blah. Instead, I hid somewhere or just bitched at people half the time - which was completely justified, by the way, but I'm still sorry that we couldn't achieve what you had in mind,” you ramble.
Jimin smiles, shrugging his shoulders as to show you it's not a big deal. "I'm sorry for ditching you at the start and not defending you as much as I should have,” he apologizes as well, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Ah, so he did notice then.
“I already broke my promise to you, and I'm sorry for that. I hope you're still in, though and if you are, I promise this won't happen again. The truth is, I had met Yeji when I was on my way back to you, and it kinda put me off. I was in a bad mood the whole time after that. And then I came back, and you were gone, and everyone was making rude remarks,” he groans. “And then I find you with Jeon of all people.”
Well, it's not the greatest apology, but it's more than you expected, and you're glad he at least made an effort. So you just smile and nod.
“It was the first try,” you say, already turning around to open your door. “Let's do better next time. It's not like the entire night was a flop. You're bearable when you shut up, Park.”
At this, Jimin laughs. “I can only return that compliment, babygirl. You should be drunk more often. It makes you so much more likable.”
You don't return anything to that, just simply throw him the middle finger as you walk inside your home and close the door behind your back.
Truth is, tonight really wasn't a total flop, and you know if you both put in a little more effort, this could actually work.
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