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Shut Up and Kiss Me | Jeon Jungkook One Shot
Summary: You've been Jungkook's best friend for literal decades but what happens when it turns out he wants to be more than just friends...
Pariring: Backup Dancer Reader x Idol Jungkook (f2l they're honestly crackheads I love them)
Word Count:13.4k (Daym 😂)
Warnings: Explicit language and sexual content yup that's it haha
a/n: I got way too carried away with this but I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. Let me know what you guys think! Also barely edited but that's pretty much the usual here lol
Requested by an anon 💜
"Alright ladies that's a wrap!" the lead choreographer calls out. "Thank you all so much for your hard work these past few weeks. I know this is going to be a comeback that'll go down in history!" he continues and we give ourselves a round of applause before I head over and get my dance bag and get ready to go.
"Someone's eager to get out of here" my best friend/roommate Nari teases. "I already told you I'm headed home for the weekend" I say, sitting down and changing my dance shoes into my sneakers. "Oh right, you should go see your in laws too" she teases, bumping her shoulder against mine while she does the same.
"Hey not so loud! Not everyone knows that Jungkook and I are close like that and I'd like to keep it that way. Plus we're just friends alright" I scold, looking around to see if anyone had caught wind of what she'd said. "I never said anything about Jungkook, you did" she says leaving me biting my tongue and realizing that I risked outing myself all on my own.
"I hate you" I huff and stand up to go but she grabs onto my pant leg to stop me. "No you don't" she laughs. "Be sure to bring back some of your mom's cooking" she reminds me leaving me rolling my eyes at her. "Yeah yeah I know, I'll see you later alright" I say, grabbing my bag and putting the strap around my shoulder while she waves goodbye and starts talking to some of the other dancers.
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Walking down the hall I happen to run into Jungkook and Taehyung walking down the hall and I bow politely at both of them and they do so as well before passing each other by. "Check your phone" Jungkook whispers and I nod my head, not turning around in an effort to not cause suspicions.
"Wait is that her?" I hear Taehyung say as they walk away and all I hear moments later is Taehyung crying out in pain when I walk through the elevator doors. Turning back around, now facing them again Jungkook gives me a nervous smile and I laugh in return before leaning over towards the key panel and pressing G for garage.
Stepping out of the elevator and walking up to my car I get an all too familiar chime on my phone signaling a new message and smile once I unlock my phone.
'Working hard today? ' Jungkook sends.
'Don't I always work hard? ' I reply, putting on my seatbelt and starting up the car, making my way to the exit, my drive only being about ten minutes away to my apartment.
'Yeah your cheeks just looked extra flushed and your hair was a mess.' he teases, making me open my mirror on the sun visor, checking my hair at the red light, seeing nothing a miss with my hair but taking note of those flushed cheeks he mentioned.
'Whatever Jeon. After having seen you walking around with Taehyung definitely brought you down a few points. That man is gorgeous!' I throw back, knowinghow pouty he gets when I compliment his members. Or anyone else for that matter.
'Hey leave him out of this! I thought I looked pretty handsome today though...guess my efforts were in vein' he send and I can just imagine the facial expression he's making.
'You did look handsome Jeon but stop fishing for compliments, it doesn't suit you' I send back, complimenting him while also reprimanding him, a skill I've used time and time again when it comes to him.
Minutes later I pull into my parking spot at the apartments, quickly running upstairs to take a shower and get ready to head out, all the while Jungkook and I have been exchanging messages back and forth, well apart from me being in the shower of course.
As I put the finishing touches on my makeup and check out my outfit one last time I see an incoming FaceTime call from none other than the man himself.
"Hey!" I say, propping the phone up and walking around my room to gather up any last minute things.
"Hey! You look nice, well compared to earlier today" he says, his nose scrunching up, amused by his own words leaving me scoffing at him. "Where are you headed?" he ask seeing as I won't dignify his earlier words with a response.
"I'm about to head out to Busan to see my parents. I haven't been there for a while and my mom has been begging me to come visit for a while now. You know she's still mad at you for stealing me away from them on my birthday right?" I laugh, remembering the look on my mom's face as he was tugging me out the door.
"Yeah but we had fun right? Remind me to apologize next time I see her" he says, rubbing the back of his neck and I laugh at the bashful mannerism.
We continue on our conversation for a while and only when I hear another voice coming in on Jungkook's side do I remember that I've gotta get going.
"Hey! Why are you hiding in here? Our break was over ages ago and we need you to come record some more backing vocals" the voice I can now identify as Jimin scolds getting clearer as he no doubt comes closer.
"I'll be out there in a minute just lemme finish up this call" he says and tries to angle the phone away from Jimin to hide who he's talking to.
"Who's that?" he asks and I can see a slight flush of color bloom on Jungkook's cheeks leaving Jimin laughing when he realizes who it is. "Hi y/n!" he calls out and I laugh after seeing Jungkook roll his eyes at him.
Jimin and I met a while ago when he found out Jungkook was going to Busan and wanted to tag along, not having realized that I was doing the same thing.
"Hi Jimin!" I say happily and Jungkook sends me a quick glare through the phone. "Let's all go out soon! It feels like we haven't seen each other in ages!" he calls out and at that Jungkook starts to shoo him out.
"Alright hyung give me two minutes and I'll be right out" he says, giving him a look telling him to get out or suffer the consequences.
"Bye y/n!" he giggles and I return it saying a quick goodbye and acknowledging his invitation as well. "Bye Jimin! Time and place and I'll be there!" I finish off and he says goodbye one last time before I hear what I can assume is a door closing behind him.
"I should probably get going" I say, picking my up bag and grabbing the phone as well, glancing around one last time before putting my shoes on and walking out to the car. "Are you driving?" he questions and I confirm it as I unlock the doors and get inside, setting my phone in the dashboard mount.
"Drive safe alright! I heard it might get a little stormy out there so be careful" he warns and I nod my head while putting my seatbelt on, smiling at his slightly worried expression. "And how might you know that already?" I tease, surprised at how he could've checked since this is the first time we've spoken about this trip.
"My mom called me to complain about the weather the other day" he groans, rubbing his temple almost as if he was having flashbacks of what looks to have been a not so pleasant conversation.
"Maybe I should stop by? It's been a while since I've seen them" I suggest, remembering how Nari teased me about it earlier. "Sure! I'll let her know that you'll be there for a few days" he says and I nod while turning on the car and pulling out onto the road.
"You should probably get going too though right?" I question, laughing at the fact that he looks as though he's making himself more comfortable on the couch he's sitting on instead of making moves to head out. "Nah I should be good for another ten, they've probably moved onto the next member by now" he yawns and I laugh at his carefree nature.
"Don't you guys have a comeback coming up?" I question, trying to remind him of the responsibility he has to his team. "It's just a single so ten more minutes won't hurt" he winks making me clear my throat and focus more on the road.
We continue our conversation for that ten minutes he was sure he would be afforded before the next member comes in and scolds him, this time being Taehyung. "Who are you talking to?" is all he says before Jungkook says a quick goodbye and hangs up the call. "That man really wants to keep me away from Taehyung" I say out loud, shaking my head at his panicked expression.
Although Jungkook and I work in the same industry he still likes to hide our friendship from the rest of the company and the public in general. He's an idol and I know he wants to protect me but it's still makes me a little sad that I'm not able to meet the rest of his members, or at least not officially.
I've seen them all in passing throughout the building as I'm hired to be a backup dancer in most comebacks but I have yet to be included in one for BTS. I know it's probably for that same reason of him wanting to keep me safe but I wish he wouldn't.
I want the both of us to work freely and when possible to work together but I'll respect his wishes no matter what. At the end of the day he's the one that'll pay the price if rumors about us were to spread.
He's my best friend and I don't want anything to happen to him so if having our friendship be a secret is the way to protect him then I'll do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.
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As I pull up to my parent's house I see my mom eagerly waiting for me with the front door open and waving for me to come inside.
"Hurry up it's freezing out there, you'll catch a cold from that rain" she call out when I open my car door. "Nice to see you too mom" I chuckle and once I get inside she's already helping me get my rain jacket off. "Let's get out out of these wet clothes right away, I don't want you to spend what little time you have here coughing up a storm" she nags.
Always the charmer that one.
I know she means well but I just wish she would stop worrying so much. I'm a grown woman I can take care of myself. Before I'm even able to say hello to my father she's already rushing me to go into my room and get changed. "Hurry up and get dressed! Dinner's gonna be ready soon" she says while turning around and heading back into the kitchen to finish everything up.
Walking into my childhood bedroom always hits me with a wave of nostalgia especially when I see all of the pictures I have in here. Pictures as me growing up throughout the ages and noticing how Jungkook is in almost every one of them, always making me smile.
We've known each other ever since he moved into the neighborhood. We were about five years old back then and here we are, twenty five years old and our friendship is stronger than ever.
We met one day on the playground at recess when he was drawing pictures with the sidewalk chalk and I had been playing hopscotch with some of the girls in my class not too far away.
I walked up to him because I noticed he had been all by himself and I wanted to see if he wanted to play with us. He said no because he wanted to keep drawing and so I sat and watched him for a while until I asked him about what he was drawing and from that moment on we became best friends.
We would take the bus home together and take turns going to each other's houses after school and it felt as though my day never felt fully complete if I didn't see him at least once.
We were about eleven years old when he told me he wanted to be a singer and from that day I was his number one fan. Always encouraging him to sign up for talent shows at school and listening to him sing when he wanted to show me a new song he learned and that's also when I started to find my love for dance.
I couldn't really sing, well I could never sing as well as he could so I decided to start dancing. He would sing and I would come up with random routines and it would go round and round like that.
I did it mostly to make him laugh but soon he wanted to join in with me and so we became a duo. We didn't perform for anyone other than our parents when they begged us to so it was almost as if it was our little secret. Just something for the two of us.
When he heard about the show Superstar K having auditions I was the first one to tell him he should try out. He wanted us to audition together but I reminded him that he was the one who could sing. He wanted me to learn but I told him this was his moment and he needed to do it on his own.
I knew from a young age that he was going to be something special and I wasn't going to get in the way of that.
I went with him to the audition and he did amazing but he didn't make it. He didn't have the confidence in himself but I knew that if he just tried his hardest that even if he didn't make it into the show it would still put eyes on him.
When he finished his audition I saw the amount of people coming to give him offers. Seven companies wanted him to audition and I couldn't have been prouder of him!
"How do I even start to figure out which one to choose?" he complained as he shuffled through all the business cards he had been given. "Well take a look at the artists they have under their label, that might be a good place to start" I suggested and that night the two of us spent hours looking up and listening to track after track from all the different groups until our brains hurt.
"This is gonna take forever" he groaned, plopping down on his bed, exhausted after a full day of it and I can't deny that I was feeling the same way. "How about this" I say gathering all the cards up into a stack and fanning them out with the company names faced down so neither of us could see.
"Pick a card, any card" I joked and he chuckles before finally grabbing one and putting it to his chest, not daring to look just yet. I stand next to him and we both take a big breath in and out before he reveals it and the words of what would end up being his future stared us right in the face.
"Big Hit?" he questions having sounded out the english words clumsily, "What does that mean?" he asks, looking over at me like I have all the answers and luckily this time I did. "It means like really popular, like if a song comes out and everyone likes it and they always play it on the radio or something then it's a big hit" I explain and he watches me with those adorable doe eye taking in each and every word.
"So if I want to be a big hit then that means that starting with this label would be a good idea right?" he asks, tilting his head, awaiting my approval. "I mean you would think so right?" I respond and that was the last push he needed to go ahead and audition.
And thanks to our little nonsensical way of going about choosing he really did become a big hit. It took some time and a lot of effort but he made it!
"Y/n! Dinner!" my mother yells, breaking me out of my walk down memory lane. "I'll be out in a sec!" I yell back and pull off my damp shirt and replace it with a hoodie, which ironically ends up being one that Jungkook let me "borrow" even though he knew he was never gonna get it back.
"Come on y/n it's getting cold" she yells again and I have to shake my head, trying to physically will myself to stop thinking about him now but it's hard not to. Everything about this house reminds me of him, and I like it that way.
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After dinner and being bombarded with question after question about my life and job and everything the conversation somehow circles back to Jungkook. "How's he doing? He's become such a handsome young man hasn't he?" she says, elbowing my father who gives a slight grunt of approval having been focused on the tv watching some sort of sports game.
"He's alright. I saw him at work when I was leaving and then we talked on the phone a bit while I was packing up to come here" I say and her eyes light up at that fact. "Sounds like you two are still close huh?" she says in a knowing way which makes me groan. "Come on mom you know it's not like that. Jungkook is my friend" I say, taking a drink of water.
"Yeah but friends can become...friendlier" she teases making me choke on my water. "You okay sweetie?" my dad asks, now having turn his attention back to me during the commercial break. "Yeah mom is just teasing me about Jungkook again" I say, taking the napkin he's offered me.
"Well he is a fine young man y/n. Are you guys still close?" he asks and I face palm, both of them being a carbon copy of the other when it comes to him. "Yes dad we're still best friends. Are we done here? I would prefer to keep the interrogation to a minimum while I'm here" I say pushing my chair out and starting to clear the dishes away.
"Oh you know we're just joking. It's nice to see that you're still friends though, regardless of anything else" my mom says while bumping my shoulder just like Nari had. "Me too" I mumble and think about all the memories we've made together since I moved to Seoul.
With all that distance between us while I was living in Busan and even with him being caught up in the whirlwind that is the music industry we never lost touch.
There were times where his responses would be a bit sporadic but it would always be around comeback time when that would happen or sometimes at odd hours while he was on tour but we never went more than a few days without exchanging at least a message or two.
He made that promise to me the day he went to Seoul.
He promised me we would never lose touch and that we would always be there for each other and to this day we've never faltered. I know he's someone I can count on and he sure as hell can count on me too. It's us against the world. It always has been and it always will be.
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Finishing up the night spending some quality time with my parents was just what I needed. Even with all the prodding and teasing and interrogations it was still something that healed a part of me that I tended to overlook.
I've felt homesick since I left to Seoul and coming back here just makes it even more apparent so that's what keeps me away. I try to convince myself that the longer I stay away from home the better I'll start to feel but that never works. The only thing that does the trick is when I spend time with him.
Jungkook has become my little home away from home and whenever I'm with him that melancholy feeling tends to fade away and I can never thank him enough. I've never told him that but I hope that in some way I could be that for him too.
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When I wake up in the morning I text Jungkook and ask him if his mom said it would be alright for me to come over and he surprisingly answers right away.
'Yeah she said she'd love to have you and said that sometime this evening would work well' He relays so I make a mental note of it and spend the rest of the morning and afternoon with my parents before I head out to the Jeon's.
"Tell them we say hello and don't forget to give her the tea that I gave you, and try not to stay out too late, there's a storm coming in and you don't wanna get caught out in it" she calls out to me while I walk to my car. "I'll let you know when I'm on my way home" I say and give her one last wave before getting in the car and taking off.
When I reach their house I'm surprised to see a big black van outside the house but nonetheless walk up to the door anyways and ring the doorbell.
"You're here!" I'm met with a comfy looking Jungkook in a matching grey sweatsuit with a smile painted on his face. "What are you doing here?" I ask, giving him a huge hug right away. It feels like it's been ages since I've actually been able to be this close to him.
"When I heard you were coming home this weekend I realized that I should come too since I had the whole weekend off" he says, swaying as he hugs me and props his head on top of mine.
"You could've told me! I wouldn't have minded waiting to come up today" I say and he shakes his head chuckling at the suggestion. "And risk making your mom mad at me again? No thanks. Plus it wouldn't have been a surprise if I told you" he says and I lean back to look up at him.
"You know I hate surprises" I say, furrowing my brow and he pokes me in the forehead to make me stop. "Your adorable reaction says otherwise" he teases and at that his mother walks towards us. "Jungkook I told you to let her in, not make her stand in the entryway. Y/n it's so good to see you" she says giving me a big hug and dragging me further into the house.
"Would you like any coffee or tea? It's freezing out there" she says, wrapping her cardigan around herself in an effort to keep out the cold. "Tea would be great, which reminds me my mother told me to bring this to you" I say, handing her the jar of honey yuzu tea.
"Oh we had talked about this the other day! Thank you so much, why don't you go ahead and join the others and I'll bring it out to you in a minute" she says and scurries off to the kitchen.
"Others?" I ask, turning to face Jungkook who had been trailing behind us. "You'll see" he says with a devious smile and leads me towards the growing noises of a conversation being had in the other room.
"Aye what took you so long?" Jimin says, standing up and giving me a huge hug making Jungkook have to step to the side to avoid being knocked over. "I didn't know that you guys were gonna be here otherwise I would've come sooner" I laugh and Jungkook taps Jimin twice on the shoulder as a clear sign for him to let go.
"Try not to smother her, she wasn't expecting to see any of us" he says making Jimin pull away and give him a wary look that I can't really read but I go on to look around the rest of the room and am met with six more pairs of eyes.
"Oh, um hello" I say as I look around the room and see the rest of the members seated around the room who had been visiting with Mr. Jeon.
"It's been a while hasn't it?" Mr. Jeon says warmly and gives me a gentle embrace. "It has. I'm sorry, I don't come home often and when I do my mom holds me hostage" I admit and him as well as all the guys watching us laugh making me recoil a bit from the unexpected attention and end up bumping into Jungkook's chest.
"Well I'll let you young people have your fun" he says and places a hand on Jungkook's shoulder before making his way into the kitchen to be with his wife.
"You alright?" Jungkook asks and I look up at him and nod, my breathing having gone shallow from our close proximity with my back still against his chest along the 6 person audience we now have. "Just take a deep breath. They'll love you I promise" he whispers and he guides me in the rest of the way and begins introducing me.
"Guys this is y/n, y/n these are my members" he says and is quickly cut off with an arm being thrown around his neck. "Aye! Aren't we more than just your members? I thought I raised you better than that" Jin says while ruffling Jungkook's already fluffy hair.
"Alright, alright get off me" Jungkook groans as he shoves Jin off playfully. "Y/n these are my hyungs" he corrects and at that theres a collective nod amongst the rest. "You already know all of their names so yeah" Jungkook says, scratching the back of his neck and I smile as I see the tips of his ears are getting a bit red.
"Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung I'm one of the backup dancers that HYBE employs every once in a while so I'm pretty familiar with you all or at least I know a lot about you I mean I-" "It's very nice to meet you y/n" Namjoon says, cutting off my nervous rambling right from the start.
"You guys too! Jungkook talks about you all so much that I almost feel like I know you already" I say and they all smile at that. "We feel the same way, Jungkook never shuts up about you" Taehyung says and I can feel Jungkook stiffen behind me and I smile, happy but somehow nervous having learned that information.
"Hyung, a word?" Jungkook says, singling out the one that's closest in age to him and I can see Taehyung's whole body droop before he gets up, realizing the kind of scolding he's bound to get.
Once they leave I'm left with the other five but luckily Jimin is still here so I'm not totally alone. "So y/n Jungkook tells us you've been friends since you were kids right?" Jin asks, starting the conversation off smoothly so as to not put too much pressure on me.
"Yeah! We met when we were about five years old. It really feels like I've know him my whole life" I say, smiling shyly and Jimin takes the initiative of leading me over to sit on one of the arm chairs. "Twenty years is definitely a long time. It's crazy how you guys have been able to stay friends that long with him being an idol and all that" Hoseok says, elbows rested on his knees almost fascinated at the thought.
"Well he made a promise to me before he went to Seoul and promises are very important to us" I say and they all nod, having experienced the same with him since they had known each other for ages already as well. "So you guys are best friends right?" Namjoon asks, leaning forward as well, as if he's working his way up to asking another question.
"I mean yeah, it's kind of embarrassing but besides him and my roommate I don't really have any other friends. Well I mean I have the dancers I work with but they're more colleagues than anything" I relay and they give me a sad smile.
"Yeah that seems to be the case when you work in this industry but hey any friend of Jungkook is a friend of ours as well so you just gained six more friends to add to the list!" Hoseok chimes in.
"Thank you guys that really means a lot to me. I've just been so career minded that I haven't really taken time to make new friends" I say and I'm met with a strong hand on my shoulder making me look up and see a smiling Jungkook looking down at me. "Luckily I'm here though right?" he asks almost as if my words had made him a little insecure.
"Of course! You'll always be my best friend. Nothing and no one will ever change that" I say, placing my hand on top of his and giving it a firm squeeze.
Something Jungkook always seems to need is reassurance about us and that we'll always be together. It might just be because I'm sure he's gained and lost a lot of friends having worked in this industry and seen people's true colors as they started to grow in popularity.
It's probably hard for him to know who he can and cannot really trust outside of his members.
"Hey what's with that look Jungkook come on sit down there's no need to be so serious" Namjoon says and Hoseok joins in making Jungkook feel a bit more at ease. "Can we sit together?" Jungkook whispers and I nod before getting up and he sits down where I had just been and pulls me down onto his lap.
This isn't an unusual thing between us but from the looks of the six pairs of eyes staring back at us you would think we had done something scandalous.
"Is everything alright guys?" I ask, watching as they collectively start looking back and forth between us before Yoongi chimes in. "Calm down guys they said they're just friends" he says and so eventually the weirdness that had settled in goes away and we continue on throughout the night laughing and talking into the wee hours in the morning.
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"Is it really already two?" Jimin says and at that I jump. "Wait are you serious? My mom is probably freaking out thinking I got caught out in the storm. I need to get going" I say trying to stand up but I'm stopped with a strong arm around my waist, keeping me in place.
"You mom called my mom a couple of hours ago to make sure you were okay and she told her that you would probably just be staying over tonight because of the storm" he whispers and I shudder at the thought.
Jungkook and I haven't spent the night together since he left for Seoul so the thought of doing it now when I'm sitting on his lap and with his hand dangerously close to crawling under my shirt has me feeling breathless. "Oh okay, but where am I gonna sleep?" I ask and he smiles at that.
"You'll sleep with me in my room, you know, for old times sake" he offers with a shy smile and I nod, nervous but not nervous enough to turn him down. It's Jungkook after all. We're best friends right? Just friends...
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"Goodnight guys!" I say after the eight of us have talked for another hour or so, Jungkook following close behind as we make our way upstairs. "Text me if you guys need anything but try not to need me" Jungkook says and I see all of the guys give him a knowing smile besides Jin who has been scandalized by the thought of anything happening but it wasn't something that I had caught onto just yet.
"Behave" is all he says and Jungkook rolls his eyes at him before he rushes me upstairs with Jin scolding him all the way but he's quickly silenced by Yoongi, reminding him that Jungkook's parents are asleep.
"They seem really nice" I say once we've gotten into Jungkook's room. "Yeah they're alright" he says, walking over to his closet and throwing me a tee shirt and a pair of sweats, grabbing the same for himself.
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom unless you want to first?" he asks and I shake my head allowing him to do as he says with him closing the door behind him, leaving me alone in his childhood bedroom just like I had been in mine.
It's been ages since I've been in here, let alone slept in here and I feel as though everything has almost been frozen in time. His mirroring mine with all the pictures his mom and dad had taken of us over the years and even a few of his old drawings he had pinned up on the wall.
I start to get undressed and put on the sweats first and when I'm slipping his shirt over my head his door opens and quickly put it on the rest of the way and hear him start apologizing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I forgot to knock" he says quickly and when I turn around he has both of his hands over his eyes.
"It's alright no big deal" I laugh and he shift from one foot to the other nervously. "Can I open my eyes now?" he asks and I laugh at his almost innocent nature. "Yes you can open your eyes" I say and pinch his side making him flinch. "Hey!" he says and I shush him immediately reminding him of all the sleeping people on the level bellow us.
"No one can hear us from up here you know that" he laughs, reminding me that his parents bedroom as well as everyone else is downstair on the opposite side of the house. The only things upstairs being his older brother's old room and his father's office.
"We should still be quiet" I scold playfully and he takes that as a challenge. "Oh yeah?" he says taking a step towards me and making me take a step back. "Yeah" I say, less confident in my wording than before leaving him lunging at me and tickling me mercilessly to the point where I can't even breathe anymore.
"J-jungkook stop!" I say between painful laugher and he only stops when I start hitting him. "Okay okay. Truce?" he asks, pulling back and holding out his hand to shake. "Truce" I echo, shaking his hand to seal the deal.
We stand there for a second with our hands still connected and swaying them back and forth, neither of us really knowing where to go from here. "We should probably get some sleep" I offer and he nods his head and leads me over to his bed letting me climb in first and him following soon after since his bed and placed against the wall.
"You need anything else? Another pillow? Maybe another blanket?" he asks after we've both settled in. "With the human heater you are? No I'll be fine" I say and he pushes my shoulder a bit me having faced away from him.
I turn around and realize that that might've been my first mistake of many to come.
"Tell me about the comeback you're working on. Have they been nice to you?" he asks, laying on his side facing me, suddenly becoming a bit serious. "Oh, um yeah everyone is really nice and the boys although energetic and goofy have been very professional about it all" I say in reference to the Enhypen comeback I'm working on.
"What's the name of their title track again?" he asks, settling in a bit and moving just a little bit closer, hardly noticeable unless you were fixated on it like I am right now. "Bite Me. You know because their whole back story for the group is Vampires" I say, laughing it off since it could be interpreted in many different ways.
He hums in acknowledgement lost in thought as he glances down at my lips for a second that I nervously bite in response. "It's a partnered dance right? I've heard about it in passing" he asks and I nod my head, "Who are you paired up with?" he asks, tonging his cheek at the thought of it.
"Sunghoon. He's been very quiet and very respectful. If anything I wish he would talk to me a little bit more so we could feel a bit more comfortable with each other but I'm sure we'll get there" I laugh, remembering how he barely spoke to me when we initially got paired up.
"Does he call you Noona?" he asks and I swallow at the thought of him being jealous because if there's one thing I know about Jungkook is that he get's extremely jealous.
"Um, yeah, they all do. You know I don't like keeping that overly formal relationship with anyone so it's been helpful breaking down those walls and a way of treating them as regular guys instead of idols. I think they get enough treatment like that you know?" I ask and he hums in response, not having much more to ask for a few beats.
"How close do you guys get? Like does he put his hands on you?" he asks, clenching his jaw a bit and that's a dead ringer for his jealously growing. "Jungkook this is a part of my job. He doesn't do more than he's supposed to and same with me" I say and I can see how his mood starts to change a bit.
"Hey, what's got you all upset about this?" I ask, not wanting to beat around the bush. I know better and it's best to just confront these things head on. "I just don't like the thought of other guys touching you. I know, I know it's stupid and it shouldn't upset me but it does" he says, flopping down on his back and throwing his arm over his face.
I sit up and turn towards him, pulling his arm off and making him look at me. "Why does it bother you?" I ask, genuinely curious as to why something like this would make him upset.
"Do I really need to spell it out to you?" he says furrowing his brow as if I've done something wrong. "Well obviously you do because I don't understand why you would care about thi-" I start but he cuts me off by pulling my arm and making me fall onto his chest.
"Jungkook I-" "No, don't say anything. Push me away if you don't want this but please don't overthink it" he says, flicking his eyes between my eyes and lips, looking more vulnerable than he ever has.
I hold my breath, taking in what is happening between us and there's nothing inside of me that doesn't want this and he knows that.
We stay there for another second or two until he puts his hand on my neck keeping me in place. "Last chance" he whispers, his breath fanning against my lips and before I can even second guess myself I'm pressing my lips against his.
He keeps one hand on my neck and the other one has found it's way to my hip, trailing up and down my side and eventually grabbing onto my thigh to guide me to straddle him, making the kiss more intense and full of longing.
"We shouldn't be doing this" I say when I break the kiss for a second but he pulls me back in kissing me again in protest. "Shut up" he whispers as a way to remind me to not overthink it.
I run one of my hands through his hair and grip onto the strands wanting to keep him here and never let him go and that sparks a new intensity to the kiss him now flipping us over so I'm now on my back.
I giggle against his lips and he smiles against mine kissing me more and more into a daze, drunk on his lips and the way he's touching me.
His hands become a bit more bold as one stays on my jaw while the other trails up my shirt, keeping a strong hand against my hip squeezing it as a way to tell me he wants more, wants everything I'll give him.
He switched from keeping his hips hovering above me to pressing against mine, chancing a soft grind against them making me whine at the contact making him do it again earning more soft sounds from me.
Soon he grinding into me, his hard on having been brushing against my clit, the friction driving me mad making me breathe out his name when his lips start to trail down my jaw and along my neck, kissing and sucking and biting his way down while his hips never falter.
"Tell me to stop" he says, pulling away and looking down on me, making me furrow my brows in confusion. "Tell me to stop and I will but if I keep going I don't think I'll be able to stop" he says, his lips wet and swollen, his hair a mess and I would be out of my mind if I pushed him away now.
"Don't stop" I say, placing my hand on his neck and guiding him back down to my lips, needing him like I need air and he growls against my lips, his excitement growing ask he slips his hands further up my shirt, now resting on my ribs, so close yet so far from touching me where I want him to.
I whine and he chuckles against my lips before asking me if he can take my shirt off which I answer by sitting up and pulling it off myself leaving him to do the same. My eyes widen seeing his sculpted muscles being a lot more defined than I thought they would be and he smirks once he sees my reaction.
"Like what you see?" he asks and I hit his chest before pulling him back down. "Just shut up and kiss me" I scold and he does just that.
His hands roam the bare skin I've revealed to him and he starts to trail his lips down my neck and onto my chest where he suck marks on it until he's stopped by my bra. He bites it and tugs on a little to gauge my reaction and I arch my back as a wordless plea to take it off which he does immediately.
He curses at the sight of them before looking back up at me. "You're so pretty" he says before pressing his lips up against mine again. his hands finding their way to my breasts first, squeezing them and toying with my nipples granting him more whines when he squeezes a bit too hard.
"You're so good to me" he says trailing his lips down my chest again sucking marks into me as if he way trying to paint me as his own, leaving me with the proof of what we had done together.
When he wraps his lips around my nipple I know that I'm a goner, my whole body on fire and all my senses trained on him.
Watching as his brows furrow in concentration, hearing as he groans against them, giving both of them the same attention making me lose my mind. Still tasting him on my tongue, smelling the minty flavor as he licked it into my mouth. Feeling his hands traveling lower, toying with the drawstring I have tied tight around my waist.
He lets go of my nipple leaving it puffy wet, hardening even more from the cold air reaching it after having been left the warmth of his mouth. "Can I take them off?" he asks and I nod my head but he shakes his. "Use your words" he says, tugging on the string but not enough to untie it.
"Yes Jungkook please" I choke out, my rational brain having been lost a long time ago. "Can I take it all off?" he says toying with the waistband of my under ware as well. "Yes" I say and he smile from not having to prompt me again.
He looks at me for another second and then he busies himself with taking off the last bits of clothing that was hiding me from him.
Once he pulls it all off he curses from being met with my glistening folds and trails his hands up my thighs and looks up at me wordlessly asking for permission. "Touch me Jungkook please, do something" I groan, getting restless with the pace he's going at.
"Patience princess" he taunts and I hold my breath after hearing that pet name roll off his tongue like that. "You gonna be quiet for me?" he asks, trailing his nose against my inner thigh. "I thought you said n-no one could hear us up here" I choke out and he chuckles dryly, surprised I've still got enough of a clear mind to talk back.
"That's true but it depends on where you are in the house. In a perfect world they would all be sound asleep but if someone was to be roaming around, well let's just say it's best if you stay as quiet as you can" he says, blowing cold air onto my center leaving me flinching at the feeling.
"Me? What about y-you?" I stutter and he tilts his head at me. "We both know who the loud one is gonna be" he says now cocking a brow at me, daring me to argue otherwise which I don't leaving him turning his attention back to what he was about to do.
He looks between my folds for a second almost studying it and I groan a bit, embarrassed at the sight but he simply kisses my inner thigh in response. "Everything about you is so pretty even your pretty little pussy. Even better than I thought it would be" he says and before I'm able to react to that he's already put his mouth on me.
Tracing his tongue up and down my folds and sucking on my clit, taking his time and being gentle with me, learning what brings me the most pleasure from the sounds I'm making and the way my thighs start shaking.
"You're so perfect. So pretty and vocal for me" he growls and I moan a his words of praise. He continues his ministrations until my back is arching off the bed and I'm so close to cumming stopping only to praise me again tipping me over.
"There you go, so so good for me" he says, pumping his fingers inside me to fuck me through my high, only stopping when it gets to be too much. "You did so well. So quiet for me, making sure only I could hear you. Making all kinds of soft sounds for me" he praises before kissing me, making me taste myself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth and never wanting to come back to reality.
"You think you can give me another one?" he asks, squeezing my hip and dragging his eyes down my body again. "Yeah" I whisper, watching as his hunger grows. "You gonna let me fuck this pretty little pussy? Been dying to for so long" he says making my eyes widen, realizing that what I heard before wasn't something I made up.
"You've been what?" I ask, getting breathless at the thought of him wanting me like this. "Haven't you figured it out yet? It's been so hard for me to stay away from you. I just didn't realize I had been doing that good of a job" he says and I get even more confused.
"Jungkook what are you trying to say?" I ask, wanting to get a straight answer out of him. "You're really gonna make me say it...Alright" he mutters to himself and I can see how embarrassed he's gotten all of a sudden.
"I know this has kind of been done backwards but I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember and I know love is a strong word and I know now isn't the best time to say something like this but I-" he rambles but I pull him down into a kiss that shows him that I've felt the same way. I've just been too scared to admit it.
"Just fuck me and we'll talk about this later" I say against his lips, breathless from how long that kiss had gone on. "Someone's eager" he teases and I glare at him telling him to get on with it or stop. "Okay okay" he laughs and strips down and lays between my legs.
My eyes widen at the sheer size of him, he's not too big but definitely bigger than I would've thought based on how tight his jeans have been throughout the years. "It's okay I'll make sure it won't hurt" he says nudging his nose against mine.
"Do you trust me?" he asks and I answer 'yes' without any hesitation. "Tap me twice if it gets to be too much" he says and I nod before he's planting his lips against mine while he rubs the tip up and down my folds making me mewl and pull him closer.
He pushes the tip in and it's already got me close to cumming. After everything that's happened today I never thought we would've ended up here. He presses in further and I let out a high pitched whimper and he stops, breaking the kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asks, looking down on me, mesmerized by the sight of my flushed cheeks and dilated pupils with the fucked out expression I'm already giving him. "Yes keep going" I pant out and pull him back down into a kiss, trying to muffle my gasps and moans against his lips.
Once he's bottomed out he stops, enjoying to warmth of my walls and grunting when he feels how hard I'm clenching around him. "Fuck, are you alright?" he asks, turning his full attention to me, pushing away his urges and making sure that I'm feeling good too.
"So big, I'm sorry just gimme a sec" I pant and he chuckles, placing a soft pecks on my lips. "We'll take it slow" he says and after a couple more seconds I tell him to move. He slowly pulls out of me the slightest bit and pushes back in, inching further and further out making his thrusts go deeper every time.
"Fuck you're so tight" he grunts, biting my shoulder as a way to drown out some of his sounds of pleasure. He's finally able to pull almost all the way out, leaving just the tip in and he looks down at where we're connected and curses under his breath before he thrusts back inside of me, bottoming out and knocking the air out of my lungs.
He settles into a faster pace than before, growling in my ear how good I'm making him feel. "Fuck I've been dying to do this for so long. You drive me fucking insane, making me feel so fucking good. You're so perfect for me" he says, praising me and driving me utterly speechless, not being able to think straight and the only word that falls from my lips over and over are his name muttered amongst other incoherent noises that only encourage him to keep going.
My walls flutter around him and start getting tighter, a clear sign to him that I'm close and he coaches me through it. "I know, I know" he mutters, his forehead resting up against mine as our breath intermingles, getting closer and closer to that high.
"I can't I can't" I cry out, squeezing around him and making him curse, a few tears streaming down my face "It's okay, you can cum" he says and at that I tip over the edge losing myself and forgetting to be quiet, making him throw a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.
"S-so close princess" he stutters out and I nod, letting him fuck me through my high and he's cumming soon after, smashing his lips on mine, not trusting himself to muffle his own cries.
He continues doing shallow thrusts into me until he's spent, both of us panting and overstimulated and he pulls out of me making both of us hiss at the feeling before he plops down on his back beside me.
We lay there for a second, catching our breaths and when I glance over at him I realize that he's already been looking at me and without saying a word we both bust out laughing.
"Did that really just happen?" I question, flipping over on my side to face him. "Yeah, um I guess it did" he chuckles nervously, running his fingers through his hair. "What's wrong?" I ask, scared that he might've regretted it. "No nothing's wrong! You're perfect, this was perfect I just feel bad about doing this all wrong" he says, overthinking things just like he told me not to.
"Hey, this is us we're talking about. Nothing ever ends up going the way it's supposed to. I don't regret doing it this way. Do you?" I ask, hoping his answer will be no. "I don't regret it I just wish I could've confessed to you properly. You know, asking you out on a date and all of that stuff" he says, more shy than anything.
"Jungkook we've known each other for twenty years. I think we're past doing things properly. Plus for what it's worth" I pause and whisper in his ear, "I'm in love with you too" I say and the next second I'm back on my back with him on top of me again.
"You're just dying to get fucked again aren't you?" he growls, against my lips making me laugh at his change in demeanor. One second he's a shy insecure Koo and the next he's Jeon Jungkook ready to fuck my brains out. I wouldn't want it any other way though.
"Maybe" I tease and and he trails a hand up and down my inner thigh. "What do you mean maybe? Hmm?" he says trailing kisses down my neck this time leaving big smooches making so much noise with each kiss leaving me writhing around, laughing and trying to push him off from how ticklish it is.
After we've both calmed down he gazes down at me, taking in all my features before gliding his eye down my torso to where we're pressed against each other.
"You ready?" he asks, trailing his finger up and down my slit making me shiver at the process. "Still so wet for me" he groans, kissing me and playing with my clit making me squirm. "Please" I breathe out and he lines back up before looking up at me. I nod my head and he looks back down, pushing just the tip in and noticing how I tense up.
"Still sensitive?" he asks, running a hand up and down my side, giving me kisses trying to make me feel more comfortable. "A little. Just go slow" I say and he nods, pushing into me inch by inch taking care to read my reactions and slow down when my breathing picks up until he's bottomed out.
He kisses me on the forehead and rasps a chant of praises in my ear. "So good for me. You're doing so well. You feel so good. You were made for me" amongst other things that give me a fluttery feeling in my stomach and making me let out breathy moans in response.
"Can I move?" he asks and I take a deep breath before nodding and he takes my words from before so seriously. Rocking his hips back and forth so carefully and making my mind melt, feeling every inch and whining when he hits that spot.
"Right there?" he asks, hitting it again and he takes my gasp for breath as a response, getting high from how good I feel wrapped around him and all the reactions I couldn't hold back even if I tried. This pace feeling more intense, more intimate.
As we reach our highs, one soon after the other I find myself slowly losing consciousness and he kisses me until I fade away, loving how slow and lazy they get as the minutes pass by.
He pulls out of me once I've slowly drifted off leaving me mewling in my sleep making him lose his mind and wanting to go again but he holds himself back and chooses to laugh at how adorable he find me. Lazy and fucked out with a small pout on my lips making him somehow fall even more in love with me.
He knows I should pee but he'll let me rest for a bit, going to the bathroom to clean himself up before coming back to watch me sleep before ultimately cleaning me up, knowing that I'll hate the feeling of waking up messy more than waking up to him taking care of me.
I whine in my sleep when he dabs the warm towel around and on my center, apologizing and doing his best to hurry up but still making sure to be gentle with me. Once he's almost finished is when I finally come to and start to open my sleep ridden eyes.
"I'm sorry I had to wake you but you should really go pee before we go to bed" he says and I hum in agreement, taking a second to wake up before reaching out my hand, a nonverbal plea for him to help me up which he does so graciously.
Luckily he has an ensuite and so I don't have to worry about covering up but I still end up grabbing his shirt and slipping it on before having him help me to the bathroom, legs still feeling wobbly as a result of what he did to me.
He laughs at my efforts and decides to scoop me up instead, plopping me down on my feet and leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him to thankfully grant me some privacy, we're close but not I'll go to the bathroom in front of you close.
I sit down and take a second to clear my head, trying to process everything that just happened.
I just slept with my best friend who has been in love with me for years and I finally admitted to the both of us that I have been too and now...well now what? I take a deep breath and finish up, standing up and flushing to toilet before going to wash my hands, gasping at the sight of my mascara running down my face, it's not a lot but still.
"Why didn't you tell me I looked like this?" I whine, catching him in the middle of changing the sheets. "What's the problem? You look hot" he says nonchalantly. "More like a hot mess" I groan, helping him finish up making the bed.
"The fact that I made sure you look freshly fucked is hot" he says, coming up to me and grabbing me by my hips, pulling me into him and planting a smooch on my pouty lips that I eventually relax and deepen the kiss into a slow sensual one.
"No, not again" I say breaking the kiss and stepping back. "How did you know I was gonna-" "We might not have done this before but that doesn't mean I don't know what you're up to" I say, turning away from him and going back to the bathroom, making sure to sway my hips a little bit to taunt him.
"Keep acting like that and you won't be leaving this room anytime soon" he growls as I slowly close the door leaving it open just enough for me to stick my head out. "Is that a threat?" I ask playfully, loving the reactions I'm getting out of him. "That's a promise princess" he rasps leaving me widening my eyes before closing the door quickly and quietly behind me, still close enough to hear his dry laugh in amusement.
After washing my face and using a new toothbrush I found in his drawer I climb back into bed and he pulls me into him immediately, leaning over me and placing his phone on his bedside table and notice there's somewhat of an unreadable expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask, leaning back to look at him, worried that something might've happened. "Nothings wrong I just think you're gonna get mad at me if I tell you" he says, laying back down and pulling me closer, making it harder for me to look at him but I pull back again.
"Why would I get mad at you?" I ask, now even more suspicious. "A few of the guys heard us" he mumbles and I jump up almost falling out of the bed in the process. "What do you mean a few?" I ask, horrified at the thought. "All of them..." he say, wincing at the thought of my next reaction.
"All of them?!?!? Jungkook you said no one could hear us up hear!" I whisper scream, blushing at the fact that we got found out so easily. "Well everyone but Yoongi. He was the first one to knock out but I'm sure the guys will end up telling him" he relays, mumbling the last part.
"Jungkook" I scold, hitting his chest a few times. "Hey we're adults and we didn't do anything wrong. It's their fault for being perverts" he says, rolling his eyes at the thought.
"What did they hear..." I ask just above a whisper as if the walls had ears. "Nothing too crazy just the bed creaking a bit and some muffled voices" he says and at the I craw under the covers, trying my best to disappear.
"Hey what's the matter" he chuckles trying to pull the blanket off of me but I keep a strong grip on it. "Just leave me here to die" I groan and he laughs again. "Come on it's not that serious" he says, trying to pull them off, this time succeeding.
"Nothing serious? You just told me that your bandmates, that mind you I just met tonight-" "Well technically it was yesterday..." he cuts me off. "Not the point! You're telling me they not only heard us having sex but it was after the both of us swore up and down we were just friends? Jungkook I'm never gonna be able to face them" I say, grabbing a pillow and laying down on my back, burring my face in it.
"Just do it, put me out of my misery" I plead, my voice muffled while I ask him to smother me which he does so for about ten seconds before letting up after I start making noise. "You were really about to kill me weren't you?" I say, sitting back up and hitting him with the pillow before he grabs it and throws it on the other side of the bed and out of reach.
"No...but I do like the idea of breath play" he grins and I tackle him, making him fall on his back and trapping his wrists against the mattress. "This isn't funny Jeon this is serious" I scold and he laughs, enjoying how completely and utterly mortified I am.
"How did they even find out?" I groan, rubbing my temples and sitting back, still straddling his waist. "Taehyung was looking for a bathroom and woke Jimin up to help him find it and when they heard us Jimin woke Hobi up who tried to wake Yoongi up but he just groaned out a cruse leaving Hobi waking Namjoon up who hesitated, but still ended up waking Jin up" he lists off making me cringe more and more as the list goes on.
"That's it, I'm staning Seventeen. My bias is Mingyu and my bias wrecker is Hoshi. Here's my Army card and my light stick" I say, holding out two empty hands and he swats them away, refusing the offer
"Hey! Why out of the thirteen of them does my best friend need to be your bias? Am I not enough?" he pouts. "You're enough but that doesn't mean I can't pick a bias. It's not my fault all your friends are hot" as soon as the words leave my mouth he flips me on my back, glaring at me with a jealousy I've never seen from him.
"Come again?" he growls. "No that's alright, three's good enough for me" I say, teasing him and using an alternate meaning instead. "Ha Ha you're soooo funny" he says with a fake laugh, rolling his eyes at me.
He gets off and leans up against the headboard, letting out a huge sigh and running his fingers through his hair. "Hey you know I'm just teasing you. You're the only idol, no, the only man I need in my life alright" I say, pulling his face back towards me and kissing him, soft and sweet and he tries to deepen it again but I pull away leaving him groaning at the denial yet again.
"Nope bed" I say, tapping him twice on the chest and turning around, giving him my back. "Come on please" he whines, cuddling up close and rubbing his already semi hard against me. "I'm tired Jungkook" I say, pushing his hips off of me and he pouts burying his face into my neck.
"Can I put it in? I won't do anything" he says against my skin, placing a couple kisses here and there leaving me hardly any sanity to say no. "You're into cock warming huh?" I chuckle and he hum in acknowledgment.
"Come on please" he asks, rubbing it against my ass again until I finally lose the mental battle I'm having. "Fine but I wanna sleep Jeon so no funny business" I say and he quickly takes off the boxers he had thrown on and lifts up the shirt I'm wearing and eases it inside of me, nothing stopping him since I have nothing on underneath.
I whine a bit at the stretch, this being a different angle than before and he kisses my neck to distract from the pain. Once he's settles in he takes the strong hand he had gripping my hip and slides it up my waist, grabbing one of my boobs and sigh, comfortable and ready to pass out.
"Who said you could touch me like that too?" I ask and he shushes me and goes quiet, quickly drifting off to sleep. 'This man is unbelievable' I think to myself and try to ease my mind, breathing and trying to distract myself from the fact that I have Jungkook's dick inside of me while he's happily asleep behind me with his big tattooed hand around my breast, occasionally squeezing it in his sleep.
After coaching myself through it and mentally blocking it all out I eventually drift off to get some well earned rest...
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"Jungkook, y/n breakfast!" is the next thing I hear, Mrs. Jeon calling us to come down and it takes everything in me to not ignore it and fall back asleep. "Jungkook" I say sleepily, still in a fucked out daze with my senses coming back to me one by one and remembering that I still have his dick buried deep inside me.
"Jungkook your mom made us breakfast" I mumble out and all I'm left with are his soft snores and his hand squeezing my breast, still very much asleep. I take a deep breath and try to figure out my options here and decide to give him a not so rude awakening, fucking myself back against him leaving him stirring awake, letting out breathy moans still not fully conscious of what's going on.
Once he starts to come to he slides his hand down to my hip, mumbling my name sleepily against my skin. "You're not playing fair" he says, moaning into my ear and only making me need him even more. "They called for us to come down for breakfast" and at that she echoes what she said before leaving Jungkook groaning, hating the thought of stopping.
"Be there in a minute" he yells, trying to keep his voice level. "That hurt" I complain, scolding him for yelling in my ear. "You'll get over it" he says and bites down on my neck before gripping my hip again. He takes over, thrusting harder into me leaving me covering my mouth, staying quiet as a mouse knowing that for sure anyone could hear us.
After both of us have come down from our high Jungkook give my shoulder as kiss and slips out, both of hating the loss of contact but knowing we need to stop. He gets up and brings me a warm damp towel and cleans me up before throwing me some new clothes to change into.
"Can I borrow a hoodie too?" I ask and he turns around, placing it on the bed next to me. We take turns going into the bathroom and straightening ourselves up and I shrug the hoodie on at the end, throwing the hood up, pulling the drawstrings and tying them tight leaving him laughing at the sight.
"What?" I ask, glaring at him. "You look ridiculous" he snorts and I roll my eyes leaving the bathroom and going back into his room, "I'd rather look ridiculous than show everyone downstairs what you did to me" I say, plopping down on his bed and waiting for him to put a shirt on although I would very much prefer he didn't.
"It's fine don't worry about it. All the guys already know" he says, throwing on a hoodie on as well after noticing how cold it is. "Yeah but what about your parents! There's no way in hell I'm letting them see this" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and mentally praying that I'll sink into the floor to avoid this interaction all together.
"They already know that I've liked you for the longest time so it was only a matter of time until this happened" and my jaw drops at the thought. "Your mom knew too? How many people knew before me" I ask, scared of what the answer might be. "Pretty much everyone that I'm close to. Even your parents knew" he says giving me a crooked smile.
"My parents knew?!?!" I gasp in total disbelief that this is happening. "It's not my fault you're oblivious" he say and I wack him in the arm leaving him laughing at, from his perspective my continued adorable reactions.
"Let's just go downstairs and have breakfast alright. I promise you everyone knew this was gonna happen and they all have been very supportive of it for the longest time" he says, guiding me up and out of his room. "You know this isn't making me feel any better right?" I pout and his only response is placing a kiss on my lips before running downstairs leaving me behind.
I take a deep breath and follow slowly behind him into the most embarrassing breakfast I'm sure I'll ever have.
"Good morning sleepy heads" Mrs. Jeon greets us as she places a bowl of strawberries on the table along with the other incredible looking food already set out for us. "Good morning" I say and plop down on the seat next to Jimin and across from Jungkook.
"Did you guys sleep alright" he asks with a knowing smile leaving me sinking further down on the seat and covering my face. "I don't wanna talk about it" I mumble and he laughs but leaves it at that. It doesn't stop the amused glances from the rest of the group and the not so subtle teasing along with it though.
"You alright there y/n you look kinda cold" Tae says as I take a drink of water making me choke, Jimin tapping on my back as I cough through it and try to catch my breath. "Yeah just a little" I say and glance over at Jungkook who is clearly loving this.
He winks at me before reaching for my plate and adding some food to it, knowing what I like and don't like and putting the perfect amount.
You know, I really am oblivious now that I think about it. He's always done stuff like this and has always taken care of me and wants to make sure I'm okay. I guess I always just chalked it up to friendship but again, I'm clearly just oblivious.
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As the breakfast continues it goes from harmless teasing to comfortable conversation and soon we're all getting ready to head off.
Once Jungkook and I are back upstairs I go into his room with the intention of gathering up my stuff but he has other ideas and presses me against the door, kissing me breathless.
"Jungkook we need to get going" I groan and he kisses me once more before backing away. "Okay I just can't help it" he says, sad as if he had gotten his gameboy taken away. "I'm sure you'll live" I laugh and he rolls his eyes before getting a bag for me to put my stuff in and making sure I find everything.
"Here" he says, throwing me my bra he found that had some how ended up the opposite side of the room. "Hey!" I yell and he giggles at my reaction before running out and heading downstairs.
"Is y/n ready?" Jin asks as he looks back up towards the way that Jungkook had just came from. "Yeah she'll be out in a second" he says and Jin nods before smacking him upside the head.
"Hey! What was that for?" he yells, making all the guys laugh at the interaction. "I told you to behave yet you did the exact opposite" he scolds, reminding him of the warning he gave us before we went upstairs.
"Yeah well it kinda just...happened" he says shyly. "Uh huh" Jin says, rolling his eyes at him and walking out the door with a few other members. "I just hope you were careful" Hobi says putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hyung" he whines, dragging the word out leaving Hobi giggling on his way out to the car.
"You gonna be ready to head out?" Namjoon asks when the others have already placed all of their stuff in the trunk. "Yeah but I'm gonna head back with y/n. I'll have a staff member pick me up from her place later" he says and Namjoon gives him a suspicious look before nodding and heading out as well.
When Namjoon is just walking out is when I just start coming downstairs. "Oh are you guys all heading out?" I question surprised to see them go so soon. "They're gonna get going but I'm gonna drive back with you. Well as long as that's okay with you?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck again, I swear that's my favorite thing he does.
"Sure, you can drive back with me" I say giving him a soft smile making him light up. "Awesome! Lemme just go say goodbye to mom" he says hurriedly and rushes to go find them with me following slowly behind.
"You guys taking off too?" she asks, giving me a hug after letting go of Jungkook. "Yeah I've got a lot of work to do and need to rehearse before I meet up with the artists again this week" I say, pulling back and giving her a soft smile. "Well don't work too hard and make sure to keep an eye on him. And for heavens sake Jungkook ask her on a date already" she teases, whacking Jungkook on the arm.
"Mom" Jungkook whines and I smile at the interaction. "Don't worry I'll keep him in check" I say and she chuckles while Jungkook glares at me.
"Where's Mr. Jeon?" I question not seeing him anywhere. "Oh he had some errands to run but I'll let him know that you said goodbye" she says, placing a soft hand on my arm. "Yes please give him my best and thank you so much for everything! Hopefully we'll see each other again soon" I say and she nods and starts to walk us out.
"I'm sure we will, you've gotta make sure to drag him along with you" she says, whacking him on the arm again leaving him rubbing the area, no doubt a bit sensitive from being thoroughly abused this morning. "I will" I say and we finish up our goodbyes at Jungkook's house and are soon finishing up at my parent's house as well.
"Ask her out on a date already Jungkook I want some grandkids" my mom not so subtly whispers. "Mom!" I whine, surprised that she would be so bold to say something like that. "Honey you're not slick I promise. I could only imagine the damage that hoodie is hiding under there" she says with a wink. "MOM!" I yell and Jungkook giggles, oh how the turntables have turntabled.
"Don't worry I've got it all under control" Jungkook says, giving my mom a hug and she's quickly shooing us out, reminding us to drive safe. "Hey toss me the keys" Jungkook says leaving my brows furrowed together but doing so all the same.
"You wanna drive?" I question and he nods his head happily. "Yeah I don't get to do it often so I like to do it when I can" he explains, sinking down into the driver's seat. "You know that really makes me regret my decision" I say worriedly, doing just the same. "Oh come on I'm a great driver" he says, and I cock a brow at him. "Uh huh" I say, emphasizing each syllable and he rolls his eyes at me, starting the car and backing out of the driveway after we've both put our seatbelts on.
We wave goodbye to my mom one last time and then we're on our way back to Seoul.
"You know you better not make me regret this" I warn after we've been driving for a while making him look over at me. "Regret what?" he asks, turning down the music that we've been listening to. "Letting you take my virginity" I say and he swerves slightly. "Hey be careful!" I scold and quickly regains control of himself again.
"You what? You mean to tell me that a fine ass, driven, mature and independent woman like you was a virgin?" he says, shocked at the thought. "Well it's the fact that I'm so driven and independent that that anything like that was put on the back burner. Plus how am I gonna find a regular guy attractive when I'm surrounded by idols all day?" I say and he sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Don't get jealous" I taunt. "I'm not jealous!" he refutes. "Oh so you wouldn't care if Taehyung gave me his number?" "He did what?!?!" he says, swerving again when he goes to look at me. "If you're gonna keep doing this when I say the slightest thing then I'm gonna need you to pull over so I can drive" I say while holding onto the handle above the door.
"It's fine, I'm fine" he says and takes a deep breath, continuing on our drive and the car goes silent for a while.
"Did he really give you his number?" he mumbles, clearly still jealous. "No, but Hobi added me to the group chat" and he groans at the thought of it. "Great! Now I'm gonna have to pay more attention to what's going on in there" he whines and we continue on our journey laughing and teasing and singing and making fools out of ourselves the whole time.
I guess some people really are meant to be together. Who knew that that quiet little kid drawing with sidewalk chalk on the playground would be the answer to my forever...
The End...
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Marmalade | jjk | teaser
Teaser.
Pairings: fuck boy jk x fem reader.
Brother's best friend jk, fuckboy jk, college student reader.
Synopsis: "I won't tell your brother as long as we keep fucking"
MDNI 18+
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When you saw him sitted on the couch like he owned it, you wanted to throw yourself against a wall.
What was he doing here, you knew he was your Brother's friend but you didn't know they were this close. Before you two fucked he never used to come over, but now its become like he's second home.
You keep your ears open to their conversation just in case he mentions you. The last thing you want is your brother finding out you fucked his friend. He'd kill you.
You gave him a warning glare not to say anything when you passed through where they were chatting. But he grinned at you like it was funny or like he didn't care.
"Excuse me" jungkook says to your brother and leaves him with the other guys.
You're in the kitchen making yourself something to eat when he walks in. Your eyes widen and look to see if your brother might be following behind him. He's not.
"You good?" He asks hands in his pocket as he approaches the counter.
"Yeah except for the fact that you're in my house" you whisper shout.
"I'm here to see your brother" he eyes you daringly " and maybe get a better angle of that ass"
You scoff at his audacity.
"Jungkook you and me arent doing this. It was just a one time thing "
He raises his brow, "Well except for when we did it for the second, third, four-" he says counting and you hit him with a dish cloth.
"Okay I get it" you sigh and he smirks.
"I just don't want my brother to find out about it" you confess.
"And he won't "
"How can you guarantee that?"
"I think we should just stop it" your hand rubs your arm gently.
"You're sure?" He asks with a suspiciously raised brow, teasing in his tone.
"Yeah" you say confident and sure.
"Well then I'm gonna have to tell your brother" your eyebrows farrow in confusion.
"Why would you do that," you say but he simply shrugs and and chuckles. That frustrates you so much, he doesn't even care.
"Please don't tell my brother " you resort to pleading.
"I won't..." He says sounding to easy of a reply
"I won't tell your brother as long as we keep fucking. " His half lidded eyes lift to meet your shocked ones. And he's very serious you can see. You roll your eyes scoffing. Jungkook remembers how you were rolling your eyes just last night but for a more pleasurable reason.
"Are you blackmailing me?"
He licks his rosy lips. "No, cause you want it too"
"I know you still wanna fuck" he's not wrong, you do. The reason why you didn't want to was cause you were afraid he'd tell. But now that he's said he won't tell, you cant say no.
"Fine" you give in causing him to smile victoriously.
"I swear I won't tell on you"
Marmalade ch 1
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𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : jungkook x reader
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: yandere, best friend to lover, jungkook is a hotty, angst
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: oc is sad and lonely
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : He loves bieng my friend ,but he has girlfriend who he loves ....could this possibly change him from your close friend to a distant person .. And 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵
𝗮/𝗻 :omg, this is my first fic here, I don't know how to feel.jungkook is kindy fucked up here but gonna be good soon.. Sorry english is not my first language so correct me if there is any mistake ,I hope you enjoy. , lob ❤
𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺... 𝘉y lovely @xonga ..
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The purest form of love is consideration.When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
And as for jungkook , it was beyond clear that how much he loved you.. cause the way he considered you even in his own relationships. he loved you as a friend, a friend he cared for a lot. There was nothing more . Was it? No. You were convinced.
But today when you were staring at the ceiling considering about many possibilities. That was now making your best friend distant to you. Today was the seventh day since you last hanged out with him. He didn't cut you of completely , no would never. But the dry replies of him everyday when you wanted to know how his day was or is he doing well , made your heart twist in sadness and loneliness. The distance was uncomfortable as it was new. Never before did jungkook did anything like this. He was always communicative, always loved hanging out and being with you
And you felt empty . Yes you were his habit and he was your. Jungkook never went even two days without being in contact with you. He was touchy. It was his love language. He loved holding you close to him , keeping your legs on his laps when watching movies, keeping his hand on your knee or thighs when hanging out at your friends house ,holding hands when walking and He also had a habit ( more of obsession ) HE LOVED KISSING YOUR NECK WHEN LEAVING YOUR HOUSE, WHEN EVER HE FELT NERVOUS OR UNCOMFORTABLE. he did that literally every day without missing any day
But today was day seventh of him not touching you or kissing your neck. Your friends always used to tease you and jungkook that how you two were more intimate than friends. Some of your batchmates considered you two in relationship four years ago but now you two are not in college. You are two mature people who know their relationship is just friendship.
Jungkook had a quite few relationship back in college but no stayed more than few months because all his girlfriends were not able to take the close proximity of you two.. But with his current girlfriend. His relationship seemed quite serious. It's been a year now to relationship. His gf is pretty , nice, hot. She is all you can never be, she seems to get along with all yours and jungkook's friend. But with you case was different she rarely talked to you. Even didn't liked you being near jungkook. . And you knew one day this could be a reason for jungkook to choose between you two.... Well it looked like he chose! Not you but her.
Your eyes dart towards the mirror, hanging on the pale lilac wall of your bedroom. Photographs of the two of you are splattered around the mirror, many from childhood of just the two of you. He’s the one person who could read you like a book studied a thousand times over, edges folded from the constant turn of each page. Now it’s as if the book has lost its meaning, forgotten somewhere on a shelf in the corner, dust piled upon it as the sheets slowly deteriorate.. He turned cold .
. Back when you where teenagers. There was nothing more you wanted because you had it all good grades, a best friend and his constant comfort. So you never considered making more close friends of your. All friends you have now are all who jungkook usually hangs out with when not with you.
You never even had a boyfriend. Cause first you didn't think you needed a one, and second most of the boys liked staying alway from you as they found jungkook threatening. But now when you felt jungkook abandoning you. You somehow felt the need for a boyfriend , a lover, a partner who would be by your side and comfort you no matter what.
Okay., so now is the time for you to get laid and ignore all the emptiness you feel. Time for you to let go or even lose your virginity.......
( part 2 : -
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BUNNY BUNS
[HYBRID AU]
INTRO
Bunny on the run
Side Characters: Yoongi cat Hybrid, Hoseok/Human, Taehyung/Human.
Warnings: mentions of violence, wounds, blood, smut, nudity.
Genre: Fantasy, hybrid au, fluff, R+18.
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Days alone on the streets after running away, Jungkook is so hungry he would do anything for something to eat, the sweet smell of bread fills his nostrils and as he walks on the side walk of the night streets he fallows it as if lost on a dream, almost not believing such delicious smell could even exist. He fallows the smell with his high sense of scent only to stop in front of a small coffee shop, the lights where still on a warm atmosphere he could see it from the outside, the glass door had some green leaves falling from the top where the name of the coffee shop shined in cursive letters, bunny buns.
He watches as the sign on the door changes. Someone opens the door the sound of a ring dings and a women a bit shorter than him comes out holding two black trash bags, she notice him standing there and only smiles at him walking around him to put out the trash. His heart beats faster, not knowing what to do with such reaction from a female, she who smelled like sweets and bread making him mesmerized by her long purple hair that stopped at her but. Jungkook never saw someone like her, it felt like he was in a dream and just saw an angel.
"Won't you come in bunny?" His checks burn from embarrassment, not used to having attention on him, "I don't have money miss, sorry" he murmured, she only smiles kindly looking him up and down she noticed he was a stray hybrid, from the dirty clothes to the dirt and wounds on his hands and face. His big doe almond eyes shined so bright under the lights of the coffee shop, looking almost like the night sky full of stars. He looked absolutely adorable, even though the contrast of his old clothes and dirt on him. She smiles and invites him in "it's on me then, come?" She offers him her hand and he slowly accepts it holding the tips of her finger afraid to leave dirt on her hand, fallowing her inside the small and warm coffee shop, he was so hungry he fallows without any second thought not caring to think about not having money anymore as his eyes traveled over all the pastries and sweet smell of cinnamon rolls, everything there smells so good and looked like bunnies, he wants to laugh at the coincidence.
Of course everything would look like a bunny, the place is called bunny buns.
Telling him to sit on a barstool she than walks around it, standing in front of him on the other side of the counter she begins to prepare him some bunny buns. The signature of the shop. Bunny bread with sugar over it. Making sure to give him a bunch with a cup of warm milk, it was freezing outside and she really wondered how he managed to walk outside with only a white shirt and pants.
She wondered, if he maybe had lost himself from his owner. Or maybe simply run away from it.
She owns the coffe shop and gives him everything he asks for, he apologizes many times but she only tells him it's okay. “Please, let me pay you somehow?” He says, long white ears behind his head moving slightly. She only smiles at him “you being this cute is enough for me”.
Her smile warms his heart in a way he never thought it was possible, no one has ever showed him kindness, not even a smile. Never. Even before he run away.
He continued to eat as she watched him, looking outside as rain stared pouring she asked him “do you have somewhere to stay tonight?”, he didn’t meet her eyes. Only staring at the now empty plate in front of him. Ashamed to even tell her the truth.
He was finally free.
Yet he had nowhere to go. No place to call home.
“Oh no… I’m so sorry” she says, soon warm hands are holding his face up to meet her gaze in the most gentle way. Her thumbs clean the tears he never thought would fall from his eyes, worry fills her expression over her soft features.
“I don’t have… home” he says, big doe eyes looking into her. She couldn’t just let the poor bunny hybrid alone at this cold time of the year. He looked so soft and scared. Like anything could break him apart.
“Well… my house is upstairs, do you want to stay here for the night?” She asks, surprise filling his brown eyes as quick as the red on his checks. He couldn’t even imagine what was happening, why would she help him? Why would she, when no one else did?
“ I can’t… you’re so nice but-“ he began but couldn’t end his sentence, her hands falling from his face over his hands.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind… it’s just, it will be a cold night… I’m scare you’ll be cold” she tells him, he looks at her, a stranger offering him a home to stay the night after filling his belly.
Even if she hurts him later, he just felt so grateful for her. So much he cried.
“Don’t cry bunny… you can stay, okay?” She gently cleaned his tears, walking around the counter to stand beside him. Her hands running over his back in a soft manner, slowly he began to fall into her touch. Head resting over her chest as she continued to caressed his back.
“I’ll take care of you okay?” Her other hand comes up to gently scratch his head, his long hair were soft. Her mind were filled with questions. How could someone let this poor bunny walk around in this could weather? She couldn’t believe it.
More than anything, how was she going to take care of this big bunny?
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Lost cause? 3: Who is it really that you're trying to fight?
Previous chapter
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook× Female!Reader
Genre: Established relationship/ marriage, angst, heartbreak, INFIDELITY. Panic attacks (TRIGGER WARNING). Pregnancy (do not read if this content triggers you) also, 18+, This is purely a work of FICTION please take it as FICTION only. Therapy and psychological conversations. Tears, guilt, regret and hope maybe?
Word count: approx 6.5k
Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you.
Authors note: Hello everybody, thankyou for waiting so patiently, I have a long message so I will put it at the end of the chapter, here is chapter 3, I hope you like it. Enjoy! Hehe~
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"These sunflowers just look happier than the roses, don't you think?" you point at the various vases and bouquets as Jungkook holds your hand listening to your confused queries.
"But didn't you find the roses pretty the moment you walked in?" He teases you with faux confusion and you stomp your feet like a toddler. "I am not buying both of them, kook." You pull him by his hand and he chuckles.
You didn't want to buy both of them, they're ridiculously expensive and he won't even let you pay. You tried taking your clutch but he kinda snatched it and shoved it back in your luggage. Although your little playful squabble suddenly turned into a makeout session against the hotel wall, he still successfully hid your wallet.
"Fine, baby, whatever you want." He pecks your cheeks and pulls back, fixing your scarf around your neck. "I'll get the sunflowers wrapped, you go check the gift shop for that snow globe you saw earlier, okay?" You smile and mutter 'okay', happily walking towards the gift shop with your hands in your coat pockets.
You reach the gift shop and ask for the snow globe along with some fridge magnets and keychains for your friends as souvenirs. Jimin and Hobi love magnets, and it was specifically mentioned in the group texts you got the night before your flight.
'HAPPY HONEYMOONING, Y/N AND JUNGKOOK!! Bring souvenirs tho, tc♡'
You get all the stuff you want and turn around to look for your husband. He walks towards you with a smile on his face, Oh, that pretty face, the prettiest amongst the flower lanes.
You give him a big smile when he hands you the sunflower bouquet, and your eyes crinkle looking at the yellow flowers. Looking up at him you find him looking at you with hearts in his eyes. You giggle with pink cheeks and turn towards the counter with your face half hidden by the bouquet.
"How much is it for everything, ma'am?" He asks the cashier when someone comes from inside the flower store and hands Jungkook a bouquet of roses making your eyes widen.
"Jungkook!" You whisper-yell at your husband and he looks handing his card to the lady. "Yes, baby?" He asks with love filled in his voice, You tilt your head towards the red flowers and he follows your gaze moving his neck dramatically and exclaims, elongating his words,
"Ohhhhh, the roses?"
You raise an eyebrow biting your inner cheeks, a smile threatening to appear on your face at his cuteness. "I got them for me, You said you don't want them but you know, I loooove red roses, so I got them for myself. The red makes me feel pretty, you know?" He explains with comically wide eyes and a coy smile, shrugging with the red roses in his arms, and you can't help but laugh and hug him.
He pats your head and kisses your hair, chuckling. The lady hands hands him his card thanking him and gives him the items you both bought in a cloth bag with mountains painted over it.
Heading out of the shop you both hold hands while you walk towards your car. After keeping the stuff in the back seat and handing you both the bouquets, he opens the car door for you but before you get inside he stops you and turns you towards him.
"I love your laugh, you know? and I love it the most when you laugh because of me." He says with his gaze fixed on your scarf while covering it around your neck carefully. He boops your red nose and you playfully scrunch it making him chuckle.
"I love you, kook." You say leaning in to kiss him.
"I love you, too, baby." He smiles against your lips.
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Your face has a sad smile as your gaze lingers on the newly replaced sunflowers in the vase on your kitchen counter. The memories of the warm winter you spent in Switzerland cuddling with your husband make your heart feel chill and cold. You sip on the herbal tea with bags under your eyes due to the many nights of crying.
You hear the couch in the lobby rustle and your gaze shifts to your sleeping husband. Yes, he slept on the couch not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way but still being close to your room, since you felt very nauseous the night before.
Your mom asked him to sleep in the guest room but he preferred sleeping near your room in case you needed something.
It has been 4 days since you both decided to give your relationship a chance. Since then you have not talked much about anything other than the therapist's recommendations you got from Namjoon, Taehyung and their wives.
Jin was supposed to return in 2 days from his trip with his wife to her house, his brother-in-law getting engaged. You feel like a lot has happened in the last 5 months and you were so clueless, you felt guilty for not being there for everybody.
Apparently, Yoongi broke up with his girlfriend after 3 weeks of constant arguments. He seems okay, but you never know how a person actually feels from their face now, do you? You don't know what the arguments were about but you just hope he is fine.
Hobi's girlfriend just moved in with him, they wanted to hold a get-together but postponed it saying you were not well since you went to the hospital 2 months ago. Somehow you know that is not the reason. You would also prefer not making anyone awkward with all the tension that you've been going through, You suggested them doing it without you but they refused, stating they want everyone there.
Jungkook has been trying to be silently available and you can notice every one of his efforts, You feel your heart shatter every time you look at him but you try not to cry. You don't succeed.
This was the decision you made, your doctor and therapist both suggested you start couple therapy, soon. Are you ready? No. But would you run away from your problems? Nope.
You have your first combined session in 4 hours and you feel nauseous already. You haven't talked much to Jungkook in the past four days except for thanking him whenever he helps you with stuff like getting up, switching the fan on if you feel hot suddenly, helping you with covering yourself with the comforter, putting your feet in your slippers and many more things.
You both finally decided on a therapist that your doctor and Namjoon, both suggested.
You absolutely feared this, you have no idea what outcome is waiting for you on the other side of the journey you chose. But you have to try, for the baby. Finishing your coffee you straighten up and walk towards the sink.
Suddenly you hear three loud knocks on the door and the mug slips from your hand.
Hearing the mug hit the floor Jungkook jolts up and comes running towards you, "Hey, you okay?" He inquires holding your hands, speaking groggily, still sleepy. His eyes search you for any burns or injury.
"I am fine. It's okay." He hears you and it's like you both realize at the same moment that he has your hands in his, you both lift your heads at the same time. His eyes are swollen and red, with dark circles and slight stubble.
Your eyes lock and you feel a weird feeling in your stomach.
The knocks on the door intensifies while your mom came into the kitchen to take a bottle of water. Your dad and mom are supposed to visit your family doctor for your dad's regular checkup. He has been having fluctuating blood pressure and you feel like its because of you.
Jungkook opens the door and a grumbling Jimin walks in along with a sheepishly smiling Namjoon holding some paper bags. "Get your door bell checked, I rang it four fucking times- oh shit, g-good morning everyone." Both men stop in their tracks and bow awkwardly greeting you and your mother as she giggles greeting them backward.
"It's 10 am, Hyung. Why are you guys banging at the door so early?" Jungkook asks rubbing his left eye and you smile looking at their banter.
You missed this.
Namjoon comes around the kitchen island and gives you a side hug while Jimin and Jungkook just argue about how 10 a.m. is not very early for some people.
"I'll go get ready for your dad's appointment and then come make breakfast until then you kids have juice, I'll be out in 10 mins-" Your mom says while she pats your head but Namjoon interrupts her by telling her they brought some sandwiches you would love according to his wife.
You wanted to accompany your mother to the doctor's appointment but she insisted you focus on the day that awaits you, Her being the most honest person, she told you that today wouldn't be easy, it would be heart-wrenching. You would feel uneasy and maybe you might feel relief unexpectedly. Don't fight it. If the decision you both have made is something you both want to work on, don't fight your feelings.
"Oh! you brought the tomato and cheese sandwiches, yay!" You say a little too loud the whole room goes silent and you feel too aware of your voice, you gulp, chest deflating and the room getting bigger around you. Your eyes glisten slightly, which namjoon and jungkook notice immediately. Jungkook, notice the way you shrink physically, if that's even possible, after showing a little light on your face.
It's something inside you, that makes you want to withdraw from anything slightly happy. Guilt? Of smiling? You dont want to think about it.
"Yes!" Jimin says cheerfully and Namjoon joins him yelling for him to bring the sandwiches to the table. Your mom smiles at the yelling grown men while Jungkook just watches his hyungs trying to cheer you up. You walk up to the table and join them, lifting your head to look at Jungkook. You wanna tell him to join, but suddenly your face heats up and you can't talk.
He must feel your eyes on him coz he looks at you and your eyes widen when you make eye contact. You can hear the bickering of the two men in the background, You try to speak, and he looks at you with hopeful eyes. hopes that you talk, to make a conversation, anything.
"Jun-" you start
"Dude, the sandwiches are getting soggy, I already put the mustard, come and eat them," Jimin says and you sigh feeling weird again and you notice how Jungkook's eyes shut for a second before he looks away.
"I dont like mustard in sandwiches, hyung. Thanks." He starts to walk away towards the guest bathroom with a sigh and you panic. You dont know what happened but you suddenly blurt out, "My sandwich does not have any sauce."
He stops in his tracks and turns to look at you with wide eyes. Seeing him turn you look down immediately. "You can t-take this, I'll eat the one with mustard."
The room falls silent again and you feel like you could cry, you wanna run away. Thats what your brain tells you to do, you almost get up already thinking of an excuse to run away but then you see your plates being exchanged. "Thankyou." He mutters looking at you, more like, looking at your head facing the table.
You chose this, you need to be strong and have to at least start making full sentenced conversations. You need to make this work, for your baby. It's just not very easy to look at your husband and not think about it- you just don't want to think about it.
The breakfast ended with slight conversations between the guys. At least someone felt comfortable around each other, you, on the other hand? You felt like you made everyone around you awkward and the fact that you could've sensed their pity everytime they made eye contact with you made you want to bury your head in the ground.
You could hear the small talks and the hums they let out, it all settled in your brain, it even made sense but you couldn't move your mouth any more than chewing the sandwich on which you almost choked on due to trying to eat fast and get away.
The breakfast ended with the guys leaving after you excused yourself for the shower you planned 30 minutes later in your head, but still escaped the situation to breathe. Now that you see yourself in the bathroom mirror you watch how your chest rises and the tears burning the rims of your eyes. You didnt want to cry but you also know that crying helps you breathe these days.
You can clearly see how your decision is affecting you, you're miserable. Which is definitely not good for the baby's health.
Would you really be a good example of parents to your baby?
You can't decipher if it's because of the betrayal you feel, the guilt of missing him even though he cheated, the regret of regretting giving him another chance or just the fact that you feel guilty by feeling better around him?
You don't know how to give another chance, your past has been full of abandonment and ignorance towards you making heartbreak a bitter and sour feeling. Immediately forcing your heart to want to hate him.
The guy you loved, still love, are you in love? Of course you are, that's such a stupid question to ask, you love that guy to death. The main question that lingers in your head is, should you be in love with him? Is that correct?
Your doctor adviced you to keep your anxiousness at bay for the sake of the two lives you are now held responsible for. Your therapist advised you to respect the decision you have made but also respect your personal boundaries. Both of the professionals telling you to prioritize both of your mental peace, only then things would work.
The concept of mental health confuses you at this point. Is putting your mental peace as your priority staying away from him and feeling the panic take over you? Or sit around him feeling better for some time but worsen later since you owe this to your past self.
You feel yourself zoning in onto the flowing water from your tap in front of you. Your thoughts are disrupted as you hear your mom knocking on the bathroom door, quickly wipe your tears and taking deep breaths, a sad try to stabilize your voice.
"Y/N baby, I am heading out for the clinic okay?"
"Y-yea mom." You cringe as your voice breaks, silence filling the spaces on both side of the door.
"You know I'm here for you, right?" She says and you want to sob hugging her but you don't want to stress her more. You feel the pain in your throat, the knot making your vision blurry with every second passing by.
"Yea." You reply with a shaky voice expecting her to leave but then you hear her sniff. Your stomach clenches and you feel that you might vomit out the sandwiches from the morning.
"Love you, baby, take care." She says and you murmur the affectionate phrase back. Turning off the tap you hear her retreat to the door and the door closes with a thud. Your mind reels over so many thoughts and you just need some silence from all the noisy voices in your head telling you shit about yourself and your choices, him included. Your mind wants you to answer questions, about feelings and your family's future, the questions only you and your husband sitting and waiting for you in the lobby could solve.
Maybe you can get some help from the therapist you so dread to meet.
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The ticking of the clock, the beating of your heart, every passing second is making your eyes blind towards the white wallpaper of the waiting room. You wait for your husband sitting on the couch, fiddling with the rings on your ring finger.
The room is decorated with plants and a lot of flower vases on every side table, and the reception desk is unattended since the lady who sweetly smiled at you went inside with a cup of something, you couldn't see clearly though, you guess it's for Dr. Shin.
Out of anxiety, you start fiddling with your rings. You still remember the day he proposed to you, promising you to never leave you alone and always be by your side, no matter what ups and downs.
You never knew the ups and downs would someday lead you to the thought of divorcing him. The ring he wed you with on your wedding day shines along with the promise ring making you force your eyes away.
The session hasn't even begun and you already are on the verge of crying.
The glass door slides open and you watch a middle-aged lady approach the L-shaped couch you were sitting on. She smiles and calls out your name along with his making your heart drop.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jeon?"
This stings but also gives you comfort. It's so fucked up.
You're scared. You don't know what's gonna happen after this session, are you afraid of being alone? You have this war going on inside you between morals and what your heart wants. You feel nauseous, however, you take a deep breath and get up.
When you enter the counsellor's office, it seems way more comfortable than you thought, it gives you more of an art studio vibe, with plants and canvases lying around, paints on a desk along with an almirah full of books and files.
You smile as your eyes meet Dr. Shin, and she smiles back. Her face radiates a professional persona but it is not the kind of personality that could make someone uneasy, it makes you feel safe somehow.
She sips on her coffee and keeps the mug on a coaster, clearing her throat. She was really pretty, sophisticated and she looked really smart. Her husband wouldn't cheat on her, would he? She seems perfect, unlike you with your baggy and red eyes.
Were you ever attractive?
"Would you like some water or tea?" She offers with a smile.
"Some water would be good, thank you." You say and she nods, calling her someone, probably the receptionist for the glass of water.
"Are you here just by yourself today?"
"No-no he should be here any minute, he must be in the traffic, I am so sorry." You frantically start searching your bag for your cellphone to call Jungkook.
"It's okay, we can start the session when he arrives."
"No, please, you don't have to do that, you must be really busy." You say looking at her with an apology on your face. Finally finding your phone, you check your messages and yes, he has texted you about being stuck in traffic.
"He is on his way, in traffic." You say to which she nods and mutters a 'It's okay'. She resumes sipping her coffee while noting down your details in her notes. While she scribbles your head can't help but think about certain scenarios as to why Jungkook is late.
You feel anxiety fill your nerves, you clench your fists tightly at the thought and shake your head slightly. You don't notice but Dr. Shin notices how you start to shake your leg, so she starts a conversation putting her notepad down.
"Do you paint, Mrs. Jeon?"
"Please, it's just Y/N and yes, sometimes." You say straightening your back, your baby belly very visible.
She opens her mouth to say something but gets interrupted by the receptionist knocking on the door. Dr. Shin lets her in and she informs her that Jungkook arrived, asking if she should send him in.
She nods and the receptionist leaves.
"You know the best thing about art is that when you understand it, you can fix a mistake in a painting as many times as you want. Being able to do good art doesn't mean you wouldn't make mistakes, but you could fix them at any time you want. The only thing that matters is do you still want the results you wanted before you started to paint or will the excess anxiety to finish the art piece make it worse?" She says and you feel confused, before you could ask if she meant what you think she meant, Jungkook enters.
He is wearing a black button-up tucked in his pants along with checkered trousers, a black blazer in his hand and his black hair slicked back. He had an important meeting today and you think he came directly from work. He looks good too and you hate that you feel that way.
"Good afternoon doctor, I am sorry I got late, I got stuck with a client and then the traffic, I am really sorry." He bows apologetically and quickly takes a seat beside you. You look at him and he mouths an 'I am sorry' with beads of sweat on his temples. You smile slightly and nod to tell him it's okay.
"It's okay Mr. Jeon, you're just 4 mins late." She chuckles and picks up her notepad and pen.
"Shall we start?" You both nod in unision.
"So, I wanna assure you that this is a safe space and the information told or discussed here would not be disclosed unless there are any legal or medical emergencies which we hope wouldn't happen. Okay?" You squeeze your fists shut, you don't even want to think of all that. You notice how his Adam's apple bobs as he gulps in nervousness.
"Shall we start?" She asks and you both nod in unison.
"Mr and Mrs Jeon, how long have you known each other?"
"6 years"
"6 years." Dr. shin nods at your answers.
"..and how did you two meet?"
"We met through mutual friends, Taehyung, his best friend, he was her roommate's boyfriend at that time." You explain.
"I wouldn't call that boyfriend." He whispers and you smile huffing a breath.
"Yeah, they were in a 'situationship'." You air-quote the word with one hand and smile, the other hand tracing the water ring, your glass is forming around it.
"They used to wanna hang out with someone because she had a strict aunt as a guardian. So we spent time at Taehyung's place, Y/N used to live with her too, at her aunt's place, for the last year of her graduation." He says, smiling slightly at the memories of you creating excuses for your friend.
"We could simply say, they ended their relationship soon after graduating, she started her Ph.D., moved out and we still remained friends." You point your thumb towards him and then you.
"After some months we started dating when he asked me out.." your eyes are still zoned in on the glass while Jungkook stares at your face.
Clearing your throat you give a small smile to the therapist and through a sniffle you speak again, "After 3 years of dating we finally decided to get married. We got married in his home town, Busan..."
You pause, your heart aching at the irony of you taking the vows in Busan, the same place where your husband spit on your 5 year-long relationship. You feel tears rising in your eyes but you blink them away, ears getting hotter by the second.
"..And then I broke my promises." He nods slowly, as if owning up to his acts, eyes glossy and his Adams apple bobbing trying not to cry.
You hear him say it and you feel nauseous. Yes, he did, and now you're sitting here in front of a therapist. Back to square one.
"Yes." you whisper without raising your head, nodding. A lone tear slipping through your eyes.
The only thing you could hear after you said this was Dr. Shin's pen scribbling something in her pad, the clock ticking and the aquarium motor producing bubbles.
There was an aquarium in the room?
You feel Jungkook's gaze on you, but you don't dare lift your head.
"Mr. And Mrs Jeon.." Your therapist keeps her pad down and looks at you, making you both lift your heads and pay attention to her. "..this is your first session, so I would only talk about things you are comfortable with, we'll take things according to the pace you both want, but if you want to make things work I would suggest you be honest and open with me, it might make you feel vulnerable and 'too exposed'." she emphasizes on her last words and continues, "It would be hard considering you both have a lot going on but trust me it would definitely be better than how it is now."
You both listen to her carefully, slightly nodding your head whenever she adds a question mark in her statements.
"Before I address the situation I would like to ask you if you are comfortable in continuing this relationship?" she asks and he nods but you feel hesitant. There it was, the question that you know the answer to but still feel weird to say out loud. Your husband cheated on you, you can't change that. You have a life growing inside you, yours and Jungkook's flesh and blood, you can't change that. You decided on never giving cheaters a chance but why do you want to now?
Do you think it would be good for the baby? Would it be good for him? For you? You love him, but what about the morals you promised you would never give up on? Would love be worthy enough to let go of the beliefs you have?
"Mrs. Jeon? It's okay if you're still a little skeptical, you can take your time-"
"No ma'am, I am sure. I wanna try again." You say it out loud, for your baby's sake, at least that's what you want to believe. Jungkook breathes a relieved sigh and you look at him at the same time he does. He raises his eyebrows hesitantly trying to ask if you are sure, you nod softly making him give you a grateful smile.
"Its good to know that both of you are on the same page. Now, I would like to hear what caused this distance.."
As you let it out of you, how the last 5 months changed the trajectory of your life, the 5 years of your relationship, the trust, the bond, love, your self-esteem, your and his moral values, both of your belief systems, the trust on each other, the trust on yourselves, the honesty, the loyalty all bruised up and on the ground. What were you fighting? Each other? Society?
Maybe it's you who you're fighting.
You told Dr. Shin how you have faced this many times in your life, She nodded and explained to you how certain incidents affect our brains and the way we think, changing the way we live, think and even breathe.
She explained how going through this would be tough for both of you, considering the pregnancy and the emotions you and your husband are feeling. She explained how your mind should be made up before going through with this because sometimes withdrawing from therapy or quitting in the middle of the process or sometimes going with it without a made-up mind might cause mental problems and since you were with a baby, you should be extra careful. You both try to assure her that you will make sure this goes well.
You cried looking away from him while you told the events that happened, he sobbed agreeing to them. He cried covering his face while cursing himself for what he did to your relationship and the happy family you both deserved. You both cried as she wrote and noted in her notepad. In the end, you reached out to hold his hand with tears running down your faces, admitting how you want to give your family a chance.
With red eyes and shaky footsteps, you both leave the office. You get in the car since you've been taking cabs ever since you started showing. The car feels oddly comforting, the same fragrance mixed with the leather seat cover smell, the car having water bottles on each side, just like a few months ago. He used to keep them in the car just in case you felt car sick like that road trip in the hills where you were nauseous the whole time.
The bottle beside you looked new since it was sealed so you couldn't help but think that he bought them today, maybe for you. You wanted to ask him but before you could say you felt the soup and the tofu stew you had in lunch come up your throat.
"Stop the car, Jungkoo- f-fuck stop the car. Pull over!"
Jungkook pulls over to the side and opens his side of the door to runs over to your side, he holds your hair up as you vomit your food and feelings out. You have been feeling uneasy ever since you left your apartment for the clinic.
'You might feel physical changes as well, Mrs Jeon. You may feel everything at extremes, mood swings, food cravings, agitation, maybe sexual desire, frustration, or morning sickness might hit you at any time, Basically the anxiety is not gonna help you with the hormones and staying away from your husband might also not do any good. So I would suggest you be strong and try to get through this.'
You remember Dr. Shin's words coughing as your throat feels sore, your stomach aching from the pressure you put in puking. When you're done, Jungkook opens up a bottle of water for you as you tilt your head towards the seat resting it there. He helps you drink and wash your face. Feeling better you look up at Jungkook who makes sure your breathing is better and even now.
"Jungkook..?"
"Hm?"
"Are those new bottles?"
"Huh? Ye-yeah. I bought them on the way to work this morning knowing you get car sick often and n-now...because of your nausea, I just wanted to be sure. There's more in the back, do you want? Wait-"
He takes a step back to walk to the back seat or the trunk you don't get to know where because you hold his wrist freezeing him in his steps. You notice how he tenses so you hesitantly let go of it.
"I-I'm sorry, I just, I don't need it right now I feel better." He nods when you look down retracting your hand, you smile slightly at him and turn back in your seat. He comes up and closes your door helping you pull your seatbelt so that you can plug it in yourself, not wanting to make you feel weird by getting close.
Sitting back in the car, you expect him to drive but he doesn't. Instead, he takes your hand slightly turning in his seat. He looks at you with glossy eyes making yours widen.
"Y/n, If I need to apologize my whole life and still you dont feel comfortable with me?.." he breathes shakily holding your hand tighter, its killing him to say this but he needs you to know this.
"You can still leave me, I don't deserve to be forgiven, I know. I betrayed you, I don't deserve you and her.." he almost sobs and you feel tears rise in your eyes as he mentions your daughter as well. Sometimes seeing how sure he is about a daughter makes you forget how you still don't know the gender and it's just both of your assumptions.
One hand in his and the other one on your tummy you listen to him, "You are giving me another chance to live Y/N, this means so much to me, by trying again and giving us a chance, you are giving me another life. You don't know how much it means to me, I-I am so grateful for having you in my life but.." he breathes sharply and his hands start to shake.
"You can still leave if you wish, I love you. I want you to be happy. He sniffs and you notice his nose getting red. "Being a normal human I would prefer it would be with me but.." he chuckles sadly tears falling down his cheeks, "I would let you go if you ever feel like you don't want this."
He knows that statement is risky, he might make you think that he is having second thoughts but when he sees your lips in a small ssmile he feel like you got the message.
You squeeze his hand and mutter, "I know kook, but we're gonna make it, for everybody in this car, you her and me." You chuckle as your tears fall as well.
Jungkook holds in a whimper sniffling and then he nods. You feel slightly lighter after today. Not completely okay but still a little better and hopeful. You are gonna get through this, you both are gonna be strong. Your child will be okay, he will be okay, your relationship and family will be okay.
Everything would be okay.
Reaching home, You take a shower wanting to clean the sweat and the slight vomit smell you have on you. You brush your teeth and head out to have dinner that your mom cooked. You told her that you would talk to her after your shower about the day you had.
You sit at the table and ask your parents how their appointment went, She tells you how your dad needs his medicines changed, of slightly lesser power and doze. You tell your dad to take care while he drinks his soup for better blood pressure. You all wait for Jungkook to join while having light conversations while you tell your dad a slightly less stressful version of the session.
Jungkook joins you on the table with wet hair, a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His body wash smell hits your nose comforting you just like you remember. You don't question your feelings, something was pulling you back but you still decide to find comfort in your husband's presence.
After Dinner, Jungkook decides that he will do the dishes and clean up, your dad goes to sleep after wishing you and your baby good night. Your mom discussed the session with you encouraging you to stay strong, making sure that you wanna go through this. You smile and assure her that this is your and his choice. You hug her goodnight when she finally decides to sleep after Jungkook refuses her help with the cleanup for the second time.
Sitting in the lobby as you watch him clean up the kitchen, like old times. Date nights with him were generally filled with laughter and kisses, cleaning and cooking, bickering over recipe ingredients and sometimes giving up and ordering takeouts. You smile at the memoriesthinking, would things ever be like they were? Would they be better or would they worsen?
Helping you get into your bed, Jungkook places two bottles of water, a coaster and a glass which was filled with water and covered with a lid. He plugs your phone into your charger, your AirPods next to it. He tells you to call him if you feel any type of uneasiness but still places a small bin if it gets too late to run to the washroom or call for him. You smile at his efforts, never wanting this feeling to end, the way you feel.
Comfort.
"Good night Y/N.", he says looking into your eyes, you can smell his body wash as he kneels in front of you, holding your hands gently. He tells you things like call me if you need something, again. But..
It's weird, you can't focus. Somehow the little circles his thumb creates on your palm are distracting you. Looking up at you he notices how you zoned out so he calls your name softly, flicking his wet hair.
Fuck, why are you feeling like this? You've seen him with wet hair so many times and why is hair still damp?!
Since you were first bullied in high school, you generally question your instincts and always do things rationally. But this time, you don't know why your hand unconsciously reaches his hair and cards through it. Call it muscle memory? but you both freeze when your hand rests on the back of his head, his wet locks in between your fingers.
Never breaking eye contact you do what you never thought you would in the past 4 months. Jungkook gasps with eyes wide as you just look at him like it's something you commonly do.
Did you just pull his hair?
He still looks at you confused and when you do it again with a tighter grip this time, he groans with his eyes shut. The sound he makes helps you realize what you just did and immediately withdraw your hand.
"Um..are you okay?" He asks, voice low and soft but with wide eyes.
"Yeah, just sleepy." You quickly say cover yourself with your duvet, lying down immediately, not too fast because it is physically not possible for you, but you still try hiding.
"O-okay. Good night." He awkwardly gets up and leaves the room switching off the lights. Closing the door just enough to let you have privacy, not locking it for emergency purposes. As soon as he leaves, you search for the reasons of why you might be feeling this way.
You type in the search bar, your friends who have had their babies sometimes mentioned about this but..
Search: Can you feel aroused during pregnancy?
Eyes wide you scoff at the results, gritting your teeth you feel frustrated. This is not how you should feel about him, you decided to try again but this is not right. Right?
Top result: It is a common symptom to feel sexually aroused in the late first trimester and the second trimester.
Another result: You might feel a little sexually heightened during your pregnancy.
Another click: You might feel your clitoris and labia are sensitive making you feel aroused which might be healthy too, so we would suggest you not miss this opportunity to have good orgasms-
You read on your phone with wide eyes and grit your teeth. Switching your phone off and throwing it to your bedside, you snuggle in under the covers, fists clenched. The touch of his damp hair still lingering on your hand and you stomp your feet under the duvet, irritated. Dr Shin was right. If you wanted to get through this, you need to be strong.
Very strong.
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bewitched | chapter 02
╰┈➤summary: Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.
╰┈➤pairing: jungkook x reader (f)
╰┈➤genre: cf2l, fluff, angst, magic au
╰┈➤warnings: cursing, salem (deserves his own warning)
word count. 10.9 k
╰┈➤note; we are already in the second chapter! i am very grateful for the support you have given me and to all the people who have decided to give my story a chance <3 i hope u guys enjoy this
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Despite the passage of three days since your rather embarrassing encounter with Jungkook, little had deviated from your usual routine.
Happy for your mental health, you haven't encountered him unexpectedly on the street or elsewhere again.
Presently, you found yourself engaged in the familiar task of cleaning your home, punctuating the process with the addition of protective spells – a regular practice that brought you a sense of security.
Engaging in thorough cleaning bi-monthly, your diligence stemmed from a subtle paranoia, fueled by the looming threat of an old adversary with formidable abilities. Despite the intricacies of this routine, the current impetus for your meticulous cleansing arises from an underlying fatigue that has settled in recently.
As you meticulously attended to your chores, Salem lounged indifferently by the window, his attention fixed on the world outside.
“You do realize those cat paws of yours could lend a helping hand – or paw – with the cleaning, right?” you chided, irritation evident in your voice.
Ignoring your remark, Salem continued gazing out the window, uninterested in your domestic concerns. Frustrated, you used your magic to make the window fly open with a simple touch of your fingers.
“Hey!” Salem protested, his discontent palpable.
Now it was your turn to dismiss him. After tending to the cleaning, you sank wearily into the armchair next to the window, grateful for the modest size of your apartment.
“Did you know our neighbors moved?” Salem piped up.
“Yes, you mentioned it. Why?” you responded wearily, still staring at the ceiling, exhaustion lingering in your every movement.
“Because there's a moving truck. I guess someone else will occupy the apartment next door,” Salem remarked with a touch of boredom. “I'll miss the dramatic fights of our former neighbors.”
Before you could engage further in Salem's observations, your phone interrupted with its insistent ringing.
Your bestie fired off a text, checking if you were a go for the Wednesday meeting. “Who is it?” your nosy cat chimed in, strolling over. “Just Yoongi,” you mumbled, deep in thought “He’s asking about the Wednesday thing”
“Oh, the social shindig! Are you gracing it with your presence?” Salem asked, eager for the scoop. You tore your gaze from the phone, observing movers weaving outside the apartment like a chaotic ballet. “I'm on the fence,” you confessed. “Feels like a recipe for disaster, doesn't it?”
As your cat claimed dominion over your legs, he vented, “You know what's truly disastrous? Replying 'you too' to a waiter's 'enjoy your meal.' It's like living in a cringe-worthy sitcom moment in real life.”
Salem, seemingly unfazed, played with dust bubbles, offering a quip as if participating in a cosmic comedy.
Frustration building, you sighed, “Can we be serious here? This is more significant than a sitcom faux pas.” Salem, with an innocent look, glanced up, feigning detachment.
“Why are you upset? It's happened to me countless times! It's embarrassing,” Salem retorted casually.
“I'd rather repeat that to a waitress a thousand times than risk losing my dignity to Jungkook's charming white commercial smile!” you exclaimed passionately.
Salem, raising a dismissive paw, sought to diminish your sentiment, “Don't think you're special; it happens to everyone. It's just a barbecue among friends. What's the worst that can happen?”
Annoyance etched on your face, you retorted, “What's the worst? You know exactly what could happen. I can't risk the spell being broken.”
Salem, nonchalantly, replied, “Bah, if the spell breaks, put it back on. Simple.”
Your gaze, sharp as daggers, could have sent Salem six feet under. “It's not that simple, and you know it. Playing with someone's mind is risky business."Blah, blah, blah,” Salem replied with an air of boredom. “You humans care so much about rules and consequences.”
Your eyebrow arched in curiosity, “Maybe that's why we're not punished and made to look like a ball of hair for eternity.”
A playful smirk danced on your lips as you sensed you might have struck a nerve with the proud feline.
Before you could engage in a verbal sparring match with your fur-covered companion, a peculiar sight outside the window seized your attention.
Through your apartment window, you observed movers delivering high-quality appliances and furniture to your apartment complex.
Perplexed, you couldn't help but wonder: Why would someone affluent willingly choose to move into your less-than-ideal dwelling, plagued by mold, electrical issues, and water problems?
Confused, you and Salem, were equally captivated by the sight unfolding outside your window. “Apparently our neighbors are rich,” Salem mused, settling at the window. “What are they doing in this poor excuse for an apartment?”
Agreeing, you shook your head, still gawking at the street where movers were unloading opulent possessions. Salem, always the dramatist, remarked, “With that television, imagine what my Turkish novel nights would be like?!” His excitement was palpable.
As you continued to watch, your attention was suddenly captured by the arrival of a dreamy bookcase, adorned in dark and elegant wood. Unable to contain your enthusiasm, you exclaimed, “Imagine having that bookcase!”
The absurdity of the situation struck you, and you couldn't help but laugh, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at the spectacle you and your black cat presented to any passersby. A disheveled girl, mouth agape, and her feline companion – not the most polished image.
Salem, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist teasing you about past suitors. “Sometimes I wonder why you didn't marry that Kang boy,” he commented. “If you had, those,” he gestured outside, “would be our belongings.”
Annoyed, you pushed him. “You know damn well why not! The guy was a complete idiot!”
Salem, undeterred, retorted with a swipe of his paws. “He was an idiot, but an idiot with money.”
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Oh, come on! As if you don't hate him either! Remember that time he said you were useless because you failed with your plan for world domination?”
Salem's ears perked up, and you seized the opportunity to stoke his anger. “And then he said he could do it better because he was the son of the High Priest of the Church of Night.”
The mention of Kang Hyung, the insufferable figure from your school days, visibly enraged Salem. “That damn brat! I had forgotten what an idiot he was,” Salem exclaimed angrily, displaying his claws. “As if the little shit hadn't failed the final aptitude test against you!”
You smiled, grateful to have Salem as a comrade in your shared disdain for Kang Hyung, the arrogant tormentor who not only made your school life unbearable but also sought to bind you in an unwanted marriage to hinder your progress within the Church of Night.
Chills coursed through your veins, triggering a wave of unpleasant memories and emotions as the recollection of the Church of the Night consumed your thoughts. Salem's observation cut through the internal turmoil, “Now that I think about it, that bastard must have been partying when you left.”
You nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders, masking the deeper complexities of the emotions that stirred within you. Delving into the past wasn't a habit, especially when it involved the social circle you had left behind—the realm where tradition and ancient customs overshadowed individual freedom.
In that stifling environment, your opposition to conformity had been a constant struggle throughout your childhood and adolescence. The battle against a system that restricted your authenticity intensified when your human friend, and eventual boyfriend, became a permanent part of your life. It was like pulling the trigger on an invisible conflict that escalated into a war against your own kind.
Though the notion of dating a human seemed trivial to you, it was forbidden in the eyes of your coven. This strict rule, which you found utterly senseless, triggered a cascade of opposition from your aunts, peers at the academy, and even some magical texts. You couldn't fathom how something as natural as love could be deemed heretical.
Your father's relationship with a human, resulting in your existence, added another layer of irony to the situation. Yet, for the high priest of your coven, your liaison with the human boy disrupted his plans to marry you off to his son, maintaining a supposed line of purity.
The revelation amused you, considering your own mixed blood, with a human mother. The absurdity of their insistence on purity evaporated when you reflected on your father's heritage—a former pastor of the Church of Night, one of the most powerful warlock in recent generations, and the unique mediator between humans and magicians, showcasing the absurdity of their narrow-minded views.
A surge of memories triggered a headache, prompting you to physically shake them loose. It was a conscious effort to purge the lingering thoughts from your mind. The mantra echoed within – your past, a source of mental distress, held no relevance now.
The chapters of your old life, once defining, had lost their grip on your present self. Reminding yourself of this, you cast aside the weight of bygone years. The rules that once constrained you, now faded relics, held no sway in the canvas of your current existence. This deliberate detachment marked a symbolic liberation, a decisive break from the constraints that had defined your past.
The weight of your past choices no longer haunted you too, the passage of time had rendered them irreversible. Over the past decade, you've learned that being overly harsh on yourself hinders personal growth and happiness. This realization became particularly profound when reflecting on decisions driven by love and the instinct to protect those dear to you.
Your inner circle may be small, a deliberate choice. Yet, it doesn't diminish the depth of your commitment to those within it. You've proven time and again that you'd go to great lengths for the sake of your loved ones. This unwavering loyalty has been the guiding force propelling you forward through these ten years of personal evolution and resilience.
Because after all, in the tapestry of devotion, you'd rewrite the stars and reshape your destiny for your loved ones.
Fifteen years ago
The soft radiance from the lamp bathed the room in a gentle glow, casting shadows that danced on Jungkook's superhero sheets, cocooning you in a comforting embrace.
If someone would ask you how home feels like, you would describe this.
The room's door swung open noiselessly, heralding Jungkook's return, cradling a steaming cup of your favorite hot chocolate. He handed it over with a gentle warning about its temperature, and as your fingers brushed his, you felt the stark contrast between his warmth and your cold, trembling ones. With a shy smile, he settled beside you. Gratitude filled your expression, not just for the comforting cup but also for the sparring clothes he had thoughtfully provided, considering your pajamas were smeared with mud and damp.
Despite the impending weight of an awkward conversation, you opted to divert your attention to his window, a bit distant from the bed but offering a serene view of the outside world.
The once-turbulent wind had yielded to a gentle breeze, causing leaves to rustle in the trees. The rain had ceased its rhythmic drumming, and residual droplets now dripped from the roof outside Jungkook's window. Sensing the boy's restlessness, you took in the quietude of the scene.
“Do you feel better?” Jungkook's voice, a melodic whisper, filled the room. A sense of shyness tinged your response as you glanced at him, softly admitting, “Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't want to bother you.”
With an encouraging look, he reassured you, “It's not a bother.”
The intensity of his gaze prompted you to shift your focus to the cup in your hands. “Was it a nightmare?” he inquired slowly, his words a gentle balm as if speaking to a frightened creature. Shaking your head, you kept your gaze fixed on the cup, grappling with the words to convey the complex emotions.
After a brief silence, you found the courage to continue, “It was something akin to a lucid dream. It doesn't happen frequently, but when it does, it's intensely vivid.” Sipping the chocolate, you revealed, “I struggle with sleepwalking problems, and at times, it coincides with these dreams.”
Jungkook maintained a respectful silence, his attentive eyes inviting you to share more. Emboldened by his patience, you felt a surge to elaborate. “It's like a distant memory from the past, but not mine – someone with a profound connection to me. This time, I woke up in the general cemetery. And when I looked around…” A shiver coursed through you, and in response to your fear, Jungkook placed his warm, slightly wounded hand atop yours, offering a reassuring and firm grip.
The room held a hushed atmosphere as you shared the unsettling details of your encounter. “There were some people hanging... from the big tree in the middle,” you said, each word measured. “I think they were women. Then they started saying some things that I couldn't understand, and when I wanted to escape, they surrounded me... trapping me.”
In the shadowed stillness, Jungkook nodded attentively, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding, urging you to continue.
“I don't know what I did; I just know that I threw myself on the ground and used my dad’s necklace as a talisman. I think that kept them away,” you explained, gently touching the pendant around your neck. “Then they disappeared, and I ran away as fast as I could.”
Apologizing for the midnight disturbance, you added, “I'm sorry for waking you up. I didn't want to be alone.”
Jungkook's smile, radiant even in the dimness, melted away the shadows of fear. He reassured you, “The truth is that I'm happy you came here. I wouldn't have liked you to be alone after something like that.” His fingers found yours again as he continued, “When something like that happens again, come find me, no matter what, deal, Daisy?”
In those vulnerable moments, you couldn't help but appreciate the warmth of his caring nature. His presence was a comforting haven, a solace in the midst of the eerie tale.
Opening the window for you in the dead of night wasn't an ordinary gesture. Not when you were resembling a scene from a horror movie—soaked by rain, caked in mud, and wearing an expression of sheer terror.
As you poured your gratitude into a whispered acknowledgment, you found yourself caught in a contemplative gaze. Jungkook's eyes crinkled at the corners, and his smile deepened, revealing a sincerity that resonated through the dimly lit room.
The room felt like a sanctuary, insulated from the outside world. And in that sanctuary, you acknowledged the intricacies of your feelings. You cherished him not only as a friend but as someone who had unknowingly captured your heart.
For Jungkook, love was a sacred expression, an unfettered commitment. You admired the way he loved—wholeheartedly, without reservation. His love embraced his family, enveloped his friends, and echoed in every act of kindness he bestowed upon others.
As you looked at him, you couldn't escape a twinge of envy for his ability to love fearlessly. It was this very quality that made him a beloved figure in your school and community—a beacon of happiness, responsibility, and altruism.
Witnessing his gestures, whether helping elderly neighbors or playing with children, you marveled at his genuine kindness. It painted a picture of a person who not only shared joy but also had an innate understanding of the needs of those around him.
Yet, amidst all this admiration, a poignant reality lingered. You yearned for more than friendly smiles and shared camaraderie. You wished to be the one capable of sparking an indescribable fervor within him, to have your presence elicit a symphony of emotions.
But a sobering truth anchored your heart. In his eyes, you remained a cherished friend—someone seen through the lens of platonic affection.
The dialogue drifted into a contemplative silence, each heartbeat resonating with a subdued acknowledgment. “Okay,” you eventually replied, the word carrying a depth that echoed your gratitude and an unspoken acceptance of the emotions that swirled within. “Thank you,” you added, the words whispered with a blush coloring your cheeks—a subtle testament to the complex tapestry of feelings that entangled you in the midst of the night.
A gentle sigh escaped you as you snapped out of your contemplative thoughts, deciding it was time to return home. Just as you were about to rise from the bed, Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened, a silent plea for you to stay.
“Stay,” he whispered, his breath warm against your face. The proximity between you two ignited a flurry of emotions within, and a subtle but palpable pressure began to build.
“Kook, it's okay. It's late, and we have classes in the morning,” you reassured, attempting to mask the nervousness that tinged your voice. Yet, he shook his head, his hold on your hand unwavering.
“I won't be able to sleep if you leave,” he admitted, his eyes holding an intensity that defied description. Caught in the sincerity of his gaze, you nodded slowly, acknowledging the unspoken connection between you two.
Pleased with your response, Jungkook rose from the bed, gracefully taking your empty chocolate glass and placing it on his desk. Turning back to you, he approached the bed with a certain vulnerability in his demeanor.
“Is it okay if I sleep in bed with you?” he asked, a delicate blush gracing his cheeks, his hand nervously tousling his hair. “It's okay if you don't want to! I just know how much these 'episodes' affect you, and I don't mind sleeping…”
Interrupting his anxious rambling, you gently reassured him, “It's fine, Kook. No problem.” A sigh of tranquility escaped him, and a silent understanding passed between you.
“Okay,” he nodded, settling down beside you. “Should I leave the lights on?” he asked, his gaze filled with genuine affection.
Shaking your head, you responded, “It's not necessary. You are enough.” In the soft glow of the room, your unspoken connection and deep affection lingered, an intricate dance between two souls who harbored profound feelings for each other yet struggled to articulate them. Love and protection remained unspoken, concealed in the hesitant glances and tender gestures, painting a delicate picture of two shy hearts afraid to voice the depth of their emotions.
He extinguished the warm glow of his lamp, and in the ensuing darkness, Jungkook settled down beside you. This nocturnal rendezvous wasn't unfamiliar terrain – sleeping beside Jungkook had been a cherished tradition since childhood. Pillows, often arranged as a makeshift wall, served as a quaint barrier, yet by morning, the pillows would be strewn about, and some part of him would inevitably find solace in proximity to you.
This shared ritual had dwindled as adolescence unfolded, hormones and societal expectations introducing an unspoken distance. You attributed it to the complexities of growing up, and perhaps, a lingering sense that Jungkook felt awkward about these intimate moments. Overheard whispers of school friends teasing about your close bond only fueled that perception.
Nervousness lingered as you embarked on this night together. The last time you shared a bed was months ago during an impromptu camping trip, an accidental convergence beneath the stars. You both fell asleep, and you awoke the next morning realizing you had unconsciously embraced him on his mattress.
If Jungkook felt any unease about these moments, he masked it well. Turning onto his side, he wished you goodnight with a hoarse voice. Your expectations remained tempered; you understood the limits of your friendship, acknowledging that Jungkook cherished you as a companion, nothing more.
In return, you whispered a reciprocal goodnight, surrendering yourself to the embrace of Morpheus while stealing a glance at the silhouette of your childhood friend. Longing to wrap your arms around him and cradle him as you slept, you were acutely aware that such desires were confined to the depths of your heart. Instead, you hugged yourself, creating an unbridgeable distance to prevent the impossibility of touching him. The night unfolded, a delicate dance of unspoken emotions and the quiet poetry of unrequited feelings.
Flowers, steeped in a rich history of symbolism, serve as messengers of emotions across diverse customs and cultures. The choice of a specific bloom carries nuanced significance, dictated by the occasion, the intent behind the gift, and the sentiments shared with the recipient.
While the tradition of presenting red roses to convey love and yellow roses as a symbol of friendship remains widely known, the floral lexicon extends far beyond these familiar territories. Sunflowers, for instance, embody the essence of loyalty, a cornerstone of enduring friendships.
In the floral haven where you work, offering guidance becomes an integral part of the service. Customers seek advice to ensure their floral gifts convey the right message. With a keen understanding of the language of flowers, you assist them in selecting blooms that align with their intentions.
Presently, your skilled hands are meticulously crafting a bouquet of white peonies, fulfilling a special request from a mother for her daughter's birthday. White peonies, known to attract good luck and health, symbolize youth, beauty, and a cultivated spirit, creating a meaningful tapestry of sentiments within the arrangement.
Meanwhile, at the inn, Yoongi extends his expertise to an elderly couple, providing thoughtful suggestions for their floral needs. The day unfolds with a semblance of calm, punctuated by a slightly increased influx of people. You attribute this to various ceremonies taking place, ranging from graduations to personal achievements, infusing the air with an undercurrent of celebratory joy.
Engrossed in your world, you hum along to the tune emanating from the store's black radio, a companion to your almost five years of experience in the floral industry. Your hands move with a seasoned precision as you cut and arrange the flowers, each movement a testament to your craftsmanship.
Amid this tranquility, the store's phone rings, momentarily disrupting your peace. Observing that Yoongi is still engaged with customers, you wipe your hands on your flower-patterned apron and answer the call. A young woman on the other end, her voice brimming with happiness, inquires about the store's availability.
“The store is open, don't worry,” you assure her professionally, absentmindedly playing with a pencil nearby. The joyous laughter on the other end piques your curiosity. Who could be so delighted about visiting a flower shop? Yet, in this business, you understand that each customer brings their unique story, and money, in the end, is money.
As the conversation concludes, you approach Yoongi, who seamlessly transitions between the roles of a responsible and kind worker. His cheerful demeanor while assisting customers adds a touch of warmth to the shop's ambiance. “Don't worry. The order will be ready for your granddaughter's graduation,” Yoongi reassures the departing elderly couple, their intertwined hands painting a poignant image of enduring love.
Observing the tender moment, you playfully remark, “Wow, I can't wait when that's you and Jimin.” Yoongi responds with a smile, showcasing his teeth. You continue, teasingly noting, “Although I imagine Jimin will age much better than you. Have you seen his skincare? I'm so jealous.”
Yoongi chuckled in response. “Oh, I'm well aware. Living with Jimin means witnessing his extravagant purchases. Just the other day, he splurged on what he claimed was the most expensive face mask in existence. I'm convinced he fell for a scam,” he shared with an amused smirk.
You reciprocated the laughter, understanding Jimin's penchant for acquiring things, particularly those aimed at enhancing his personal well-being. “Well, Jimin's bank account doesn't exactly suffer,” you quipped, acknowledging his financial success stemming from a business and finance degree and a thriving career at a technology company.
Yoongi, engaged in arranging items on the work table, responded, “True. He probably has enough money to buy both you and me.” A playful smile lingered on his face as he contemplated the idea.
Amused, you expressed your thoughts, “I'd gladly be bought by him. I could enjoy your paradise apartment and eat in your beautiful dining room every day.”
Yoongi let out a snort, teasingly considering the notion. "Perhaps you both could adopt me as a pet or something," you continued, playfully imagining an unconventional arrangement.
“Why would we want you as a pet?” Yoongi questioned, leaning back on the counter and adopting a casual posture. You shot him a mock-offended look as you returned to the work table, where your partially arranged flowers awaited completion.
“Because I'm fun and spontaneous!” you asserted, seizing the scissors in your hand with playful defiance. A hint of mischief sparkled in your eyes.
“Why would that be a sufficient quality to adopt you as a pet?” Yoongi stretched, his movement reminiscent of your cat Salem's languid stretches at home. The peculiar similarity between your feline companion and your best friend didn't escape your notice.
Undeterred, you retorted, “How about I roll around on the floor and juggle? I'll present my case, and you can decide if you want to adopt me.”
Before you could jokingly threaten him with the scissors, the melodious chime of bells at the front door rang, signaling the arrival of visitors and momentarily diverting your attention from the playful banter.
A swift turn brought both you and Yoongi face to face with unexpected visitors. As Yoongi began his polite greeting, his words trailed off, halted by the sight that met your collective gaze. The expressions mirrored between you and Yoongi spoke volumes, an amalgamation of surprise and curiosity.
Standing before you were Jungkook and his girlfriend, Jiwoo. Her smile, radiant from side to side, was matched only by the astonishment etched across Jungkook's features. An atmosphere of unexpected reunions and unspoken questions hung in the air.
“Hi, guys!” Jiwoo's cheerful exclamation pierced through the initial silence. “I'm so glad I can see you two again.” You and Yoongi, still processing the surprise, responded with a slightly awkward smile, caught off guard by the unforeseen encounter.
The curiosity in Jungkook's eyes couldn't be contained as he blurted out, “Do you guys work here?” The surprise lingered in his voice, and Jiwoo, seemingly aware of the intrigue, interjected with a playful shake of his shoulders. “Of course, honey! Jimin recommended this flower shop to us.”
While they continued their conversation, you and Yoongi shared a quick exchange of glances, silently conveying a mutual 'what in the fuck?!'
Thanks to the soft daylight, you took a closer, more deliberate look at Jungkook's fiancée—an opportunity denied during your initial encounter in the fleeting darkness. She stood tall, radiating a slender grace that hinted at regular gym visits, showcasing a toned and lithe physique.
Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, impeccably kept and reaching her waist. A beauty illuminated her face, with flawless, radiant skin free from any discernible imperfections. Even beneath the subtle makeup, her complexion remained perfect, highlighting her delicate features.
The delicate nuances of her face were accentuated by a touch of light and rosy fashion makeup, giving her an elegant allure. As if that weren't enough, she effortlessly pulled off a chic two-piece jacket and skirt set, a trend you had observed on various fashionable girls.
Each passing second of analysis chipped away at your self-esteem. Placed side by side, the disparity was painfully evident
She emanated a sense of chic fashion and beauty, reminiscent of those flawless girls showcased on social media. Meanwhile, you felt like a relic from the past, lacking both the financial means and the physique to confidently adorn those fashionable clothes. The mere thought of comparing yourself to her beauty became a battle you knew you had already lost.
Unable to bear the mental torture, you reluctantly averted your gaze, a pang of inferiority and a hint of jealousy settling within you.
Jungkook, still taken aback, said, “I just didn't know you guys were in charge of this place.”
Jiwoo, maintaining her infectious smile, turned her attention to you. “___ dear, can you help me with my order? I think we changed our minds about some things,” she said, as if you were long-lost friends, releasing Jungkook's hand to link arms with you.
“Order?” you asked, genuinely bewildered. The revelation that Jiwoo had placed an order caught you off guard, and you glanced at Yoongi, finding him equally perplexed.
“Of course! I placed the order a few weeks ago, Jiwoo continued, her grip on your shoulder conveying a sense of familiarity. “For a wedding? Outdoor?” Her words triggered a mental light bulb, and suddenly, you remembered the discussion you had with Yoongi about a potential wedding order.
“Of course,” you mumbled, still slightly shocked, but your legs instinctively guided Jiwoo towards your cluttered work table. Jungkook approached Yoongi, initiating a conversation as you apologized, “Sorry for the mess. I was preparing an order.”
The pervasive sense of inadequacy weighed heavily on you, particularly in your workplace, where the disparity between you and her became glaringly evident. She seemed as though she had never encountered the grit of physical labor, while your calloused hands bore the unspoken testament of hard work and perseverance.
Organizing your work table, you made space and grabbed your book, where meticulous notes of orders were kept. Jiwoo stood nearby, shaking her head reassuringly, “Don't worry. It's your work, and it's also very pretty,” she complimented, gesturing towards the unfinished bouquet of peonies.
Surprised by her compliment, you just nodded.
Opening the book, you located the latest orders and found Jiwoo's for a wedding. “Im Jiwoo?” you confirmed, and she nodded in affirmation.
Setting aside the inner turmoil and the pangs of inferiority, you gracefully donned your professional facade. After all, this is your job.
As you delved into the details of her request, you inquired about any changes or additions. The original order included a Bride's Bouquet, a Bouquet to throw, 2 Boutonnières for the bride and groom, an Arrangement for the altar, 2 Pedestals of 1.70 for the altar, and 80 twigs for the pews.
Jiwoo pointed delicately at your notebook, expressing her desire to add a flower arch. “That's a good idea,” you agreed, jotting down the suggestion. “What flowers are you thinking of for that arrangement?”
“I really don't know. I've seen some ideas online, but I'd like the help of a professional,” Jiwoo admitted.
“Sure, don't worry. I'll help you,” you assured her, maintaining a professional demeanor. Jiwoo moved closer, expressing her happiness that you could assist her. She admitted, “I'm very nervous, and Jimin told me that you were perfect for this.”
Surprised, you looked at her as she continued, “I was a little worried. Jungkook's group is all men, and I missed the female presence. You seemed to fall out of the sky for me. I hope we can be friends.” She looked at you expectantly and friendly.
The unexpected warmth of her words caught you off guard. Despite any initial reservations, Jiwoo's sincerity made it clear that her intentions were genuine.
Tinged with a subtle guilt for harboring feelings of jealousy and inferiority towards her, you met her gaze. Her eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness, darting from your face to your hands, as if she held back from initiating any physical contact.
“I know we haven’t held a conversation but I sense you're a good person, and Jimin holds you in high regard. I genuinely want a positive relationship with my fiancé's friends.” Her nervous tic, a lip bite, revealed a vulnerability that you couldn't ignore. “Don't feel pressured!” she exclaimed, quickly adding, “It's just that I don't have many friends. From what Jimin has shared, you seem genuinely nice, and it sparked a desire to be friends with you. Unfortunately, I missed meeting you at previous gatherings because Yoongi mentioned you couldn't make it.”
Her infectious cheerfulness and nervousness momentarily dispelled any lingering doubts you had about her character. It's not every day you find yourself befriending your ex-boyfriend's fiancée, —especially when your feelings still linger. Yet, with a strange but confident smile, you interrupted her rambling, embracing the unexpected bond.
“ I would love to,” you responded genuinely, your smile breaking through any hesitation. Her shyness melted away as she eagerly took your hands, exclaiming, “What a thrill! We are friends!”
However, a sudden realization struck her, and she looked at you with a hint of horror. “I mean, no! I mean, yes! Ugh, I mean, we're going to be friends.” The awkward stumble in her words added a touch of endearing charm to the moment.
Caught in the moment, Yoongi and Jungkook glanced your way, and you sent them an apologetic look.
As the conversation shifted to wedding preparations, Jiwoo sought your expertise on floral arrangements for the arch. She expressed a preference for a neutral color scheme that wouldn't overshadow the rest of the décor.
With a thoughtful expression, you brought your fingers to your chin. “A floral arch for an outdoor wedding could be enchanting with a combination of roses, peonies, and gypsophila. To create a fresh and romantic atmosphere, consider soft tones like whites, pinks, and greens. We can customize it based on your preferred color palette and the wedding style.”
Jiwoo nodded, her gaze drifting towards your partially finished arrangement. “I'd love something like these,” she pointed, “perhaps in white.”
“Those are indeed peonies, and we can incorporate white roses as well,” you suggested, emphasizing the elegance of the choice.
The idea resonated with Jiwoo, and she clapped her delicate hands in approval. “It looks perfect to me. White exudes elegance!”
You nodded in agreement, adding, “Since it's an outdoor wedding, the white will provide a beautiful contrast against the lush greenery of the surroundings.”
Jiwoo's smile widened. “Exactly! I'm aiming for a sober and neutral style. Most of the decorations will be in white.”
“Perfect, then I'm going to add this modification to the order. Anything else you want to change?” you inquired, diligently noting down the ideas in your notebook. Jiwoo rested her hands on the wooden counter, a contemplative look in her outlined eyes.
“The truth is that I had ordered roses, but I would like another variety of flowers. What other flower do you recommend for the missing decorations and the twigs for the benches?” she asked, seeking your expertise.
Setting your pencil aside, you surveyed the flower shop for inspiration. “Orchids, hydrangeas, or calla lilies are excellent options,” you suggested. “These flowers are commonly used in weddings, and considering their white versions should work seamlessly for your theme. Unless you have a preference for another color, which is entirely feasible.”
Jiwoo played with her shiny engagement ring, a detail that caught your attention just now. “I trust you. I think they are good options. Add them to the order,” she replied, a sense of confidence in her decision.
You nodded, jotting down the final details. “Okay, then an arch of roses and white peonies, and orchids, hydrangeas, and calla lilies for the other decorations,” you named to ensure nothing was overlooked. “Will these last ones be white?” you asked, and Jiwoo nodded. “Perfect. Anything else?”
“No, that would be it,” Jiwoo smiled, and you mirrored her expression. “Then it would be ready. If you have any queries or questions, let me know.” Jiwoo gratefully touched your arm before turning towards where your friend and her boyfriend were engaged in conversation.
“Dear!” she exclaimed, drawing their attention. “It's ready! ___ helped me choose the last details; come here so you can check them!”
Suddenly, your lunch, which you devoured an hour ago, seemed to threaten a return from your stomach. Handling Jiwoo alone was one thing, but facing Jungkook, especially in the presence of his girlfriend-fiancée, was another challenge entirely. Guilt gnawed at you for still harboring attraction towards him.
In an attempt to divert your attention, you focused on the succulent on the counter, nurturing the offspring that were emerging. You had rescued it from near death in a store window, choosing to see it as a rescue rather than theft.
Witnessing your discomfort from afar, Yoongi, a comforting presence, walked behind Jungkook.
As Jiwoo embraced Jungkook by her side, a peculiar sense of discomfort washed over you, prompting a quick diversion of your gaze towards your best friend.
“Did you already choose what you wanted?” Jungkook asked Jiwoo, his comforting gesture a stark contrast to the internal turbulence you felt. Your eyes sought solace in Yoongi, who had positioned himself beside you.
While the conversation unfolded between Jiwoo and Jungkook, Yoongi leaned in, whispering in your ear, “Are you okay?” You responded with a nod, squeezing his hand for reassurance.
“All good,” you assured him, attempting to dismiss the intensity of the situation. Yoongi reciprocated with a knowing nod. “She looks too intense,” he remarked, and you couldn't help but snort in agreement.
“Don't be like that,” you hushed him. “Although you're right, she is,” you added in a conspiratorial whisper.
Yoongi chuckled. “I'm sorry I couldn't save you. She just kidnapped you.”
You acknowledged his comment. “She did, but I genuinely believe she means well. A bit too cheerful for my taste, but I think she's a good person.”
As Yoongi absentmindedly played with the loose strands of your bun, he continued sharing his thoughts. “Yeah? The truth is that I don't know how to feel about her. I think she has too much personality. Every time I see her, she takes my energy away,” he admitted.
Understanding Yoongi's introverted nature, you empathized with his sentiments. Jiwoo's aura appeared clean and clear, devoid of any negative vibes thanks to your discerning skills. However, her vivacious personality could indeed be overwhelming, particularly for someone like Yoongi, whose energy was easily drained by social interactions.
In consideration of his well-being, you had crafted a bracelet with stones known for preserving energy, a thoughtful gift from you. Yoongi currently wore it on his wrist, unaware that it was more than a mere accessory. You had discreetly given it to him the first year you met, recognizing his need for energy preservation. It remained a secret that the bracelet wasn't just a trinket but a genuinely effective tool against energy depletion.
The flower shop's ambiance seemed to shift as Jiwoo's voice permeated the air, interrupting your quiet exchange with Yoongi.
“___ gave me the idea of the flowers we could use,” she shared, and Jungkook's appreciative smile was directed your way. The discomfort lingered, an unwelcome companion as you handed the conversational baton back to him. A quiet reminder that you were intricately involved in preparing the floral arrangements for the wedding of the person you still held a deep affection for, even if he was to wed another.
“What do you think of orchids and peonies?” Jiwoo queried, seemingly oblivious to the emotions simmering beneath the surface. “I know you love daisies, but you told me you don't want to use them for our wedding. So I think the options ___ gave me are good.”
The mention of daisies prompted your head to lift in surprise. Beside you, Yoongi shared a similar reaction, although perhaps for different reasons. Memories associated with the flower brought an unexpected wave of emotion, momentarily distracting you.
“Daisy?”
The boy smiled happily.
"You saved me in a field of Daisies. It's fitting. You're going to be Daisy.”
“They're fine,” Jungkook responded, his indifference a stark contrast to the internal turbulence you were experiencing. “They're cute.”
The necklace around your neck felt like an anchor, grounding you in the reality of the situation. Determinedly, you steadied yourself at the table, attempting to shake off the surge of memories that threatened to overpower the present.
'Come on, girl, it's just a memory,' Aunt Yoon's reassuring voice echoed in your mind, offering a momentary reprieve.
“Peonies are perfect for weddings,” Yoongi interjected, skillfully redirecting the attention away from you. Grateful for the subtle intervention, you lightly touched his arm in acknowledgment.
“They are very beautiful!” Jiwoo exclaimed, her enthusiasm evident as she squeezed Jungkook's arm. “Look, babe, ____ is making a beautiful arrangement with them.” She pointed to your unfinished bouquet.
Jungkook's gaze shifted to you, and a soft comment escaped his lips. “You have a talent for this.”
Intimidated by the unexpected praise, you nodded shyly and looked away, attempting to shield the warmth that crept onto your cheeks from Jungkook's discerning eyes.
“She does!” Jiwoo responded “I'm glad that you are the ones who take care of this for our important day.”
Both you and Yoongi exchanged smiles, though if nerves and tension hadn't gripped you, you might have found humor in the way you two stood still, akin to statues—almost like the infamous standing guy emoji.
Jiwoo's phone rang, offering a welcome interruption to the somewhat awkward atmosphere. She waved apologetically and retreated to the far side of the store.
“How long have you two been working with flowers?” Jungkook asked, his curiosity evident as he absently played with his lip piercing. Observing your still semblance, Yoongi took the initiative to respond. “Professionally, about five years for me,” your friend shared, casually leaning against the white wall. “Although this kid,” he pointed at you, “has been dedicated to them for much longer than me.”
You mentally cursed Yoongi for drawing Jungkook's attention towards you. Trying to play it cool, you simply shrugged, hoping the moment would pass without much scrutiny.
Contrary to your expectation, Jungkook pressed the issue further. “How long has it been?” he asked you, locking eyes directly with you.
Feeling a bit flustered, you toyed with the edges of your brown skirt. “All my life, I guess,” you admitted shyly. “I've had a knack for this since I was a child.”
Jungkook offered a kind smile. “It fits you perfectly.”
Confused by his remark, you looked at him, but before you could inquire further, Jiwoo returned.
“I'm sorry, it was my boss. She wants me to give her some documents,” she apologized, rejoining Jungkook and linking arms with him. “You know, the fashion industry doesn't rest! Anyway, thank you for helping us! It was a pleasure to see you... see you tomorrow!" she said, moving Jungkook along to say goodbye to both of you.
She gave you a kiss on the cheek and a half hug, repeating the gesture with Yoongi, who couldn't refuse, even if his poker face hinted at discomfort when she kissed him on the cheek. In contrast, Jungkook offered a simple half hug and a sincere smile to you and a handshake to Yoongi.
Distracted by the proximity and the unexpected hug from Jungkook, you didn't realize they were leaving the store. Jiwoo's voice from the entrance brought you back to reality: “___, remember that you are invited to the wedding!” With that, they left.
You and Yoongi exchanged dumbfounded glances, shrugging your shoulders in mutual bewilderment. The weight of the day, now felt long and heavy, lingered in the air as you reflected on the unexpected encounter with your past and the impending involvement in Jungkook's wedding preparations.
In the echoing silence of your kitchen, Salem's mocking laughter lingered as you diligently prepared the food. The sardonic feline couldn't believe the news about the wedding invitation, his disbelief evident in his amused voice, “She befriended you and invited you to the wedding? Bloody hell! Your luck is worse than mine,” he quipped, reveling in laughter.
“And you have to prepare the flower arrangements for them?” your cat continued, clutching his belly in amusement. “What a laugh, for Satan's sake, I have to write about this on my Twitter! It's so funny.”
Irritated by the recollection of Salem's mocking laughter an hour ago, you took out your frustration on the onions, chopping them with visible anger. The sharp knife sliced through the layers, absorbing the weight of your annoyance.
“Woah, what did the onion do to you?” Yoongi commented as he entered your compact kitchen, holding freshly purchased meat. Ignoring him, you continued with your task, determined to drown out the lingering echoes of Salem's laughter.
Yoongi chuckled, “You've been like this for an hour.” Unresponsive, you persisted in your culinary efforts.
Stupid Salem, you cursed internally, I hope you fall in the toilet.
Sensing your irritation, Yoongi decided against further teasing and turned on the small radio hanging by the window and above the refrigerator. The kitchen filled with the comforting hum of a radio show, providing a backdrop to your cooking and dinner preparations with Yoongi, a routine that brought a sense of warmth.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi's question cut through the rhythmic sounds of chopping as he prepared the meat beside you.
You looked at him with curiosity, “What do you mean?”
“These last few days, you've been more tired and pale,” he noted, his gaze fixed on the meat as he skillfully sliced it. “Do you feel sick?”
Yoongi's perceptiveness caught on to your exhaustion. In recent days, waking up and going to bed tired became routine, and the dark circles under your eyes grew more pronounced. Makeup became a necessity to hide the visible signs. You attributed it to recent events, but even Salem, your astute feline, began to notice. He insisted you consume a peculiar green liquid, its origin shrouded in mystery, as a potential remedy for your strange condition but still had no effect.
Unable to deny Yoongi's keen observations, you admitted, “Something, but I guess my anemia may have returned.” The mention of the past diagnosis prompted memories of the treatment you underwent.
Yoongi nodded, concern etching his features. “You should go to the doctor; if you want, I'll go with you.”
Yoongi consistently stands by your side during hospital visits, interpreting your unease as a typical fear, perhaps of needles, remaining unaware that the true source lies in spectral encounters. Your aversion is rooted in the haunting presence of departed souls and the near-dead that once relentlessly pursued and shadowed you within those clinical walls.
Acknowledging Yoongi's usual support during hospital visits, you replied,
“It's okay. I'll go if it gets worse,” tossing the cut onions into the pot of simmering water. The culinary task provided a brief distraction from the mysterious fatigue that had settled over the past few days.
Yoongi's nod was a tacit agreement as he brandished the knife in your direction. You reciprocated with a nod, diligently focusing on preparing the vegetables. “Don't worry, old man,” you teased, and both of you immersed yourselves in the culinary activities. An hour later, satiated and reclined on the couch, Salem peacefully nestled between you, the atmosphere was content.
Observing a wildlife documentary on TV, where a snake devoured a mouse in slow motion, Yoongi mused, “Wildlife is so...wild?”
You keep your eyes closed and waited for the unsettling scene to pass, snakes not being your favorite due to haunting memories of a dreadful person.
“That's the law of the jungle, my friend” you replied. “You're not even looking, Daisy,” Yoongi retorted. “I don't think watching a snake swallow Ratatouille is the best after-dinner programming,” you countered. “Come on, it could be considered one. Anyway, the snake is having raw mouse for dinner,” he remarked. You made a disgusted face, lamenting Ratatouille. As your gaze shifted to the ceiling, annoyance struck you at the sight of cobwebs around the light.
“Letting Ratatouille leave this world with dignity, tomorrow's plan still stands right?” Yoongi queried. Turning to him, you realized he was already scrutinizing you. Trying to sound nonchalant, you replied, “I guess? Why is it so important for me to go?” Distracting yourself, you stretched your bare legs on the coffee table, wiggling your toes. Yoongi snorted, “It's not that it's important that you go. It's just that you've avoided going to my home like it has the plagues of Egypt or something.”
Raising an eyebrow, you defended, “I haven't avoided your home! I told you I couldn't come.” Yoongi wore a mocking expression. “As far as I know, the only times you've refused to go to our meetings have been these last few weeks, since Jimin introduced his friend.”
His inquisitive gaze probed for clues about your thoughts or feelings. Uneasy, you played with your necklace. “It's just a coincidence,” you insisted, “It’s not weird at all.” Yoongi's eyes locked onto yours, searching. “Do you have a problem with them?” he asked pointedly.
Feeling like a child under parental scrutiny, you shifted uncomfortably. “No,” you asserted, attempting sincerity. “I don't believe you,” Yoongi countered, leaning in your direction. Uncomfortable, you fidgeted. “Why do you think I lied?” you asked. “Because I know you,” Yoongi confessed softly. Offended, you sighed, “I have no problem with them, it's just that these weeks have been strange, okay?”
"It's fine if you don't want to tell me" Yoongi pulled back. “I don't want to bother you, I just want to know what's wrong.”
You felt burdened by guilt and weighed down by regret.
You quickly took his hand “I know, I don't want you to feel bad, but I'm not ready to tell you, is it okay yet?”
He smiled and opened his arms. You throw yourself into the middle of his arms happily.
You stayed in each other's comfort for a while until Yoongi interrupted the quiet moment.
“Daisy, before I forget, do you have the botany book that you offered me? I want to read it”
You nodded, stepping out of his arms. “Yes, let me go get it.”
You got up from the couch and headed towards your room.
The botany book that you had offered to Yoongi was a relic, something that your aunt Binna had given you on your tenth birthday, something that belonged to a very talented witch in the field of botany and that helped you study and learn much more about plants. (For your good fortune, it had no vocabulary or a wink towards witchcraft.)
Arriving at your room, you took it out of your bookcase and shook it, removing the dust.
Luckily for you, the material on the outside was hard and durable, so it didn't spoil so quickly.
The botany book was almost in perfect condition—if it hadn't been for all the times you used it and that was evident in the marked corners.
You calmly returned to the living room and handed the heavy book to your friend who was petting your cat.
“You're leaving?” You asked when you saw that he got up from the couch and began to collect his things.
"Yeah, it's getting kinda late, and I think Jimin would prefer if I swing by to pick him up," he casually mentioned.
“Wait a bit! Let me pack some leftover food from dinner for Jimin” you said as you headed to the kitchen.
Swiftly, you grabbed a storage bowl, transferring the remaining delectable contents from the pot with practiced ease.
Ignorant of your surroundings, you turned around and were surprised to see Yoongi, who had something in his hand and was looking at you with a grim expression.
Before you could ask what was wrong, Yoongi interrupted you.
“Why do you have a photo with Jeon Jungkook in your book?” he said furiously, showing you what he had in his hand.
In the photograph, a radiant teenager Jeon Jungkook embraced you warmly, cradling you against his chest with evident joy, while your smile radiated, revealing the gleam of your teeth. This memorable snapshot was captured by Jungkook on the day of your first date, etching the moment in your memory.
Upon viewing the photo, you accidentally let slip the storage bowl, causing it to tumble to the ground.
Yoongi's gaze intensified as he confronted you about the unexpected photo with Jeon Jungkook. The air grew tense, and you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. Memories flooded back from your childhood and teenage years, and you hesitated before responding to his inquiry.
“I... I didn't expect you to find that,” you stammered, your eyes avoiding his accusing gaze. The photograph captured a moment frozen in time, a reminder of a past connection that you hadn't shared with Yoongi.
Silence hung in the air as Yoongi waited for an explanation, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
The tension tightens its grip on you as you grapple with how to explain your connection with Jungkook without unraveling the truth about your other life. Thoughts race through your mind, haunted by the fear of choosing between maintaining the lie and losing Yoongi, who would undoubtedly seek answers alongside Jungkook, deepening the confusion. The option to explain everything presents itself, but the looming risk of losing Yoongi forever casts a shadow. Could you reveal fragments of the truth without jeopardizing your present? Your relationship with Jungkook appears enigmatic without broaching the delicate topic you've concealed for years. Internal fear intensifies as you desperately search for a solution to preserve the present without unraveling the fragile threads of your hidden history.
You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to open up about a part of your life you had kept hidden.
“Jungkook and I were close friends back then, but things changed over time,” you began, carefully choosing your words. “It's a complicated story, and I didn't want it to affect us. I should have told you earlier.”
Little pieces of truth, you remembered yourself
Yoongi's stern expression softened slightly as he listened, but the tension lingered.
The weight of the unspoken details pressed on you as you tried to explain yourself.
In a desperate plea, you emphasized, “He's completely unaware of who I am, okay? Trust is crucial here. You can't disclose anything to him.” Swiftly interrupting any potential response, you added, “This is linked to a major secret, one that could pose a danger to you if known. I pledge to reveal all, but I need time. It's essential to verify that everything is in order, ensuring your safety. Once that's confirmed, I'll lay bare everything, addressing all your inquiries promptly.” The urgency in your words mirrored the gravity of the situation.
Yoongi's demeanor shifted from frustration to a more understanding tone. Finally, he broke the lingering silence.
“I'm bothered, ____. But for now, I'll let it slide. However, whether you like it or not, you'll have to fill me in on your connection with Jungkook,” Yoongi's words cut through the air and though you nodded frantically, the use of your name instead of your nickname stung.
“I understand; you have every right to be upset. You don't deserve to be lied to, but I need you to trust me,” you yearned to approach him, yet he instinctively took a step back. The physical retreat mirrored the emotional distance between you, a painful acknowledgment of your transgressions.
Before he could articulate his feelings, Yoongi's phone rang, momentarily diverting his attention. After a brief glance at the caller ID—Jimin—he returned his gaze to you. “It's Jimin. I have to go,” he declared, devoid of emotion. You nodded with your head lowered, absorbing the weight of the moment.
Witnessing Yoongi's anger was an unfamiliar sensation, intensifying the hurt of the situation. But before you could dwell further on your remorse, Yoongi was already at the door. Without a chance to say goodbye, he left abruptly.
Salem, who seemed to be feigning sleep, opened one eye and surveyed the room. Sensing your lingering distress, the cat extended a paw towards you.
"Well, that was terrible," Salem commented. Unwilling to engage, you retreated to your room with your head hung low, grappling with the aftermath of a fractured trust.
As Yoongi left, you couldn't shake the sense that this conversation was a turning point, and the aftermath would shape the dynamics of your relationship with him.
Gratitude washed over you for the ingenious creator of clocks as you swiftly vacated your room. The shrill reminder of your alarm spared you from succumbing to unintended sleep, a silent savior in the early hours.
Yet, another restless night haunted you, a lingering aftermath of the recent clash with Yoongi. The turbulent evening left its mark, a shadow cast upon your sleep. Hastening through a shower, you changed attire with an almost mechanical precision, dabbing on makeup to disguise the pronounced dark circles.
Ensuring your floral dress adorned you perfectly, you dashed to the kitchen, snatching your trusty emergency fruit snack – a ritual for mornings when lateness trumped the luxury of a proper breakfast
A brown leather bag swung over your shoulder, you glanced at the hallway mirror, verifying that your short hair retained its neatness.
Keys in hand, you hurriedly exited your abode, only to be halted abruptly by your neighbor from across the hall. Mrs. Hwang, a kind elderly lady who lived alone, emerged simultaneously. Her penchant for gifting cakes or sweets, citing your resemblance to her granddaughter, added a sweet touch to your encounters.
Resignedly closing your eyes, the inevitability of tardiness loomed as Mrs. Hwang spotted you. It wasn't disdain for conversation that plagued you; rather, it was the extended duration of each exchange. Pleasant as discussions about gardening were, the prospect of an hour-long dialogue felt like the worst timing possible.
In a conflicted moment, you weighed the courtesy of Mrs. Hwang against the ticking clock, realizing that the upcoming conversation, though delightful, stood as an obstacle in your race against time.
“It's my beautiful daisy!” she sweetly greeted you, and despite the inner turmoil caused by your delayed departure, you offered a warm smile.
“Mrs. Hwang,” you responded as she approached, her steps limited by the weariness in her legs. “Every day I see you, you get prettier,” she complimented, prompting an internal eyebrow raise. Uncertain if her kindness veiled the truth of your tired appearance or if she needed stronger glasses, you maintained your pleasant demeanor.
“Don't be like that,” you replied shyly, “You're the one who looks pretty. Did you change your hair color? It looks good on you.”
Mrs. Hwang adjusted her glasses, clearly pleased with your compliment. “Likewise,” she responded, “I went to the hairdresser yesterday.” As she delved into the details of her salon visit, you subtly checked your watch, each passing minute intensifying your internal distress. If Yoongi was upset with yesterday, he wouldn't be pleased today. He despised unpunctuality.
In your mind, escape plans took shape. Triggering the fire alarm was considered and promptly dismissed due to the potential chaos of an evacuation. A subtler idea surfaced – turning on Mrs. Hwang's television or radio, objects she detested in the mornings. You could bid your farewell as she turned it off, then make a swift exit.
Concealing your hand behind your back, you snapped your fingers, and moments later, the television inside Mrs. Hwang's apartment blared to life. She grimaced. “I hate the electricity in this place. It always turns the television on or off without my permission. Just a moment, my dear, I'll go turn it off.”
Exhilarated by the success of your diversion, you seized the moment. As Mrs. Hwang began her retreat, you promptly exclaimed, “I'm sorry, Mrs. Hwang, but an emergency came up. We'll catch up later. Good morning!” The words, premeditated but delivered in the heat of the moment, were your cue. With purposeful energy, you swiftly dashed down the aged hallway as if tomorrow hinged on every hurried step.
Without casting a backward glance, you descended the stairs in haste, aiming for the second floor. However, your progress was abruptly halted as a dog leaped onto you midway up the staircase. As you grappled with the unexpected canine intruder, you realized it was none other than Bam.
You stopped for a second, if Bam was here, then his owner was…
The echo of a male voice, filled with agitation, reverberated through the tiled space with a resounding “Bam!” In a swift maneuver, Jungkook ascended the stairs, his figure materializing before you in less than five seconds. He scolded his pet for running without permission, oblivious to your presence until he reached the halfway point, where he noticed your brown summer sandals.
Seizing the moment, his gaze lifted, locking onto yours. A mix of surprise and joy animated his features. “Daisy!” he exclaimed, catching you off guard with the nickname. Instinctively, you checked your necklace, confirming the spell's persistence. Uncertain whether to embrace the relief of its continued efficacy or acknowledge a tinge of disappointment at his apparent lack of recognition, you hesitated.
“Daisy?” you exclaimed, caught off guard. Jungkook, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, responded, “That's your name, right?” He nervously played with his lip piercing, mentioning, “Yoongi and Jimin call you that. It's okay, isn't it?” Concern was evident in his voice.
Still taken aback, you nodded and explained, “It's my nickname; everyone calls me that.” Jungkook, slightly anxious, touched his neck, asking, “Is it okay if I call you that, or do you prefer your actual name?” Observing his fidgety leg movements, you recognized his nervous tic.
“It's not that I'm unaware of your name; it's just that the nickname is endearing,” he began to ramble. “And it makes sense, you know, like you're this flower girl…”
You interjected, realizing he wouldn't stop unless you clarified the uncertainty.
“It's okay, I prefer to be called that. Don't worry.” Wanting to ease his nerves, you added a small smile. Jungkook, visibly relieved, sighed, “That's good. I thought I offended you.”
He tenderly caressed Bam's head, and a smile formed on your lips as you observed the affectionate scene.
Curiosity laced his words, “What are you doing here?” you looked at him, mildly surprised.
Nonchalantly, you replied, “I live here,” as if it were the most evident fact in the world.
His stunned expression prompted you to confirm, “Do you live here?” You nodded, mirroring his disbelief. “Yeah?”
A few seconds of silence hung in the air as you and Jungkook exchanged looks. Breaking the stillness, you decided to inquire, “What are you doing here?”
His surprise mirrored yours, “I live here,” he responded. You couldn't conceal your astonishment, “As?”
Unfazed, Jungkook explained, “I mean, I've been living here since today. I just moved.”
You internally prayed for an available apartment other than the one next to yours in this worn-out complex. However, your hopes dwindled as Jungkook revealed, “I moved to the third floor. Apartment E65?” He attempted to persuade you with a hopeful expression.
‘Oh, for hell’s sake!’ you mentally exclaimed.
Your luck took a peculiar turn as your apartment turned out to be e66.
The name of the apartment wasn't just a coincidence; you couldn't help but grin mentally because, yes, you deliberately chose the apartment with the striking resemblance to 666. It became a private joke between you and Salem, and while you might claim it had nothing to do with the reference, the sly smile on your face everytime you read it hinted at a mischievous decision when you picked that particular unit.
In this moment, recalling the name of your apartment only stirred up fear and annoyance. Whether it was a cosmic prank or sheer fate, having Jungkook weave into every aspect of your life lately has reached its breaking point.
Dealing with him as part of your common group of friends and begrudgingly handling floral arrangements for his wedding were one thing, but having him as your neighbor crossed a line. You stood frozen, still wearing a surprised expression.
Curiosity laced Jungkook's inquiry, “What apartment do you live in?” The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke, and you contemplated whether to cry, throw yourself down the stairs, or express your anger at this twisted fate. Unfortunately, you settled for the last option.
“Apparently, we're neighbors,” you tried to sound casual, but the attempt failed masterfully. Jungkook's head lifted upon hearing you.
“Really?” he asked, and you couldn't ignore the overly happy tone in his voice. Your carefully crafted plan to keep Jungkook at a distance crumbled.
“So it seems,” you blurted out, your tone edged with a touch of sarcasm. The realization hit – your hopes of maintaining distance from Jungkook had gone down the drain, and you couldn't escape the impending proximity.
In that moment, an unsettling thought crept in—was this twist of fate payback for erasing Jungkook's memories of you a decade ago? The cosmic irony hung heavy, and you couldn't escape the feeling that destiny, with a wry sense of humor, was unfolding a new chapter where past actions came full circle.
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Love is a drug|| JJK ||6
Pairing: Yandere Jungkook × Female Reader
Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal.
Warning: Yandere jjk, use of drugs, stalking.
Summary: OC had a very Happy life with her lovely Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old ceo ; but things take a vast turn and oc finds herself in critical condition.
CHAPTER 6
Sarah didn't forget to invite Jungkook to taste and approve her cake. She had his trust, it was the time to use her tactics. Jeon Jungkook was a smart man, and to tackle a smart man is that you always hit on his weak point.
YN was his weak point.
As Jungkook turned around, he saw yn walking out of the deck. He was sure it was yn though, he can recognise her from her back itself.
Suddenly his phone pinged, he saw the message.
Jungkook was hurt, disappointed by the fact that she came till here and walked away lying to him.
They didn't talk since then, Jungkook sighed as he ring the doorbell. Sarah opened the door and smiled as if she was waiting for him all night.
"I knew you would come" she whispered under her breath.
She let him in and decided to take out the cake, although Jungkook was a bit hesitant to try.
Sarah took a small bite to prove him there wasn't anything else in the cake.
Although she added the psychoactive drug, a drug which is hard to find it in market but she had connection and a little money worked.
The psychoactive drug would work loosen up his emotions and make it is easy for her to manipulate him. She is careful giving him it small amount.
Jungkook tasted the cake and he was more than impressed. There was right amount of sugar and cream but he was little blank, there was nothing going on in his mind. Until Sarah interrupted.
"How's the cake?"
Jungkook smiled "It's tasty!!". Jungkook was feeling much more ease now with Sarah. The cake was getting more addictive.
Everything was going good but sarah was little nervous, she wanted to make sure the drug was working.
" You look stressed Mr. Jeon, is everything ok?" It was a safe question.
" Well, the day I was waiting for yn at the deck" Jungkook paused still wondering if he should actually share his feelings.
Sarah saw this as an opportunity,
"So she didn't arrive, I'm so sorry Mr. Jeon"
Licking his lips, Jungkook answered
"No, she did but she left...she lied to me."
"Oh! That's sad. It's ok, you're a good boyfriend Mr. Jeon you took all the risks just to meet your lover. I wish I had a lover like you, Mr. Jeon."
Sarah knew it, that she managed to break the house of cards.
"You can call me Jungkook!!"
Sarah started meeting up Jungkook with innumerable excuses. Bringing any kind of food or drink she slipped the drug everytime. Jungkook became more like her ragdoll, she could play with him anyhow she wanted to. She got control of his emotions. It was fun for her tho watching a successful CEO being her puppet while his girlfriend had no idea.
Jungkook on the other hand was not just getting brainwashed but also drugs the making him physically sick. He vomited, got sick twice and started eating less because of low appetite. Jungkook was scared he might have caught any disease, he remembered he kept movie date today with yn. They were meeting up after long time and he was nervous.
'What if it's a viral disease' he thought.
Jungkook kept his mouth shut and maintained distance throughout the whole date but yn caught on his behaviour. Before he could explain yn accused him of cheating. Jungkook froze. You accused? Him for cheating?
Did you even knew how much of crazy he was for you since he saw you in the hospital for the first time? Did you know that he stalked kept the track of you, made sure you're okay. Transferred all male colleagues who tried hitting on you. Made his home looking similar to yours so you could be comfortable in his home. Has an album of hidden pictures all of you? No. You don't. Jungkook thought you were being ungrateful. He remembered the day you walked out, ofcourse he would, Sarah reminded him everyday.
"I saw you walking out of the deck!! You just threw me under the bus and walked away"
"Well no shit you deserved that"
He froze. Bitterness bubbling in his stomach, that was the worst thing you could say to him. He was sad now not even angry, he had no energy because he didn't eat enough nowadays. Yn walked away leaving him just like that. Jungkook had no idea what to do yet his hands found their way clicking on the very number.
"Hello, Sarah!"
Jungkook was a mess as well as yn after their huge argument. Sarah, that day although calmed him by her talks but Jungkook still dreaded. Yn's birthday was coming up he didn't want to ruin it for her, for himself, for their love.
With that in mind Jungkook took out his but he heard a knock on his office door.
"Hey!! Jungkook" Sarah peeked from the door showing him the meal she brought.
Jungkook's sad mood was currently lifted up, he had been sharing his personal life with Sarah for sometime now. He, at first thought it was not good talking to other woman so closely while he had a girlfriend but everytime she came up to him he couldn't hold back his emotions.
"Do I love Sarah?" Did he? Honestly he didn't know the answer.
"Come on!! Don't just stand there, let's eat. I bought our favourite ramen noodles" Sarah squealed.
Another part Jungkook thought was how similar him and Sarah are, from hobbies to favourite ice cream flavour. Another dumb part of his brain thought that they were soulmates, maybe he was in love with Sarah.
Sarah had added not just one but two drugs, she knew the effect might be bad but this was her endgame. Sarah heard from Nayeon that you're gonna apologize Jungkook for the fight. You're going to visit his office.
Jungkook was gone. Totally gone as he was a dog and he gave his leash in the hands of Sarah.
Sarah confidently sat on Jungkook's lap knowing he won't do shit about it.
"I can't believe YN was so cruel to you, you don't deserve that Jungkook, you deserve a loving and caring partner"
Jungkook looked up his head spinning, but he still managed to hear what sarah said. Her all accusation seemed right to him.
"You're right!! I deserve someone better, I deserve you. You always considered my feelings, never judged me, tried to cheer me up every single fucking time"
Oh how Sarah wished you were here listening to what your lovely Boyfriend was confessing, she wanted to see your face crumble. Sarah was desperate to see you putted down in your place.
As if all gods were listening to her, Sarah's wish came true. You arrived. You were listening to all the miserable things your boyfriend said about you.
"I regret meeting her"
Sarah had a devilish smile on her face.
"I could even kill her for you baby!!"
Sarah's smile disappeared, she looked at the corner of her eye at how yn backed out. She looked terrified, that was not she expected Jungkook to say. She knew he was on drugs but saying this was a little astonishing for her.
Sarah was just hoping that Jungkook doesn't find out the truth. Because his thoughts were little disturbing.
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Lemme Take Care of You | Jeon Jungkook One Shot
Summary: Your deadbeat baby daddy comes around and you fall for his charms again like you always do.
Pairing: Baby Mamma oc x Baby Daddy Jungkook (exes to lovers?)
Word Count: 2k~
Warnings: Explicit language and sexual themes oral f receiving and hints of body insecurity after having a baby. Newly discovered lactation kink for the both of them idk man lol it kinda just happened
a/n: something random I came up with while talking to @kkusadmirer lmao hope you enjoyyyy (Barely edited but that's the usual here lmao)
p.s. This is a one shot but I can do drabbles and asks for this couple if you'd like more from them.
"What are you doing here?" I question as a flirty Jungkook leans against my doorway, dragging his eyes up and down my frame. "You didn't answer your phone" he says, bringing his eyes back up to mine.
"I came here to see the baby and maybe spend some time with my baby mama too" he smirks, walking past me and into the living room when I don't say a word, his head on a swivel looking for our daughter.
"She's taking a nap right now" I say, rolling my eyes and shutting the door, leaning my head against it and praying that I'll stay strong this time. "I guess that just means I get to spend time with you then huh?" he says, checking me out again as I walk into the living room.
"We've been over this" I sigh, hating the fact that just the thought of him makes me weak. "We both know you don't mean it" he says, walking up to me and placing a hand on my hip while trailing kisses down my neck.
"Y-yes I do mean it Jungkook we can't keep doing this" I say, trying to keep to my word but slowly losing the battle like I always do. "No, no you don't. Just lemme take care of you yeah? Wanna make you feel good" he says, trailing his nose along my neck making me shudder at the contact.
He leans back and looks down at me, searching for signs of true protest but when he doesn't he leans in slowly still giving me a chance to pull away but I give into him like I always do.
The kiss starts off slow and sweet, gradually putting me under his spell like he always does, making my knees weak which he takes notice of and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and taking us back to our bedroom, no my bedroom.
He's not supposed to be here anymore but I can never say no to him.
He makes us both tumble down onto the bed and continues to kiss me until I can't breath and even a little after. While I pull away and gasp for breath he continues to trail kisses down my neck, licking, sucking and biting his way down until he's stopped by my shirt.
"Take this off for me yeah?" he asks, nuzzling into my neck and playing with the hem of my shirt, giving me the choice of letting this continue which he knows I will. I sit up and he helps me take it off, having clocked that I wasn't wearing a bra as soon as I opened the door, obsessed with the larger size of my breasts still full of milk.
"Lemme taste it yeah? Just a little bit" he asks, kissing his way down my breasts, begin careful knowing that they're probably sore. I widen my eyes after hearing his request to try my breast milk but I nod my head nonetheless, turned on by the thought of it.
He gently takes my nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, making it nice and wet for him before he gives it a light suck, humming after the taste hits his tongue. "Fuck you taste so sweet" he praises leaving my hips bucking up, begging for some sort of friction.
"My pretty baby mama wants some attention huh?" he taunts, grinding his hips into mine, my cotton shorts rubbing up against me as barely a barrier making me moan at the rougher feeling of his jeans, making me beg for more.
"Please just fuck me the baby's gonna be up soon" I whine when he rubs up against my clit, letting out a dry chuckle remembering my weak defense of trying to deny him just moments before.
"No, just wanna make you feel good" he says, kissing me before trailing his tongue between the valley of my breasts and kissing along my stomach almost as if worshipping the place that once held our baby.
"Jungkook stop" I say, pushing his head down to go lower but he doesn't budge. "No, wanna remind you of how thankful I am that you made our baby. Wanna remind you you did so well taking care of her" he says, kissing all my stretch marks and nipping on places that still had a little baby weight on it.
I lay my head on the pillow, willing myself into thinking this is just sex with him. Nothing more than just wanting the pleasure that I know he can give me. If I let my mind go anywhere else I'm just gonna let him come crawling back to me and I can't let him do that.
He isn't good for me and I know that but when I'm this close to him it's almost as if none of that matters.
He resumes his downward journey and kisses right bellow my belly button and looks up at me, asking for permission to take my shorts off and I grant it to him, watching as he peels it all off of me, taking in my folds glistening with arousal, leaving his eyes lighting up at the sight.
Time and time again no matter how many times he's seen me like this it's almost as if he can't get enough of it. "Fuck, wanna put another baby in this pretty little pussy again" he says, cursing at the thought of it.
I shut my eyes and throw my head back, squirming from the long stripe he's dragged between my folds, taking my clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it just as he had done with my swollen nipple moments before, driving me even more crazy at the feeling.
"Shit" I whine out, so sensitive from it having been a little while since the last time he came and being so drunk on the feeling of his head between my thighs. "Want that too? Wanna have my baby again?" he says, knowing I'm far too gone after him having make out with my cunt, bringing me almost to the edge of it making me agree to anything he might ask.
"Fuck Jungkook yes just keep going" I pant, bucking my hips back into his face leaving him smiling against me and suffocating himself, leading me closer and closer to my climax and soon it's washing over me. Hitting me hard like a ton of bricks and making me cover my mouth to keep as quiet as I can so I don't wake the baby.
Thankfully all I hear on the baby monitor are her soft snores, reminding me so much of her father's that I woke up to every morning.
Jungkook continues to give me soft kitten licks until I'm whining and pushing him away leaving him placing a quick kiss on my inner thigh before hovering over me.
"Open your mouth" he orders and I do just that, sticking out my tongue as he spits in my mouth, followed my him smashing his lips against mine, wanting to share that sweet taste he always praising me for.
After kissing for what feels like forever, slowly going from intense to lazy as the tiredness on my side grows he pulls back to say something we're cut off by the sound of the baby crying on the monitor.
"I'll go" he says placing one last kiss on my lips, picking my shirt up and wiping the rest of my arousal off his chin before running to the bathroom to clean himself up and throws me a damp towel to clean myself up.
He gives me a sly smile before leaving and heads over to our daughter's room and coos at her.
"Hi princess, it's okay Daddy's here" he says picking up our six month old and rocking her back and forth, trying to soothe her and my heart melts at the scene I can see on the monitor.
"You've been a good girl for Mommy right? You gotta take care of her because she loves you very much" he's cut off for a second by her coos back, recognizing him right away. "Hey, no back talk missy I mean it" he jokes along, pretending to be stern with her and she she giggles in response.
"I missed you, you know that?" he says peppering her face with kisses and again being met with more giggles. "I wish I could come over more often but living somewhere else makes it hard. I hope you know I do try to come see you as much as I can" he says, adjusting his hold on her and holding her even closer.
"I know you don't know what I'm saying but I love you" he says but pulls her away to look at her again. "Mommy says your gonna be a big sister soon" he says excitedly, just imagining the thought of expanding our family even more but at that my eyes widen thinking back to what just happened and I throw my robe on before rushing into her room.
"You know I didn't mean that" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and cocking a brow at him. "Aw come on, don't you want her to have a sibling?" he pouts, looking back at her before adjusting his hold on her and holding her at arms length as if he were showing her off.
"Don't you want another one that looks just like us?" he asks guilting me into it by making me say no to our daughter which he knows I can't do even if she can't understand right now. "Let's focus on the baby we have now" I say taking her out of his hands as she reaches for me. "That wasn't a no" he says, his eyes lighting up and I'm reminded again by the fact that he's younger than me, always hitting me with that childlike joy he still has.
I turn my back to him and hold her closer to the little mood light I have for her so she can watch the purple and pink swirls on the celling accompanied by so many bright stars and she reaches out almost as if she was trying to touch them.
I feel him snake his arms around my waist and places his head in the crook of my neck so he can look down at her, both of us just admiring the beautiful little girl we made together.
"So do you think we'll give her a baby brother or sister?" he asks placing a kiss on my neck making my breath hitch, taking away the harshness of the answer I was going to give him.
"Keep on pushing your luck and she'll be an only child" I huff and at that she starts fussing probably from needing to have her diaper changed.
"Hey you can't just say that! Look you made her upset" I roll my eyes at his claims and turn around to hand her to him. "You want another baby? Fine, then you change her" I say, crossing my arms, seeing the light dim in his sparkly eyes replaced with the slight disgust after smelling the damage she had done.
"So if I change this diaper then we can have another baby?" he asks, patiently awaiting my answer. "Let's focus on her and go from there" I say and he nods his head, placing her down on the changing table and getting everything he needs out of the drawer bellow it.
"You hear that? You're gonna get a new baby brother or sister" Jungkook coos at her and I slap him upside the head in response leaving her laughing at his reaction.
"Ow! What'd you do that for?" he whines. "Just focus on the diaper Jeon" I order and he nods his head and I walk out of the room and hear him mumbling to her about how scary I am but decide to let him be this time.
This is what I get for dating a younger guy.
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Only one | 01
Warnings: toxic relationship trauma, trauma in general, mentally broken oc, manipulation, yendere jungkook. [Still more warnings to be added]
Psychiatrist jungkook x patient reader
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"I just wanna be good enough for someone you get" you play with the hem of your hospital gown.
"But no one is ever good to me" you take a deep breath feeling the tears coming but you hold them in.
"It's okay to cry, don't hide your emotions from me" your psychiatrist, Mr jeon, says having noticed you holding back. Once he says that your tears fall drop by drop until they're leaving your eyes like a waterfall. Mr jeon doesn't say anything, he just notes down what he observes.
"I know I'm good girl, don't you think I'm a good girl?" Good girl, a word You’ve been trying to stop referring to yourself as. Ever since your last relationship, which is one of the many reasons you're in this damn hospital, where your boyfriend would use it so often and even make you refer yourself as that, you haven't been able to let it go yet. Mr jeon hasn't addressed it yet but you're so sure he's noticed it by now.
He's silent to your question, "don't you think I'm a good girl" you ask so genuinely it's sad. Mr jeon simply smiles at you.
"I think you're a good person" he says no emotion behind it.
You scoff.
"I'm sorry, is there something else you would've liked me to say" he sits attentive and alert. His tone is gentle though the question feels sharp.
"I-i just..." You fail to speak and he gives you a reassuring look to help you speak.
"H-he always told me no-one will ever find me good enough apart from him" jungkook knows who the 'he' is, he's been a major topic of your sessions.
"Mmm" Mr jeon acknowledges as he takes note of something. Sometimes you spend your nights wondering what he's writing about you.
Could it be about how much he doesn't want to work with you anymore. Or maybe you're just insecure.
.....
"No please take me back" you flop around in the nurses hands.
"I'm okay, I promise." You don't sound okay and the nurses know better. It's one of those days where you have a mental breakdown. You don't see the damage you cause but others do and that's why they have to take you back to your room to cool down.
Mr jeon watches from afar as they take you away. You were having a session with him that's when you had your breakdown. You weren't even done with the session only in an hour out of the two hours you always have set. Mr jeon has seen your breakdowns before and even took notes of what you said while in that state.
Guess he has to see you next week.
......
You're sick of this place, its so plain and boring. You've been here for eight weeks and even though you feel you're getting better, the hospital thinks otherwise. Mr jeon hasn't given you anything on your progress, only praising you for your strength and openness. You want to know when you can leave this place. You wanna go back to your home, where your can rest peacefully with your dog and pet fish. Oh, you remembered your mother took your pets since you can't be there to take care of them. You just wanna be around them. And they've been on your mind lately.
"So how have you been?" He starts as he settles in his seat with just notepad, glasses glued to his face.
"I'm sorry I wasn't with you for the last two weeks" it's true, he's the only psychiatrist you trust and he hasn't been with you for two weeks. That caused you to have to speak to another psychiatrist, she honestly didn't understand you like Mr jeon does and that made it harder for you to express your true feelings.
"I had an emergency I had to attend to" Mr jeon doesn't talk about his personal life with you only focusing on yours. He doesn't need to tell you anything about his personal life and you don't need to know.
"I've been thinking about home more often lately." You say avoiding Mr jeon's eyes. He noticed you always did this when you expressed something to him that you weren't sure he'd be interested in. But he's always interested in what you say to him.
"Mm, what is it that you're missing at home?" he says in his ever present professional tone.
When he asks this question you remember the cute dog that's probably missing you right now, and the little fish you kept fed and clean in the tank, you hope whoever is looking after them is doing a good job cause if they aren't they're gonna feel it. Those animals have been the only source of comfort and joy in your life, until you were separated.
And now that he's asked that question and you realise the answer, the tears begin to form.
Mr jeon notices and smiles "its okay" his voice is so comforting that it aids your crying. Next second tears are flowing down your face as you try to control your sobs and breathing.
"I-i-i m-miss.." he can see you struggle with your words and reminds you of the breathing tactic he taught you.
You cool down a bit from the tactic, enough to say your words atleast.
"I miss my pets. My dog, my fish" you say and he can see how much they mean to you.
"Why do you miss them?" Seems like a bad question to ask someone in tears but because it's Mr jeon you don't mind.
"They were my only comfort, my only joy and my only hope" you sob as memories of them, especially your dog, make it to your brain.
He watches intently as you sob, he takes down some notes but you're too emotional to notice.
"I just wanna go home " you confess. "I'm tired of it here, I miss home" you sob intensely forgetting about the tactic.
"I'd honestly do anything to leave this place" Mr jeon stops at that.
"I just wanna leave this place" you confess all of this unconsciously. You feel so free around Mr jeon that you don't even think before you say anything.
"I just wanna go home" you whisper finally calming down.
You can see as you wipe your tears, Mr jeon places the note book down and even takes his glasses off. He only takes them off when he's leaving after his shift. He stands going to the door checking outside and locking it when he finally gets back.
You're confused about this new found behaviour, during your sessions he only focuses on you and never does anything else, especially not take off his glasses.
You're confused even more when he squats in front of you as if speaking to a child. He places his palms on the couch on each side of you as you stare at him with raised brows. It's weird seeing Mr jeon like this, he looks different from the the psychiatrist you speak to most of the time.
"Would you do anything to go back home?" he looks at you with so much patience and determination, like you would a child you're trying to convince to go to school.
"You'd do anything huh?" Even the way he's speaking is different, it's more casual.
You remember your previous confession, and even though it was an unconscious confession you still meant it. You can see him waiting for your answer and you unsurely nod.
He shakes his head declining your response.
"I need you to use your words. I need you to be sure" his tone is so soft and gentle and it makes you even more comfortable around him.
After thinking about it, which he lets you do, you have your answer.
"Yes I would." You nod along your words. He smiles at that, feeling to be going in the right direction with you.
"You know I can get you out of this place in a second, right?" He questions you.
You nod. "Words y/n"
"Yes, I know you can"
He nods. "Do you trust me? " It's actually something you've thought about. Do you trust Mr jeon? yes, yes you do. He's the only one you trust in this whole hospital or even the world.
"I do trust you, Mr jeon" he smiles at the honorific. You're unsure to what's he's getting to but you listen close.
"So if you trust me, then let me get you out of this place" why is he asking you this. Does he do this for others as well.
"I can take you somewhere better. I can take you home" and when he says home your eyes light up.
"Home?" You ask and he nods. "I do wanna go home"
"Okay then" he smiles at you. His eyes then turn dark But you can barely notice mind clogged with the hope of being able to go home.
"But you have to do one thing for me"
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Seven Days A Week: Chapter One - Monday
Pairing: Jungkook x reader (f)
Genre: Smut
Rating: M - NSFW
Word Count: 5,461
Warnings: Rebound sex, bad previous relationship, Tinder usage, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cursing, sir kink, Jungkook slams you up against a wall, kissing like angels fucking like devils, protected sex, messy blow job, communication kink, pierced nipples (ahem....), mention of one night stands, breakfast anyone?
Disclaimers: this is just fiction and not my true view of anyone
Summary: After getting out of a bad relationship, you decide Tinder was the key to breaking your dry spell.
A/N: Well... um... I thought it would be a short chapter. Maybe 1,500 words, but no. The bunny ran away and I followed it.
A/N2: My original plan was to do small chapters every day this week, but if they end up being long like this, I may need to spread them out over the next seven weeks.
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You couldn’t help but feel stupid while waiting for the app to download.
Was this desperate?
You worried your lip between your teeth as the app began to install.
You had already determined you weren’t going to tell anyone what you were doing.
But maybe you should, if you matched with anyone and they wanted to meet up, that was. Someone should know where you were going and who you’d be with.
Your heart clenched. Would your friends judge you? Well, if they did, then maybe they weren’t really your friends.
You were throbbing so hard it hurt and your toys just weren’t doing it.
You’d only broken up with your ex a few weeks ago and you still weren’t sure you wanted to have a serious relationship, but maybe a fuck buddy would be a nice change.
You created your account while holding your breath and scrolling through the selfies you’d taken when your hair and makeup had been done and settled on a few.
You paused, your thumb hovering over the Next button.
What if your brother or coworkers or boss were on this? How would they react?
They would block you and never talk about it. They wouldn’t ever come up in one of your matches anyway. You had nothing in common!
You’re overthinking.
You hit the button
Was this a terrible mistake? You were probably going to get a lot of creeps, but maybe… just maybe you’d get lucky.
You hadn’t been paying attention before your thumb made your mind up for you.
Before you knew it, you were being offered profiles.
The first few were cute, but you swiped them away and then…. He showed up.
His profile read JKaaaaaay.
Your heart forgot to hit a beat or two as your breath hitched. His bright doe eyes seemed to sparkle as brightly as his smile. He was strapped into a harness hanging upside down somewhere mountainous. He wore black long sleeved shirt and black pants that had fallen towards his knees as he seemed to be adjusting a camera attached to his helmet.
Bungee jumping?
You’d wanted to try that when you were an adventurous, rebellious teenager, but now you weren’t so sure you could muster the courage.
You switched over to another picture to see him squatting next to a big black Doberman who hadn’t been clipped. That made your heart melt… just a little.
The next photo was of Jungkook with two other men who were just as handsome as he was. They were out in a field, each of them reclining back to rest their head on the other in a strength and flexibility test.
The next photo was of him in a pub with another man wearing a black bucket hat. The two were smiling and holding up a beer.
The next photo was of him in the gym. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposed his full sleeve tattoo. His hands were wrapped like he was preparing to go boxing.
The last photo was a silhouette of him standing before the Han River. The sky was a brilliant orange that you knew would be giving way to the velvety purple that was descending as the sun set.
You swiped right without thinking about it.
He probably had hundreds of girls vying for his attention. You were almost certain you’d be lost in a sea of admirers and overlooked.
You moved onto the next profile and swiped left a few times before a notification came in that you’d been matched.
You froze. You’d only liked one profile…. Did… did that mean?
No.
No way.
Oh what the fuck?!
You opened the notification and sure enough, Jungkook had matched with you.
Were you interested in chatting with him?
What would you talk about?
You opened the chat to see a very simple opening.
JKaaaaaay: hey :)
It was sweet. Was he shy? Was it possible for someone as handsome and seemingly well-liked as him to be shy?
Well, why not? He was human too.
You: hey :) how are you?
JKaaaaaay: I’m good… just chilling. Do you wanna video chat? I don’t wanna be weird, but it’s hard to check the vibe over text.
He wasn’t wrong. It was a smart thing to do. At least then you could confirm he wasn’t some weird old man or a bot.
You: yeah, definitely!
It only took a couple of moments before you were staring into Jungkook’s eyes as he sat on the floor in front of a white couch. He wore an oversized white shirt and a pair of dark rimmed glasses.
He smiled and tipped his head to the side as he chuckled. “Wow you’re beautiful.”
Your cheeks grew warm as you looked down. It’d been so long since you’d gotten a compliment, you’d almost forgotten what it felt like, authentic or not. “Thank you. You’re really handsome too.”
He lifted his knees and held them with his hands as he gave a breathy chuckle. A pause pregnant with a realm of possibilities settled between the two of you for only a moment. “I’m Jungkook.”
“I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N…” he let his eyes roved up to the ceiling as he murmured your name again. “That’s a pretty name. Well, what are you looking for on an app like this?”
You inhaled deeply and let your eyes trail to the side before shaking your head. “You know, I don’t really know. I… Well, I won’t go too much into it. Suffice it to say, I just got out of a relationship and, well… you know.”
He closed his eyes and nodded, the lights on his side shimmering on the twin piercings in his lip. “Mmm, I can guess, but I think you should tell me."
You swallowed hard and gave a shaky laugh as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Oh, you don't really want to hear it."
He scoffed, a smile playing on his lips as he slid one leg down, leaving his hands wrapped around one knee and letting you see his tattooed hand. "Oh, but I do. Good communication turns me on."
"But it's …"
"But I like having an understanding of what I'm getting involved with. This may just be a one night thing. I may never find out if your name really is Y/N, but if I'm going to your yard, it's important for me to know how this going to impact us. I would hate myself if you regretted this."
He waved his hand between the two of you, signaling the potential hookup.
Your ex never wanted to discuss anything, no matter how small the issue seemed and now, here was a perfect stranger… caring.
It felt alien.
It felt… healing.
"How about we start with an easy one?" You nodded as he took off his glasses.
Fuck… why was that so sexy? They're just glasses! Has it really been so long?
"How long has it been since you last had sex?"
Your mind reeled as you frowned in thought. "I don't know for sure. Seven months? Maybe a little longer? I don’t know why I stayed with him for so long when he clearly wasn’t interested in me anymore. Maybe I was just afraid to be alone.”
His eyes went wide for a moment before searching for something off screen as he thought and nodded. “Is that what’s happening now? Are you all alone?”
You ran a hand over your arm and shrugged as you chewed on your bottom lip. “Yes.”
“What a terrible position to be in.” His voice was gentle and deep.
There was something in his voice, like he was prompting you to ask the question. You looked at your hands, then around your room.
You’d finally gotten your home looking the way you liked it. There were no more traces of your ex. But it was incredibly quiet when you finally came home at night from work, school, or from being with your friends.
It had been so long since you’d been kissed. Would you remember how to even do that?
“Would you….” Your words failed as you worried your lip again and stared up at your ceiling fan as your heart pulsed in your ears.
“Would I… what?” He tipped his head back slightly and smirked. “Use your words, princess and tell me what you need.”
Princess.
You couldn’t help but smile at that. It was nice to have a nickname.
You let out a shuddering breath as your smile grew before swallowing hard. “I… I want… company. I n-need t-to be touched.”
“Touched, hmm? Do you want me to touch you?”
Your lips parted as you looked slowly up at him through your lashes. You nodded slowly.
He shook his head, a smile curling on his lips. “Princess, this isn’t gonna work if you don’t use your words. You have such a pretty voice. Won’t you talk to me?”
Your mouth fell open as you stared at him blankly. You’d never met someone as direct or assertive like him. What would he be like in bed?
Visions filled your mind of him gripping your hair tightly as he fucked you from behind as roughly as he could. Your entire body began to throb
For a moment, you thought you had forgotten how to speak.
What even was the question? Oh… right.
You shifted on your bed to sit with your legs criss-crossed and inhaled deeply. Did you want him to come to your home? Did you want to be vulnerable with him? Could you trust him to be good to you?
You nodded before you realized you were doing, your subconscious overruling your overthinking. “Jungkook, I want you to touch me. I-I want you to show me what I’ve been missing.”
He leaned forward, his interest piqued. “What do you want me to do? I don’t know what you’ve been missing out on.”
He was going to drive you crazy. Your breathing became quick and shallow. If he wanted you to speak? Well… okay. “I want you to slam me up against the wall, kiss me like an angel, but then fuck me like a devil.”
It was his turn to go speechless as his eyes went wide and his mouth slipped over. “Well, alright then. Holy fuck, princess. My place or yours?”
“My place. What’s your number? I’ll text you my address.”
You sent him your address and hurried to your shower. Yes, you had showered that morning, but it was almost midnight and you wanted to be pristine for him.
Freshened up, shaved, oiled, and moisturized, you changed into the nicest lingerie you had, a splurge you’d gotten in a desperate attempt to get your ex’s eyes on you again, and dressed in an oversized button down shirt and a pair of short jean shorts.
Your phone lit up with a text message just as you’d asked Jungkook to do when he got to your place.
Was this a mistake? What had you gotten yourself into? Was it too late to call it off?
Did you want to call it off?
No… you were just nervous. It’d been so long, you’d closed yourself off to intimacy.
A soft knock came at your door, urging you to step out of your shell and trust again. Your heart tattooed an intricate pattern against your ribs as you made your way from your closet to the front door, pushing your hands through your hair while reminding yourself how you told him you wanted him to touch you.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…..
You inhaled deeply before unlocking the door and opening it.
He stood before you wearing baggy blue jeans, a grey hoodie, and a sweet smile. “I didn’t think a florist was open, but if there’s a next time, there’ll be flowers.”
“You’re so sweet.” You stepped to the side and let him enter before shutting the door while he stepped out of his shoes.
He looked around your lounge that you had dimmed the lights in. “You’ve got a nice place. Smells good in here too.”
“Thank you.” You pulled a lock of hair behind your ear and waited for a moment before he stepped close to you, the scent of his sweet cologne drifting up around you.
“So… you still want to do this?” You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “Princess… are you not talking to me on purpose? Do you want me to teach you how to speak?”
Ahhh…. Oh fuck….
You clenched your eyes shut and nodded. “Teach me how to speak. I want to learn.”
Did this just get BDSM…y?
Oh, shit… your ex really had done a number on you, hadn’t he? Or had this been buried deep inside of you all along?
He gave a long hum, then hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your gaze to meet his. "Does a lady wish to be a good girl? Yes or no."
"Yes." Your voice was soft and shaky as his warm gaze made you melt.
"Good girl. Does this good girl wish to be kissed by an angel?"
Your legs grew weak as you stared dumbly up at him before letting your eyes slip to his lips. They looked so soft and full. "Yes."
He smirked and bit his lip, his eyes scanning the length of your body. "And after an angel kisses you, do you want to be fucked by a devil?"
You couldn't help the moan that fell from your lips. You needed to be touched. You needed to be ravaged by him. You shuddered and nodded eagerly. "Yes, I want to be fucked by a devil."
"Good girl."
You looked down as you tried to control your breathing. You couldn't believe this was happening and with someone so handsome as Jungkook.
It made your head spin.
Your brain went numb when you first saw Jungkook’s feet, then his hands take yours before he walked you quickly backwards until your back slammed into the wall of your entryway. You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes as he pinned your hands over your head.
His dark eyes looked sweetly down into yours as though you were the most precious being he’d ever laid eyes on. He trailed the tips of his fingers down your palms, then your arms, sending shivers down your spine. He slipped them up to cup your cheeks in his palms and tipped your head up as your arms drifted down to wrap around his neck, drawing him closer to you.
He brushed the tip of his nose against yours, closing his eyes then tipped his head and pressed his lips to yours, drawing a deep breath when he broke from you. He slid his hands down your sides and around your waist as he tipped his head to the other side and kissed you softly again.
He moved again and kissed along your jawline slowly before moving down to kiss down your neck. You ran your hands up and down his back as you groaned, insecurities forgotten as he kissed up to clasp your earlobe between his lips.
You moaned softly as you felt his fingers grip your shirt and unbuttoned the first button. He kissed down to the newly revealed skin, then unbuttoned the next button, kissing down each inch of skin as he went. He paused when he revealed your lacy black bra and glanced up at you with a quirked brow.
"Princess, you are a naughty girl, aren't you?"
"Yes." You whispered and raked your hand through his thick black hair while pushing down on his shoulder. "Don't stop. Want you to keep kissing me."
He chuckled and continued on until your shirt was completely undone. He locked eyes with you as he unbuttoned your shorts and slid the zipper down.
You pouted as he stood and smoothed a finger along your jaw. "You stopped."
He chuckled. "That wouldn't be kissing." He cupped the back of your head and kissed you softly before mumbling against your lips. "That would be eating."
You knocked your head back against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut. You wanted to clutch your hair into your hands and scream.
Did you dare ask?
Fuck it.
"D-do you? Do you eat?"
"The angel is far too pure to do such naughty things." He moved his lips to your ear and whispered. "But the devil does."
"Oh, fuck." You gripped his shoulders as your body trembled. "I need you. I want you. Fuck me. Please!"
"Yeah?"
You tipped your head back as your pussy throbbed painfully. "Please, Jungkook! Please fuck me!"
He pulled your shirt open slowly, grinning when you shuddered again and peeled the garment down your arms until it fell to the ground.
"Do you want me to eat you out?" He tugged you closer by the belt loops of your shorts.
When was the last time anyone had done that to you? Your ex had made it seem like it was such a disgusting thing to do, you'd become ashamed to ask for it. It hadn't even crossed your mind while you were getting ready.
But, God how you wanted it….
"Yes."
You opened your eyes when your shorts were tugged down roughly. You gasped as he sank to his knees and lifted one foot, then the next before tossing them to the side. He kissed your stomach, just above the hem of your panties before hooking his fingers into them and tugging them down your thighs, kissing down your thighs one at a time until you stepped out of them.
You leaned back against the wall and let him move one of your legs over his broad shoulder.
Oh…. This was actually going to happen. He wasn't being shy or hesitant about it at all.
He wanted to do this.
"You're gorgeous. Wow. Look at how pretty you are." He smoothed his thumbs across your lips and pulled them open. "You're so wet. Damn princess."
He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss your mound first before stroking his tongue through your folds, humming and wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you close and used his big hand to steady your thigh.
The tip of his tongue outlined your core while he hummed again and purposefully ignored your aching clit.
"Jungkook." You bucked your hips and stroked your fingers through his hair as he circled his tongue around once more.
Speak up! the back of your mind chided you.
You moaned and pushed one hand into your hair. "Please, Jungkook. Fingers. My clit. Please."
It wasn't the most coherent request you'd ever made, but he smoothed his tongue over your clit slowly as he skimmed the tips of his fingers down your thigh and pushed his middle finger between your folds and gasped as he pushed into you, slowly thrusting it in and out.
"Fuck Y/N… you're so tight." He eased his pointer finger into you and sucked a breath between his teeth. "I'd be pounding this pretty little pussy every day if I could."
"No one's stopping you." You hadn't realized you were speaking until he froze and looked up at you with wide eyes.
You weren't lying, but you had worried you'd scared him off by moving too fast. He hadn’t made you come. You hadn’t even made it to your bedroom yet.
He twisted his fingers inside of you and curled them towards your stomach, making you gasp and slam your arms against the wall as if he'd pinned you there with his mind.
You whimpered and moaned as he trusted in and out and used his thumb to gently rub your clit.
You didn't know if you wanted to scream, cry, fidget, or let whatever nonsense fall out of your mouth.
He smiled up at you as he searched for your spot carefully.
"Well, you know, that is true. I'm happy to help if you want me to."
"As if I could say no to this every day?" You whimpered and bucked your hips as he just missed your spot.
He kissed your lower stomach and pulled you as close to him as he could. “Oh really? How about I fuck you every day for the next week? Then when your ex calls begging for you to come back to him, you can tell him you’ve gotten laid more this week than you have in the last seven months?”
Then he hit your spot, making your toes curl and your back arch as you cried out.
“Oh god!”
His eyes went wide as he sped up having found what he was looking for. “That’s it, baby. Just relax and enjoy it. Just relax. Let it happen.”
He moved back to suck on your clit as he watched you and clutched you to him as you writhed and pinched a nipple between your fingers. You pushed your fingers through his hair and gripped it tightly to keep him right where he was, loving how he hummed against you.
It didn’t take long for a string inside of you to tighten and snap, sending you forward. You gripped his shoulders as your hair fell down his back, surrounding you both like a shining curtain.
He pulled away from you with a small pop and touched your cheek softly as he whispered. “Good girl.”
He stayed on his knees, letting you hang on to him until you caught your breath. When you had, you leaned back against the wall and pressed your hand to your brow as he stood, still fully clothed.
“You make such pretty little sounds.” He pressed his palms against the wall on either side of your waist, pinning you in place. “The world would be a better place if it could hear your song frequently. May I kiss you?”
You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you softly and sweetly. The tip of his tongue brushed against your lips then pressed past them to meet yours in a slow dance that seemed to last for only a moment before your body began to ache.
It felt like something in you was breaking, like ice shattering and exposing your molten core that had been hidden away for far too long.
You timidly brushed the back of your hand against his jeans, gasping when you felt his bulge. You turned your hand and cupped it, giving him a small squeeze before he broke away, sucking a breath between his teeth. "Does sir want me to pleasure him?"
"Baby…," he gave a breathy chuckle and ran his tongue over his lip rings. "You didn't mention you were kinky on your profile."
“I didn’t think I was.” You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans and looked up at him through your lashes with wide eyes. “You do something to me that I can’t explain. I’m saying things I wouldn’t normally say… I feel adventurous in ways I haven’t ever felt before.”
He swayed as a smile bloomed on his lips. “Is that so? Prove it. Ask me again.”
You made your voice lighter and airier. “Does sir want me to pleasure him?”
“Yes, sir does. Get on your knees pretty princess.” You sank down as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his broad shoulders, well sculpted and tattooed arms, and pierced nipples.
“Sir is so handsome!” You traced your fingers across his chiseled abs and licked your lips, watching his eyes follow your tongue. “Does sir want me to please him with my pretty little mouth?”
“It’s always the sweet, innocent looking girls that are absolutely fucking naughty, isn’t it?” You giggled and swayed from side to side in a happy little dance. “You may please sir with your pretty little mouth. Show sir what you can do.”
You turned your attention to his jeans and unbuttoned them then pulled the zipper down and only tugged on them once before they fell down and pooled around his ankles.
His black boxers were tight around his muscular thighs that you traced with your fingers. It was like he was a statue of Adonis brought to life. You couldn’t help yourself but to kiss one thigh then the other. Your ex had a nice body, but it wasn’t anything like this.
Nor what was barely hidden from sight. You looked up at him as you smoothed your hand up what you wanted the most, your jaw falling open as he filled your hand.
“Sir is so big!” While he wasn’t astonishingly big, he was considerably larger than your ex. Your body throbbed and clutched at nothing. “Sir must want me so much to be this hard.”
Jungkook gave a breathy laugh as he smoothed his large hand over your hair. “I do want you. I want you very, very much.”
You smiled and bit your lower lip as you inched his boxers down until the tip of him peeked out with the small dollop of precum waiting for you. Without hesitation, you rose up on your knees and kissed it away, humming against him as you savored his flavor. He groaned and pushed his fingers into your hair.
You glanced up at his lust shot eyes as you dragged your tongue down his length as it became exposed while you drew his boxers down until they were around his ankles too. He stopped out of them and watched as you licked up his member and kissed the tip again before kitten licking at the small nub at the base of his head with various speeds, first slow then fast, then slow again before taking the tip of him in your mouth.
“Such a good girl. You’re so nice and warm and wet.” He pulled your head towards him, pushing himself further into your throat. “Think you can take all of me? Hmm?”
You groaned and did the best you could to relax your gag reflex. It’d been so long though that you couldn’t help but to gag. You kept your eyes on his as you urged yourself to go further even as tears slid down your cheeks. His brow furrowed as you hollowed your cheeks and gagged again until your nose touched the smooth skin of his hips.
“Fucking good girl! Holy shit Y/N.” He gripped your hair in both of his hands and slowly thrust his hips. “Took all of me like such a good girl even after all that time. Are you sure you’re not gaming me?”
You pulled back, watching a string of saliva make a bridge from your lips to his cock. “I’m not. I thought I wasn’t good at any of this.”
“Baby, you were lied to by a lying liar who lies.” He watched as you twisted your hand as you began to bob your head, tipping your head one way then the other like you were a bobble head as you went. You’re fucking incredible.”
You hummed and watched his brow furrow as his grip on your hair tightened while your free hand slid up his inner thigh and moved to cup him gently, careful of your pressure as you massaged him with the swell of your palm.
“Fuck!” He shuddered and hunched his shoulders as he tipped his head to his chest. You felt him tighten in your hand as you moaned around him. He was getting close. “I need to be in you. Do you want me to fuck you?”
You pulled off of him with a pop and inhaled deeply. “Yes. Fuck me Jungkook. Please!”
He pulled you up and dipped down to grab a small gold package from his pocket then gripped your ass and hauled you up until your legs were wrapped around his hips. “Bedroom?”
You pointed down the hallway. “That way.”
He kissed you and made his way to your bedroom until he could drop you onto the bed. You giggled and pressed your knees together as you massaged one nipple and bit your thumb while you watched him rip the package open and roll the condom on then look at you. “Ready?”
A sudden burst of shyness made you cover your breasts as he slipped a hand between your knees, waiting for you to nod before he pushed them apart.
He must have seen the look in your eyes because the hunger in his eyes softened as he hovered over you. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I know it’s been a while and you are so tight. I’ll be slow. Just talk to me, okay?”
You nodded and rested your legs against his sides as you let out a heavy breath and began to tremble in anticipation.
He kissed you slowly as he moved a hand between the two of you. “You can always tell me to stop. You’re in charge.”
“You’re so sweet, Jungkook. Thank you.” You smiled and touched your fingers to his cheeks when you felt the tip of him at your core. You nodded and gasped along with him as he pushed into you slowly as if you were losing your virginity all over again.
You clenched around him and delighted in the way he clenched his teeth and tipped his head back as he closed his eyes. You watched his Adam’s apple bob before he began to thrust slowly, quelling the ache you’d had for far too long. “You feel so good. You can go harder.”
His breathing quickened as he did as you requested and thrusted harder.
You were growing dizzy at the pleasure that flooded your system.
This was exactly what you had needed.
You sighed and tipped your hips, roving them until his tip hit your spot straight on, sending a strong surge of pleasure shooting through you.
You cried out and gripped his neck while your walls clutched at him tightly, desperate to tell him that was where you needed him the very most. “Right there Jungkook! Just like that! Oh my god!”
“Right there? Baby girl likes it right there?” He dipped his head, resting his brow against your collarbone before pressing a kiss to the warm skin of your chest as he obediently thrusted in exactly the same way over and over and over. “Stay quiet, Y/N. Don’t want to wake the neighbors so late on a Monday.”
You nodded and allowed him to kiss you and thrust his tongue into your mouth as he drilled into you and pushed an arm under your back to keep you close. He pulled away only to take a nipple into his mouth and suck on it. You whined and bucked against him as his tongue circled around your hardened nub. “I’m close! I’m close! Please!”
You gripped his hair and arched your back as he peppered your chest in kisses. Your legs trembled around him as he pounded into you with everything he had.
“Relax. Relax. I’ll get you there. Enjoy this.” He lifted one of your thighs and groaned as he pushed further into you. “Almost. So good for me, Y/N. So good, princess. Come for me. Come on pretty baby. Come for me.”
You took a deep breath and demanded your body relaxed. It only took a few seconds more of his cock stroking your spot until you clutched him to you and moaned as loud as you dared while your second orgasm ripped through you.
Jungkook buried his face against your neck and groaned against your skin as his hips shuddered then grew still. “Holy shit baby.”
“That… that was…. “ You stared dreamily up at your ceiling as your eyes grew heavy, relief flooding your system. “Wow.”
"Yeah…." He yawned and slid his other arm under you as he sighed against your neck and let his weight rest against you. "Wow."
A few moments passed before you heard a soft snore before letting your eyes close.
The next morning, you drifted awake slowly. It had been a long time since you and your ex had shared a bed. The weight of an arm around your waist and a soft breath on your neck made your soul light as you breathed in deeply.
“You awake, princess?”
You smiled at Jungkook’s gentle voice and pet name. "You stayed."
He nestled closer to you and kissed your throat with a hum. "Yeah… I had someone leave me in the middle of the night and it made me feel gross and used. I didn’t want to make someone else feel like that.”
You shifted to look at him, his hand never leaving your waist. You sighed and touched his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Thank you. For sharing and staying. Can I make you breakfast?”
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Yeah.... I need to go take a walk or a cold shower, or just go pass out.
I hope you liked it. Like I was saying before, I thought this would be a lot shorter, but here we are. I'll write like a beast as much as I can tomorrow, but this may need to be a weekly update instead of daily. I hope that's okay!
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You and I
Pairing: Jungkook× reader
Summary: you realize that your oh so perfect relationship was not perfect after all.
Rate:18+
Genre: angst,fluff
Warnings: mentions of sex, unhealthy relationship, breakup.
A/N: hey!! This is the first ever I am posting a fic and I am not sure if this is even something you can read. It's lacking in so many ways and I know that but I kind of wanted to do this for myself. This is actually what happened with me and I don't know but I guess I wanted a closure?? I hope you like it.🥲😅
Ever since you grew up there was a hopeless romantic inside of you. It was beautiful to think that you will be loved by someone who you love. But it was what you wanted to do once you grow up. After you make your parents happy after all their struggles they did for you. That was what you decided but life is full of silly surprises.
You were proposed by a hotshot guy of class. He was one of the famous bad guys which you swore that you will stay away from. You rejected once. Twice. Thrice. He kept on asking you out. He said that he likes how you are so naive and beautiful. Maybe it was the first time you were hearing something like this from a guy who was as handsome as jungkook. So you accepted his love for you.
You thought that it was all for sometime. His love for you. But it grew intense in just a few months and somehow you also started liking him. It was new to you and you loved it. To be his girlfriend. He would do anything for you. He even spent less time with the seniors who were a bad company to him. It gave you a kind of push towards his love.
He kissed you for the first time in your classroom when everybody was out eating lunch. It was your first kiss and nothing felt so good.
"I love you y/n, I really do and I don't think I'll ever be so serious for somebody. Thankyou for loving me back" these words made you smile that day and you also shared same thoughts as him.
You were one year into your relationship when you both first had sex. It was something you never experienced before and it was ecstatic.
"Jungkook" you gasped his name between his powerful thrusts. He looked at you like you were his world. "I love you too y/n" He kissed you. That night will always be one of the best you ever lived.
It was your two year anniversary and he gifted you chocolates which he never liked but you loved. He could've given something more expensive but those chocolates had a special meaning for both of you.
You both graduated high school and entered different universities. Just after some months something changed. Jungkook was still the same. His love was still the same. He was loyal, honest and a very ideal boyfriend. But what happened?
You started spending time with yourself while you both were away from each other in different corners of the country. And you felt new. You loved the freedom. You loved how you did everything by yourselves. So when that happened you made less calls to your boyfriend. It was not like you were swayed by some other man. You were just wanting to be you.
When the air changed between you two jungkook confronted you. And you tried again. For the sake of you special bond. But that love never came. Then you started to realize what you really ignored while being with jungkook. How he never let you talk to any other guy. How he wanted you not be loud. How he sometimes not liked what you wore. And no matter how much you deny it or how much you loved it. The sex was never you choice because it was his idea which he wanted you to do. Or else he would not talk to you. All these things made you hate yourself. How can you do that to yourself?
So here you are. In front of your boyfriend in a Cafe near your university.
"I missed you" He was happy to see you. You could sense it in his voice.
You just looked at your hands in your lap."how have you been?" You didn't know what else you should say to him.
"I am okay" He grimaced. "Ah..I can't believe we are having a small talk. Tell me what you want to eat."
It was all the same but one thing was different.
You.
"Jungkook do you think that we love each other?"
"What?" He chuckled nervously."of course I love you so much."
You were quite and then you lifted your eyes to meet his dark ones. They are so beautiful. They were still holding you back but this time it was something you wanted to do for yourself.
"I don't think so." The tears appeared in his eyes. He tried to held them back.
"I knew it" He looked down.
"I am sorry"
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"There must be a reason."
"Do you think there is some other guy in my life."
"Y/n I'll never think that and you know that."
"There is no reason. I just fell out of love" the reason was stupid. And you knew that you not lie to him but you if say the truth he would be Hurt and the love that you both had would be tainted and didn't want that. You wanted to be his precious memory while he will be yours.
You both sit silently for sometime. You both were on verge of tears and surprisingly he doesn't stop you from going.
"Good luck y/n. I wish that you become the best doctor." His voice wavered and the tear from your left eye dropped.
"You too jungkook."you turned to look at him and smiled."thankyou for coming into my life. I really loved you."
And then you walk out of the Cafe with heavy eyes and light heart. Jungkook was once your safe place. At some point you even thought that you were going to marry him. But Everything happens for a reason.
Jungkook will always have a part of your heart. He will preciously reside in your heart.
You smile through tears while walking to your dorm. Maybe that's how it is supposed to be.
I love you too, jungkook.
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bewitched | chapter 03
╰┈➤summary: Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.
╰┈➤pairing: jungkook x reader (f)
╰┈➤genre: cf2l, fluff, angst, magic au
╰┈➤warnings: cursing, mention of porn, mention of role play, injuries, blood
word count. 13.5k
╰┈➤note; chapter three is out! thanks to all the people who have read my humble fic <3 hope you like!
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You, never one for large gatherings, typically stuck to intimate meetings with Jimin and Yoongi – essentially your family. Venturing into a gathering with more than two people was a rarity, and this particular meetup with Jimin and Jungkook's friends added an air of mystery. Unlike the previous occasion at Yoongi's house, where you were at least forewarned about the guest list, this time, it was a sea of unfamiliar faces.
In preparation, you deviated from your usual casual attire, opting for a relatively new and dark dress purchased for a more formal setting. The colors were a departure from your norm, but tonight called for a different vibe. Accompanying the dress were heeled sandals, adding a touch of sophistication to your ensemble.
Your usually understated makeup routine underwent a transformation. A light foundation and concealer camouflaged any signs of stress or fatigue. You experimented with a more vibrant eyeshadow, a departure from your usual natural tones, and applied a slightly brighter lipstick. It wasn't that you eschewed makeup, but your daily routine leaned towards a more natural look. Satisfied with the result, you flashed a confident smile in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.
As you headed toward the hallway to retrieve your sandals, you encountered Salem, the singing cat, belting out Selena's Amor Prohibido on the couch.
“Hey, Salem,” you called, catching his attention mid-song, “lower the volume, or Mrs. Hwang will be asking if I've acquired a singing boyfriend again.”
Salem ceased his performance with an indignant huff. “You're a buzzkill! It's not my fault your love life is practically nonexistent.”
"Okay, but always remember who's the one covering the costs of your streaming applications," you slyly hinted, adding a subtle threat. "Someday that card might just stop accepting charges, and poof! Goodbye, Jersey Shore."
Salem's expression turned horrified. "You can't!"
With a victorious smile, you replied, "Then consider toning it down a bit," playfully winking. Gathering your belongings and keys, you left your home, grateful that being late from work allowed you to decline Jiwoo and Jungkook's invitation to Yoongi's house.
The fact that they were your new neighbors still felt strange to you. After a leisurely 15-minute walk, you arrived in your friends' neighborhood. The cool summer afternoon made the journey pleasant, sparing you from getting hot or sweaty.
Before Yoongi got upset with you, he had shared the address of Jungkook's friend, conveniently located in the same neighborhood. Glancing at the message with the address, you began your search for the house. After a few minutes, you reached the supposed location based on the address—543.
Continuing a few more steps, you realized the house you sought was none other than the stunning one that had always caught your eye on your way to Yoongi's, leaving you in awe.
As you stood outside the house, a surge of surprise hit you briefly, but the appearance of Jimin's head through the home fence quickly dissolved the feeling.
“Daisy?” he called out, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and warmth. “Did you get here long ago? Sorry, we were in the backyard. Come in.”
Softly shaking your head, you replied, “No. Don't worry. I just got here.”
Jimin opened the gate, embracing you tightly. “I haven't seen you in so long!” he expressed emotionally.
Rubbing his back affectionately, a fleeting sense of guilt washed over you, but you pushed it aside. “I know. I'm glad to see you too,” you responded, releasing yourself from the warm embrace.
Jimin, sporting a wide smile, looped his arm through yours, guiding you through the enchanting garden towards a large wooden dividing gate adorned with vines.
“Almost everyone is here; only Nam is missing, but he told me he would arrive at fifteen,” Jimin informed you as you walked through the door, greeted by the enticing aroma of smoke and roast meat.
Observing your puzzled expression, Jimin apologized with a smile. “Namjoon is an older friend of ours; we met him at university. He's very intellectual.”
You smiled shyly, internally noting another friend to get acquainted with.
The blend of music from speakers and the rising murmur of conversations welcomed you as you approached the gathering area. A sprawling pool caught your eye, surrounded by plastic chairs for drying off.
Behind the pool, a substantial grill sizzled with roasting meat. Jungkook and Yoongi, each holding beers, engaged in conversation behind the grill.
Jungkook noticed you first. “Daisy! You made it!” he exclaimed, his joy evident.
Your smile was tinged with awkwardness, especially when you caught the expressionless gaze of your best friend, Yoongi. Reluctantly, you knew you couldn't avoid him forever.
Summoning your courage, you let Jimin guide you towards them. Jungkook was quick to step out from behind the grill, offering a warm hug. You reciprocated shyly, sensing Yoongi's watchful eyes on both of you.
Jungkook released you, and you took a hesitant step toward Yoongi. He casually ruffled your hair. “You're late.”
Sensing a subtle tension in the air, Jimin decided to break the silence. “Daisy, what are you serving? We have alcohol, but I know you don't like to drink, so I brought a natural fruit juice, your favorite,” he said with confidence, winking at you.
Grateful for the intervention, you smiled and accepted the juice. Jimin went inside the house, leaving you alone with Jungkook and Yoongi. The latter avoided meeting your gaze, scanning the surroundings instead.
Jungkook, oblivious to the unspoken tension, turned to you with curiosity. “Don't you like alcohol?” he asked, widening his eyes playfully.
You shook your head, a slight grimace appearing as memories resurfaced. The last time you got drunk at 19 was etched vividly in your mind. It was Jungkook's birthday, and you saw a photo of him celebrating with friends on social media. What hurt wasn't the celebration, but the pretty girl holding onto his arm, leaving lipstick marks on his neck.
A few bottles of wine and whiskey later, you found yourself crying in a public bathroom. Even the other girls in line, focused on their makeup, couldn't offer solace. Yet, the worst part came when your drunken self spent all your coins on a public phone, attempting to dial Jungkook's number. Fortunately or unfortunately, the number no longer existed.
You woke up the next morning with Salem's tail in your face, a terrible hangover, and a resolution never to drink again. For that reason, Jungkook didn't need to know the rest, so you simply replied, “No. I don't have good experiences with alcohol, and I have terrible resistance.”
Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, his understanding gaze reflecting a shared sentiment. “I get it. You should've seen Jimin the first few times he tried to get drunk in college. It was a total disaster.”
You smiled at that. Over these five years of friendship, you've had the pleasure of seeing Jimin drunk more than once, and it was always a spectacle to remember.
Wanting to delve into conversation with Jungkook, you considered asking about his evolving relationship with alcohol, his vibrant college experiences, the story of meeting Jimin, or even if he missed the simplicity of your small town after embracing the challenges of the big city for his dreams. Yet, you restrained yourself, acutely aware that Jungkook wasn't just a friend anymore. The choice to sever that bond was yours, made in consideration of both your well-being, especially with Yoongi's scrutinizing gaze in the mix right now.
Above all, there was the undeniable truth that you were still emotionally vulnerable when it came to Jeon Jungkook.
Safeguarding your heart and emotions, you let out a soft laugh. Fate, it seemed, decided to intervene, breaking the awkward silence as a figure appeared through a sliding window that overlooked the backyard.
“Jungkookie, you're a lucky bastard!” a robust, masculine voice exclaimed, approaching the trio.
As the newcomer closed the gap, his features became clearer. Thick lips, adorned with a mischievous smile, dark and attractive eyes—none other than Kim Taehyung, your childhood friend and a long-time best friend of Jungkook.
Grateful for Taehyung's attention being on Jungkook, you concealed your surprise, though Yoongi's keen eyes caught your reaction.
Upon reaching your side, Taehyung directed his penetrating gaze toward you. “But what do we have here?” he inquired with an oddly seductive tone. “Is this the sweet friend that you and Jimin kept hidden from me for so long?” he asked Yoongi, who simply shrugged.
Before you could offer a greeting, Taehyung closed the distance, almost breaching your comfort zone. His proximity, the dark intensity of his gaze, and the alluring scent that surrounded you made you nervous—something you chided yourself for since this was Kim Taehyung, your childhood friend who would do silly things to make you laugh.
“Daisy, dear Daisy,” he said huskily. “I've heard a lot about you, and let me tell you, the expectations were high. Seeing you here in front of me, I can say they've been more than met.”
Taehyung flashed a mischievous smile, noticing your stillness. You couldn't help but wonder when Kim Taehyung became so strikingly handsome.
Your interaction with Taehyung was interrupted as a female voice, unnoticed until now, spoke from behind him. “It’s you!” The moment Jiwoo's voice registered, you recognized it. In a matter of seconds, she enveloped you in a warm hug, her sweet and feminine perfume lingering in the air.
Expressing her joy, Jiwoo continued to embrace you. Taller than you, she had your face pressed against her chest, making any attempt to respond futile. Jungkook's melodic voice intervened, “Mmm Babe? I think Daisy can't breathe.” Jiwoo, surprised, released you with a yelp, wearing an apologetic expression.
“I'm sorry. It's just that you're so cute, and it makes me want to hug you,” she confessed, casting an apologetic look your way. You smiled awkwardly, aware of the curious gazes from the four present.
“It's nice to see you again,” you managed to say a bit nervously. Jiwoo, still beaming, took your arm, turning to the three men who were still recovering from the surprise. “I'm sorry, guys, but I'm taking this pretty girl.”
As Jiwoo guided you to seats away from the men, their voices lingered in the background. Taehyung commented, "I think she's happy to have a girl in the group," and Jungkook added, "I know, although I feel sorry for poor Daisy."
Unaware of their discussion, Jiwoo led you happily until you both settled into comfortable seats. “I'm so happy. I've never had a female partner in these meetings before,” Jiwoo shared, intertwining her fingers with yours. It became apparent that she had a penchant for physical contact, always eager to embrace or touch those around her.
You settled into a more comfortable smile, relieved to escape the intense gazes of Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Free from the scrutiny, you asked curiously, “Aren't there any other girls in your group?” Admittedly, you were unfamiliar with Jimin's friends until this moment.
Jiwoo smiled sadly, “No. At least not since I started dating Kookie.” She elaborated, “There's Nam's girlfriend, but she's on exchange overseas, so it was just me.” The revelation surprised you a bit, considering Jimin and Jungkook's apparent ease in befriending women.
“But hey, you're here, and that's the important thing. I can't believe Jimin kept you hidden from us for so long,” she pouted. You nodded, realizing you were oblivious to their existence and their relationships with your friends.
Oddly enough, you found Jiwoo to be surprisingly good company. While her initial intensity might have come across as intrusive, spending time with her revealed her genuine desire for friendship. Surprisingly, you noticed that an hour had passed since you joined the friends' gathering, and the idea of escaping hadn't crossed your mind – a positive surprise.
During this time, you had the chance to meet Namjoon, who arrived half an hour after you. To your amazement, Jimin's description of him was accurate – a deep, erudite tone accompanied by kind and cordial demeanor. Engaging in conversation with Namjoon was surprisingly harmonious.
After a satisfying meal, the group settled into wooden chairs arranged in a circle on the grass, courtesy of Taehyung. With a mischievous smile, he positioned himself next to Jimin, proudly displaying a bottle of alcohol. “Okay, guys. This is my favorite moment. I have never ever…” he trailed off, and you silently cursed in your mind as you found yourself seated between Namjoon and Jiwoo.
Aware of the impending game, one you had heard of but never played, you hesitated. Yet, the infectious enthusiasm and happy looks of the others led you to resign. Taehyung passed the bottle of alcohol to Jimin, who then proceeded to pour drinks into glasses. Once ready, Taehyung looked around and posed the question, “Okay, who starts?” Despite your reluctance, the lively atmosphere compelled you to join in the game, albeit with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.
All eyes shifted toward you, a predictable focus given your status as the ‘Stranger’ in the group. Resigned to your fate, you offered with a sigh, “I guess it's me?”
Taehyung and Jimin exchanged evil smiles that sent a shiver down your spine. It was peculiar how these two seemed to be in perfect sync with each other.
“Okay, our rookie will start,” Taehyung teased, raising an eyebrow at you. “Go ahead, Dear Daisy!”
Facing the challenge, you mentally searched for a suitable revelation. Admittedly, your adolescence and youth weren't exactly wild, at least not by the standards of those around you. Drawing inspiration from reality shows you'd seen, you cautiously uttered, “I've never, ever been to a nude beach.”
A collective surprise swept across the faces of your friends, as they anticipated a more ‘appropriate’ admission. However, Jimin and Taehyung burst into happy laughter, promptly taking sips from their glasses. To your amazement, Jungkook and Yoongi also raised their glasses in response.
Intrigued, you momentarily forgot about your recent disagreement with Yoongi. Locking eyes with him, you raised an eyebrow, silently asking why he never mentioned such an adventurous experience. Unfazed, your friend just shrugged, a gesture that reminding you that you are not the only one with secrets.
Irritated, you waited for the others to continue, and now it was Namjoon's turn on your right. The boy with long dark hair let out a tired sigh, as if finding this whole ordeal quite dull. He remained still for a moment, appearing deep in thought.
Then, with a hoarse and exhausted voice, he declared, “Never have I ever watched porn.” You couldn't help but smile at the predictability of such a question in this game.
“Oh, come on, Nam!” Taehyung exclaimed, “As if that's not something everyone has done. Ask something spicier!”
To silence Taehyung, Namjoon sighed again and stated, “I have never ever seen gay porn. Taehyung laughed and took a sip, joined by Jimin and Yoongi. Unfortunately, you also took a sip, your accidental encounter with explicit content having occurred when you borrowed Jimin's computer for a seemingly innocent task.
Jimin playfully looked at Taehyung. “I understand Yoongi and me. But what were you doing watching gay porn, Tae?”
Taehyung defended himself, “Why are you questioning me? Sweet, innocent Daisy had a drink too!” The surprise in the room was palpable; even Nam raised his eyebrows.
Frustrated and embarrassed, you quickly explained, “It was a mistake, and it was Jimin's fault.”
Taehyung then gave Jimin a strange look. “How did you corrupt her mind?”
Jimin grinned mischievously at you, and you raised an eyebrow. “Poor Daisy took my computer at a bad time,” he simply explained, leading Taehyung to burst into laughter.
“Jimin!” Jiwoo exclaimed next to you. “How can you leave porn open on your computer? That's disgusting.”
Jimin chuckled. “Oh, come on, Jiji. You should ask your fiancé those questions. God knows how many times I caught things on his computer in college.”
Now, it was Jungkook's turn to chime in. “Why are you bringing me into your conflict?!” he said with a red face. “It was only twice, and it was when we were freshmen!” The room erupted in laughter, the tension diffusing into playful banter among friends.
After enduring a few rounds of somewhat absurd and repetitive questions, it was Taehyung's turn again. His mischievous look sent a shiver down your spine, giving you a bad feeling.
“Never have I ever engaged in role-playing in the bedroom,” he declared with that characteristic mischief. Taehyung, not surprisingly, took a drink and then looked at everyone with a challenging grin. “Oh, come on! What are you waiting for? I know that half of us here are into kinky shit!”
Yoongi chuckled and took a sip, and so did Jimin. Accidentally locking eyes with Jungkook, you both found yourselves taking a sip simultaneously. Jungkook gave you a sly wink. Oddly, Jiwoo hadn't taken a sip.
The truth dawned on you that you and Jungkook, during your past relationship, did attempt an embarrassing and awkward venture into role-playing. However, Jungkook taking a sip now indicated it wasn't with you, and apparently not with Jiwoo by his side either.
It was moments like these that made you acutely aware of the passage of time. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in your stomach—an emotion you knew you had no right to harbor. Despite understanding this, the fact that Jungkook had moved on with his life and embraced experiences normal for his age, just not with you, stung deeply.
You mentally berated yourself, urging to shake off the feeling. ‘Enough of this,’you thought, refocusing on the group. Jungkook took the lead, suggesting a change in the topic. “Time for something more fitting,” he declared, glancing at Taehyung. “Never have I ever had a paranormal experience.”
You tensed slightly, but seeing others casually drink, you followed suit, reminding yourself it's a common occurrence. ‘It's a common thing,’ you told yourself reassuringly, "it's not like they were harassed by dead people all the time like you. Surely they saw a shadow or door open by itself, and that would be… right?
Jimin eagerly exclaimed, “I need those stories,” while Jiwoo, clearly scared, covered her ears, protesting, “Don't even think about it!”
Taehyung grinned mischievously, teasing Jiwoo. “Oh Jiji, don't be like that. Ghost stories are the best, especially for a night with friends.” Yoongi chimed in confidently, “I'm sure my story beats all of yours!” Jiwoo, annoyed, retorted, “Not you too!” crossing her arms.
You offered her a comforting smile, feeling a bit out of place. while Taehyung looked like he was saying something to Jungkook, who opened his eyes in surprise.
Jimin, visibly impatient, reached out and touched Taehyung's arm. “Oh, come on! I want to know too!” he urged eagerly.
Namjoon intervened, sensing Jiwoo's discomfort. “Jimin, Jiwoo is clearly feeling uneasy. Let's not push her,” he admonished gently.
Jiwoo, though clearly stressed, attempted to brush off her discomfort as she observed the excitement of the others. “It's okay,” she reassured them. “I know how much you all love discussing these things. I'll just go inside and make some tea.”
Jungkook seemed inclined to stop her, but Jiwoo waved him off with a small smile. “Really, it's fine,” she whispered softly before heading indoors.
You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Jiwoo. In the time you had spent with her and her boyfriend's group of friends, you had noticed a stark contrast in their dynamics. While they were boisterous and enjoyed teasing each other, they often unintentionally excluded Jiwoo from their conversations. They delved into topics she either didn't understand or didn't care for, leaving her on the sidelines.
You were about to step in, but Namjoon grabbed your hand, halting you. “Let me handle this. Jiwoo hates it when people pity her, and honestly, I'm not into this conversation either,” he said quietly.
You recalled that Namjoon and Jiwoo were childhood friends; their families were close, and they grew up attending the same schools and universities, both coming from affluent backgrounds. That's why Namjoon had a soft spot for her. And from what you'd heard, thanks to Namjoon, Jiwoo met Jungkook.
The two of them walked away, leaving behind a tense atmosphere. Jimin let out a sigh of apology. “I'm sorry, I was an idiot,” and everyone nodded.
Jimin punched Taehyung (who also nodded). “You're part of the problem too!”
A few minutes passed after Namjoon and Jiwoo left, with Taehyung returning from inside with a bottle of whisky and ice. Despite trying to stay glued to your seat, nerves still gripped you, causing subtle tremors. Jungkook, who was nearby, mistook your trembling for cold and began to remove his jacket to offer it to you. However, before he could act, Taehyung beat him to it, draping his expensive-looking dark jacket over your shoulders and adjusting it with a smile that made his eyes disappear. "You looked like you were cold," he remarked, his expression warm.
Grateful for the gesture, you nodded, while beside you, Jungkook settled back into his chair. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as you noticed his pouting expression and slumped shoulders, realizing he had wanted to offer his jacket first and now felt embarrassed by the mix-up.
The good thing was that neither Yoongi nor Jimin seemed to notice the scene, as they were engrossed in their own conversation.
"Well!" Taehyung called for attention, tapping a button on his phone to dim the lights in the backyard where you were gathered. "Damn, like you have to scrub your money," Yoongi playfully cursed.
Taehyung shrugged off the comment and straightened up in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the group as if building suspense. "Well, as you know, aside from being a talented and successful businessman, I'm also a fan of the paranormal!" he announced. "A hobby that I've cultivated since childhood, but which became more formal during my university years."
You remembered that Taehyung had been the president of a paranormal club during your childhood and teenage years, a fact you had forgotten to mention earlier. It seemed that his interest in the supernatural had persisted, as he now spoke about his more formal group dedicated to investigating paranormal phenomena across the country.
"Well, a while ago—when you were traveling," Taehyung said, glancing at Jungkook before continuing, "we heard about an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of the city that used to attract students and mischievous children looking for scary thrills."
"When we went—naturally, it was nighttime—we discovered that the place had been recently closed off by the police after a couple of teenagers were injured trying to get in," Taehyung recounted, his tone solemn.
"We did some research," he continued, lowering his head slightly to address the group, "and apparently, you can hear the cries of a woman at night emanating from those walls, particularly in the maternity area, according to some accounts we found online."
Yoongi snorted derisively. "Are you seriously telling me you believe what people say on the internet?"
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Sometimes they speak the truth. Now, let me finish," he insisted, eager to continue his story.
"Well, as I mentioned, we arrived at the hospital at night, and thanks to the skills of my friends, we managed to enter," Taehyung continued, his tone growing more intense. "At first, I thought it might be a hoax because we had set up cameras and nothing had happened. But it was when we were about to leave, around 3 in the morning, that we heard it."
"I initially thought it was Woo playing a prank on us," Taehyung recounted, his expression tense with the memory. "But to our surprise, Woo was just as startled as the rest of us. As we approached the source of the sound, the cries of the woman became clearer. However, our luck took a turn for the worse as we ended up getting lost."
"While we were attempting to capture something on camera, it failed us," Taehyung explained, frustration evident in his voice. "The images came out distorted, leaving us with nothing but blurry footage."
Turning to Jungkook, Taehyung remarked, "It was reminiscent of the incident we experienced the summer after we graduated from school."
Your head shot up at the mention of summer after high school graduation, your senses instantly on high alert. It was a time when you were no longer present, nearly a year later.
Jungkook nodded knowingly. "Yeah, the time we got lost in the enchanted forest."
Your heart sank as you sat there, feeling a wave of horror wash over you. You knew exactly which forest they were referring to. The "enchanted forest" had a name, though it was seldom spoken aloud.
From a young age, your aunts had strictly forbidden you from venturing into that forest without supervision, warning of an ominous presence lurking within—an evil door, they called it. You had heeded their warnings and never dared to explore it alone. The one time you did, at the age of eight, had been enough to instill a lasting fear, ensuring you never returned.
Nineteen years ago
It was Taehyung's fault, who had discovered a fascination with the paranormal.
Devising the cover of a sleepover at Jungkook's, you and him executed a quiet exit through his window. United, you seamlessly blended into Taehyung's group at a prearranged street corner, setting the scene for a discreet nocturnal adventure.
Initially fueled by the thrill of defying your aunts' restrictions, your childlike excitement overshadowed the potential danger ahead.
Hand in hand with Jungkook, you followed Taehyung into the forest, the first hour passing without incident. A lurking fear of ghosts lingered in your mind, but Jungkook's reassuring presence provided a sense of security. However, as the group ventured deeper, the atmosphere shifted.
After realizing you were walking in circles, a wave of unease swept over you. Panic set in as you urged Jungkook to turn back, sensing an impending danger. The forest's depths became an ominous maze, and your instincts screamed that something sinister awaited.
Your face etched with fear, Jungkook, sensing your distress, swiftly halted the group. However, Taehyung, driven by a mixture of disappointment at the lack of action and a refusal to succumb to fear, dismissed your concerns, leading his friends deeper into the unknown.
Despite your desperate attempts to convey the potential danger, their determination to prove their bravery drowned out your warnings. The group pressed on until you reached the ominous site of the old mine, sealed off for years after a tragic accident claimed multiple lives.
Your instincts, now in full alert mode, screamed at you as the atmosphere grew heavier. Panicking, you implored the others to leave, but Taehyung's friends scoffed at your fear, brushing it off with laughter. Jungkook, unable to tolerate their mockery, launched himself at them, fueled by a strength that belied his eight-year-old frame. Your attempts to restrain him proved futile in the face of his resolute protectiveness.
Desperation compelled you to break the forbidden rule, tapping into your magical abilities as a last resort. With a snap of your fingers, Taehyung's friends crumpled to the ground, unconscious, leaving only Tae conscious and bewildered.
Before you could offer an explanation, an unnatural sound reverberated through the mine entrance, injecting urgency into the air. Panic seized you, and all you could do was urgently yell at them to run. Swiftly, the two boys scooped up the unconscious friends, and together, you sprinted away.
Yet, an unseen force, faster and more sinister, latched onto Tae's legs, causing him to stumble. Ignoring Jungkook's pleas to keep running, you halted, driven by an instinct to help your friend. Drawing upon Aunt Yoon's defense lessons, you harnessed the earth's moisture to ensnare the dark specter attempting to seize Taehyung.
With a surge of power, you separated the creature from your friend, creating a protective barrier that enveloped both you and Jungkook. The ethereal shield shielded you from the pursuing threat, allowing a moment to catch your breath amidst the chaos.
Taehyung's face cycled through stages of fear and surprise as the creature charged at the magical barrier, violently shaking it. Before he could articulate his thoughts, the forceful impact of the entity disrupted the tense moment.
Jungkook, torn between rage and terror, approached you after leaving the unconscious boys on the ground. The creature struck the barrier once more before he could speak, intensifying the urgency of the situation.
Realizing the need to act swiftly, you turned to the two boys. "We have to go. I can't maintain the barrier for long." Contemplating an escape plan, you devised a quick strategy.
Crouching down, you coated yourself in mud, prompting bewildered gazes from Jungkook and Taehyung. "Mud. Cover yourselves. It'll make it harder for the creature to track us." Following your lead, Jungkook and Taehyung hastily covered themselves in mud, then proceeded to cloak the other unconscious boys. The improvised camouflage became a shield against the relentless pursuit, offering a slim chance to evade the looming threat.
"I'll drop the barrier and try to cover that thing with it," you announced, the urgency evident in your voice. "But you guys have to be quick and run toward the forest exit. I'll try to hold it off as much as I can."
Taehyung vehemently protested, but it was Jungkook who seized your arm, his eyes filled with anger. "You're crazy if you think I'll leave you behind."
Frustration etched across your face as you retorted, "Well, yes, I am! But if we don't do something, we will all die!" The creature relentlessly climbed the barrier, striking it with increasing force, creating small cracks.
Desperation mounted, and you cast a pleading gaze at Jungkook, who maintained a dark and resolute stare. "Okay," he conceded, "then you and I will stay, and Tae escapes with the others."
Indignation flashed in your widened eyes. "What?! No! You have to go with them." The barrier, showing signs of imminent collapse, intensified the urgency.
You desperately gripped both boys' arms and shook them. "You have to leave now! I can't hold it back for long! Please," you pleaded, tears welling up in your eyes. Jungkook continued to resist, and you turned to Taehyung, desperation evident. "Taehyung, please! Take him."
Taehyung found himself torn between refusing and staying with you, all while witnessing Jungkook's insistence and your distressed state. The dilemma hung in the air, leaving the trio caught in the midst of an impending danger.
With determination in his eyes, Taehyung looked at you.Taehyung met your gaze. "Can you stop that thing for a little while? At least to leave these," he pointed to his friends, "in a safe area." You nodded in agreement, prompting Jungkook to unleash a string of curses directed at Taehyung. He seized Tae's shirt collar, vehemently refusing to abandon you.
Taehyung, leveraging his age advantage, freed himself and tightly gripped Jungkook's arm. "Yes, I know! We won't leave her! But we won't escape with a load. We have to leave them and then come back for Daisy!" Tae declared, hoisting one of his friends onto his back while dragging the other toward the edge of the barrier.
Witnessing Jungkook's hesitancy, Taehyung pleaded, "Please! If you help me, the faster we can get back for Daisy!" Despite Taehyung's impassioned plea, Jungkook remained rooted in indecision. Sensing the urgency, you called out from behind, "Kook, please! I'll be fine! I can protect myself!"
In a fierce display of frustration and concern, Jungkook pointed a commanding finger at you. "You better be alive when I come back for you. I swear I won't forgive you if something happens to you and I'll do everything to bring you back to life. You hear me?"
Frantically nodding, you reassured, "I promise." Jungkook insisted further, "Promise. Make a pact, promise me you'll stay alive!" Determined, he bit his finger, drawing a drop of blood, and pressed his thumb firmly toward you.
Matching his determination, you mirrored the action, declaring, "I promise!" Both thumbs pressed together with a symbolic pact sealed in blood. Jungkook then shifted his attention, setting down the unconscious boy and approaching Taehyung.
"Good. I'll do it in 3, then you must run as far as you can!" you screamed. As the countdown reached its end, you removed the barrier and swiftly replaced it, enclosing the creature within.
Jungkook cast one last intense look at you before bolting after Taehyung, who had already begun his escape. The strain on your extremities grew palpable, a testament to the tension and force required to control the unfolding situation. Alone with the encroaching danger, you prepared for the inevitable confrontation with the creature.
The specter relentlessly fought against the barrier, striking every available space to break free, but its efforts proved futile. You meticulously counted the seconds in your head, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. With your free hand, you played with the wet dirt and mud, attempting to ensnare the elusive specter within the confines of the barrier. The creature's erratic movements posed a considerable challenge.
Around half a minute into the struggle, you sensed something warm trickling down your nose. As it reached your mouth, the realization hit – it was blood. A wave of concern washed over you, recalling how, in your lessons, bleeding often led to a gradual loss of energy, eventually culminating in unconsciousness. This time, you fought against the encroaching weakness, acutely aware that not just your life but others' depended on your resilience.
The creature, realizing its futile attempts to escape, unleashed a horrific howl, a sound so piercing that it reverberated through your head. Tears of pain escaped your eyes, but you maintained your stance. The strain, however, began to take its toll. Your legs wavered, feeling as though they were on the brink of collapse.
Undaunted, you summoned the last remnants of your energy to ensnare the creature in the mud. Driven by sheer determination, you successfully immobilized it—a fleeting triumph amid the relentless physical and mental strain.
With the creature temporarily subdued, you hastily released the barrier and raced in the direction your friends had fled. Inhuman screams pursued you, each step a desperate bid for escape as branches and leaves collided with your frantic sprint.
Despite the burning sensation in your lungs, you pressed forward until a concealed root of an ancient tree sent you sprawling into the mud. A sharp cry of pain escaped as your arm, the unfortunate cushion of your fall, bent unnaturally.
Struggling to rise on the slippery ground, your desperation intensified as the unearthly screams drew nearer. You attempted to crawl, but exhaustion overwhelmed you, and you crumbled to the ground, drained by the expenditure of your magical energy.
In the obscurity, a chorus of desperate footsteps approached, and then the cry of "Daisy!" rang out. The shadows revealed the terror in Jungkook's eyes as, without hesitation, he sprinted towards you. The night cloaked you both in uncertainty, but his unwavering determination to reach you cut through the darkness.
Jungkook swiftly took hold of your good arm, lifting you from the muddy ground. His eyes scanned your face with concern as he asked with a fearful tone, "Can you run?" Tearfully, you shook your head, signaling your incapacity.
Without hesitation, Jungkook turned around, gesturing to his back. "Come on, Daisy! Come up!" Struggling, you climbed onto his back, clinging tightly to his neck. Jungkook, relying on his athleticism, dashed forward, providing a sense of relief in the midst of the dire situation.
With a voice trembling from weakness, you inquired, "Tae and the others?" Jungkook, not verbally responding, simply nodded, conveying both understanding and concern.
Behind you, the forceful movement of branches and the chilling screams grew closer. Though drained of strength, you made an effort to move tree roots and clear some branches, buying precious seconds against the pursuing creatures. "We're almost there, Daisy!" Jungkook breathed out a tired sigh.
However, just as you approached the river, marking the boundary between the forest and the city, a claw snatched your dangling, broken arm. It yanked you off balance, sending you crashing to the ground, shattering the fleeting hope of escape.
You screamed in pain as you felt your broken arm being pulled and your skin covered in claw wounds.
Jungkook stopped and shouted, coming for you.
The creature that had knocked you to the ground lunged at you, but you kicked it off and threw yourself backwards.
Jungkook picked you up but the creature quickly jumped back to you, knocking you to the ground.
Now that you had it so close to your face, you could see in detail what seemed to be its face, a kind of dark void but with a mouth with large fangs that were centimeters from your face.
With desperate force, you grapple with the creature, utilizing your legs and your one functional arm as a barrier, but your efforts are fleeting as you sense the creature being forcefully flung aside. In the chaos, Jungkook charges forward, his voice piercing the air, urging you to flee. However, despite the searing pain coursing through your body, the thought of leaving Jungkook behind is unbearable.
Then, as if a distant echo, a piece of advice from your Aunt Binna surfaces in your mind—a whispered secret shared during moments of fear and peril. She had spoken of your father's necklace, imbued with protective intentions. Though you had often disregarded its significance, the mere touch of the pendant had provided solace during restless nights plagued by nightmares.
Frantically, you grasp at your neck, feeling the familiar weight of the necklace. With a sudden burst of determination, you seize the pendant, memories flooding back as you hastily remove it from your neck. Clutching it tightly in your hand, you recall the faint whispers of a protective spell, a safeguard against encroaching darkness.
With trembling fingers, you invoke the incantation, willing the pendant to emit a radiant light. In a blinding flash, the ruby at its center ignites, casting a brilliant fiery glow. The intensity of the light sears your palm, causing you to involuntarily recoil, and in your panic, the necklace slips from your grasp, clattering to the ground.
But even as the pendant falls, its luminous aura persists, illuminating the darkness and momentarily halting the advance of the menacing creature.
As the creature savagely attacked Jungkook, tearing into his belly, your scream of horror echoed alongside his agonizing cry. Fueled by a potent mix of confidence, adrenaline, and fury, you seized the blazing necklace, feeling its fiery power pulsate beneath your fingertips.
With a newfound determination, you channeled the light, harnessing the necklace's amplifying abilities to magnify the radiance within you. The once-dim glow now surged forth from your palms, expanding into a brilliant wave of luminance that engulfed the creature in searing agony. Your own screams mingled with those of the beast, fueled by pain, fear, and a righteous anger that intensified the onslaught of light.
As the radiant beams pierced through the creature, it writhed in a futile attempt to escape the relentless assault, but the brilliance consumed it, melting away its form until it detonated in a final, blinding explosion of light. With the creature vanquished, you released your hold on the power, allowing the forest to once again succumb to darkness and chill.
Summoning your strength, you struggled to rise, your body trembling from the exertion. With each step towards Jungkook, the weight of your injuries bore down upon you, until finally, your legs gave way, sending you crashing to the unforgiving ground. Despite your own pain, your instinct to reach out to your friend persisted, driving you onward despite the overwhelming exhaustion that threatened to consume you.
With a guttural howl of agony, you dragged yourself across the frigid, grimy floor, caked in mud and tangled grass, until you reached Jungkook's side. He writhed in torment, one hand pressed tightly against his abdomen as screams escaped his lips. Collapsing beside him, your own body throbbing with pain, you gazed at him through blurred vision. His eyelids fluttered, struggling to remain open, as he reached out to touch your face with trembling fingers. With a grunt of agony, you inched closer, allowing Jungkook's icy touch to graze your skin.
"Daisy," he whispered hoarsely, the sound barely audible over the din of suffering.
You watched him intently, battling against the encroaching darkness threatening to pull you under. Jungkook's eyes remained fixed on you, despite their heavy lids, as if he harbored a desperate message he couldn't convey through the haze of pain and exhaustion. Tears welled in your eyes as you reached out with your uninjured hand, gently guiding his trembling hand from his abdomen to rest atop yours.
The fog of blood loss and anguish clouded your thoughts, but one desire burned fiercely within you: to be close to him, even in this final moment. As darkness encroached and consciousness slipped away, your last coherent memory was of Jungkook's face, his touch upon your skin, and your intertwined hands resting upon his wounded abdomen.
Chills coursed through your body as the haunting memory flooded back into your mind. "It was absolutely terrifying, do you remember?" Taehyung remarked, his voice laden with a hint of unease. "I never thought we'd find our way out of that forest. It's so eerie." But it became evident that their recollection of the event differed vastly from yours. The spell had erased the memory of that night from Taehyung and Jungkook's minds, leaving only the narrative they were discussing at present.
Jungkook nodded solemnly. "Going there while completely intoxicated was a terrible decision. We weren't the only ones who got lost there." Taehyung leaned back in his seat, his expression troubled. "I remember. Neighbor Park's daughter disappeared there and was never found." The mention of Neighbor Park, a kind and welcoming woman, hit you hard. You hadn't known about her daughter's disappearance. A lump formed in your throat as the grim reality settled in – she would never see her daughter again.
Taehyung clapped his hands together, breaking the heavy silence. "Anyway, what I wanted to say is, when we lost the camera and the lights, we heard her. The woman."
Yoongi snorted but remained silent. Taehyung persisted, "I swear on the most precious thing in my life, Yeontan, that I saw her. She was leaning against a wall, her clothes drenched."
Jimin chuckled, "Cut it out, Tae. No need to make up stories."
Jungkook joined in, laughing, while the dark-haired boy grew visibly irritated. "I'm not making this up, Jimin! I saw her!"
Jimin rolled his eyes playfully. "Sure, Tae. Whatever you say."
Taehyung was seething now. "Jungkook, you fixed the camera. There was a blurry figure in one of the photos. Don't make me out to be a liar!"
Jungkook shrugged. "Tae, I warned you it could've been a lens glitch. I never confirmed anyone was there."
Frustrated, Taehyung exclaimed, "Come on! You have to believe me!"
Yoongi, taking a sip from his glass, chimed in sarcastically, "Oh, come on, Tae! Admit it, your paranormal club is just a sham."
Taehyung stood up abruptly. "You guys just don't get it. I'm done talking about this with you ignorant lot!"
You couldn't help but laugh, covering your mouth. Taehyung looked at you as if betrayed, "Even you, Daisy?"
You shrugged your shoulders, unlike everyone present, you knew the paranormal very well. Yoongi let out a dry laugh. "Don't worry Tae, she believes in that nonsense too!" You opened your eyes surprised. You had mentioned some supernatural experiences to Yoongi before, usually under the influence of alcohol. Before you could defend yourself, Taehyung jumped in. "No way! Seriously?!" But seeing his handsome face so excited, you couldn't refuse. You still remembered how Taehyung would get enthusiastic about these things. He sat next to you, on Jiwoo's chair, and took your hands, eager to hear more. You noticed how his hands were still much bigger than yours, slightly tanned too.
"Tell me!" Taehyung exclaimed. "What paranormal experience do you have?!" You clung to your seat, contemplating your options. Should you fabricate a lie to satisfy his curiosity, or should you be honest and share a true story? Tired of deception, you chose the latter.
Casually, you began to recount a story that, while not explicitly supernatural, still held an eerie quality. It was about the time you encountered the ghostly apparition of an old man on a train platform. You described how you initially saw him waiting on the platform, only for him to inexplicably appear on the tracks as the train passed by. Yet, to your astonishment, he vanished without a trace.
Though mundane compared to your other experiences, it still captivated Taehyung's attention, evident in the starry-eyed gaze he fixed upon you. "That's incredible! Did anyone else notice?!" he inquired eagerly.
"I think so," you replied. "A girl who was standing next to me screamed when she witnessed him leap onto the tracks. But like me, she realized there was no one there afterward." You resolved his inquiry, leaving the details of your otherworldly encounters unspoken.
Taehyung settled into his chair, his mind clearly racing with thoughts. "It reminds me of the story of the schoolboy on the roads! Damn, I wonder if there are cameras that capture those moments," he mused, absentmindedly stroking his chin. As Taehyung continued to delve into the topic, the others exchanged knowing looks, indicating that this wasn't the first time such discussions had occurred.
You caught Jungkook's gaze, and he offered you a comforting smile, which you gratefully returned.
You inwardly welcomed the change of subject once Jiwoo and Namjoon returned, but unfortunately, the conversation now shifted to a trip among friends to go camping.
You tried to shrink in your seat and avoid drawing attention to yourself, but that was impossible once Taehyung looked at you with a smile.
"I hope that you, lovely Daisy, will go with us," Taehyung blurted out, and Jimin quickly perked up at this. "That's right! Daisy loves camping. We've been to the lake outside of town several times, haven't we?" Your friend smiled at you expectantly.
You forced a smile. It was true that you liked camping, but only for the reason that you felt closer to nature, plus you went with your best friends. But at this moment, not only the three of you were going, but the others, especially the person you wanted to avoid the most.
"It'll be fun, won't it?" For the first time that night, Yoongi referred to you. You stared into his dark eyes, which held ulterior motives. He raised his eyebrows, and you swallowed nervously.
You knew Yoongi was still upset and was waiting for explanations. What better way to test yourself than spending a weekend with the person who is the cause of your secrecy?
You decided to put on your big girl pants and smile widely. "Of course. We love camping with friends, don't we, Yoongs?"
Yoongi, annoyed at not eliciting the reaction he wanted from you, simply nodded and continued drinking from his glass. You couldn't blame him. If you were in his place, you'd also be upset that your best friend of five years kept secrets from you.
As the others happily began to plan, discussing where they would stay and what activities they would engage in during their time together, you quietly excused yourself and slipped into the house, under the pretense of needing to use the bathroom. In truth, you sought a moment alone to recharge your energy.
Upon entering the home, you were immediately dazzled. The polished marble floors reflected light from the crystal chandeliers above, casting a shimmering glow throughout the space. Hardwood-paneled walls exuded a sense of warmth and elegance, while the carefully selected furniture resembled masterpieces from bygone eras, adorned with velvet upholstery and intricate hand-carved details. It felt as though you had stepped into a museum rather than a house, but you found yourself drawn to the antique charm, as you had always loved old things.
Mesmerized by the environment, you drifted through the room, taking in every detail with a sense of wonder. Your eyes fell upon an ancient sundial, its refined appearance indicating that it had been well cared for over the years. The Roman numerals etched into its surface hinted at its age, yet it seemed strangely familiar to you.
Carefully, you reached out and took hold of the sundial, examining it with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the presence that had approached from behind until a hoarse voice shattered the silence.
"Don't tell me that another of your secrets involves being a thief of ancient objects?" the voice spoke, causing you to startle and clutch your chest in surprise.
"You scared me," you blurted out, turning to face Yoongi, who stood with his arms crossed and a neutral expression on his pale face.
"You didn't answer my question," he blurted out, his voice tinged with frustration.
You sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of his mistrust bearing down on you. You knew you had lost a bit of his trust, but you held onto the belief that it was for his own good not to know the truth just yet.
"I'm not a thief, Yoongi," you declared firmly, meeting his gaze. "I was just admiring Taehyung's belongings. They're quite charming."
Yoongi made a noncommittal sound, his eyes still fixed on you, assessing.
"I'm surprised you agreed to come. You usually avoid spending time with strangers," he remarked, leaning casually against an old white piano in the room.
You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "They're not strangers anymore. They're yours and Jimin's friends."
"Mmm, and apparently yours too," he replied, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "That photo with Jungkook seems to suggest otherwise."
Your muscles tensed at the mention of Jungkook, and you glanced nervously around the room, confirming there was no one else nearby.
"We're not friends," you blurted out, your voice tinged with urgency. "It's complicated, and you know it."
Yoongi's fingers idly tapped on the piano keys, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
"If it's so complicated, why do you have a photo with him from almost twelve years ago?" he pressed, his voice softer but still probing.
You clenched your fists, feeling a surge of anxiety rising within you. "Yoongi, please, not here."
A knowing smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi's lips. "Come on, Daisy. What are you so afraid of? We could take this conversation to the garden and clear up any doubts by asking Jungkook about his relationship with you," he suggested, his tone laced with a hint of malice as he moved toward the exit of the room.
You watched in fear as Yoongi headed towards the window, your mind racing for a solution. In a moment of desperation, you tapped into the magic you possessed and willed the sliding window to close. A golden breeze swept past Yoongi, slamming the window shut with a force that startled him.
"___," he exclaimed your name in surprise, quickly turning to look at you. As he approached, you found yourself equally surprised, frozen in place by the unexpected turn of events.
You cursed inwardly, realizing the gravity of the situation. Blaming it on the wind or the alcohol wasn't an option—there was no wind current in the room, and Yoongi had a higher alcohol tolerance than you.
Your heart pounded in your chest as Yoongi's expression flickered through various states of confusion.
“I…” you began, but your words were cut off by the sound of the sliding window. To your dismay, Jungkook appeared from outside, his cheeks flushed with surprise at the scene unfolding before him.
"Oh," Jungkook said, his eyes filled with concern as he took in your pale complexion. "Are you two okay, Daisy? You look pale," he added, moving closer to you with genuine worry.
Not now, you thought desperately, knowing that having Jungkook so close after the tense moment with Yoongi wasn't ideal. Before you could reassure him and prevent him from coming any closer, someone else entered the room. It was Taehyung, who followed Jungkook inside and looked around at the scene with equal surprise.
"Wow, you've stumbled upon my most cherished heirloom, Daisy!" Taehyung remarked, holding a bottle of champagne in one hand as he gestured towards the sundial behind you.
Grateful for the diversion, you managed to suppress the sigh of relief that threatened to escape you. "Oh! Yes! It's absolutely adorable!" you exclaimed, your voice a touch higher than usual, surprising even yourself.
Beside you, Yoongi kept his gaze fixed on you, while Jungkook looked like a bewildered puppy.
Taehyung appeared delighted by your enthusiasm. "I know, right? It's pretty cool," he said, setting the champagne aside and moving closer to you.
As Taehyung began to explain the origins and intricacies of his cherished relic, you couldn't help but feel like you were a magnet for trouble. It seemed like every situation you found yourself in turned into a delicate balancing act. For someone who believed in and possessed magic, it was disheartening to constantly encounter such misfortune. You made a mental note to consult Salem when you got home, wondering if he knew any charms or spells to ward off ill intentions or protect against malevolent forces.
Beside you, Yoongi appeared lost in a haze of confusion, his sharp mind undoubtedly searching for a rational explanation for your inexplicable action. Yet, deep down, you knew that no logical reasoning could justify what had just transpired. He had witnessed it firsthand, plain and simple.
"Okay," you thought, a plan forming in your mind. "I'll bring Yoongi home with me and lay out the whole truth for him."
The idea of having your best friend angry at you was unbearable to your heart and mind, especially when you were the sole culprit. Your carefully crafted plan to calmly and rationally explain everything to him was swiftly thrown into disarray. Now, you would have to confront the truth head-on, blurting out the entirety of it and hoping against hope that Yoongi would still choose to stand by your side as a friend.
As Taehyung continued to ramble on about the sundial, you seized the opportunity to discreetly touch Yoongi's arm. He snapped out of his trance and locked eyes with you, to which you simply murmured, "I'll explain everything to you at home."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at your cryptic message but nodded in acknowledgment, diverting his attention back to the conversation unfolding around him.
"Oh, Yoongi! You know him, right?" Taehyung interjected, his voice filled with excitement. Yoongi furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Kang? The guy from work?" Yoongi attempted to recall, scratching his head. Taehyung persisted, trying to jog Yoongi's memory. "Yeah, the wealthy guy who travels the world?"
A moment of realization dawned on Yoongi as he snapped his fingers. "Oh! You mean your college classmate?" he exclaimed, the pieces coming together.
Taehyung nodded eagerly. "Exactly! He was always our favorite back in college, wasn't he, Jungkook?"
Jungkook nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I haven't seen him in ages. Wasn't he on vacation in Egypt?" Jungkook inquired, his curiosity piqued. "I remember him mentioning something about wanting to explore the ancient magic of the Egyptians."
You stood by, feeling slightly lost amidst their conversation, but grateful for the distraction as your mind buzzed with thoughts of how to broach the topic with Yoongi. After all, you were harboring the secret of being a runaway witch from your homeland, with the boy in front of you being your childhood best friend and ex-boyfriend. Not to mention, Taehyung was also a childhood friend.
"Well, for someone as ostentatious as him, a vacation to a place like Egypt with that excuse seems fitting," Yoongi remarked casually, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, this watch has a special meaning," Taehyung remarked, drawing everyone's attention back to the sundial. "At least, that's what Kang told me when he gave it to me. He mentioned that it gave him a sense of connection and calm, like he could keep track of how I was, although he never explained exactly how that connection worked."
Jungkook chuckled at this, giving Taehyung a friendly pat on the back. "Dude, you know how he is. It's probably just a luxurious piece of junk he had lying around, and he gave it to you, adding a bit of mystery like he always does," he tried to explain. Your ears perked up at their conversation.
Taehyung furrowed his brow. "Come on! You have to admit, it does give off a strange vibe. Like it's... magical," he added the last word with a special tone, causing a flicker of realization to ignite in your mind.
Magical.
That was what had seemed odd about the sundial from the beginning.
Trying to contain your excitement, you smoothly inserted yourself into the conversation. "Can I see it again? I haven't come across one like this in a while," you excused yourself, and Taehyung gladly handed the sundial over to you without hesitation.
You discreetly inspected the sundial, mindful of the three pairs of eyes fixed on you. Unlike the first time, your focus wasn't on the intricate carvings or craftsmanship, but rather on detecting any traces of the elusive magic that seemed to beckon to you. However, despite your experience with enchanted objects, this one proved to be exceptionally well-hidden. You sensed the presence of magic, but its source remained frustratingly elusive.
Then, as if by magic itself, the window abruptly swung open once more, startling everyone and causing you to accidentally drop the watch.
"No!" you exclaimed in dismay, but it was too late—the delicate timepiece lay broken on the ground.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" Jiwoo's voice echoed through the room.
You and Jungkook instantly crouched down to inspect the damage, unable to see Yoongi's annoyed expression or Taehyung's frustrated glance at the girl.
"It's okay, Jiwoo. Just remember to be careful when opening that window," Taehyung responded calmly, masking any irritation he felt.
But your attention drifted away, away from the shattered clock on the cold floor, away from the chaos stirred by Jiwoo's unintended disruption. Instead, it gravitated towards the point where your hand had met Jungkook's, the fleeting touch still resonating between you like an echo of something profound.
Yet, it wasn't the physical collision that captivated you; it was the silent exchange conveyed through Jungkook's deep, enigmatic eyes. They held a universe of emotions—affection, surprise, and perhaps a whisper of trepidation—a reflection of your own soul laid bare. In that fleeting moment of contact, it was as if a burst of celestial light had illuminated the space between you, casting ephemeral shadows of longing and uncertainty.
Jungkook's gaze seemed to speak volumes, a silent poetry that danced between you, weaving intricate verses of longing and desire, yet clouded by the veil of confusion.
You knew it was forbidden, this enchantment that pulled you towards him. Another held claim to his heart, yet you couldn't help but linger in the ethereal realm of possibility, where the boundaries of reality blurred and the allure of the unknown beckoned. But reality intruded, like a harsh whisper amidst a symphony of dreams, as Taehyung's voice shattered the delicate illusion that had enveloped you both.
"Kook? Daisy?" Tae's voice rang out, laced with concern. "Are you both alright? Are you hurt?"
You snapped out of your daze first, as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over you. Reality crashed back in, along with a wave of shame and dread. You scrambled to your feet, nearly colliding with Yoongi in your haste.
"I'm fine!" you exclaimed, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "I'm so sorry, Taehyung! I didn't mean to let it slip."
Jungkook rose from the ground more slowly, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you focused on Taehyung, who stood with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Don't worry, Daisy! The most important thing is that nobody got hurt," he reassured you.
Jiwoo, feeling slightly embarrassed for her sudden entrance, approached her fiancé with a worried expression. "My Kookie, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" she inquired sharply, inspecting his hands as he stood there, lost in thought.
Jungkook shook his head mechanically, his dark eyes fixed on the ground. Jiwoo gently clasped her delicate hands around his larger ones, planting a kiss on his cheek.
You couldn't bear to witness their tender interaction any longer. It felt like acid coursing through your veins, burning with a mixture of jealousy and regret.
Yoongi, ever quiet but perceptive, placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Don't beat yourself up, Daisy. It can be fixed," he consoled, nodding towards the broken sundial.
A pang of guilt washed over you, though not for the reason Yoongi assumed. You felt dirty for harboring affectionate thoughts towards someone who was engaged. You fought back the urge to cry, knowing that it was a self-inflicted wound you had to bear.
Taehyung attempted to lighten the mood. "Yoongi's right. It's not the end of the world. It was just an accident," he chimed in, offering a supportive smile.
You managed a weak smile in return, casting your gaze downwards. Then, something caught your eye, and you widened them in surprise. Amidst the broken pieces of the sundial, a small, seemingly insignificant purple dust emanated from the carved dial. But you recognized it for what it truly was—an enchantment.
To prevent any further misunderstandings, you quickly crouched down, gathering the broken pieces and hiding the dial from view. Turning to Taehyung, you spoke up. "I'll take care of this. I know a skilled gnomonist who can fix it."
Taehyung nodded appreciatively, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. It was your cue to make your escape. You shot a meaningful glance at Yoongi, who understood your silent plea.
"I think it's time for us to head out, don't you think, Daisy?" Yoongi interjected, coming to your rescue.
You nodded eagerly, casting a glance at Taehyung. "What?!" Jiwoo exclaimed, still holding onto Jungkook's hands, who avoided meeting your gaze.
For the sake of your own sanity, you chose not to dwell on his reaction. "I'm sorry, but I have some important matters to attend to tomorrow, and I need to get an early start," you explained, noticing Taehyung's desire to intervene. "Thank you for everything. It was a pleasure meeting you," you expressed your gratitude to Taehyung. "And don't worry about the watch. It will be good as new."
"But!" Jiwoo's interruption cut through the conversation, her tone insistent. "Our last guest has arrived! You can't leave yet!"
You were taken aback by this unexpected revelation. You hadn't known that another guest was expected. Taehyung's face lit up at the news.
"He's here already? Perfect, let's go!" Tae exclaimed, signaling for everyone to follow him outside.
As you exited the room, your eyes caught sight of a third figure engaged in conversation with Namjoon and Jimin near the pool. Though you couldn't see his face, his tall stature and broad back were unmistakable.
Jimin spotted your group and waved enthusiastically, signaling for you to join them. "Look who's back!"
Resigned to delaying your escape a little longer, you followed Taehyung's lead. As he approached the man, Taehyung greeted him with a warm hug.
"Long time no see, buddy!" Taehyung exclaimed joyfully. "I thought you wouldn't make it today!"
The other man responded with a hint of arrogance in his tone. "You know how I am. With a snap of my fingers, I get what I want."
His words triggered a sense of familiarity in you, but before you could dwell on it, Jungkook released Jiwoo's hand and joined Taehyung in greeting the newcomer, mirroring his friend's enthusiasm.
"The golden boy!" the unfamiliar man exclaimed, his voice dripping with familiarity. "I haven't laid eyes on you in ages!"
Connecting the dots, you realized that this man must be Kang, the friend of Tae and Kook.
As you approached, you could see that he was dressed in dark, expensive-looking attire, giving off the air of a corporate professional. His short, neatly combed hair and polished appearance only added to his aura of sophistication. But the horror that washed over you upon seeing his face left you breathless.
For ten long years, you had been plagued by nightmares featuring that very face. Some nights, you would dream of him causing harm to your loved ones or relentlessly pursuing you. But you always found solace in the fact that, upon waking, it was nothing more than a fleeting nightmare.
Yet now, confronted with the visage of your deepest fears, the same mocking and haughty expression etched upon his features, you felt an overwhelming urge to retch.
As if by some twisted magic, Kang Hyung's arrogant facade crumbled upon catching sight of you. His smile stretched so wide that it seemed his mouth might split open at any moment.
"I don't believe we've been properly introduced, my dear," Kang's silky voice sent shivers down your spine, making you wish you could block out the sound.
Unaware of your internal turmoil, the others continued chatting, oblivious to your frozen state. You stood as still as a statue, your mind screaming for you to flee, to escape.
Jimin, radiating happiness, took it upon himself to introduce you. "This is Daisy, our friend. I've mentioned her to you several times."
Kang's smile turned sly as he responded, "Ah, yes! I've heard quite a bit about you, dear Daisy." His intense gaze bore into you, his eyes so dark that you couldn't discern his pupils.
His words felt like a thinly veiled threat, and you knew it. He knew things about you—things he shouldn't know. The fear that gripped you intensified. You needed to leave, to warn everyone about the danger lurking behind Kang's facade.
You wanted to scream, to alert them all that the man they were smiling at was dangerous and self-serving. That he would not hesitate to harm them for his own gain. You needed to ensure their safety, to get them out of harm's way. And above all, you needed to protect Jungkook. He was your priority.But Kang shot you a knowing glance, as if he could read your thoughts, and you froze in place.
You reminded yourself that you couldn't confront Kang. You were weak, having not practiced magic, let alone protective spells, in over a decade. You felt utterly powerless to shield your friends from the danger that lurked beneath Kang's charming facade.
A comforting hand landed on your back, and you turned to find Yoongi's worried expression. In that moment, you felt exposed, as if he could see the terror that filled your eyes, threatening to consume you.
Keeping his hand on your back, Yoongi spoke up. "I'll take Daisy home. It was great seeing you all. Thanks for everything," he said, bidding farewell to the group.
You wanted to protest, to tell him that you couldn't leave your friends in the clutches of that monster, but you knew you needed to think rationally. Kang was acting friendly for a reason; he wouldn't drop his facade for you.
It dawned on you that Kang had befriended Jungkook and Taehyung for a purpose, and that purpose was you. He had approached your friends deliberately, with a hidden agenda.
He wanted you to play his game, just as you always had. If you wanted to keep your friends safe, you knew what you had to do.
"Thank you for everything. It was a pleasure spending time with you," you stated firmly, surprised at the strength in your voice.
Quickly bidding farewell to everyone, you stole one last glance, catching Kang's gaze fixed on you. His expression held a warning, silently conveying only one message: "Be careful."
The atmosphere inside the car was heavy with an unbearable silence, yet amidst everything that had transpired, you found yourself strangely indifferent. Yoongi, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, kept his pale hands firmly gripped on the steering wheel.
Rather than requesting Yoongi to drive you home, you made an unexpected decision, asking him to take you both to the place where your paths first crossed - the old museum. You, a young woman navigating the complexities of independence, seeking employment, and Yoongi, grappling with familial troubles, in need of a distraction, found solace in each other's company.
Five years ago, your lives collided by chance, or perhaps fate, as you accidentally collided with Yoongi while rushing to a job interview. However, what began as a mere accident blossomed into a profound friendship that endured the test of time.
As you parked the car and stepped out, the two of you found yourselves seated on the weathered benches outside the museum, each lost in your own thoughts, yet somehow finding comfort in the familiarity of each other's presence.
Summoning all your courage, you straightened your posture and began to speak, addressing the weighty silence between you and Yoongi. "I understand you're upset with me, and I can see why," you started, your voice carrying the weight of remorse and honesty. "If I discovered that my closest confidant of five years, someone I trust implicitly and have shared so much with, was keeping secrets from me, particularly ones as bewildering as mine, I'd be hurt too."
Yoongi's silence persisted, prompting you to press on. "I realize you're hurt, and for that, I'm truly sorry. You've entrusted me with deeply personal matters, ones you haven't even shared with Jimin. It's only fair that I reciprocate."
Taking a deep breath, you directed your gaze ahead to the tranquil scene of ducks gliding across a small pond. "I've shared some truths about my past with you—about fleeing my home and severing ties with my family, about my identity as a florist, my struggles with forging friendships, and even the trivial details like my lazy cat and the rundown apartment I call home."
You clenched your fists, willing them to stop trembling as you prepared to reveal the omitted truths weighing heavily on your conscience. "But there are aspects of myself I've kept hidden. I'm not 'normal,' at least not in the conventional sense. I know you've picked up on my sensitivities and social struggles, which society deems as deviations from the norm, but that's not what I'm referring to."
Sensing Yoongi's urge to interject, you raised a hand to silence him. "It's the truth, and I know you're aware of it. I am different, in ways that go beyond mere social awkwardness or sensitivity. And what I mean by that is..." With resolve hardening in your heart, you knew it was now or never. Honesty was your only chance of salvaging the trust between you and Yoongi, a bond you couldn't bear to lose.
"I'm not entirely human," you whispered, the admission hanging heavy in the air. "I'm a witch, descended from an ancient lineage."
A pregnant pause followed, Yoongi's silence pressing down on you like a weight, stirring a growing sense of panic within. Then, unexpectedly, his laughter pierced the tense atmosphere.
"Daisy, come on! Do you really have so little respect for me that you'd fabricate such absurdities?" Yoongi's tone dripped with annoyance. "I came here because you promised me the truth, not some ridiculous fantasy."
His abrupt dismissal fueled your desperation, propelling you to your feet in a bid to salvage the crumbling trust between you. "No, I'm not lying! I swear it's the truth!"
But Yoongi, unmoved by your plea, rose from his seat with palpable irritation, making his way towards the parking lot. "I thought our friendship was built on genuine trust, but it's clear you don't have faith in me," he retorted mockingly, his words a dagger to your heart.
Frustration and helplessness surged within you, pushing you to the brink. "Of course I trust you! That's why you're my friend!" you cried out, the desperation evident in your voice.
As Yoongi continued his departure, your patience snapped, and with a swift motion, you recited an immobilization spell in your mind, snapping your fingers to enact its power. Yoongi froze, his expression contorting in bewilderment and anger.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, glaring at you incredulously as you strode purposefully towards him, determined to make him understand the truth, even if it cost you your sanity.
"You know, I had hoped we could discuss this like mature adults, but you've left me no choice!" Your frustration boiled over as you confronted Yoongi, the power of your words matched by the intensity of your emotions. "With a simple snap of my fingers, I can bend reality to my will!"
Yoongi's attempts to move proved futile as he remained frozen, his disbelief evident in the furrow of his brow and the widening of his eyes.
"Since you refuse to believe me and insist on leaving, I'll lay it all out for you! I'm a bona fide witch, okay?!" Your voice rang out with conviction, unapologetic for the seemingly outlandish revelation. "It's not some silly tale or figment of imagination; it's the truth, and I'm living proof of it!"
Your frustration morphed into defiance as you continued, heedless of how irrational you might seem. "I possess powers beyond your wildest imagination—I can move objects with my mind, attract things to me, summon them into existence, alter reality as I see fit! Ever wonder why our flower shop thrives, even in the dead of winter? It's because of me! I enchant the flowers, keep them vibrant and alive, ensuring they flourish and fetch top prices!"
But your abilities extended far beyond floristry, a fact you were determined to impress upon Yoongi. "And that's not all! I can charm individuals, manipulate their actions, brew potions, induce love, or even erase memories! There's a spell for every conceivable situation!"
As Yoongi stared at you in stunned silence, his disbelief palpable, you forged ahead, undeterred by his reaction. "I understand this is a lot to take in, but it's the truth, whether you choose to believe it or not!"
"Do you want to know who Jungkook is to me? Well, then listen closely," you exclaimed, your voice raw with emotion. "He's more than just a childhood friend—he's my lifeline, the only beacon of acceptance in a sea of rejection. He was the only one who saw past the rumors and stigma, the only one who saw me for who I truly am."
As tears streamed down your cheeks, you bared your soul, each word a painful admission. "Do you know why he doesn't remember me? Because I made him forget! I erased myself from his memories to protect him, to shield him from the dangers that lurked because of me."
The weight of your confession crushed you, forcing you to your knees as sobs wracked your body. "I didn't want to do it," you choked out between sobs. "But it was necessary. I had to let him go, for his own safety, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness."
The anguish in your voice echoed through the empty space, your vulnerability laid bare for Yoongi to witness. "I didn't want to leave my home, my family, but I had to. And despite the pain and loneliness, you... you made me feel safe."
You turned to Yoongi, your gaze pleading for understanding, but he remained silent, his attempts to interject drowned out by the torrent of emotions pouring from your soul. "You have no idea what you mean to me," you whispered, the words a desperate plea for him to comprehend the depth of your gratitude and affection.
As you continued to spill your truths, years of pent-up emotions cascading forth, Yoongi's presence served as a silent witness to the turmoil within your heart.
"I love you, Yoongi," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "You've been like a brother to me, a constant source of support and companionship throughout the years. I never wanted to keep this from you, but when I left home, I was forced to make a promise—a promise to never reveal the truth, for fear of endangering those I care about."
Your hands trembled as you spoke, the weight of your secrets heavy upon your shoulders. "I couldn't bear the thought of putting you or Jimin in harm's way. You both mean too much to me."
Unintentionally, you released the immobilization spell, and within moments, you felt the comforting embrace of Yoongi's arms encircling you. He held you close, his own tears mingling with yours as you both found solace in each other's presence.
"I had no idea," Yoongi murmured against your hair, his voice thick with remorse. "I'm so sorry."
You continued to cry into his chest, the release of pent-up emotions overwhelming yet cathartic. Yoongi's gentle caresses soothed your frayed nerves, his warmth a balm to your troubled soul.
"Take deep breaths, and try to relax," he urged softly, his words a gentle reminder to ground yourself in the present moment.
Gradually, the storm of emotions subsided, leaving behind a sense of peace and understanding. Yoongi's eyes were red and teary, mirroring your own.
"I'm sorry," you said softly, wiping away the tears from your eyes. "It's okay if you don't want to be a part of my life anymore. I'll understand. The last thing I want is to hurt you or anyone else."
"Why wouldn't I want to be a part of your life anymore?" Yoongi's confusion was evident in his tone as he reached out to gently caress your cheek.
You lifted your gaze to the star-filled sky, a heaviness weighing on your heart. "Because I've lied to you all these years. I never told you the truth about who I really am."
Yoongi's touch remained gentle as he reassured you, "I don't think that's reason enough for me to walk away from you."
Hope flickered in your eyes as you gazed at him, his smile serving as a beacon of reassurance. "Really?" you questioned, a hint of disbelief lingering in your voice.
Yoongi nodded, tenderly wiping away the last traces of tears from your cheeks. "Let's go home," he suggested, extending his hand towards you. "You can explain everything to me there. I promise to listen to absolutely everything."
A smile tugged at your lips as you reached out and accepted his hand. "Alright," you agreed, the weight on your shoulders feeling lighter in the presence of his unwavering support.
Kang Hyung was a man proud of himself.
He loved attention and he loved being right.
Kang Hyung exuded an air of self-assurance as he made his way past the half-naked girls dancing on the bar and the leering office workers. He relished the attention, reveling in the approving gazes of the respectable women in the establishment.
Despite his conservative upbringing, which he found ironic given his current surroundings, Kang remained steadfast in his beliefs. He had been molded by generations of tradition within the esteemed Kang family, where mistakes were simply not tolerated.
Satisfied with the day's events, Kang ordered a drink and settled himself at the VIP table, where his loyal subordinates awaited him. Minjun, Yejun, and Seojun knew their boss well, considering him not only a superior but also a friend—or at least they endeavored to maintain that illusion. Kang's mercurial nature kept them on their toes, always striving to present themselves in the best possible light and to prove their usefulness.
But their apprehensions eased as they observed Kang's jubilant demeanor. "That stupid bitch never saw it coming!" Kang chuckled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "You should have witnessed the shock on her face when she realized it was me!"
The trio of brothers mirrored their boss's smile, eager to bask in his approval. "She couldn't even conceal her astonishment," Kang continued, his satisfaction evident. "Even her worthless friends couldn't ignore her reaction."
In that moment, Kang felt invincible. His meticulously laid plans were finally coming to fruition, and he was on the brink of achieving everything he desired.
"Have you spoken to the priest?" Seojun dared to ask, earning a swift reprimand from his older brother, Minjun.
If the brothers were to rank intimidating individuals, the priest of the church of the night would undoubtedly claim the top spot, followed closely by his progeny, Kang, and then their cantankerous yet sinister grandfather.
"By Satan!" Kang exclaimed, his previously buoyant mood dampened. "Do not utter his name. I have no desire for his unwelcome presence here."
Seizing the opportunity to contribute, Yejun interjected, "But Hyung, shouldn't you inform him of your success in apprehending the Moon brat?"
Though Kang knew it was one of his father's directives, he couldn't muster an ounce of concern. "He does not require such information. I am in control here, and that is all that matters," he snapped, his irritation palpable. He despised being questioned, especially by his own subordinates.
In an attempt to alleviate the tension, Minjun, the eldest of the brothers, interjected, "What are your plans now, boss?" he inquired, idly toying with his drink.
Kang's smile returned, though it held a hint of mischief. "Oh, you have no idea,”
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